I snorted. “Fine. If you don’t want to come, Allison, you can stay behind while we go have a good time.”
Michael nodded. “Yep. I’ll go with Clint and Rae.”
“Hey, I don’t want you to go alone, though. What if there are girls there?”
Clint grinned. “There will be. Might want to come and make sure your territory stays marked.”
Allison rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever. Okay. But I’m not drinking or doing any of the drugs.”
I snickered. “None of the drugs. Got it.”
Michael wiggled his eyebrows. “Anyone up for some pregaming before the party tonight?”
I paused. “What are we pregaming with?”
Clint nodded. “Yeah, we can’t drink at the bar here.”
Allison giggled. “Michael snuck some alcohol in his suitcase.”
My jaw dropped open. “You’ve been holding out on us!”
Clint gasped. “Mike. I’m hurt. We’re supposed to be besties, bro.”
He barked with laughter. “All right. Dinner in, then the pregaming shot happens at eight. Sound good?”
I paused. “Better make it nine. I’ve heard these parties don’t really get going until then.”
Michael nodded. “All right. Dinner in our rooms, pregame shot at nine, then we head out to this elusive party Rae heard about on her new campus.”
We swam around in the pool before Clint eventually tugged me out. He stopped asking me about orientation--thank God--but I saw that look in his eye. He couldn't keep his hands off me in the pool. He couldn’t get away from Michael and Allison quickly enough. I barely snatched up my things as he pulled me toward the back entrance of the hotel. Ready to get into our room.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day,” he murmured.
The second our hotel door closed behind us, his lips were against mine. His hands ripped my bathing suit off me as I fiddled with his trunks. His raging cock called to me. I felt my thighs warming. Oh, yes. Those girls at lunch were completely wrong.
No college man would ever make me feel the way Clint did.
“You looked smoking hot in that bathing suit.”
He wrapped his lips around my nipples before shoving me to the bed.
“Fucking hell, I couldn't stop thinking about you, gorgeous.”
I watched him stroke his cock as his wet bathing suit slipped to the floor.
“And now? You’re mine until nine,” he growled.
18
Clinton
When my lips fell against her wet skin, the animal inside me popped. I needed to claim her. Mark her. Take her as mine as quickly as possible. I bit into the meat of her breast. I felt Rae arch against me as moans left her lips. Her legs curled up, exposing that wet pussy for me as her curves dripped with water from the pool.
I quickly tossed her thighs over my shoulders.
“Clint. Clint, I--I-I-I--”
I panted between the valley of her breasts as my cock rubbed against her pussy folds.