I snort. “Why the hell would I be jealous?”
Sol shifts, tucking his hands in his back pockets. “I honestly don’t know. Did that guy who had his hands all over you not follow through?”
My skin heats a little despite the freezing cold. Ben’s a sophomore who’s been making moves on me since last year. He was pretty drunk when I arrived and more handsy than usual, but nothing happened.
“We were just talking,” I say. “Which is more than I can say for you with your girlfriend.”
Sol shakes his head. “She’s not my girlfriend. You know that. Besides, she kissedme.”
I huff a laugh and take a step back. “It’s fine. You go ahead and get your dick wet. It’s not like there’s anything between us to stop you. I mean, we’re not even friends, right?”
Sol looks like I’ve slapped him, and I immediately want to take it back.
“Wow,” he breathes. “That’s just great.”
“Sol.” I wince. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh? Whatdidyou mean?”
My head is spinning despite not a drop of alcohol passing my lips. I don’t know what I meant. It’s like my brain stops functioning around Sol. Everything is usually so clear cut in my head, but he derails every thought, and I don’t know what to do with that.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say, taking another step back. Perhaps if I put physical distance between us, my brain will de-fog.
But Sol doesn’t let me. He closes the gap between us and reaches for me, framing my face with his hands as he pulls my mouth to his. Our teeth crash together, but a split second later all tension evaporates from my body, and I melt against him, letting him take my mouth any way he wants.
He’s an incredible kisser and the way his body fits against mine feels so right, I can’t remember why I put any effort into fighting this. We’re far enough from the party that I doubt people can see us, but we’re still out in the open, and as Sol’s hands slide down to my ass, grinding his hips against mine, I know we need to get somewhere more private.
Sol breaks the kiss, grabbing my hand and all but dragging me down the path. I open my mouth to question, but it only takes a few steps before I realize where he’s heading. The Wolf Den. I should protest, but I can’t seem to come up with a single reason.
It’s not far and the Den seems to be deserted, with everyone over at the Hive. I know Sol’s room is up on the top floor, but when we walk through the front door, he doesn’t lead me to the stairs. Instead, he drags me a little down the hall, opening the nearest door with so much force it almost comes off the hinges. The urgency rippling from Sol has me breathless and, as he pulls me inside what I realize is a bathroom and crowds me up against the door, I’m drunk with lust.
He doesn’t speak, instead resuming the devouring of my mouth as his hands shove up my shirt, stroking and squeezing my flesh. My hips shift, seeking friction, and Sol pushes against me, pinning me against the door. Our dicks press together, rock hard in our pants, and I suck in a breath at the sensation. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more, my head spinning with need. But before I can make a move, Sol presses a rough kiss to my mouth and drops to his knees.Fuck.
I can’t seem to draw in enough breath as I watch him unfasten my pants, pulling them down enough to free my cock. Gripping the back of my shirt, I pull it off, not wanting anything obstructing my view as Sol eyes my dick like it’s a mountain he’s about to climb. I open my mouth to reassure him that he doesn’t have to do this—that I’m more than happy to get us off another way—when he looks up at me with those big, blue eyes and takes the head of my cock between his lips.
I suck in a sharp breath, my fingers threading through his soft hair, as he wraps a hand around the base of my dick and swirls his tongue over my slit. “Fuck, yes.”
My praise spurs him on and he swallows more of me, working what he doesn’t with his fist. His eyes stay on my face, as though reading my reactions, but honestly, he could give me the world’s worst blow job and I wouldn’t care. Just the sight of him with my dick between his lips is enough. He looks perfect.
Releasing his hold, he grips my thighs, taking me deeper into his throat, the suction near perfect, and my head falls back against the door. It takes all my self-control not to thrust, my fingers gripping his hair tight. He pulls off, his hand replacing his mouth, and I look down in question.
“Is it okay?” he asks.
My chest does a weird swooping thing at the hopeful look in his eyes. His lips are swollen and wet in a way that makes my legs weak, and I reach down and swipe my thumb over his sharp jaw. “It’s more than okay. You look even better on your knees than I imagined.”
He gives me a soft smile and takes me back into his mouth, causing me to moan loudly. “Jesus, Sol . . . You have no idea how much I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
He pauses and my fingers loosen their hold. Shit. Did I go too far? I freaked him out.Fuck. But when he looks up at me, his eyes are glazed, his breathing fast and heavy.
“Do it,” he says. “Fuck my mouth.”
My dick jolts in his hand and I card my fingers through his hair as my heart rate spikes. “Sol . . .”
“Do it,” he says again, taking me back between his lips, deeper than before, the head of my cock nudging the back of his eager throat.
I suck in a breath, my teeth sinking into my lip as I give him what he wants. As soon as I give a first tentative thrust, he leans against my thighs, surrendering himself to me.Fuck. I swear I’ve never seen anything hotter and likely never will. Even though I’m filled with the desire to grip his head and fuck his throat like there’s no tomorrow, I don’t. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. Especially not on his first blow job. But this, I realize, is something he enjoys. Giving up control. I had a glimpse of it before and I’m beyond intrigued.
Taking hold of his head, I use his mouth as roughly as I can without hurting him, but it’s fucking hard, and when Sol moans around my cock, I growl with frustration. The next jolt of my hips has my cock nudging the back of his throat, and I curse internally, but Sol doesn’t even flinch, even as tears escape from the corners of his glassy eyes. I brush one away with my thumb, the sight causing my balls to tighten.