We get a ride back to the dorms from the sober driver the house provides for the party goers. The whole ride we can’t keep our hands off each other. I am about ready to take him in the backseat.
We exit the car, a flurry of fingers and tongues. I should feel bad for taking off on Courtney, but it isn’t as though she wasn’t occupied upstairs doing her own thing. She’ll know I’m with Tate, but I guess I should send her a text so she doesn’t worry.
Am: Whoreface, I left with Tate. Talk to you tomorrow.
Tate chuckles as he reads the message over my shoulder. “You’re such a sweetheart.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
He nuzzles into my shoulder, hugging me from behind outside of our building. “Nope.” He pops the P. I twist around in his arms, meeting his lips with mine. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling me playfully. I can taste a hint of beer on his tongue that normally would bother me, because I hate beer, but Tate makes it taste good.
“Get a room,” someone calls as they go inside.
Tate sighs and squeezes my butt. “My room, let’s go,” he all but growls at me.
With a nod, I follow him inside to the elevator. Courtney hasn’t messaged me back, so I assume she is having a good time.
Tate’s dorm room is similar to mine but with an extra bedroom. It’s cleaner than I expected. Court and I are total slobs. I follow Tate into his single sleeper room and no sooner than I step into his room he is pulling me onto the bed with him, his mouth is merely an inch from mine.
I can’t get enough of his kisses.
If I’m being honest with myself, I can’t get enough of Tate.
He kisses my cheek and I need more.
“You drive me crazy,” he grits, his hands traveling over my stomach and up under my shirt, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touches me.
I nearly jump him, taking what I want, more of his mouth on mine. More of his hands touching me.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
I want him.
Chapter 19
Tate
I’
ve got Amaya back at my room, while the guys are still at the house. I hope they stay there tonight.
Amaya is lying in bed with me. If she wasn’t so petite, we wouldn’t fit so easily. Kiss Me, is playing on the radio. I grin and give her a sweet peck on the cheek. What starts out as an innocent kiss to her cheek soon leads to her lips being on mine. I could kiss her all damn day. Her tongue sweeps against mine and I’m a goner. I want her.
We go from lying side by side to her straddling my waist. Fuck, she’s making me hard. I grip her hips as she sucks on my neck. She starts to move against me and it’s turning me on. My hands slide up from her hips to the hem of her shirt, raising it over her head. We’re moving fast, frantic, and fevered, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to. Her breasts are covered by a scrap of white lace. Her nipples are playing peekaboo with the thin fabric, teasing my eager tongue. I wet my lips and pull her forward, needing just one taste of her sweet skin. Every nerve in my cock is tingling with need.
She grinds against me and runs her fingers through my hair, tugging on it lightly. We’re tongues and fingers as we continue to touch and taste. My fingers skim along the waist of her jeans eager to take them off her and sink my fingers inside her. Her tongue traces the shell of my ear, her heated breath leaving a trail of fire.
“Tate,” she pants my name in a sultry whisper.
“Tell me you’re mine, Amaya. All mine. Only mine,” I growl in her ear, as I grab her by the belt loops of her jeans and pull her into me.
She gasps and opens her mouth ready to give me what I want. I unbutton her jeans to see a hint of white lace. My cock twitches and she grinds on me again. Fuck, she’s so sexy. I rub my fingers over the thin material and can feel her heat and attraction. I’m so close to touching her skin to skin. Her hips thrust as she presses into my hand.
I’m about to capture her rosy bud between my lips to suck it when the door to my suite bangs against the wall, and I hear Bucky and Big Tex barging in and bickering about who has a hotter ass, Cardi B or Nicki Minaj.
Amaya sighs and leans back, slippin