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The tequila is in control.

My hands have their own agenda.

Lust fuels me to go harder, to be entirely uninhibited, to be completely reckless.

I’m racing forward without pause, spurred on by how desperate I am. Fixated on wanting to know exactly what he’s got going on beneath that tightly fitted denim.

Without wavering in the way I’m kissing him, I allow my hungry touch to delve lower between our bodies. Pushing beneath the hem of his shirt, blindly seeking out his waistband, I start working his belt buckle.

His stomach caves as I brush up against the scattering of hair dusting low on his stomach. My gorgeous stranger hisses into my mouth.

I chuckle and tear at his jeans. “Let’s get this party fucking started. You seriously have no right walking around looking this sexy.” He’s not doing anything to stop me, and that turns everything even more feral.

When my palm snakes inside his boxer briefs and wraps around his hardening cock, he shudders, surrendering a delicious groan.

Oh, hell to the yes. He’s smooth and velvety beneath my fingers and I wedge my hand as far down as possible to grasp the base of him. Tugging with a few forceful strokes, I jack him beneath the fabric and kiss him ruthlessly.

It’s insanely hot, and I don’t even fucking care that the girl isn’t here yet.

This is a special type of Christmas package, one I’m in no mood for waiting to unwrap.

I need to taste him, right fucking now.

CHAPTER 3

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

All my brain cells are in my dick as a ridiculously hot stranger gives me a hand job and kisses me with the desperation of a sailor just returned from being stranded at sea.

It’s … unexpected. Unexplainable. Unbelievable.

I knew campus parties were wild. Of course, I did. You don’t need to go to college to understand that. So I didn’t come here tonight expecting anything less than witnessing a whole lot of drunken foolishness. Especially with it being graduation and the holidays all sloshed together into one alcohol-soaked barrel.

But none of those reasons is why I’m here.

I didn’t come here tonight for anything related to partying—I came here to look for her. That’s the task I’m supposed to be focused on.

And yet, all of that has flown straight outta my head. I’m frozen in place, hypnotized by this guy and his confidence and the kind of roguish smirk that stalled my heart inside my chest the second he laid eyes on me. As if he took one glance and claimed me as his property.

I shouldn’t like that feeling as much as I apparently do.

He pumps me a couple more times and it’s almost impossible to contain my groan when it’s evident there’s wetness there. I feel it at the same time he discovers it—precum smeared beneath his fingers. Those wicked lips of his smirk triumphantly against mine as his thumb swipes over my tip, giving me a dark noise of satisfaction. He’s successfully reduced me to a horny mess within such a frantically short space of time, and he knows it too.

I’m leaking far too eagerly beneath his hold, simply turned upside down and inside out by the fact he’s too much like my perfect sort of weakness.

“Goddamn, you’re kinda slutty, too, huh?” Mystery Guy says, purring into my mouth, then proceeds to bite my bottom lip while shoving my jeans and briefs down. Relief floods my veins and heat pools low in my groin the second my dick springs free.

“You just kissed me?” I gasp for breath—this guy has somehow stolen all the air from my lungs. He’s done a hell of a lot more than kiss me, but corralling my sensibilities to weakly protest is difficult enough as it is.

“Problem?”

“What the hell … You can’t just go around doing shit like that … Kissing people if they don’t want to be kissed.” My words stammer out, the lies that they are. Because I do, in fact, want him to keep his mouth on mine. In a way I can’t even begin to explain.

Another of those fucking smirks lights his face up. “Then why are you hard?”

“You shoved your hand in my pants …”

A self-satisfied grin takes over his expression, entirely unremorseful. “Mmmm, yeah, I did.”