Page 153 of Fame & Rhythm

Tonight already feels like a disaster.

What’s one more bad decision?

“Why not,” I mutter, reaching in before I can second-guess it. I swallow them down quickly, chasing them with whatever’s in the bottle beside me.

“All right,” Trent says with a grin. “Party girl.”

A flicker of guilt hits me, brief but sharp.

Dad would hate this.

But he’s not here.

No one is.

Trent leans in, kissing me, harder this time. There’s nothing soft about it, nothing careful. I hesitate for half a second before kissing him back, letting myself fall into it.

It’s not right.

It doesn’t feel right.

But I don’t stop.

His hands move impatiently, pulling me closer, and suddenly everything feels rushed and unsteady. My thoughts lag behind what’s happening, my body reacting before my brain can catch up.

“Bedroom?” he murmurs.

For a second, I hesitate, because this isn’t what I want.

Not really.

But the thought is already slipping away as he pulls me to my feet, guiding me down the hallway, and I follow.

Because stopping now would mean thinking.

And thinking is the last thing I want to do.

“Show me those babies,” he says.

I chuckle and move to undo my bra. It falls to the floor, and his smile fades into something more sinister. I’m still getting a bad vibe about this, but because I’m so wasted, I can’t think straight. He moves back in, kissing me roughly, and it’s nice to feel skin on skin again, even if he isn’t Aston.

“Let me fuck you, Annie,” he whispers into my mouth.

I gasp at his forwardness, but suddenly my libido is in overdrive, and that’s exactly what I want him to do right now.

“Fuck me, Trent.”

He leans down, grabs my leather pants, and pulls them down to my ankles. He undoes my combat boots and then pushes me backward. I giggle as I sit on the bed, and he pulls off my shoes and leather pants. Now, I’m sitting on his bed wearing only my panties.

He steps closer, and I reach out and unbuckle his ridiculously big belt buckle and pull down the zipper. His jeans fall to the floor, and he’s naked underneath. His average-sized cock springs free right in my face, and I smirk as I compare it to Aston’s.

What am I thinking? There is no comparison.

This guy’s dick is bordering on tiny. Oh well, as long as he can get me off, that’s all I care about.

I move back on the bed and away from his cock in my face. Even though I’m completely drunk and my head is starting to spin a little, I’m not bad enough to suck this douche off. I do have some decorum. As I move on the bed, he leans down on all fours and climbs over me.

“You are so beautiful,” he says and takes my nipple in his mouth.