Enjoy chapter 8

Ally's P.O.V.

Trish drove me to class that morning. I was feeling anxious and excited to get to art – the only class Austin and I shared. I drudged through history and the dreaded math. I was only a freshman in college so I had a lot of required classes that I hated.

Finally, after endless hours of waiting, my last class of the day was at hand. I nearly ran to art. When I entered the room, the first thing I noticed was that Mr Cook, the professor, had set up one large canvas against the right wall, pushing the closest desks far away. It was huge, taller than me and at least fifteen feet across.

Austin was already in his seat when I sat down. "Crook says we're doing a group painting today," the object of my obsession said. I was glad that I'd gotten dressed up today in an emerald green sundress. It hugged my curves but flared out at the bottom, coming to just below mid-thigh.

His eyes raked over me appreciatively. "You are absolutely stunning today, Ally," he said, leaning over to kiss me soundly on the lips. Perhaps I was too responsive, but I kissed him back passionately and a chorus of whistles came from the now arrived students. Austin broke away, grinning widely. I blushed darkly and focused on what Mr Cook was saying. The instructions were that we would each paint something on the canvas – not too large and not too small. It was very hard to concentrate while Austin moved his hand closer up my thigh towards my center.

Clamping my legs together, I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Class was interesting that day. After everyone painted their own section, we stepped back to observe the entire piece. Somehow, it all seemed to fit together – the dark colors and broad brushstrokes coupled with the bright paints and delicate lines. Austin had refused to let me see what he painted so it wasn't until everyone stopped that I seen it. It was a single rose with a golden ring around the stem. But the thing that made my eyes grow wide was that it was so life-like I swear I could have reached out and touched it. I wondered if the golden band had any significance.

"Wow, you're good," I breathed.

He chuckled and put an arm around my waist. "Not really," he said humbly. "C'mon, class is over." When we walked out of the building, we saw Dallas, Dez, Cassidy, and Trish waiting for us.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, eyeing Dallas warily.

His armbands of steel rippled as he spoke. "We're going to play a game!"

"You can count me out if it's Go Fish," I replied.

"Oh, Ally, c'mon," Trish said, taking my arm. "It'll be fun!"

They dragged Austin and me off, piling into the two cars. They wouldn't tell me where we were going but I figured it out as we pulled into the bar's parking lot. "Are we playing a drinking game?" I demanded. Alcohol and I didn't mix well.

None of them answered, instead I was pulled into the bar. I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn my standard jeans and T-shirt combo. There was a single pool table, which was already being used, and dozens of booths and tables to sit at. The bar was against the far wall.

"Okay," Dallas said once we sat in a booth. "The game is called Pop. Someone says a word, toast for example, and the other person says the first word that pops into their head, hence the name of the game."

I just looked at him. "Dallas, you actually know what the word 'hence' means."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, smiling. "Why does everyone think I'm so stupid?"

"Because you act like it," Cassidy replied, patting his shoulder in pity. "Now stop trying to sound like Austin; you're not as smart as you think you are." He looked crushed, but one kiss from Cassidy and he was a happy man again. She began to explain the game. "Okay, Ally. The object of the game is to say the first word that comes into your head whenever a person tells you a random word. You have three seconds to answer and if you don't, you have to take a penalty shot. Trish and I will show you." Cassidy turned to Trish and said "car".

Trish quickly replied, "seat belt".

"That sounds simple," I replied, knowing it was going to be harder than it sounded.

"And the turns are taken from left to right. Whoever's turn it is can ask anyone they want."

"I start!" Dallas cried. Dez went to the bar, returning with six shot glasses and a bottle filled with amber-colored liquid. Dallas grinned, focusing in on Dez. "Dez!" He thought for a moment. "Bra," Dallas said quickly.

"Lace," Dez said, smiling proudly. Trish blushed. I wasn't sure I wanted to know if Trish had a lace bra on.

The game continued innocently without anyone messing up. I smiled and watched people take their turns. Then it was Austin's turn.

He winked at me and I thought he was going to say something embarrassing. But instead, he simply stated, "Pop-tart."

"What kind of word is that?" I scoffed.

"3-2-1," Cassidy counted down. "Ally! You have to take a shot!"

