by Nikki Ashton
“Harder,” I panted.
As the music got louder, Adam’s pumps became harsher and faster keeping in time with the beat vibrating all around us. His hips punched in and out, and with each thrust I felt myself get closer to screaming out from the pleasure. The build was quick and intense and when Adam pulled the top of my dress to one side and yanked down my bra to take my nipple into his mouth again, I felt the waves of my orgasm start from my core and swell through my body like ripples in a pond. My clit throbbed in time with Adam’s thrusts and the beat of the music until nothing else existed around us. I didn’t care if people were watching or could hear my cries of his name; all I cared about was the hedonism of the moment and how it was making me come long and hard.
As I clenched my legs around Adam’s waist, I felt his body go rigid and with one last, firm pump he groaned out against my skin.
“Oh, my fucking God,” he cried, his fingers digging into my bum, clutching at it as if it was his lifeline.
The waves continued washing over me, making my skin tingle as I dropped my head to Adam’s shoulder and breathed heavily. Soft lips kissed my neck and up to my jaw as the music changed and Launa’s ‘Thinkin’’ started. As soon as the tune began to infiltrate my brain, I felt the heaviness of regret pushing down on me. I shouldn’t have done that. He wasn’t my boyfriend anymore, there was too much that needed to be resolved between us and having him again would only make it harder for me to move on.
Adam nibbled on my earlobe, and when I stiffened in his arms, he immediately pulled his head back to look at me. “Sarah?” His eyes were questioning, and his arms loosened around me and allowed my feet to drop to the floor.
“We shouldn’t have,” I whispered. my breath trembling. “We’re not even together.”
Adam’s face hardened. “Are you with him?” he demanded. “Is he your new fucking boyfriend?”
“No, I told you, we’re just friends. As if I’d do that with you if he was.”
“So why are you pulling away from me? Don’t do that.” His voice was desolate, almost pleading.
“Because this is wrong. We’re not together, and I can’t be with you if he’s around. If he’s in your life. But I would never tell you that he shouldn’t be. I don’t think he should, but I won’t be the person to make you choose.”
“But you fucking are,” he yelled and pulled away from me, tucking himself back into his trousers and fastening them up. “You won’t be with me because he’s here, so if that isn’t making me choose then what the fuck is?”
I watched him carefully, as I readjusted my knickers and smoothed down my dress, not daring to reply. I had to stay silent and make it easier for both of us to go our separate ways. I needed to keep my thoughts to myself to avoid saying something I might regret. Finally, Adam looked up at me, his eyes narrowed and watchful.
“Just go back to him but remember I’m the one who he’ll smell on you when he goes down on you later. It’ll be my cum that’s dried around your pussy and legs when he decides he wants to fuck you. It’ll be me you’ll be thinking of when he pushes inside of you.”
I couldn’t stop my hand as it reached up and slapped his face, the noise echoing around us in the dark corner we were ensconced in.
“You’re a bastard,” I hissed. “I have no idea why I…”
With a gasp I stopped myself from saying anything else, because I’d been about to say something that I knew I’d regret. Something that Adam would never let go.
“Oh, just go,” he snarled turning away from me. “Go back to your little boyfriend.”
With my stomach turning over, and Adam’s cum on the inside of my thighs, I did just that. I stumbled to the ladies’ bathroom and drunkenly cried because the boy I loved had no idea. He didn’t know that all I wanted to do was go after him and ask him to forgive me and beg him to protect me from the man he called Dad.
21
Adam
When I walked back into the bar, the first sight to meet me was fucking Mackenna. She was talking to Kirk, who looked bored as shit that she was there. When I registered what she was wearing, I sucked in a breath. She could have been Sarah, with a cheap imitation of Dr Marten boots, a pair of baggy jeans and a crop top that just about covered her tits. The top was all Mackenna though, because there was no way Sarah would wear anything like that.
