“Mage Wars,” I say from behind him.
“Yeah. Jamie got me hooked on this game.” He motions his head to the open chair next to him. “Grab a controller. We can do multi-player after I finish this level.”
I remove the beer from my pocket and sit next to him, getting comfortable in the plush chair before cracking open the can. Foam spills onto my hand that I’m forced to lick off before chugging as much of the overflowing beer as I can.
“You didn’t bring me one?” Romeo shakes his head at me, a few strands of dark hair falling into his eyes.
“Nah. Figured you’d already be wasted by now.”
He laughs, his gaze shifting back to the screen. He feverishly clicks buttons on the remote, now yelling at the magicians he’s fighting in the game. “Damn, this game is fucking hard.”
“I still haven’t gotten past level twenty-five. Preston’s almost finished the game.”
“Jamie beat it weeks ago,” he groans. “Fucking cheater.”
Jamie’s dad is the creator of Mage Wars and owns a global gaming company. He’s a tech genius and a hardcore gamer like his dad. And unfortunately for me, Jamie still hasn’t been able to track down the IP address of the blogger who’s trying to ruin my life. He said something about the IP changing too fast for him to locate it.
“Nah, his dad would never give him cheat codes. Uncle Jameson laughs at Preston every time he texts him for help.”
Romeo nods. “So, what’s up?”
Oh, right. The reason I stopped here in the first place.
“I wanted to talk to you about your ex or whatever you wanna call her.”
He cocks his head at me. “Eden?”
“Yeah. She’s my tutor. Or at least she was until we got into a fight at Broad Street Beans.”
He chuckles. “Eden isn’t a tutor.”
“No? Well, she told me her name was Sam on Strick Net when I messaged her about her posting online.”
Confusion scrolls across his face. “Sam is a tutor. But not Eden.”
“Who is Sam?”
“Her best friend.” He finishes the level and then drops the remote to the floor in front of him, glancing over at me. “You hooked up with her years ago at one of our parties.”
I smirk. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
His expression mirrors mine as he says, “The girl from the toga party, freshman year.”
Freshman year feels like an eternity ago. It’s hard to keep track of all the girls I’ve met since then. But I do remember the toga party.
“Did she have brown, curly hair and big tits?”
“Yeah. She’s cute. Huge rack.” He holds his hands out in front of him to demonstrate. “Kinda quiet until you give her a few beers.”
It takes me a few minutes before it sinks in. She said her name was Samantha back then. That was one of the wildest nights of my life. Sam was insatiable, so eager to fuck I couldn’t take her clothes off fast enough.
After three beers and an hour of Samantha rubbing her pussy on my leg, I had a hard-on that would not quit. She pressed her palms to my chest, staring up at me, and licked her lips. Fuck, I wanted to shove my cock between them. I couldn’t stop thinking about her full lips and her mouth that was made to suck my cock.
I slipped my fingers between hers and steered her through the crowded living room and to the long staircase that led to the second floor. She placed one of her long legs on the first step and held onto the railing, her eyes traveling over my body. This girl made my cock so hard I was in physical pain.
After she attempted to take the stairs on her own, I grew impatient. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hoisted her over my shoulder, despite my drunken state, taking the steps two at a time until we were inside Romeo’s bedroom.
Samantha sat on the mattress and spread her legs for me, pushing up the sheet to give me a nice view of her wet, white panties.
“You’re already wet for me.” I licked my lips. “Good girl.”
She leaned back, balancing herself on her elbows and stared up at me. “I’ve been wet since you started touching me. Do it, Tucker. Touch me.”
I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged at her panties, inching them down her thighs. She was shaved and smooth, her juices making her slick folds glisten. My hands trailed up her thighs, and she shivered from my touch. Fuck, she smelled good, so much so I was dying to taste her.
With her panties out of the way, I moved my hand from her thigh, my thumb now rolling over her clit. She bucked against my hand, her eyes focused on me full of hunger and greed. The desire in her eyes made me want to rip the sheet from her body like a caveman. So, I did. Using both hands, I pulled at the top of her toga, the fabric falling at her sides to reveal her naked body.