by K. J. Thomas
When I unlock the door, and as soon as the knob turns, the door violently shoves open. I’m pushed backwards into the tile wall right behind me. “Ouch,” I groan. The alcohol is slowing my reflexes, so it takes me a minute to figure out, ‘hey, somebody just slammed open the door.’ I am in here, asshole.
Asher gives me an evil smirk as he comes in and locks the door behind him. I don’t want to deal with this shit right now. I just wanna go back to my friends.
He sways just a little bit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him slightly buzzed or anything. Maybe he’s a boss, he needs to stay sober and ready for anything.
“Why are you up here all by yourself?” He asks as he grabs a piece of my hair and rubs it between his fingers.
I’m not gonna deal with this, not right now. I push my way past him, and he doesn’t even stop me.
I start to close the door behind him, give him privacy. I can be nice. I’m not gonna let him ruin my mood. I’m pretty buzzed and feeling super grand.
“Armani Mancini,” I hear Asher say as my steps falter. I haven’t closed the door all the way. What is he fucking doing?
I turn around and he gives me a wink switching his phone to speaker, putting his finger over his mouth, telling me to be quiet.
“I think it’s time I let you know where Tate’s at.” My eyes go wide, Armani will kill her. I start to shake my head violently back-and-forth. Please, I mouth hoping that he has some form of humanity and is not a total dick.
“Fuck me, something just came up. I’ll call you right back.” Asher says as he clicks off the phone not waiting for Tate’s oldest and meanest brother to respond and puts it in his back pocket.
He starts to slowly undo his pants, no, no, no. I imagine if I’m really into it, sexy times like this with Asher would be fabulous. But I’m not, he’s doing it in a threatening way. He might think he’s being sneaky, but I know exactly what the fuck he’s doing.
“Fuck you A-Asher,” I point my finger out at him. I’m trying to look mean and standoffish, but my words come out a little slurry.
He drops his pants and boxers. It might be hormones or whatever, but I can’t help it as a warm tingling sensation spreads right through me when I see him again, he’s freaking huge and thick. Luca wasn’t even close to Asher’s size. He kept poking me everywhere, bastard made it hurt. I can only imagine what Asher will do to me.
“I need something from you and I’m getting it now. You can pick whatever delectable hole you want me in,” he growls as he starts to stroke harder and faster. He is so turned on by me right now. I imagine it won’t take long. Fuck, I start to think as my eyes fill with tears. I have to do this for Tate, I have to do this for Tate.
I drop to my knees and wrap my hands around his shaft. I’m a little buzzed and I haven’t had sex for a while, so I’m also turned on, too.
I’m in my drunken head, and I believe if I do this good and make him happy, he’ll go away, but I should know better.
I start by licking the tip of him, slowly circling. Cupping his balls inside my hand, lightly squeezing and tugging. Asher gasps and growls, great he likes that.
I take his enormous size into my mouth and suck. The only experience I’ve had is from Luca. We did this all the time, it was better than him fucking me.
I stroke Asher up and down faster as I suck and tease, licking and nipping.
He starts to shake. “God, so much better than I expected,” he speaks through his closed teeth, like he’s snapping at me. I glance at the pure bliss now all over his face. He stares down at me, never taking his eyes off of mine, thankful he’s not recording or some shit like that. That would be fucking cruel.
My mind strays for just a second as I remember that we’re in Paisley’s house, even though this is her parent’s bedroom. She could have cameras everywhere, the bitch would do something like that.
Asher takes me out of my repertoire by slamming himself into the back of my throat. I gag, making my eyes fill with more tears, and he pulls out letting me catch my breath, but only for a mere second. In and out, he does this with brutal intentional strokes, not letting me move an inch making sure he gets his fill.
“Don’t move,” he snaps out right before he releases. Strings of warm, sticky, hot come, attaches everywhere in my mouth causing me to rapidly swallow. It seems like it was never ending. I guess his blue balls just kept filling up. I silently laugh to myself.
I’m still thinking about it when I chuckle, and thankfully he’s so caught up on my actions he doesn’t notice. Once I’m done, he lifts me up under the arms and plants a huge kiss on my mouth. The moment shocks me at first. I stiffen but eventually I relent. I can’t help it he’s so good at this.
