"Shut up, dude! So fucking loud," I warned. The room was starting to spin, and I was suddenly having trouble thinking. Not knowing what to say, I defaulted to the truth. "To answer your question, Ethan, I really don't know...but I'm sure as hell not straight." I decided that I was done with the conversation and shifted my body toward Connor so that we were facing each other once again. I lifted myself onto my toes and put my arms around his neck to hold me steady. Connor's grip on me tightened, and in a low, breathy voice, I asked, "Can we sit down somewhere?"

Without another word to my friends, Connor was leading me to a less crowded part of the house. He had a firm hold of my hand, making sure not to lose me among the sea of people, and I relished the unfamiliar sense of security. When my eyes caught sight of a lush, velvet sofa in a dimly lit corner, I knew that we had found our spot. Connor sat down, easing his weight into the plush fabric, before pulling me down to nestle by his side.

I turned into Connor's body, allowing my hand to rest on his broad chest. Without realizing it, I began to rub gently in slow, circular motions when I felt fingers lifting my chin to meet his darkening gaze. After a brief, comfortable silence, I leaned in close to his ear and purred, "I'm really glad you could make it."

"So am I. You're quite the drunk, did you know that?" Connor chuckled lowly before the expression on his face turned serious. "It's really over between you and Addie, right?"

"Completely over. I'm a free man, Mr. Wells," I boasted, running my finger lightly along his sternum. "What are you going to do about it?"

"If you'll allow it, I'd like to make you mine," Connor whispered firmly. Despite my inebriated condition, I could still appreciate the weight of his words. Instead of being nervous or afraid, I was simply thrilled at the notion of us becoming more than some vague, abstract concept. "You won't regret it, Bo. I really fucking like you."

Without saying anything, I shifted forward a bit before swinging one of my legs over Connor's waist. I sat up slowly to avoid getting dizzy, and as I straddled his hips, I could feel the thick member situated under my ass begin to stiffen. In that moment, as far as I was concerned, we were alone--in our own solitary little bubble. Connor's breath hitched as his steel blue eyes lustfully drifted up my body, and I could feel the heat emanating from his skin. I slid my hand to his face and rubbed my thumb along the sharp line of his jaw, electricity sparking beneath my touch. I began to kiss the trail where my fingers had just been, nibbling occasionally, when I heard Connor's breath start to pick up.

"What are you doing to me, Bo?" Connor panted as he writhed underneath me. A small yelp escaped my lips as I was suddenly hoisted up, large hands tucked securely under my thighs. There was an inconspicuous staircase just outside of the room we were in, and before I could say a word, Connor was moving toward it. He bounded up the narrow steps, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, until we reached the dark hallway at the top. As Connor knocked on doors, checking to see if the rooms in this part of the house were vacant, I kept myself busy by slowly licking from the skin just under his ear all the way down to his collarbone. Mmm...fuck, he tastes good. The knocks became more desperate until we finally found an empty room, and I giggled in satisfaction at the realization that we were about to have some privacy.

Connor locked the door behind us and carried me to the king sized bed in the center of the room. He laid me down gently before climbing on top of me, positioning his elbows on either side of my head. I was definitely drunk, but there was no doubt in my mind that what was happening between us was right. I needed Connor in that moment, and I wanted nothing more than to feel--just feel--and lose myself in his embrace. "I want you, Connor," I whined, lifting and rolling my hips to create friction between us. "You said you'd make me feel good, remember?"

"Holy shit, how are you this fucking sexy?" Connor lowered his head and kissed me hard, sliding his tongue along mine before sucking roughly on my bottom lip. I moaned softly into his mouth as I moved my hands down to the hem of his sweater, tugging so that he would understand what I was trying to do. Connor brushed my lips with his tongue before breaking off the kiss and pulling off his shirt to expose the firm, bare skin underneath. My fingers moved on their own, stroking his pecs before making their way gently down his torso. I was so intently focused on the man in front of me and how he was making me feel that I didn't even notice that Connor had unbuttoned my barely there shirt as well. He lifted me up briefly to pull the fabric out from under my back before laying me down again, kissing and licking up and down my lean chest and stomach.

Unable to hold back, I gripped Connor's shoulders tightly and flipped us so that I was positioned on top once again. I sat up tall and looked down at the other man through my lashes before I began to move backward, eventually settling between his legs. Placing my hands on Connor's thighs, I wantonly grazed the bulge in the front of his jeans with my flushed cheek, eliciting a salacious growl. I stilled for a moment before tilting my head up to look seductively at the man beneath me. When our eyes met, Connor's head was slightly raised and he was glaring at me with desire, his breathing erratic. My inhibitions temporarily lowered, I was able to work up the nerve to ask, "Can I blow you?"

Connor's lidded eyes flew open in disbelief. He swallowed hard before breathing out in a raspy voice, "Are you sure, Bo? I don't want you to push yourself."

"I want to," I promised. I had never sucked a man off before, but I wanted this intimacy with Connor more than anything at that moment. Without hesitation, I unbuttoned his jeans before pulling them all the way off, tossing them onto the floor. I slipped my hand underneath the waistband of skin-tight boxer briefs, tugging gently until Connor's cock was suddenly released, slapping against his lower stomach.

Mouth agape, my wide eyes fixated on the sight before me, stunned by the size of Connor's manhood. Holy fucking shit, how is this going to work? I peeked up through my lashes one more time, relishing the hungry look on Connor's face. Beads of gleaming precum began to leak from the tiny slit as I reached down, wrapping my hand around him tightly before flicking my tongue across the glistening tip. Without warning, I took Connor into my mouth, opening my throat to allow his entire length as he released a loud, guttural moan. When I finally began to move, thick fingers gripped my hair tightly, assisting my efforts as I bobbed my head rhythmically, up and down. I worked my hand at the base of his shaft while I sucked, steadily increasing my pace. My free hand was pressed against Connor's abdomen, and when I felt the muscles there start to tense, I knew he was close.

"I-I'm going to c-come, B-Bo," Connor stuttered out, but I refused to let go. As Connor's breath hitched, I began to suck faster, harder, jerking him relentlessly. I felt the pull of my hair grow stronger as Connor began to thrust into me, slamming into the back of my throat. My dick was throbbing, so I clumsily unbuttoned my pants and moved my free hand to my own member, stroking desperately. I continued to pleasure us both until Connor violently twitched and I felt a thick warmth coating the inside of my mouth. As I swallowed the massive load, I jerked until electricity shot through me and I felt my own euphoric release. I wiped my mouth and pulled away slowly before crawling up Connor's body so that our faces were once again inches apart.

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby," Connor heaved, a satisfied smile settling across his handsome features. His glasses were sitting crooked on his perfectly straight nose. "You did so well. So fucking well, Bo. That was incredible."

I lowered myself onto Connor, relaxing completely, when I felt my eyelids start to become heavy. I can't believe I just did that, I thought, proud of my erotic achievement. Feeling overwhelmingly pleased with myself, I glanced at Connor one more time. He tilted his head down to kiss me, no doubt tasting himself, before I drifted off contentedly into sleep.