Thoughts of her, and what we’d just done, made my lungs expand painfully. If I closed my eyes I knew I’d be able to summon up that feeling of being inside her. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Nothing reached the high that Sarah gave me when her pussy tightened around my dick and she gripped my hair to the point of pain.
“Adam,” Mackenna called as she spotted me and dragged me from some amazing thoughts. “Kirk said you’d gone.”
“I thought you had,” Kirk muttered looking at her sideways. “You’ve been ages.”
“Yeah well I needed a long piss. What do you want, Mackenna?” I pushed past her, elbowing my way into a space by the shelf where my bottle of beer still stood.
“I came over to see you. Charlie, Libby and Caitlin are over there. I thought maybe you’d all like to sit with us.”
Ignoring her I turned to Kirk. “Where’s Tyler and Ellis?”
He nodded towards the bar. As I looked over, I saw the pretty boy that Sarah was with. He was scrolling through his phone, sending quick glances to the back of the bar where the toilets were. I sniggered to myself, wondering whether I should just go over there and tell him I’d just shagged his girlfriend against the wall, and it had been one of the best fucks of my life.
“What’s so funny?” Kirk asked.
“Nothing.” I turned back to Mackenna. “Listen, I told you I don’t want you around me, so I’m asking you nicely, please just fuck off.”
Her face dropped for a split second but was soon eased back into the sickly-sweet smile that she thought was sexy.
“Don’t be like that.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “Mackenna, just because you’ve started to dress like her and,” I flicked at the long tresses of her hair, “you’ve dyed your hair the same colour, it doesn’t mean I’ll forget about her and attach myself to you instead. You are not and never will be anything like her, so once again, I repeat, fuck off.”
Mackenna’s nostrils flared as she curled her hands into fists at her side. I was pretty sure she was about to plant one on me, but something over my shoulder caught her eye. Her concentration moved away from me and her back straightened.
I didn’t need to look to know it was Sarah. Mackenna’s reaction told me, but I could sense she was there anyway. Any time she entered a room, I could practically taste her. We were linked more than I would have ever thought possible.
Not moving my gaze, I waited until Sarah appeared in my eyeline and watched as she swayed towards the little dick waiting for her. When she got to the table, he pulled out a stool for her and then leaned in to say something close to her ear. The music wasn’t so loud that he needed to, so in my eyes he’d been promoted from dick to cunt.
“You see that?” Kirk asked.
“Yeah.”
I kept my eyes on them and inhaled sharply when Sarah almost fell off the stool. She quickly righted herself but the lad, who was walking a close line to getting a pasting, grabbed her hand and held on tight. He said something else and when Sarah nodded, he moved away to the bar.
“Adam,” Mackenna whined. “She’s obviously moved on.”
“Mackenna,” Kirk growled. “Do yourself a favour and go back to your friends, because I won’t be responsible for what he does to you at school on Monday if you don’t.”
I had no idea what she or Kirk did because my gaze was still on Sarah, whose head was now lolling like her neck was boneless. When she put out her hand to rest it on the table and missed, I knew I’d seen enough. She hadn’t seemed that drunk when I’d had her against the wall, but then the adrenalin had taken over, and now that buzz had died down that of the alcohol
was taking over – I knew because I felt the same way.
Marching towards her, I heard Kirk mutter an ‘oh fuck’ close behind me but ignored his worries and continued to Sarah.
“You need to go home,” I breathed against her ear, placing one hand under her armpit and the other over the top of her hand.
She shook her head. “No. You can’t tell me what to do.”
She sounded like a petulant kid, just like Lori when she was told to do something she didn’t want to do.
“Sarah, I’m telling you, as a friend, you’ve had enough.”
“We’re not even friends anymore.” Her voice broke and I was sure I saw tears pooling against her lashes. She quickly turned away and sniffed loudly.
“I’m going to call a taxi and I’m going to take you home.”
As I reached for my phone, her little boyfriend appeared with a pint of water.
“Too fucking little too late.” I scowled at him and pointedly looked at the glass.
