My One For Half A Million

Bathroom

Music was thumping, pounding, reverberating through me from the moment we walked in. The lights were dancing, and excitement coursed through my veins. It heightened while I endured being berated by Jay and Sam, and made a mental note to ask them to be in the wedding party, along with some others.

And then Petra showed up.

We'd almost dated a while ago, and I still blushed every time she was near- I'd long gotten over my crush, but jeez, she was gorgeous.

She leaned in so close I got flashbacks to the couple times we'd made out.

And then Xylar nearly growled at her, and his hand spread across my back, and I saw the look on his face that could only really be attributed to one thing.

So I led him smack dab into the middle of the dancing crowd and swayed my hips against his hands, matching the rhythm, letting my hands slide down his chest before pressing my body against his. He gasped a little, I think. I couldn't hear it, but I could feel it. He tensed, and I felt my breath bounce back into my face from his skin.

"Jealous?"

I liked the way it rolled off my tongue, and I really liked the way I felt his heart ricochet in his chest.

He grabbed my waist tighter, holding me to him like I was something precious. Like he couldn't bear to let me go. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. Stubble scratched my cheek.

"Maybe."

I think he might've meant for it to sound cool, to be suave, or even dominant. But it was a whimper, a plea.

I answered that please by stringing my hands through his hair and pulling. "You know you're my good boy," I crooned.

There was a definite gasp.

"You're my good boy," I repeated. "You know that. Everyone knows that."

I think I was drunk on the energy around me. I think he was drunk on the way my lips touched his jaw.

He floundered for a moment, unsure with his words. "And you're mine."

...

We ended up in an empty bathroom on I think the third story after a couple rounds of drinks. We were still mentally intact, but damn if we weren't warm and fuzzy and loosened up.

"Good boyyy-" he was grinding against my jeans, still having to look down at me even though I was sitting on the counter. "Good, good... mm"

I helped him take my pants off, and he immediately scratched between my shoulders as he pressed me against the mirror.

He didn't hesitate, and I almost screamed. "Fuck, baby, yes..."

He panted against my neck, squeezing my ass as he fucked me.

I let him drive me through an orgasm like that before switching it around. "Up, up on the counter," I said.

When he was comfortably perched on the granite slab, I hopped up, straddling him, my face right against his.

"Sweetie..."

"Please," he gasped.

"Im gonna make you scream," I assured him, and then slid myself down, making him gasp.

"And I- I'm gonna marry you," he said.

I almost paused.