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My eyes are super glued to the door. Every time it opens, a wave of excitement passes through me. I know for a fact that my naughty little Raven is going to wear something that is going to make me hard for the rest of the night. So, I already made adjustments for that. I am wearing my tightest jeans so that I’m not poking out of my pants. It’s 11:15 and she’s still not here. I’m starting to think that she’s probably not coming. But then the door opens to prove me wrong.

She appears like a goddess and suddenly all eyes in the room jolt towards her. She flips her hair back with such confidence knowing that she is looking lip smackingly good.

Tasty.

Her black skirt covers enough to keep wanting more. Her silver heels string around and are tied around her calf. And her top. She’s wearing a silver sparkly crop top, which dips low enough to know that one movement and she’ll be out. She turns to greet George who is basically ogling her like every other guy in here. Damn. The back of her top is held by one frail silver string. One tiny tug and her tiny little top falls to the ground.

She looks around, probably and hopefully trying to find me. And when she does, she licks her signature red lips. And I am so glad that I chose to wear these jeans. She whispers something in the girl’s ear who she walked in with. Which I am guessing is her roommate, Justine. She waltzes around the room until she is standing in front of me.

My voice is suddenly too high pitched for my liking. “You made it.” That’s the first thing I say to her? I swear to god, my body suddenly starts to disobey me infront of her.

She looks around the room, checking out other people’s costumes. “Am I dressed appropriately for the theme?” She gives a quick spin, sticking her ass out in front of me on purpose and I have to clench my fists too hard to not smack her butt. I’m scared that by the end of the night I’ll be bleeding.

“You look delicious.”

She bites her lower lip and looks at me with those doe eyes. That fuckable expression. Umm…“Drink?” she asks me.

“Let me guide you to the good stock.” I put my hand around her back and I’m one hundred percent sure that she just shivered under my touch. I wonder if I slip my hand into her panties, will she be wet?

Great, because now I'm even harder now. I guide her to the bar and open the locked cabinet. She bends to pull out a bottle of scotch and I can’t help but take a look. I know it's not a very gentlemanly thing to do so I force myself to look up. I’m dancing with the devil here.

“This. Let’s use this.” She stands upright again, holding the whiskey bottle in her hand.

“You have a good eye.” I take the bottle from her hands and her eyes travel up and down my body, checking me out.

“I sure do.” She bites a smile and winks at me. What the actual fuck? If I hadn’t clenched my ass right now, I swear I would be covered with precum right now. I want to fuck her right now. “Glasses?”

“Huh?”

“Glasses. For the drinks.” She presses her lips to not smile, but the corner of her lips rise anyway. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I want to haul her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs and fuck her smug smile off.

I saunter over to the cabinet next to it and grab two glasses. She makes two drinks and guides me through the crowd to her friend. “James, that’s Juju, my roommate and that’s Jake, her boyfriend.” She introduces me to them as if I didn’t already know. I am not supposed to know.

“Hey man.” Jake and I shake hands and give each other the ‘ your secret is safe with me’ look.

“So when do the playoffs start?” Jake asks me. “It was a good game this season though. Especially against UCLA. You guys crushed them.” It was a tough game, but we had some good touchdowns from the get go and Dan handled the defence pretty strong as well.

“It was a team effort.” Believe it or not, I hate football talk at parties. It’s all I talk about during the day and even at night. But parties are the one place I like to leave it behind.

“But that touchdown that you made in the fourth quarter…Amazing!” Is it bad that I want to yawn? Not because I am cocky, but I am genuinely bored.

“Yeah. Thanks man. I appreciate it.”

A cheerful hand slips on my shoulder and that beautiful sweet floral scent wraps around me. “Do you want to play beer pong and watch me beat your ass?” Of course. It’s my Raven to my rescue.

“Sure.”

“Me and Marcus vs you and Jake?” Juju wraps her arm around Riya. I’d rather team up with my Raven but before I could object, the game has already started.

I am an athletic person, I’ve always been. Football, golf, swimming, ice skating, shooting, I’m good at it all. Not to brag, but I am just as good at studying too. Looking for a genius? He’s standing right here. But I don’t like to show it off.

“Chug. Chug. Chug. Chug.” Riya shouts from the other side. One thing I like to boast about myself is that I’m competitive. I remembered once I fell on my butt in middle school while ice skating and the hockey boys started making fun of me.