"That's not fair!" I cried indignantly.

"Yes, it is, Ally. Bottoms up!" Dallas sang excitedly.

Dez poured me a shot of whatever-it-was. Taking the glass gently in my hand, I sniffed it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I drank it. The alcohol seared a trail of fire down my throat before settling comfortably in my stomach. I coughed roughly.

"Are you alright?" Austin asked me. I nodded and grinned at him. That one shot had made me less nervous. "It's your turn, Ally," he said softly.

I glanced around the table before my gaze finally rested on Austin. I grinned wickedly and I watched him smile in response, slightly surprised. I guess he never got nervous.

"So, Austin," I began. I thought for a moment. What word did I want to ask him…? Suddenly, it hit me like a freight train. "Strawberries."

Immediately, he understood. My mind flashed back to just yesterday when he had tied me to the bed. I remembered the way the fruit had slid over my sweating skin, his tongue trailing just behind it. I shook my head to clear it; I was starting to get very aroused again from mere memories.

"1-2," Cassidy counted.

"Delicious," Austin said, his eyes flashing heat. They were scorching, devouring me with only a glance. His voice sent a ripple of desire straight to my center. I crossed my legs tighter to keep from getting wet, though it was probably too late.

"You can't say that," Trish protested.

"No one said it had to be an object," Austin pointed out, now rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin of my knee. I trembled.

"My turn!" Dallas cried. "Freedom," he shot to Cassidy.

"Zoo!"

"What kind of answer is 'zoo'?"

She glared at him. "A damn good one."

"Okay, Cass, you're right. That's a fucking great answer," he backtracked quickly.

I giggled.

Before long we'd all had at least six penalty shots. I was losing badly though. I held onto Austin for some much needed support. Austin and Dez played but didn't drink since they drove.

"Ally." It was Dallas's turn. I sighed. Why did he always pick me? His words slurred slightly as he swayed in his seat.

I tried to look at him but it was difficult since he kept moving. "Yes, Dallas?"

"Sex."

"Austin," was my immediate answer.

If I'd have been sober, I would have been redder than a cherry. Everyone started laughing so hard I was sure we were going to suffocate from no oxygen. It was a full minute before my words caught up with my mind. But my answer had been honest. Austin went hand in hand with sex, at least for me.

Oh God, did I just say that?

Austin's P.O.V.

Ally pressed herself against me, more than a little buzzed by the alcohol. She tried to hold onto my shoulders but her hands kept slipping down my chest. I could already feel my dick growing hard. I shook my head to clear my mind of the inappropriate thoughts of Ally. She was making this very, very difficult.

"Ally," Dallas said, trying to focus his eyes. "Sex."

"Austin," came her sweet, innocent voice.

She wiggled into my lap, grinding her round, peachy ass into my already hard cock. I bit back a groan. Boisterous laughter erupted from her answer but it turned me on. Leaning against my chest, she began playing with my free hand, trailing her fingertips over my skin. I shivered. Suddenly she stopped, stiff.

"Oh God, did I just say that?" she said faintly.

I bent down to her ear. "I'm afraid you just did, Ally." She blushed and squirmed uncomfortably in my lap. I stifled my sounds but not so well that the sober Dez didn't hear it. He smirked at me.

"Having problems, Austin?" he asked, grinning knowingly.

"I wouldn't say anything if I were you, Dez," I snapped as Trish started unbuttoning my best friend's pants. She was more wasted than Ally. Trish giggled as Dez stilled her hands, looking as if he was a dying man given the choice of life or death. He wanted her but he couldn't take advantage of her while she was drunk.

I knew exactly how he felt. It took all my will power to keep from attacking my angel right now. But she was drunk and it would wrong of me.

It was soon my turn and I knew what I wanted to ask her. My arms, now around her waist, pulled her towards me as I spoke in her ear. "Ropes," I purred, licking the shell of her ear. She shivered and turned in my arms, now straddling me. Each leg was on either side of me, and her arms went around my neck. She bit her lip, something I found extremely sexy, and looked up at me through her eyelashes. I didn't think anyone was keeping time now so it didn't matter whether it took her longer to reply. Besides, she'd had enough alcohol.

