Garrison
Icheck off ‘hang decorations’ from my checklist. I feel a sense of satisfaction every time I remove one more item from my list. The planning of house events usually falls on my shoulders, but I don’t mind. I know it will be chaos if I let one of the other guys take the reins for once. I crack my knuckles in irritation at the though.
I loathe chaos.
The house looks every bit of a typical college Halloween party, despite the more refined theme I longed to go with. Not everyone shares my taste. Since I was out-voted, I made sure that every pumpkin was carved to perfection, and every twinkling light shone without a flicker.
I’m at my most content when things are structured. Order gives me a sense of calm in a world that has given me nothing but unpredictable curveballs. Especially the one I received when I pledged myself to this fraternity. I’d gone in thinking it was a normal initiation, and I’d left with a fucking demon in my chest. Wearing my skin like he was living out his Buffalo Bill fantasies.
I ready my costume for the evening, taking care to push all that bullshit of demons and oaths to the back of my mind. I’m dressing up as The Duke of Hastings from Bridgerton. I’d had too many people tell me I looked like him to not lean into it.
I tie up this floof looking thing around my neck, adding to the duke aesthetic. I might have been staying up in this tiny tower room for the time being, but I found I enjoy being removed from the rest of the house and their constant nonsense.
I sit on the creaky bed and open my financial apps, checking all the zeros in my accounts. Once I assure myself that all are accounted for, I pull up the cameras I have stationed outside my multiple residences and count my vehicles. Even though the rational part of me is aware I would have received an alert if something was amiss, this Greed inside of me will not be satisfied until I assure myself that all my worldly possessions are in pristine condition. I feel the pressure to acquiremore, more, more, like a constant thrum in my brain.
I clear my throat and adjust the tie at my neck.
I check the time on my designer watch, one of three hundred that I own, noting that I have fifteen minutes before our rowdy guests will begin to arrive. I’d clocked their patterns over the last two years. If I set a party for 7, I could guarantee people would show up at 6:30 like clockwork, under the guise of ‘helping’ set up the party. Usually, they were looking to get with Lukas, or one of my other fraternity brothers. Some girls made it their mission to coax Walker out of his stand-offish behavior, only to regret it later. It was a miracle that he was giving Salem any attention.
I run down the crooked spiral staircase and stride into the shared bathroom. I dig my toothbrush out of the sanitizer that I store it in, and brush every tooth, counting the required two minutes to ensure optimal teeth health. I run my tongue over my sparkling white teeth, taking in my appearance.
Damn. I did look the part of a handsome duke tonight.
I quirk my eyebrow up, wondering how the night is going to go.
No matter how meticulously I plan, things always went askew. I prepare myself for the inevitable disappointment and attempt to rein in my gloomy mood. This was a night to celebrate and forget the woes that plagued me as much as this demon I’d been saddled with.
I hear the beginning murmurings of guests already filtering in downstairs. I check my watch, noting they were slightly earlier. Interesting.
I stash my toothbrush, and head down to greet the scantily clad guests who are already in search of a dick to ride. I’m more than happy to oblige, feeling a smirk fall over my face. I can easily add them to my collection. Another notch on my belt is just the thing I need to get over this melancholy funk I’d found myself in.
Tonight, I would let loose. I slide between the girls, eyebrow quirked into a smolder. They visibly melt under my attention. Yes, it looked like tonight’s party would indeed be epic.
Walker
Normally, I’d spend a night like this avoiding the fray, but I’m drawn to Salem in a way that has me pushing against her backside like I own it. Letting her feel my length as she grinds against me. Letting her know exactly what she does to me. I’m drunk enough to not care that she was originally dancing with Pierce.
Fuck it. She can dance with us both.
One look at Pierce confirms we’re on the same page, letting her decide which of us she wants.
And that’s just what she does. Grinding her ass into my rock-hard front, while straddling Pierce’s leg rocking her hips in a perfect rhythm against us.
Fuck it, if my little wildcat wants both of us, I can share.
I lose myself in the feel of her, forgetting why this is a bad idea for once and give into my desires.
The lights flash against her luminescent skin, giving her sweaty body a neon sheen while I trace my fingers down her arms, settling my hands against her voluminous hips.
Fuck, I love the feeling of my fingers digging into her supple flesh, bending against my will.
I lose track of everyone and everything around us, my focus solely on this little hellion in my arms. Her little moans I was eliciting from her went straight to my dick, making it twitch, demanding more.
More than this delicious friction between us.
It wants out.
It needs to be inside of her.