I skated till 2am until I was better at it than them. If I’d continued, who knows, I’d be in the hockey team instead of football! And I can clearly see that she’s just as competitive. Jake and Juju, or as I like to call them the JJ couple, quit the game because me and my Raven were making it too competitive and it was no more fun. I have never had more fun.

“Drink up Mr Williams.” she squeaks and turns around to the beats of music. I throw the ball and it misses and she wins.

Didn’t I mention how competitive I am? Seeing her cheery dance makes me feel happy about losing for the first time.

She walks over and hauls me to the living room between the drunk dancing people. Did I mention how physically strong she is? Hell yeah! I really lose the person I am and become my true self when I’m with her! She…She never ceases to amaze me.

“Come on. Let’s get dancing.” She’s waving her hair in the air to ‘What makes you beautiful’ by One Direction. I am not a dancer. The only move I know is a girl grinding on me. But her energy rubs off on me and I mimic her moves, her shoulders move and I move mine the same way and then she throws her hands in the air and jumps and before I know it, I’m dancing and shouting the lyrics with her. I throw my hands in the air and bop my head and I enjoy myself!

And it’s like the odds are against me, the song changes to ‘Under the influence’ and her hips start swaying. But I’m not complaining, all I have to do is put my hand around her waist and pull her against me. She doesn’t push me away. And I start to realise how bad of an idea it is to have her grind on me like that. It brings back memories from that party we met at.

All of a sudden she stops moving and turns around to whisper something in my ear. “I’ll stop now. Wouldn’t want you to pop out of your pants in the middle of the dance floor.” She winks at me as she walks past, leaving me speechless and making me even harder. I am literally about to pop off !

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We are all chilling on the couch, talking. Most of the people left at around 2am, and now it’s just my roommates, the girls they’re going to hook-up with, JJ couple and Riya. Riya sits in front of me, eyeing me as she sips her scotch.

The door slams open loudly and a girl in a skimpy dress walks in yelling ‘where is that bitch.’ I just pray to god that it’s not for me. And thankfully it’s not. She stomps over to Sid and the brunette he was about to hook up with immediately stands up. Raven and I are completely unaffected by this shenanigan and keep continuing eye-fucking each other. That is until her head turns to Sid who is standing in front of her with a hand on his cheek, because this crazy bitch who just walked in slapped him.

Riya gets up and stands between both of them. Her expression is darker than ever. God she looks hot when she’s mad. And it turns me on even more.

“You stop right there.” She tells the crazy girl who slapped Sid and the crazy bitch stops like hell froze over. Hell, anyone would. She’s scary like that. Bossy too. Which I love.

She turns around to face Sid. “Do you deserve that slap? I just want to hear "Yes or No".” straight to the point.

Sid looks embarrassed. “No.” He says.

I know for a fact that no matter how many women these boys and even I sleep with, we never give them any hope for a relationship and we sure as hell don’t disrespect them. Sid has a little sister and he’s always lecturing me about how to let women down respectfully because he wouldn’t want someone to treat his little sister disrespected and karma and all. I did not need the lecture, but I know for a fact that he of all people did not deserve that slap. And that is his first slap!

As soon as Sid says no. My Raven pulls the hair of the crazy girl and drags her head to the open space in the living room and throws her head. Fuck! Note to self- never hurt Sid in front of her.

“You hit him, because you knew he wouldn’t hit you back. Guess what bitch, he has an older sister who can. So, why don’t you take on someone who can hit you back?” Older sister? When did that happen? Sid is just as shocked as me. Everyone is standing on their feet. Even George who finally looks up from his make out sesh. Which is rare, nope, it has never happened before. It is a celestial event.

“You fucking bitch.” the crazy bitch screams and I’m not sure who needs help here. From the looks of it, it’s definitely not my feisty and scary Raven.

Riya takes the same stance that she took that time she threw a punch at George. And George was complaining about his arm for almost 3 days. If she throws one at this girl, she’ll be knocked out.

“What? Scared? Scared that I’ll hit you back? This is not a cat-fight. I don’t do those. You wanna throw your hands at people’s faces? Guess what? I can do that too.” Consider me a goner. I don’t care about the people in the room and all the spectators. I just want to fuck her, right here, right now.

The girl on the ground is shivering and gets up. “You’re crazy!” Says the crazy girl herself as she runs out of the house.

George gulps. “You’re crazy.” He looks like he saw a ghost. It’s a look I have never seen on his face. And if George is calling Riya crazy, it means that she is CRAZY. But fuck does she make me go cray-cray with her craziness. Look at me, using words like cray-cray!