It just feels nice at this moment in time, maybe because of the intimate connection we just shared, what I just did for him. This is his way of saying, thank you.
I wipe up spit and his semen from the corners of my mouth. I turn to leave, but I should’ve known Asher wasn’t done with me when he grabs me by the hand.
“I’ll see you downstairs, at my side. Don’t worry, if there’s a problem I have Armani’s number memorized.”
I slap him on my way out the door, slamming it closed behind me. I can hear him chuckle through the door as I make my way downstairs.
He took a moment like that, that could’ve been sweet and absolutely ruined it. This was an intimate moment between two people, even though it started for the wrong reasons, it was still intimate, and then he threw it in my face.
Has his mother ever taught him anything about women, or is this the only way that he knows?
Fuck my life!
Eight
AVERY
My extreme agitation with Asher didn’t last for more than a few minutes. I was way too damn excited to get back out there. I need, no I deserve to have an epic fucking time, I deserve to have fun.
Those two are sitting close and talking as I make my way over to the little sofa that we secured, our safe haven tonight, our base camp if you will. Mal notices me coming first and smiles holding up a drink that he must’ve just procured.
“Yes,” I say to myself with a little fist bump. I don’t even give a shit if anybody’s looking at me. I am in a very damn good mood and having a great time.
A tiny millisecond of unhappiness spreads through me right when I look at my friends. They think I’ve been up in the bathroom, but I was actually trying to solve a major problem for Tate.
God, I can only imagine what would’ve happened if I didn’t do what he wanted. I know I make a strange face because they’re both looking at me like I’m crazy, but what if he was bullshitting? Would Asher have actually told Armani where his sister was? I know deep down inside he would because he put Tate in that much danger to make a point to me. That makes him a lot sicker than I thought.
I grab the drink Mal hands me and give him a wink before I chug the shit. It’s not like a shot, this is a full-size glass, so it takes a little bit longer, but I manage to get it down and keep it down.
I smile at my friends. I grab their hands realizing I’m still holding the damn glass, yeah, I’m very, very, very buzzed I would have to say. I don’t wanna just throw a glass anywhere. Yeah this is Paisley’s house, and I really don’t give a shit, but my mama taught me better than that. Decency is a good thing.
The only place I see is an end table on the other side of the small loveseat. Tate and Mal still watch me, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. I grab both of their hands and yank. It is easy to pull up Tate, but Mal has to lift himself up off the couch.
Within seconds we are dancing. I don’t even know what’s playing and I don’t even give a shit, all I do is concentrate on the beat as it moves through my body, hypnotizing.
I can tell he’s there before I can physically feel him. Asher presses against my back and starts dancing with me. I’m shocked still for a second, but that changes quickly as he keeps going. I don’t even pay attention to anybody else, I don’t know if Tate and Mal are
watching. Curiosity makes me wonder if they are, though. Is she going to be mad at me? When I look up, my best friends are watching us, along with the whole damn party.
I quickly stand straight up, yeah this was a bad idea, and walk away. Asher hurries up to catch up with me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. He knows where I’m going, in the direction of my friends, and he’s making sure we’re seen like this. God, I have to figure out how the fuck to explain this to Tate. ‘I have to stay attached at the hip with your uncle, so you don’t get the shit beat out of you.’
Asher slows us down whispering in my ear, “relax. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Try to have fun.” He kisses me in front of everyone. Not just a peck, either, a full blown, my-panties-are-on fire kiss. While I’m dazed and confused, he steers me in the direction toward his friends.
That’s easy for him to say, he doesn’t have to deal with the consequences of his friends wondering why he’s going crazy. That’s how I would look at it. I would think my friend has had way too much alcohol, or maybe she hit her head and that girl needs mental help, ASAP.
Asher and I hang out together, but in a different area mainly by his friends. It’s annoying, but what can I do? Thankfully, Tate and Mal come over by us. I think they’re afraid to leave me, they keep giving me looks of worry.
I grab both their hands and drag them back out to the dance floor. Numerous times I’ve done this, and every time Asher’s been right there behind me.
We just finished dancing and we’re all on our way back to refuel with liquids. Asher grabs my hand and leads me to a vacant chair that just opened up. He’s got a tight hold, maybe he’s afraid if he loosens his grip or gives me an inch, I’ll make a run for it. He knows that I can’t, and that sours my mood again. It’s nice when I don’t remember, but every time it comes back up, I just want to kick him in the nards.
