by Ali D
“Bitch. How did I not know that you are ahh-mazing at field hockey?! I would’ve made you join the team when you started here. That was so much fun. Next year we are going to be unstoppable.” She laughs my way.
“Honestly, I had no idea. I’ve never played before. I just let the coach know that I may be interested in learning and she set up the lesson plan to make it happen.” I shrug.
Looking over at her I smile
“Maybe next year we could-”
“AAAHHHHHHH!!! MYYYYYYYY HAAAAAIIIIIIRRRRRR!!!” Avery is screaming at the top of her lungs so we pick up our pace and jog into the locker room to see what’s going on. SB takes one look at her and falls to the floor laughing.
“You- You- You’re bald!!! Hahahahaha.”
She barely makes out what she’s saying between trying to breathe and wiping tears from her face. Just looking at her laughing is enough to make me giggle.
“You! You evil man stealing little cunt! You did this! What, it wasn’t enough to steal my man, my grades and my spot as Queen of this school?! You had to steal my hair too!!?”
I laugh but it isn’t one of joy, it comes from a dark place, deep in my soul. I look her dead in the eye, lower my voice and say,
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I would never chemically alter your shampoo to ruin your hair after you attempted to ruin mine. I clearly don’t need to do anything of the sort, since you’re making it so easy to beat you in literally everything you’ve ever attempted to do in your entire life. Maybe you should think about the way you treat everyone here. It seems as though you have quite the enemies. Watch your back princess. You never know what one has up their sleeve.” I give her a smirk, grab my shit and my best friend, then walk out of the locker room covered in mud.
* * *
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!! Happy birthday my sweet girl! Happy birthday to you!!”
My mom is smiling ear to fucking ear holding up a fat stack of waffles with whipped cream, sprinkles and a number seventeen birthday candle sticking out the top. Behind her is my main bitch, holding a box with a really big bow on it, also smiling ear to ear. Ugh, I can’t be the one to tell them that I hate my birthday. I can do this, one day at a time. It’s just another day, no use crushing their spirits over old news.
I used to despise my birthday, mostly because I wished I hadn’t been born but also because watching kids celebrate birthdays and stuff at school sucked. Knowing that I’d never get to experience the happiness of spending the day with a loving family that buys me some great gift as a kid was heartbreaking. Now I realize, Lauren didn’t even know the real date. She just made up one for school records. There’s no way I could’ve ever expected this to happen because this whole time, I thought my birthday was the day before Christmas eve. I can get through this though. I don’t need any of that shit anymore but maybe mom does. She hasn’t gotten to spend my birthday with me since I was three years old and yet I know she still celebrated me, she just did it alone. I can give her this.
“Girl, mom and I have the whole day planned. She’s already called us out of school, and we are going on a full spa day, followed by going out to the shooting range and then movies and Indian food for dinner. I’m so excited. Get up!! Oh, and here’s your present. I know you hate being given stuff but just open it, please.” She gives me the ultimate puppy dog look and I can’t help but cave. I’ve already committed to giving them this and from the sounds of it, it will at least be an enjoyable day.
“Alright girl, hand it over.” I say as I try to hide my eyeroll.
I unwrap the giant bow and pull the top off of the box looking down to find a whole new boxing outfit, complete with new tape and boxing gloves. I am so thankful for these people. Waffles and fighting gear. They know the way to my heart for sure.
“Thank you. Both of you. I know you want to make today a big deal but I appreciate you not going overboard. This is perfect. I love it. I love you.”
* * *
“Ugh, today has been perfect. I’ve never actually had a real birthday before, and you guys made it freaking awesome. All I want to do now is go watch those movies, eat junk food and pass out, ha.”
I say, high off of my perfect record at the shooting range. Nonno showed me a few tricks and I haven’t missed a mark since. I’m hella stoked about it.
“Well, let’s go inside then! What do you want to watch first?” SB asks as we walk through the door.
“I was thinking that new-”
“SURPRISE!!!!”
What the actual fuck? Who are all of these people? I’m sure I look shocked and maybe a little angry, but I shake it off real quick, attempting not to hurt mom or SB’s feelings. It looks like they put a lot of effort into this.
“Do you like it? We wanted to give you your first real birthday party!” Mom says.
“Uhh, yep. Mhm. This is… Something. Thanks a lot mom” I do my best to smile through my awkwardness but when she laughs at me, I know I was unsuccessful.
“Look, I know you probably don’t know half of these kids and knowing you, you likely don’t like the other half but presents were mandatory and you deserve a night to let loose. Grandpas men are around if you need them but who am I kidding? Anyone willing to take you on may need them for protection more than you. All the important areas of the house are locked up, including your room. There’s alcohol here, I’m not ignorant, but be safe. I’ll be available if you need anything but it’s about time I got lost.” She laughs and winks at me before getting lost in the crowd.
“Hey, birthday girl! Come have a shot with your main bitch!”
