Chet and Suki get to know each other better

Meanwhile, upstairs, the bedroom was dim from the only lighting coming off a neon sign on one wall. It had the red outline of a woman’s profile leaning back on her hands, knees cocked, and her long hair spilling behind her. The classic pose you might see on a semitrucks mudflaps. Below it in blue letters was OTG. Bass thudded through the floorboards, but up here, the noise was a bit more muffled.

Suki pressed against Chet’s chest, and he let her back him against the door. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging at the lapels of his blazer as she stepped closer. Chet grinned, letting her take charge for a moment. Reaching forward, his own hands found the slender curve of her waist, sliding down the smooth, stretchy fabric of her dress.

He watched her as she studied his body through heavy-lidded eyes, pausing to drag a single finger down the center of his pastel t-shirt, until the hit the waistline of his pants. Her nails grazed them until she hooked a finger of each hand into an empty belt loop. Chet hummed, his approval vibrating in his chest.

Suki smiled, her lips brushing his jaw as she leaned up, barely tall enough to reach him when he leaned forward. “You show up at all college parties dressed like you just stepped out of an 80s club? This fit usually work for picking up girls?”

Chet gave an appreciative grin. “Guess I’ll have to let you be the judge of that,” he murmured, meeting her eyes. “But so far, I’d say it’s working. And you look like a girl who knows what she likes.”

Suki’s laughter came out almost like a purr. “I do. But I’ve always loved the 80s, so I may not be the best judge of what most people like.” She pressed her hips to his, the slick fabric of her dress moving against the fine texture of his trousers. She could already feel the bulge in his pants teasing at what lay beneath. Glancing down, then back up at him, she bit her lower lip with a teasing smile. “You got a sock stuffed in there? ‘Cause damn…”

Chet gave her his lopsided, self-assured grin. “I’d hate to ruin the surprise,” he murmured, with a tone that could’ve been either arrogant or confident. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

Suki’s fingers slid between their bodies, running her palms over the front of his pants, exploring the impressive bulge. It was thick even now, resting heavy but not yet hard. Her touch was tentative and curious as she mapped the size of him through the fabric.

“And here I was feeling concerned that all this muscle was to make up for lacking here,” she stated as she fully cupped him.

He let her tease, keeping his hands firmly on her hips. He leaned in, finding her ear with his lips as he whispered, “Honey, you keep that up and you’re going to see just how big it gets.”

Suki smirked, shifting her weight so she could rub up against him with almost experimental movements, letting the anticipation build. “That’s the idea,” she said, accepting the challenge. “I like surprises.”

Chet traced a line up her spine, letting his knuckles skim along the bare skin between her shoulder blades, where the dress ended. He leaned down further and pressed a kiss to her neck, taking his time to make her pulse jump. As she stroked him, he began to swell in her hand, and while the change was gradual, it was unmistakable.

Her eyes widened a fraction, her smile growing wicked. “Definitely not a sock, then.”

He chuckled, letting his hips press forward, letting her feel him grow in thickness and length. She could even feel the heat radiating through the thin layers of cloth. “I’ve personally never seen a sock move on its own.”

Suki’s hand squeezed him, wrapping her fingers around the thickening shaft. “Nope,” she whispered, biting back a moan. “Definitely the real thing.”

Chet slid one hand up, cupping her cheek to bring her eyes up to his. “So,” he started quietly, “now that you know it’s real, what exactly do you plan to do with it?”

He kissed her, using his mouth to taste the matte lipstick she was wearing. Suki melted into him, her hand never leaving his cock as it grew harder beneath it. Her own body pressed closer, hungry for more.

Using the hand that lingered to cup his length through the fabric, she pressed her thumb just along the thick ridge she found there. The more she touched it, the more obvious it became that he was responding, growing larger as the outline strained against his pleated pants. She watched his face as she squeezed, searching for any crack in his composure.

