Squeak.
Squeak.
“Yes!”
A tear leaks out onto the pillow.
What the hell is the matter with me?
The sound of the door swinging open startles me upright. I yank the pillow off my face in time to see a couple stumble into the bedroom where I’ve taken refuge from the party still raging outside. They’re a blur of roving hands and drugging kisses, their mouths fused as tight as their bodies as they stumble across the threshold. They’ve nearly made it to the bed by the time they realize they aren’t alone.
I lock eyes with the girl, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.Shedoesn’t look embarrassed, though — annoyed would be a more accurate description.
“Uh, excuse me?” I bleat. “This room is occupied.”
She sighs, like I’m the biggest inconvenience of all time. I recognize her from the cheerleading squad. Candi Ciccirelli. When she signed my yearbook last summer, she dotted every lowercaseiwith a ridiculous little heart.
“Can’t you, like, find somewhere else to…” She gestures vaguely at me, flipping her glossy fall of raven hair over one tanned shoulder. “…have whatever emotional breakdown you’re currently experiencing?”
Only slightly mortified, I scrub the tears from my face with the sleeve of my sweater and slide off the bed. Escape isn’t the worst idea. Staying here and listening to Archer and Sienna’s final act sounds about as appealing as a root canal.
I grab my iPhone off the nightstand and head for the door, studiously avoiding eye contact with the couple as I walk out. Not that they even notice — they’re already resumed their primal grope session.
Thirty seconds of overeager, over-intoxicated humping commences in five… four… three… two… one…
I sigh and step into the hall.
Chapter Two
ARCHER
“Oh, Archer!”
Acrylic fingernails rake across my chest. Bottle-blonde hair, stiff from too much product, falls over my bare thighs in a curtain. It’s a scratchy distraction from the work her mouth is doing.
“You’re so big,” she moans around my shaft, like a line she lifted straight out of a porno. Her whole approach to sex is so overblown — puns intended — I wouldn’t be surprised to look up and find a production team pointing cameras at us.
Take 2! This time with more fake moaning, okay? And… action!
It isn’t how I imagined it. Sex, I mean. Maybe that’s because I’ve always imagined it with a different girl. With…
No.
I shove that thought from my brain with brute force, a metal gate slamming down to keep it out permanently. I will not think of Jo. Not now, not here, not during…this. If I let myself remember that look in her eyes when she saw me walk upstairs with Sienna — that heartbroken awareness, that blindsided shock — I’ll never be able to stay hard.
Sienna is lapping at my cock like it’s an ice cream cone on the hottest day of summer.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Her fake nails scrape over sensitive skin, and I flinch in what I’m sure she thinks is pleasure.
“I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll see heaven…”
Would it be impolite to put in my headphones, like I do at the dentist when I don’t want to hear them drilling into my skull?
Jaw clenched, I stare up at the ceiling. My hands fist in the sheets as she picks up her pace. She pulls me all the way into her mouth, until I’m butting against the back of her throat.
Christ.