Page 16 of Shattered Saint
The dimly lit basement was about what I expected when I thought of a place to host a college party. The first thing I was hit with was the air, which was filled with sweat and alcohol. I attributed it to all the dancing and drinking that was occurring down here. Outside of college students everywhere, my eyes landed on the old, mismatched couch and chairs that served only to provide a place to sit versus making an interior design statement. The last time this place had been cleaned out was debatable I decided as I stepped over a couple of red plastic cups.
Due to the volume of the music, it was hard to hear. I had no problem being able to find the DJ that was creating the mood for the party. I moved through the crowd, with Easton making sure that we didn’t lose each other. I could feel his touch once more on my lower back, the heat from it causing a jolt of electricity that headed straight to my pussy. I tried to focus on scanning the room and not how close he was to me, when I saw a long folding table with red cups arranged in a triangle on two of its sides. Beer pong would be an interesting game to play.
Easton leaned down and whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling me and causing the hairs on my arm to stand at attention. "Want to play?"
A sly smile appeared on my face as I turned my head slightly so I could look him in the eye before I nodded. This could be interesting.
With Easton's hand on my lower back, he guided me into the room with the beer pong table. I waited for the people that were currently playing to finish up and leave before I walked over to one end of the table. Easton closed the door most of the way, giving us some privacy and a slightly cozier atmosphere, but maybe it was all in my head. I wanted to ask why he'd done so, but I didn't want to draw attention to it and have him undo what he'd just done.
"Do you know how to play?" he asked as he put both hands firmly on the table.
"Isn't the goal to make sure the ping-pong balls get into the cups?"
"Yes, and let's take a sip of our own drinks if the other gets the ball into a cup because who knows what the hell is in there."
I chuckled even though that was what I was already planning to do. Easton went on to explain a few more rules about how he usually played, which I agreed to, and then it was time for the game to begin.
"Ladies first."
"Remember, this is my first time playing," I said just before I imitated what I thought was the right way to make a shot and let the ball go. I missed the cups in front of Easton by a mile.
Was I slightly embarrassed? Yes, but at least Easton had the common decency not to laugh at my misfortune. When Easton fixed his positioning and lined up his shot, the ball went into one of the cups with ease. I took note of his stance when he lined the shot up the second time and once again, he got the ping-pong ball into one of my cups.
I mumbled under my breath as I shook my head. This might end up being a blowout. I was glad we hadn’t bet anything on this game because there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to win the whole game without me being able to score a point.
Thankfully, his next shot missed so it was my turn to throw the ball.
I tried to mimic the way he maneuvered his body this time, and while I'd gotten closer to the goal, I still missed.
"Damn it," I mumbled just before taking a sip of my beer.
"It's okay, Bianca. It's just a game."He didn't say it mockingly or else I might have snapped at him.
"I know but tell that to my competition."
"Trust me when I say I understand that completely."
I knew he did. Since both he and my brother played for the Brentson Bears now, I figured it was embroidered on their DNA at this point.
Easton made a couple of shots in a row once again, and before I could take my turn, his words stopped me.
"Do you want me to help you?"
I debated with myself, well, more so had an argumentwith my pride before I nodded my head. Easton walked around the table and I held my breath as he stopped behind me.
He stood behind me, molding my body into a position that he thought would be the most beneficial for me to toss the little white ball from. His hands followed the curves of my waist to my hips, lingering for several seconds too long. His touch, although light, set my body ablaze. It was then I was finally able to admit to myself I wanted more, I needed more.
He used his hand to gather my hair so that it was resting over one shoulder instead of down my back, exposing my neck to him.
"Toss the ball."
I could barely hear him over the pounding of my heart in my ears. I closed my eyes for a moment and took in a deep inhale. When I felt slightly calmer, I opened them once more and let the ball fall from my hands.
It landed in one of Easton's cups.
"There you go, princess."
This time it didn't seem as if he was being condescending with the nickname. His praise sounded sincere, and I could feel a moan threatening to slip past my lips.