Chet met her gaze, and only the corners of his mouth hinted at a smile. He let her take her time as he traced his own thumb in small circles along her lower back. Suki slid her hand higher to the button at his waistband. She didn’t ask for permission, just unfastened it with clear intent. Her nails caught the zipper and drew it down; the sound lost in the thuds of the distant bass.

She slipped her fingers inside, found the fly in the cotton of his boxers, and closed her hand around the thick shaft beneath. She tightened her grip instinctively, resulting in her eyes going wide as she drew him out. Her palm was unable to encompass the full girth, and the length was increasing even more at her touch. He felt impossibly solid in her hand, larger than she’d expected, and more than she’d ever held before.

Suki’s breath caught as her mouth fell open in a half gasp. She glanced down, then back up at Chet, something like awe mingling with a flicker of nervous excitement in her eyes. “Jesus… This thing’s thicker than my wrist,” she murmured, barely above a whisper. “How is this supposed to fit?”

Chet’s hand pressed more firmly at her lower back, holding her. “Don’t worry,” he answered, full of confidence. “You’ll love every second. I promise.”

He pressed a kiss just beneath her jaw, while his large hands slid lower, gripping the backs of her thighs, guiding her closer until she could feel every inch of him pressed between them. She squeezed him again, unable to resist, feeling her petite frame nearly dwarfed by his.

Suki let herself enjoy the feel and shape of him, running her hand along the length and tracing her thumb over the silky skin covering the ridge and head. Every gentle squeeze coaxed another pulse of blood, and another inch, until he was fully hard and thick with veins standing out. She could feel the heat radiating from his shaft.

Leaning her torso back, she glanced down, then up again, unable to help the nervous laugh that escaped her. “I think you might actually break me.”

Chet caught her chin, tilting her face so their eyes met, his gaze burning with warmth and certainty. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You just let me know what feels good.”

She nodded as her nerves began to melt into anticipation, and her hand started stroking him with more confidence. He groaned softly when his lips captured hers, letting his hands roam her curves.

Suddenly, his grip changed, becoming firmer and possessive. In one smooth motion, Chet scooped her up by the back of legs as if she weighed nothing, turning and pressing her back to the door for a beat. Suki gasped, instinctively trying to wrap her legs around his waist, and digging her fingers into his arms.

He kissed her hard, then pulled away with a wicked grin and, with almost showy strength, tossed her onto the bed behind him. She landed with a squealing laugh, while her dress rode up her thighs. Her hair tumbled wildly over her shoulders as she propped herself up on her elbows.

Chet paused for a moment, drinking her in, then began to undress. The white blazer slipped from his massive shoulders, landing in a careless heap. Next came his shoes, then the pastel t-shirt peeled away, revealing a chest and arms so sculpted they belonged on a 1980s action poster.

Suki’s eyes went wide as he flexed, making his biceps swell. She couldn’t help a delighted, disbelieving laugh escaping her lips. “Your arm has literally got to be as big as my thigh.”

Chet grinned, flexing a little harder, putting on a show. “And I don’t even work out,” he deadpanned, then tossed her a wink. “But you can touch if you want.”

She reached out, hands sliding up his forearm, fingers barely able to close around the hard muscle. “God, you’re like a statue. I feel tiny.”

His muscles stood out as he finished stripping off his slacks and boxers, leaving him gloriously naked, fully erect, and every inch of him just as impressive as she’d found with her hands. He moved onto the bed, forcing the mattress to sag beneath his weight.

Chet lowered himself over her, pinning her gently while bracing himself so only a fraction of his weight pressed down on her. “Wouldn’t be as much fun if I didn’t, would it?” he murmured, finding her throat with his mouth. When he did, he ran one of his hands up her bare thigh, lifting her dress the rest of the way to her hip.

Suki arched up to meet him, feeling breathless and completely lost to the feel of his size, his power, and the confidence that radiated from everything he did.

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