I show up at the party with my quintessential letterman jacket and Emery at my side. Do not do anything I wouldn't do, I coach him. Don't play the shy, cute card. Be aggressive. But don't give it up too easily, either.
We split up, so he can hopefully mingle and not just hang with Bella, Danny and Matthias. Plus, Griffin is here, and I swear he's looking at me. This time I let my gaze linger and he quirks a brow in response.
Within the first fifteen minutes, I'm lying on a bed upstairs flanked by two beautiful girls.
They're kissing all over my shirtless torso, taking their time, but I unzip my fly impatiently.
"It ain't gonna suck itself," I point out, and they set to work.
I have absolutely no patience for girls who give bad head, especially when they're making a mess and whining about the force of my thrusts.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm almost done."
When I finish, they bat their eyelashes expectantly up at me. But I hurry to redress. The night is still young and there are plenty of people and things to do.
"What about us," girl one murmurs sultrily.
"Yeah, aren't you gonna get us off? Come back here, stud..." Girl two begs.
"Next time," I mutter brusquely.