“Time for us to go.” JJ couple gets up and Juju holds Riya’s hands who shakes it off and walks towards Sid. She hits his chest, softly.

“Wait here.” She walks to the kitchen and comes back with an ice pack. This is the second time she’s icing a slapped face in this house. Almost makes me snort. Almost. I’m just happy it’s not me this time.

Dan and his hook-up make way to his room right after George and his hook-up and JJ argue as Jake tries to pull Juju out of here.

Riya senses the uneasiness that Justine feels. “You guys head out. I’ll head out after some time. I’ll see you at home, Juju.” she smiles and nods at Justine to let her know that she’s fine.

Jake pulls Justine close to him. Away from Riya and I’m almost half tempted to knock him out. “Aren’t you staying over at my place, babe?” He forces a smile.

“You should stay over, James will drop me off, babe.” Riya hugs Justine. So she calls her best friend babe. Nope, not going to overthink it. Why does she have a problem when I call her that? I want to pout and whine like a baby.

“No, funny games. Make sure she gets home safe, Marcus.” Justine glares at me.

“I will.” I raise my hands to surrender.

Riya ices Sid’s face for some time and tortures me by bending over and putting her ass on display for me.

“You okay there, cap?” Sid teases me. He knows exactly what’s wrong with me right now.

Raven turns around to look at me and then looks at my eyes glued to her ass.

“If you want it, all you have to do is ask, Williams.” She teases me and Sid acts like he’s throwing up. I press my tongue against the hollow of my cheek. This girl knows exactly how to rile me on. “The ice pack, I mean.” She wasn’t referring to the ice pack, but I think I might need one for my balls. Poor guys are going to be blue until I jerk myself off tonight.

Sid presses his lips together and gets up and walks away, taking the ice pack out of her hands. “Thank you for that, Riya.” He turns back and smiles at her. She nods her head and he is gone and we’re let alone in the living room.

I saunter towards Raven, who flops down on the couch. Legs crossed. Thighs pressing. And that adorable fuckable expression on her face.

I lower myself onto her. Her sweet and floral scent overwhelms me and makes me want to bury my face in her neck. “You have been a bad, bad girl all night.” I tilt her chin towards me and she bites her lip.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” she smirks. Fuck. I bend my neck backwards and try to find that one thread of control. But it snaps when she pulls me onto her and crashes her lips on mine. Sweet! She tastes so sweet…and a bit bitter- like the scotch. I want to smear that red lipstick off her face tonight. One way or the other.

Her lips are so hungry for me, matching my hunger. My tongue slides along her lips, seeking permission and her mouth opens up for me. I can never have enough of her. I am so engrossed in her that I forget to breathe. But then again, breathing is optional here.

I slide my hand around her waist and pick her up in one swift motion and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her tongue tells me just how much she wants me. Glad we’re on the same page about that.

I carry her to the stairs and press her against the wall and she moans as my erection presses against her. I wouldn’t be surprised if my balls turned blue from all the pain tonight.

She’s panting and gasping for air, but at the same time wanting more of me as she pulls my neck towards her. “You room…” I trace my mouth from her mouth to between her neck and shoulder and it must be her sweet spot as I see her head fall back and she moans even louder. “Fuck…Williams…Do that again.” I kiss her neck again and another moan escapes her mouth. I feel her legs around my waist loosen for a second.

“Are you wet for me, Raven?” I whisper in her ear as she shivers under my breath.

She unwraps her legs and stands and holds my hand and guides it under her skirt and up in her panties. Her eyes look directly into mine, no trace of shame anywhere. “See for yourself.”

My fingers find the hem of her panties and slide inside. She’s not just wet, she’s soaked. I wouldn’t be shocked if she leaked out on the couch. “I have been wet all night–” She presses her lips on mine and then comes closer to my ear and whispers. “–for you. I have been wet for you.” And I lose whatever it was holding me back and pick her up in my arms and carry her to my room. I lock my room behind us and corner her against the door. Lips consuming each other. Fuck, I want to see her come.

“I want you to make me come.” she commands but looks shy the next second. “On your tongue.” Is it just me, or did her eyes become darker and hungrier? Hungry for me.

I get on my knees in front of this gorgeous woman who I have been fantasising about for weeks and pull down her skirt, which bunches down at her sexy high heels. She’s wearing Black lace panties. I slowly slide them off to expose her, keeping her heels on.

“Your wish is my command, Raven .”