BET

Chapter Two

Kasia

I unzip my boots, taking my time to pull them off of my legs as I glance around the room.

Keagan led me out of the party and back to his place, one of the large houses on campus that the football guys live in together. He brought me up to his room and I took a seat on the edge of his bed while he went to get us more drinks. The doorknob opens and he walks in holding up two of the same beers that they had at the party.

Gross.

He hands me one of them and I smile, taking it from him as he sits next to me on the edge of the bed. He clicks his glass against mine and keeps his eyes on mine as he lifts it to his lips, taking a sip. I fight the urge to gag as I lift my bottle to my lips, tipping it back but keeping my lips squeezed tight together so very little escapes into my mouth. I pretend to swallow and look over to see Keagan smile.

"You don't actually like that, do you?" he asks, gesturing towards the drink.

"No, it's good." I lie.

He smirks, nodding his head and squinting his eyes. "Take another sip then."

I grit my teeth together, scowling at him as my stubbornness takes over and I bring the bottle back up to my lips, pretending to sip again. Keagan smiles, using his finger to lift the bottle up higher. I crane my head back until the bottle slips and beer spills down the sides of my mouth onto my chin.

I bring the bottle down, wiping the back of my hand over my lips while he laughs from beside me, watching me struggle.

"Real nice, asshole." I scoff as I feel the beer trailing down my neck and onto my clothes. "Now I'm going to smell like that cheap shit all night."

He continues chuckling to himself, pointing at me. "I knew you didn't really like it."

"Fuck you." I say, setting the bottle down on the floor next to me and wiping my hands.

"Come here." he says, setting his bottle down too.

He leans in close, his mouth going to my neck and licking a long stripe up my skin over the beer that dripped down. My eyes flutter at the feeling and I lean my head back further as he starts kissing my neck over and over, cleaning up the spilled beer and flooding my body with want.

His hand moves up my leg until it reaches my hips, slipping underneath my shirt to touch my bare skin and I gasp at the feeling. I almost don't notice that he has started sucking hard on one specific spot at the base of my neck. When I realize, my eyes open and I push at his chest.

    "You're going to give me a hickey if you keep doing that." I groan.

    "Yeah, so?" he mumbles into my skin.

    "No marks." I say sharply as he lifts his head from my neck.

"Why not?" he asks, his hands still roaming underneath my shirt.

"Because I don't want a trace of you on my skin for the next week and a half."

    He scoffs like he finds it funny, but nods his head in understanding. "No marks." he repeats.

I nod my head and he leans in again, this time capturing my lips with his own. I open my mouth to his and he grips my body tighter between his hands. He pushes me further back on the bed, climbing over top of me. His hand moves further up underneath my shirt, his fingers moving over the fabric of my bra.

I pull back from his lips. "Take my shirt off." I say.

He follows my instructions, lifting my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor. His fingers move to the button of my skirt and he undoes it, slipping my skirt and my underwear down my legs at once. I reach forward and pull at his shirt, lifting it off of him the way he did mine. Just like he did, my hands go to the button of his jeans, undoing it and motioning for him to take them off.