SB grabs my shoulders and moves me toward the large refreshment and food table. She lines up our shots and thank god, fills them with Proper Twelve Irish Whiskey. It’s literally one of the only things I’ll drink. I match her shot for shot and we down three before we decide to dance.
The entire grand salon is packed with kids from school and whoever SB found to DJ is fuckin’ dope because the music is on point. Everyone seems to be having a good time grinding on each other. ‘You Should See Me in a Crown’ by Billie Eilish comes on and not a minute later I feel the kings box me in from all sides. I’m facing SB but she smirks at me as she backs up and dances into the crowd, finding some random to grind on. I get turned around and Noah is now in front of me, he slips his legs between mine and grabs my hips to move me against him. I only stiffen for a moment before deciding, fuck it, it’s my birthday. He’s a damn good dancer. I feel Cohen at my back and damn near lose my mind when he pulls my hair to the side and kisses that magic spot on my neck, just behind my ear. I let out a soft moan and hear him growl out the hottest chuckle which only turns me on even more. I cannot be stuck in this sexy man sandwich and expect to survive it. I can feel Matteo’s eyes on me, he’s watching me get hot over his best friends and I can see the hunger in his eyes. He’s fucking ravenous for me and I’m loving it. Damn that whiskey.
“I think it’s time our queen gets her birthday present guys. How about we find a more appropriate place to give it to her, yeah?”
* * *
Next thing I know I’m being rushed off the dance floor over the shoulder of Noah.
“Where are we going? I can’t miss my own birthday party. Take me back you assholes!” I yell as I spank Noah’s ass, half to tell him to put me down and half because I want to touch that tight athletic ass. Lord knows I enjoy staring at it when I have the chance.
Matteo just pushes my hair out of my face and leans in close,
“Just shut the fuck up.” He says quietly into my hair as he unlocks and leads me into-
“What the fuck? Why do you have a key to my room? How did you even know this is my room, you creeps?” I scream at them again.
“Mmm... keep yelling at us feisty girl. You know what it does to me” Noah slides me down the front of him, rubbing me up against him just right. I swear I have whiplash from how hot and cold I feel about these guys. I want to hate them. I know the
y are just trying to use me but my body can’t help but react to them sometimes. The alcohol isn’t helping me fight off my attraction to them, either. If anything, it’s having the opposite effect. I don’t have to let them in my head or my heart, but for the night maybe I can let them into my body. It’s aching for them. My cunt is literally throbbing with need as Noah whispers all the dirty things he wants to do to my body drawing light touches across any available skin he can find. I’ve never been more upset about wearing pants in my life. Oh, the irony.
“My queen.” I look towards Matteo’s voice, only to realize he’s down on his knees and. Fuck. Me. That’s quite the view.
“I called it. You look good on your knees. Are you gonna bow down and show me the proper respect?”
I give him the first genuine smile I’ve ever given him as I tease him.
He starts unlacing my boots and when he gets to my knife, he chuckles darkly.
“I’d hoped we’d end up here the moment you pulled your knife on us and took the three of us on at once. Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
He finishes pulling the boots off before moving up to unbutton my pants, placing small open mouthed kisses along the strip of skin between my shirt and my pants, all along my hip bones. I feel like all of my breath has been stolen and I can’t help the quiet moan that escapes my mouth. I’m starting to feel overstimulated with pleasure and I never want it to stop.
“Hey Q, I’m feeling a little left out. The guys have both gotten a taste of you and I’m dying for just one.” He barely places a kiss along the corner of my mouth.
“Little.”
He then places more barely there kisses the other corner of my mouth,
“Kiss. Please?” Cohen grabs my cheeks in the palm of his hands and I don’t know if it’s the way he says it so sweetly or just because the way he’s holding me feels so intimate, but for some reason I squeak out a soft,
“Ok.”
He looks at me with those soul crushing eyes, like he still needs permission or something so I softly press my lips against his and just like that, he delves his tongue into my mouth like he’ll never get to again. He takes full advantage of our moment together and almost makes me forget we aren’t alone. Almost. My clit feels swollen, and angry as it begs for friction. Like someone is reading my mind, the zipper on my pants slowly comes down and then my pants are sliding down my legs. I can feel how wet I am as it starts to drip down my leg. My lower stomach starts to seize up as I feel the tingles radiate throughout my body. I wrench my mouth away from Cohen to let out another embarrassing moan as I feel Matteo place a kiss on my clit, just outside of my panties.
“Soo, you think you don’t belong to us, huh?” Noah says as he strokes his hardening length in his now unbuttoned pants. I’m only barely able to look away from the mesmerizing scene because Matteo starts talking,
“The problem is, I think you actually believe that. But you’re wrong. You defied us in front of the entire school when we went out of our way to make it well known that no one is allowed to fuck with you. You ignore us for our entire break and come back swinging, acting like you want nothing to do with us. You’re treating us like we’ve done something wrong yet you haven’t even bothered talking to us. You accused us of doing exactly the same thing once but haven’t taken the time to realize how hypocritical you’ve been. We’re on your side. We chose you whether you want to believe it or not. We’re choosing you right now, and forever. Now we’ll show you what happens when you defy your kings.”
