Page 44 of Love Hate

“Really?” I scanned my gaze around the room and realized she was right. “Why?”

“Because people are gross,” she answered with a shrug. “And because you’re an attractive guy. But mostly the gross thing.”

“Thanks,” I said, suddenly even more uncomfortable. I hated when people paid attention to me. For any reason. And now that I knew they were staring, it was making my skin crawl.

“Here you go,” Trevor said, coming back to us with three cups balanced in his hands.

“She’s not twenty-one,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, none of us are,” he agreed. “Which is why I got us each water in a cup so we look social but I don’t piss you off.”

“Wow,” Caitlyn said softly, accepting her cup from him. “That was considerate.”

“I have my moments.” Trevor grinned at her.

We wandered around together for a little while, my sister and I pretty much just talking to each other while Trevor seemed to know everyone. But he never let me feel left out, always trying to bring me into his conversations with people I’d never seen before in my life.

“Can I borrow you?” Trevor asked me during a lull in his social butterfly tour, turning to smile at Caitlyn. “I’ll bring him back to you in just a few minutes.”

“Don’t bother,” she said. “I’m leaving. I came, I drank water, I hung out with a priest…I’ve fulfilled my college freshman party duties. See you later.”

“Come on,” Trevor said, taking my hand and pulling me through another throng of people toward the stairs.

“I don’t think we’re allowed up here,” I told him as he dragged me to the second floor.

“It’s fine,” he assured me, tugging my hand to urge me further down the hall before opening one of the doors.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he shoved me into a bedroom and closed the door behind us.

“I want to suck your dick,” he said, turning the lock on the door. “I can’t stop fucking thinking about it. And you look so fucking sexy tonight.”

“Are you drunk right now?” I asked him, narrowing my gaze.

“No.” He stepped toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “It’s you. Christ, I can’t get you out of my head. It’s just Andy, Andy, Andy like a broken record. And I know it probably creeps you out, but you’re a really hot priest.”

My heart started hammering against my chest so hard I thought for sure he was going to feel it where we were pressed together. And I knew he could feel my erection, because his hips shifted and he rubbed his against mine.

“This is a bad idea,” I said, unable to keep my body from grinding back against him.

“This is the best idea I’ve ever had,” he insisted, sliding down my body to kneel in front of me. “You’re going to have to tell me what to do, though.”

“Why? You never listen to me anyway,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Seriously, Trevor, get up. People are going to notice you’re not downstairs.”

“I don’t give a fuck about anyone but you,” he said, his fingers unbuttoning my pants and spreading the fly open. “Father Commando,” he teased as my erection was freed in front of his face. “I probably can’t take you as deep as you took me.”

“It’s not about that,” I assured him. Fuck, I was scared that the moment his lips touched my tip I was going to come all over him. Trevor Hix on his knees in front of me was not a sight I thought I’d ever see and it was hot as hell. “You know what it’s like…it’s always good.”

He wrapped his hand around my base and I watched as he stared at my cock for almost a full minute.

“Trevor, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” he said firmly.

He lowered his face and gently swiped his tongue over my tip, collecting the precum that had gathered there before humming softly.

“Fuck,” I whispered as he moved forward again, taking my full tip into his mouth, the warmth and moisture there sending sparks through my body.

He rolled his tongue around me, sliding further down my shaft until his lips met his fist then backing off slightly and repeating the motion. Then again. And again.