“What’s going on? Sarah, do you know these two?” He placed the water in front of her and then moved to her side, stooping down to look into her eyes which were lowered to the floor. “I need you to drink some water.”
“No,” she slurred. “I need Alannah to come. I need to go home.”
“If you go home like that your mum will bollock you,” I said moving in on her other side. “Drink the water that he should have given you earlier and I’ll call a taxi. You can come back to my house for a while.”
Her head shot up and her eyes went wide. “No, I’m not coming to your house.”
“What the fuck did you give her?” I demanded, now feeling totally sober.
“She’s had four drinks, that’s all, but what the fuck does it have to do with you?”
Kirk stepped forward and placed a hand on the lad’s shoulder. “Listen mate, I wouldn’t if I was you. Adam is her boyfriend and he’s likely to fucking punch you if you carry on.”
“Boyfriend?” he asked at the same time that Sarah slurred, ‘No he isn’t’.
“Temporary ex-boyfriend,” I replied hitting a number on my phone. “But all you need to know is that she’s leaving.”
Lifting the phone to my ear, I watched him carefully as he whispered something to Sarah who shrugged and then dropped her head to the table.
“What’s going on?” Tyler came up beside me and handed me one of two bottles of beer.
Ellis did the same to Kirk and grinned. “Shit, she’s really fucked.”
“Yeah thanks to that dickhead,” I ground out through gritted teeth as I stared at Sarah’s ‘friend’.
“I told you, she’s had four drinks that’s all.” He tried to push towards me, but Kirk’s big hand on his chest stopped him.
“And if you’d been any sort of a friend,” I hissed, emphasising the word friend. “You’d have discovered she’s barely eaten today and isn’t capable of holding two drinks never mind four.”
He puffed out a breath and turned to Sarah. “Why didn’t you say? I would never have suggested the brandy if I’d known.”
“You gave her fucking brandy?” My temper was near boiling point but luckily for him the phone was finally answered. “Where are you... can you get to The Brass Monkey as soon as you can…? Yeah, she does… thanks.”
“Who was that?” Ellis asked before taking a sip of his beer.
“Alannah,” I replied, my eyes firmly on the dick with his arm around Sarah’s slumped shoulders. “She’s coming to get Sarah.”
“I can take her,” the dick said, eyeing me over the top of her head. “I’ll organise a taxi.”
“And take her where, because I promise you if you think I’m fucking mad, wait until her mum finds out you let her get this pissed.”
His face paled as he slowly pulled his arm away from Sarah – fucking chicken piece of shit.
“You can go,” Tyler said. “If you want to.”
To give him his due, the lad shook his head. “No, I’ll wait until her friend gets here.”
The silence that followed was pretty uncomfortable as we all drank in silence while he kept asking Sarah if she was okay, only to get one-word answers. I kept my eyes on her and intermittently made her drink from the pint of water. The fact that she wouldn’t look at me felt like a blade to my guts, but that was something I’d deal with when she was sober. Finally, Alannah appeared, wearing what could possibly have been her pyjamas, her damp hair in a ponytail and her glasses perched on the end of her nose as she surveyed the bar looking for us. When she spotted us and then Sarah, her glare swung to the lad who I still had no name for.
“What the hell happened?” Alannah demanded.
“She only had—”
“She’s not eaten anything all day and had four drinks,” I explained as I encouraged Sarah to take another sip of water. “Can she stay at yours, if her mum sees her like this, she’ll go ballistic.”
“Of course, but what do I say to her mum?”
I leaned closer to Sarah and stroked a hand down her hair. “Sarah, babe, give me your phone.”
“Not your babe,” she muttered, but reached into the pocket of her leather jacket took out her phone and handed it to me.
Like the prick I was, I couldn’t help but smirk at the dick head, even laughing when I typed out her passcode to get into the phone and his mouth gaped open.
“He was her boyfriend,” Kirk said with a shrug.
Noticing a string of messages already sent between Mrs Danes and Sarah, I quickly typed out a text, feeling pretty amused with myself as I did.