Matteo is clearly getting off on this power struggle but that’s not going to happen with me around. I turn to make for the door when Cohen steps in my way and locks the door.
“Hm, haven’t y’all heard? No, means no. Now let me out.” I say, letting my bitch flag fly.
“That’s the funny part though, Q. You haven’t actually said no to a single one of us tonight.” Cohen says, staring intently at me with that critical eye he’s always got on me.
“So, what? Now you just expect to share me?” I protest, even against my body’s wishes.
“That’s exactly what we expect. You belong to me.” Matteo growls, “What’s mine, is ours.” He spreads his arms to both of the boys.
“So, if I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine?” I practically growl.
After the whiskey, dancing, and foreplay I’m starting to get lightheaded with all of the testosterone in the room and it’s definitely messing with me.
“Fuck. Yes.” He growls at me again as he swoops me up off my feet and places me on the king sized bed.
Not even a full breath later and all three of the boys are smothering me. Cohen rips off my tank top leaving me in only the bra and panty set I had picked out to help me feel special on my birthday.
“I swear, If I hadn’t already fallen for you the first moment you told Avery off, I’d be falling in love with you for sure now. You are so damn fine.”
Noah states as he descends on my lace covered nipple. Teasing it so leisurely with his tongue, like he has all the time in the world. I moan at the loss of his mouth when he eventually pulls away.
“Holy shit, there’s no one like you. You’re every goddamned fantasy come to life.” Cohen breathes, taking in my mussed up hair and matching red lace bra and boy short panties.
I start feeling a little awkward that they’re all staring at me, but I refuse to cover myself. I earned this body and I’m going to own it. I will not show weakness to these royal assholes. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way and because I want it to happen.
Sitting up on my elbows, I lean towards Cohen and kiss him deeply letting him go only so he can trail open mouthed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. Noah undoes my bra with the snap of his finger and sucks my right nipple into his mouth at the same time Cohen reaches my left breast.
I notice the lights dim slightly and then feel two large hands on my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart. Matteo is slow and meticulous as he pulls the soft lace down my thighs. I feel the warmth of his breath as he works his way back up my legs placing thorough kisses and small bites along my thighs. When he finally reaches my pussy, he doesn’t hold back. It’s like he’s done teasing us both, he can’t seem to help himself. As if he wants his mouth on me as badly as I need his mouth on me. He attacks my clit like he attacked our first kiss, flicking it with his tongue before biting down gently. He draws small circles around it with one finger before trailing it down, top to bottom, then back up to push that finger inside me roughly. I know the moment he meets resistance because he stops what he’s doing to look up at me in question. I nod my head and the look he gives me in response alone could bring me to orgasm. It’s a look that says “mine”. He pulls back just a little and curls his finger upwards just before adding a second finger to play with my g-spot while simultaneously overstimulating me with his tongue back on my sensitive clit. With the other two boys working in sync to work my hardened nipples over, sucking and nibbling, I’m on sensation overload and my whole body combusts with an explosive orgasm that shatters me, mind, body and soul. By the time I come to my senses, my body is still vibrating with aftershocks, I’ve got on one of the boys’ undershirts on and I’m being tucked into bed listening to Matteo’s faint whispers.
“Your present is on your bedside table beautiful. I know you don’t think much of us still but we’ll show you. I promise, whatever bad you’re thinking we caused, we’ll fix it. It’s only you for us now. Sweet dreams my queen.”
I doze off but wake up early, only to find SB curled up next to me. Slowly sitting up, I start peeling myself out of bed. I see another vase full of several dozen black as night roses next to a big black box with a bright red bow on top and despite my mixed feelings toward the guys, I can’t help but feel a little excited at the thoughtfulness of them getting me a present. Opening the box first, I see two brand new pairs of Docs. One set, a shiny fire engine red, the other a velvety looking matte black. Instantly, I fall in love with them. They a
re absolutely the nicest boots I’ve ever owned. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something shiny and dig a little further into the box, only to find a brand new knife. It’s stunning, hand carved with a beautiful cherry wood finish and a dark steel blade. The thing that gets me though, is that they had it engraved.
however they are made, our souls are one in the same. so intertwined, are they, that we were destined to find one another and belong to each other.
It’s absolutely beautiful. Truly one of the most thoughtful gifts ever. I grab the card from the vase, finally caving and reading at least one of the cards they sent without throwing it away.
Most people don’t have any clue how beautiful the darkness is. You were born into darkness; you’ve been hiding there ever since, just like me. I can’t wait to finally have you and keep you there forever as mine. One day we’ll be united and rule it all together. Buon compleanno bella - happy birthday beautiful. See you soon. xx
