I let Oakley lead me into the living room. He turned toward me and slid his hands low around my waist, pulling me impossibly close. He started gyrating his hips to the rhythm. When I didn’t immediately follow along, he repositioned his hands so that one was holding me firmly at the base of my back, almost on my ass. He used this hand to keep my already roaring kitty glued to where I could feel his dick stiffen in his jeans.

Oakley lowered his mouth to my neck, his breath sending shivers down my entire body. He started slowly kissing me, starting by my ear and working his way down with featherlight touches. I was going to lose my ever-loving shit in the middle of this kegger, surrounded by practically the whole university. I was going to have to move. Again.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take the motion of his hips combined with his wet tongue on my skin, he spun me around. I bent over slightly so that my ass was nestled right into his cock and moved my hips in fast circles, in time to the music. I heard a small moan escape his lips, and it made me smile. It seemed to go on forever. His hot hands roamed my body as we moved. Whistles could be heard as I lost myself to the sensations of it all. My heart was pounding, and heat traveled up and down my spine at his nearness. I spun around and wrapped my hands around his neck. “I think it’s been two songs.”

“I think you’re going to ruin me,” he replied.

I leaned up and pressed a faint kiss to his mouth. Soft. Warm. Needy. He nipped at my bottom lip playfully while rubbing my sides. The edge of his thumbs brushed my breasts. His hips jolted against me. “Mmm, I think we should go back to my place,” he murmured.

I knew I should have said no. But I couldn’t.

When the song ended, Oakley was slow to let me go and whispered in my ear, “Ready to get out of here?”

I knew the unspoken question. Do you want this? Do you want me?

“Let’s go,” I rasped.

We made our way through the crowd, and he ordered us an Uber, though it was just a short walk. I guess neither of us wanted to waste any time.

The entire car ride, I was choking on the tension and squeezing my thighs shut. We didn’t banter or talk. The only communication between us was the subtle brushes of his skin on mine. Every little touch had me panting. It was like I was under a spell, and both of us weren’t sure if speaking would ruin the moment.