The Prince is Having a Ball

Part 9

Part 9

SANG:

I'm grinning like a fool and rushing to the bathroom. My panties are, well, very damp. Okay--they're soaked. That was the craziest thing I've ever done in public. I smile even wider thinking about it.

Holy crap.

Literally sandwiched by two big boys...

Silas at my back, North at my front, four hands all over my body, surrounded by other people... The sweat, the movement, the pulsing bass of the music. I shiver unconsciously, reveling in the delicious afterglow.

I had let them touch me--like that!--in a very public setting. Sure, the lights were way down low, and their giant bodies were blocking mine, but God! Two guys, one girl. And it was freakin' incredible.

What gets me really going, though, is how it didn't even really matter to them. Neither North or Silas even seemed to care that they were sharing me. SHARING me!

I take a deep, calming breath and wind into the hallway toward the bathroom, biting my lip. I'm still getting mini-aftershocks radiating through my body from my core. I know that Silas was touching North's, er, package, just by proximity because he was touching me down there, and that was insanity! So hot. Who knew that would be that hot?!

My eyes are glazed over still and I'm not even truly in the present, so I jump about five feet in the air when large hands grip my shoulders. Seriously--Kobe Bryant would be impressed with my vertical.

"Jesus!" Luke jerks back when I leap toward the ceiling, freaked at my sudden movement.

I clutch my chest, breaths coming too fast to catch. "Oh my God, Luke!" I gasp, shaking my head, "You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

Luke quickly assesses that I'm not actually going into cardiac arrest, and then bursts into laughter. "What the hell are you doing back here?" He pulls me into a hug and speaks directly into my ear.

"I need a bathroom."

Luke pulls back with a horrified look on his face. "Oh no, sweetie. You're gonna have to hold it. These stalls are..." he shudders, "Trust me--you don't want to go in there."

I slide my hands from his shoulders down his hard biceps, squeezing lightly, and he grins down at me. "How'd you get stuck with bathroom duty?" I ask.

"Bathroom duty? Bathroom duty? Christ--do you even hear yourself?" Luke chuckles.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Are you teasing me?" This boy hasn't even seen teasing yet.

"Nah, pretty girl. I'm just happy to see you." He pulls me closer to him, and I relax into his arms.

He tips my face up, and smiles down at me, his eyes flicking to my lips. I lick them, slowly, and he sighs. "Now who's teasing?"

I grin. "Well, you haven't kissed me. What else is a girl to do?"

Luke tips his head down so he's at my neck, and he inhales deeply, making me shudder against him. "You smell so much better than Anne Frank," he murmurs.

"What?" I try to pull away to see his face but his grip tightens.

He chuckles, and I love the way I can feel his breaths against my skin. "Nothing, nothing. Now, back to it..."

His lips press against the sensitive skin underneath my jaw and I moan softly.

"What's that?" He smiles against my flesh, "I can't hear you."

I giggle, and he moves his lips up my throat, across my cheek to my ear, where his tongue flicks my earlobe again and again. I moan louder as his teeth close around it and pull it down.