Page 104 of Painted Truths

The willowy blonde on his lap smiles prettily before dropping a kiss on his cheek and wandering off through the throng to, no doubt, do as she's been told. Nate may be the quiet one, but he's got this ability to just get people to do what he says without ever needing to raise his voice.

Lucky fucker.

"This is it, DeMarco. The night you pop that motherfucking cherry."

And now it seems he's trying to use that ability on me because I find my head nodding enthusiastically. "But how do I make it happen with Cassidy, ’cause she's the only one I'm interested in, yeah?"

He rolls his eyes. "Man, if you touch Cass then you can expect Caden to fuck. You. Up. You know his sisters are off-limits." Then, chuckling darkly as he leans closer, a devilish smile forms on his face. "Which is exactly why it'll be so much more fun."

We spend the next hour knocking back plenty of liquid courage in the form of tequila shooters and some expensive ass Irish whiskey that Nate whipped from his old man, until I'm slurring my words and can barely stand up.

Nate's not that much better off, and then his skinny as fuck latest squeeze—Hannah? Harper?—whatever her name is, carts him upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms. Moments later, I catch sight of Cassidy grabbing a beer from the kitchen, so I throw caution to the wind, deciding to shoot my shot.

Weaving through the mass of bodies, I eventually get to the kitchen, where she's just popping the cap off a bottle of lager.

"If Carlsberg did sisters…"

What the fuck am I saying? She's going to think I'm calling her my sister. Giving myself a mental slap, I note her eyebrows are raised questioningly as she comes closer.

Pull it together, idiot.

"Where are your sidekicks, Batman? You look a little worse for wear. How about you call it a night?"

I'm about to defend my inebriated state, when nausea swirls in my stomach, and before I can stop it, I bend over, turn my head to the side and empty the contents of my stomach pretty much right on Cassidy's bare feet.

I'm too many sheets to the wind to care about being embarrassed right now, and that's my final thought as the floor rises up to meet me.

The next thing I know, I'm being tucked into my super king bed, Cassidy looming in and out of focus just above me.

"Ah, there you are, Batman."

Her gentle smile reaches her eyes as her long curly brown hair falls forward, brushing across my arm.

"You were out cold on the way over here. I hope it's okay; I've had to strip you down to your jocks. Umm, your clothes were kind of gross after all that mess..."

She tucks my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead in such a motherly gesture I'd shed a tear if it didn't take so much effort.

"I've left a glass of water and some painkillers here on your bedside locker, and there are towels on either side of the bed in case you need to throw up, okay?"

Her tone sounds like she's speaking to a toddler, and my eyes start to close again as she rises to leave, but I summon the energy to reach for her hand, my fingers grazing her knuckles, stopping her in her tracks.

"I like it when you call me Batman." She smiles softly, tucking a wayward strand of her mass of brown hair behind her ears. "Stay. Please."

My words are a hoarse whisper, and whatever she sees in my face makes her smile grow before settling herself back on the bed beside me.

"I'll stay until I'm sure you'll be okay. Sleep now, Batman."

But I'm asleep again before she's even finished her sentence.

I rouse again to find Cassidy's lips on mine as she kisses me awake, her tongue moving passionately against my own, her wild curly brown hair covering both our faces to shield us in our own bubble in the already dark room.

I begin to kiss her back, pulling her against me and devouring her mouth with my own. Before I even know what's happening, she breaks our kiss and moves down my body, kissing my pecs and my abs before tugging my boxers down, allowing my hardness to spring free.

She kisses the head softly before swirling her tongue around and around, lapping up the precum that is undoubtedly seeping from me.

My head is thrown back as I can't help my hips from rolling upwards, shoving my cock deeper inside her hot, wet mouth until she pops her mouth off and in a move I've only seen in those pornos that Cade always sticks on during our study sessions, she turns and spins so that her pussy is right on my face.

Taking my dick back into her mouth, she goes to town, and I respond in kind as I lick at her like a man possessed. I have no idea what I'm doing, but she doesn't seem to mind as she grinds into my face, coming loudly within no more than thirty seconds.