"Tongue," she said in a sultry voice, pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I readily gave it. I was slightly surprised but couldn't bring myself to push her away. Instead, my arms tightened around her luscious body. I sucked on her tongue, running my hands down her back to her tight ass. She moaned into my mouth, causing my hard-on to get even more prominent.

I left her mouth so she could breathe, and continued licking and kissing her neck. She panted, her glorious chest heaving. Her hands clutched my hair almost painfully but I didn't seem to care.

Dallas pulled Cassidy off to a dark corner and started making out as if they were the only two people on earth. Dez went off to find some privacy with Trish except he didn't look like he was going to try some kind of European sex position with her like Dallas was doing to Cassidy.

"Austin?"

I turned to my Ally. She was beautiful as always, but the green made her even more gorgeous. My eyes traveled down her body – taking in the deep V of her dress, exposing her delicious cleavage, the silky skin of her thighs, her dress riding up to her waist. I inhaled sharply and tried to think of anything but her siren's body.

"Ally," I groaned.

She ignored me and slipped her hands down my chest to the waistband of my slacks. My muscles twitched under her small, delicate fingertips. She pressed her lips once again to my mouth.

This time, I took control. I cupped her breasts and slipped my tongue into her hot mouth. I explored the cavern of her mouth as my hands went on an expedition of her body. They slipped down the soft material of her dress and under the hem. I touched her center to find that she hadn't worn any panties.

I was suddenly so hard it was painful. But I couldn't take her – she was drunk, wasted. I bit my lip and softly pushed her away.

Her large chocolate eyes looked at me, filled with hurt. "You don't want me," she said softly.

"That's not what I meant, Ally," I quickly answered. "It's just that…you're not exactly sober right now and it would be wrong for me to take advantage of you."

She looked at me blankly. "So you think that you'll be taking advantage of me if I want to fuck the shit out of you."

Oh my…she had never talked like this before. It was always me that talked dirty to her. But now I could definitely see why she liked it so much. I groaned loudly, my hips bucking, causing her hot, naked core to press into my erection. My conscious and my desire fought with each other. I was still trying to figure out which one won when Ally spoke again.

"I wouldn't mind at all if you would take advantage of me," she cooed, leaning over, unzipping my slacks with a speed I would have thought an intoxicated person wouldn't have been capable of. Before I had time to react, her hand slipped into my pants and boxers, closing gently over my cock.

I moaned, unable to stop her. My eyes shut and I clutched the table edge tightly to keep from throwing her onto the seat and thrusting myself into her. I kept telling myself that she was drunk and we were in a crowded bar.

Her hand slowly moved over me, fingernails trailing over the sensitive skin. Shockwaves surged through me. I fought for control. If she kept this up, I wouldn't be able to think straight and then I wouldn't be able control what I did. I might take advantage of her.

"Ally…we can't…do…this," I gasped as she picked up her pace.

"Why not?"

God, that felt so good. I never wanted her to stop. But she must!

"Because I might lose control," I panted.

I opened my eyes to find her looking at me, eyebrows raised. "Don't you think that might be the point, Austin?" She slowly licked her lips and reached down with her free hand. I watched, fascinated, as she swept some of her juices from her seeping core onto her hand. Then she massaged it onto my hard, throbbing cock. I groaned. We would have to do this again when she's sober.

It was taking all my will power to keep from jumping her. I was so close, so dangerously close to throwing all this deliberation out the window and just giving her what she wanted.

"Don't you like how that feels, Austin?" she purred in my ear. "Wouldn't it be so much better if you were inside me?"

Just the thought of being inside her tight, hot, sopping wet pussy sent me over the edge into insanity. Without waiting to zip up my pants, I jumped off the seat and caught Ally in my arms. I walked as fast as I could to Dez's car. I didn't care right now if I took it, he could still drive Dallas's back.

I must have done eighty back to my place. It was a miracle that there were no cops behind me.

As I drove, Ally ran her hands down my body, eliciting moans from me. When I pulled up to the house, I took her in my arms and nearly ran to the front door. She laughed when I had trouble getting the key into the lock.

Once inside, I set her down onto her feet and locked the door behind us. She grinned seductively up at me and touched my open slacks.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" Ally asked, pressing her body against mine.

Oh God, I had such a difficult choice to make.