Sarah: Hi Mum, date was a disaster, so Alannah came to pick me up. We’ve gone back to hers to do our nails and watch…
I paused wondering what film they’d watch and then grinned.
…and watch Fifty Shades. I’m going to stay over, will be home in the morning.
After a few seconds a text came back which also made me smile, but for different reasons. It made me smile for Sarah.
Mum:Okay sweetheart. Enjoy your night and sorry it was bad, but I thought you said it wasn’t a date!! Oh and 50 Shades…really? Lol. Love you loads and glad you have a good friend like Alannah. Sleep tight xx
As I slipped the phone back into Sarah’s pocket, I realised I was also glad that she had a friend like Alannah, which made me feel even more of a shit for the things I’d done to her. Clearing my throat, I looked up at her and smiled.
“Thanks for this, Alannah.”
“No problem, but I can’t believe she only had four drinks,” she sighed as she took Sarah’s hand in hers and rubbed it gently. “Sarah, you okay to come back to mine?”
Sarah lifted her head and nodded. “Please. My mum will kill me.”
I sighed in relief, glad that I done the right thing and happy that she was lucid enough to know exactly what had happened and that she was going to Alannah’s. It was selfish of me, but I wanted her to remember how I’d felt inside of her in that dark corner of the hallway. To remember how fucking good we’d been together and the high we’d given each other that I was sure no damn drug would equal.
“Tyler can you help me,” Alannah said. “My car is right outside.”
I stepped forward but Ellis put a hand on my arm. “Just leave it for now.”
Sighing, I knew he was right. Not that it made it any easier to watch Tyler with his arm around Sarah and helping her out of the bar. It made my skin crawl and set my teeth on edge, so to ease the discomfort, I snatched up my bottle and took a long swig.
The dick who’d been with Sarah started to follow them out, but I quickly reached for him and grabbed his arm.
“You’re not going anywhere dick head. We’re going to have a little chat.”
When my bedroom door swung open, banging against the wall, I almost let out a string of expletives, but caught myself when I heard my little sister’s sweet voice.
“Adam get up quick,” she cried as she came alongside my bed. “Someone’s here to see you.”
“Go away, M
unchkin,” I groaned pulling the duvet over my head. “Tell them I’m too ill to get up.”
“You mean you’ve been drinking dirty beer. Daddy had to throw three bottles in the bin this morning. Mummy told him you’d had a party and just you were there.”
I peeked out from under the covers and looked at her with one eye closed to find her frowning.
“She said it was a pity party, whatever that is.” Lori curled her lip and shrugged.
“It’s what you have when you’ve been a twat,” I grumbled under my breath. “Who’s here anyway?”
“Oh Sarah,” she said casually before smacking my stomach over the duvet. “So, shake a leg sailor.”
The ridiculousness of her statement went way over my head. It was too far gone with the fact that Sarah was visiting me.
I threw back the duvet and jumped out of bed, causing Lori to scream and run out of the room.
“Ugh that’s disgusting. You’re so rude,” she yelled.
It was only then that I looked down and realised that I was naked. I usually slept in boxers at least but was obviously so drunk the night before I’d just abandoned my clothes and fallen into bed.
“Sorry, Munchkin,” I shouted after her as I snagged a pair of jeans from the floor and pulled them and a t-shirt on while running from my room.
When I got downstairs, I headed for the voices in the kitchen where Lori was showing Sarah a toy catalogue. My sister was chatting away about her upcoming ninth birthday, while Roger leaned against a cupboard watching her indulgently
“Hey,” I said running a hand through my hair. “How’re you feeling?”
Sarah looked up and me and swallowed. “Okay, a bit of a headache.” She placed a hand against her stomach, and I guessed she’d probably puked at some point.
“You as well, hey.” Roger said with a grin. “Adam, was worse for wear when he got home and then proceeded to down another three bottles of beer.” He raised his brows at me. “I don’t suppose you remember me waking you up in the chair at three this morning?”
