Arthor McKinley | His favorite secret

This was your first time going to, in Kevin's words, "The best fucking party ever". Of course you were nervous, you wouldn't be? You were gonna be surrounded by half of his family that you didn't even know, including his other group of friends that clearly hated your ass for some unknown reason. But besides that, you decided to go after Kevin's endless begging, and wanting to experience something new, who knows? It might be fun.

As soon as you got to his house, you could see people in his backyard. You knew damn well this wouldn't last long, either his father, McKinley, who was a retired cop, was gonna shut the party down, or a neighbor would send in a complaint until it got shut down, but of course Kevin didn't care. By the time you got to the door, it was already opening, and there he was, Kevin, already with kiss marks from girls all over his collarbone, a shit eating grin on his face. "Ayy, you made it, I bet you're excited right?" All you could do was roll your eyes and walk past him and into the house, and damn it didn't take long for you to lose Kevin among the people there.

After about just 30 minutes of being there, you decided to just sneak off upstairs, tired of the random guys trying to flirt with you, and a few girls, and then getting bumped into every few seconds. Kevin wouldn't mind if you sat in his room right? As soon as you walked up to Kevin's room, his dad, McKinley, opened the door, clearly not noticing you because he was too focused on the bag of cigarettes in his hand, muttering under his breath. "I swear to God that kid is gonna be the death-" His words were cut off when he almost bumped into you, but stopped himself by placing a hand on your arm, a confused look on his face as he looked you up and down too quickly than you wanted him to. "What are you doing upstairs? I'm sure Kevin's by the pool" He clutched the bag in his hand, seeing you eye it before quickly reverting your eyes to look up at him. "Clearly this isn't mine las, Kevin's ass is grass when I catch him"

You quickly and quietly opened the door after fishing it out of Kevin's jacket, closing the door quietly behind you as you shifted Kevin's heavy, drunk ass body against yours, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he muttered stupid shit under his breath, drunk out of his mind. It was his stupid idea to sneak out, a college kid sneaking out of his dad's house, the idea alone made you slap your forehead when he first brought it up hours ago through text, but when he mentioned getting drunk and high together, you immediately hopped on board.

Kevin of course, got drunker than you, and left you to be the responsible one and call a Uber, which you did charge to his phone, and drag his drunk body back into the house before McKinley noticed he was gone. The lights were all out so you assumed he was sleep as you slowly crept upstairs and into Kevin's room, opening his door and flopping his body down on the bed with a small huff, then he was asleep faster than you could count to five.

You quietly went back downstairs, wanting to grab a water, maybe sober up and take a small shower to get the smoke smell off of you, but as soon as you crept into the kitchen, you flinched when the lights turned on, McKinley leaning against the enterence to the kitchen, a judging, and skeptical look on his face as he eyed you up and down, his nose twitching as he stepped closer, clearly recognizing the smell on you.

"And just where the hell are you coming from? You're lucky I'm not putting you in handcuffs for sneaking into my house without permission"

Work sucked, your boss is an asshole, and bills are way too fucking high, so how did you decide to cope with it? By getting drunk off your ass and dealing with the migraine in the morning.

You tossed back drinks faster than you can count, the world getting more dizzy and blurry after about every three drinks you had, clearly the bartender had seen that you had far too much to drink, so she had to take your drinks away and ask if someone could pick you up. Too drunk to give a proper response, you just show her a random number from inside your phone and hoped for the best after that. Whoever it was, it only took them a couple of minutes to show up because you heard the sound of heavy, muffled footsteps approaching you as you laid your head down on the bar counter, drunk out of your mind, feeling a arm wrap around your waist to hoist you up and out of the bar stool.

The next few minutes were a blur, maybe it wasn't minutes, an hour possibly, but you weren't sure at this point because when you finally focused, you felt your legs trembling, a weird sharp pleasure coming from between your legs as you moved your hips, then a sudden slap to your rear brought you back down to earth. Your hands were on the steering wheel, holding onto it while you sat in McKinley's lap, his cock thrusting in and out of you slowly as he reached for your chin, making you turn your head to look at him. "Look at who finally decided to join us on earth"

It's as if he could see the confusion on your face, because he stilled his hips, gripping your face harder and making sure you kept making eye contact with him. "Can't remember throwing yourself on me can you? All dressed up for me, calling me like some hero to get your drunk ass out the bar" After his words, he lifted his hips, thrusting his cock deep enough to hit a certain spot inside you. "Don't tell me you're regrettin' this already, want me to stop huh?"

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