He sits down and yanks me right on top of him, and I’m straddling him chest-to-chest. I realize what I’m sitting on, after our last dancing session he must’ve gotten really turned on. I keep moving trying to adjust myself and get up, but I shouldn’t have done that because Asher groans.
He’s hard as a rock. His hands are on my hips nonchalantly moving me back-and-forth over him. A couple times he hit me right in the center, making me suffer through an unstoppable moan. Every time I do that he starts to chuckle.
Asher continues for the next minute. I know he wants to go faster, but we’ll be noticed. Most of the eyes are on us: Paisley’s group, my friends, and Asher’s friends. I think they’re all wondering what the hell’s going on.
He grips me harder, and a tremble goes through him causing a deep-rooted moan to escape. My head feels so heavy as I lean my forehead on Asher’s shoulder.
Thankfully in my drunken haze I snap myself back to somewhat coherent. “Stop, Asher.” This feels awesome what he’s doing, but I’m very buzzed and I don’t like the audience we have. My struggling position is making everything uncomfortable. He groans and I swear it feels like he’s getting harder. Is that even possible?
“Fuck this,” Asher growls as he stands up still holding onto me. He grabs my ass and pushes me up over his shoulder.
One of his hands is still on my ass, and his fingers brush over my center. That makes me moan again.
I need to remind myself in the morning that alcohol makes me horny as fuck, or maybe it’s just Asher. I start thinking of other possibilities of why I might be like this and start to laugh.
“Asher, put her down,” Tate says snapping me out of my stupor. I’m being pulled down by my leg, making me slide back down Asher.
Her and Mal each take one of my arms and help me toward the bathroom, passing everybody in line.
“What are you doing?” Some bitch is getting in Tate’s face, because, well, we are cutting in line.
One of the other girls further in the back of the line whispers, “Mancini,” then says her name. The girl that got in Tate’s face moves back right away.
I start laughing as I’m still being dragged into the bathroom. I look over at that girl and say, “Mancini’s fucking suck.”
I didn’t get a chance to see her expression. I was pulled into the bathroom, then Tate slams the door behind us. I’m in deep shit.
Tate starts to smack me in the face repeatedly, not too hard, but after a while it hurts. I swat her hands away trying to get free.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you doing with my uncle?” Tate snaps at me. I quit giggling when I look in her eyes. She looks really worried and scared, which makes me really worried and scared. I don’t want my friend to be this way.
The fuzziness is still there. Everything slowly starts to come back to me, as I remember the mess I got myself into.
I can’t help now but to word vomit. “I had to go to the bathroom,” I manage to get out before I drape myself over the toilet and get rid of a ton of alcohol. That sucks, came out of nowhere.
They’re both looking at me, and I realize that I haven’t told them much. I said one sentence and then threw everything up.
“Asher is blackmailing me. If I didn’t give him a BJ, he would’ve called Armani. He was actually on the phone with him, he was going to give Armani your location.” My head was down the whole time, looking at the tile floor next to the toilet. I slowly look up, afraid of how bad I hurt my friend, of how bad Asher hurt his niece.
Mal’s face is red, creepy red, and his lips are pinched together with his brows bent. If I figured he was mad at me, I would be running. He’s scary as fuck. He must sense that when I back up a little bit. His face starts to return to a normal human color.
Tate, my fiery friend, looks drained. Her skin is pale, and her eyes are filled with tears. That’s not what I expected from her. Man, I should’ve just held my thoughts.
Her skin starts to turn the same shade as Mal’s, and she storms toward the door slamming it open. The girls in line gasp and jump back, staying out of her way.
Mal helps lift me up off the floor, and hands me a piece of toilet paper to wipe my mouth. “Thank you,” I mumble out.
We both hurry to catch up with Tate, she’s a fast little fucker. Asher and his friends are hanging out, laughing, and having fun. I smile, he looks really good when he laughs and is happy, he should do that more often. As quickly as the thought appeared, it disappeared when I remember that I’m still mad at him.
I start to get madder by the second, but not as mad as Mal and Tate. I didn’t lose all of the alcohol earlier, but I lost a shit ton of my buzz.
“You fucking cocksucker, you’re pure evil!” Tate screams. She isn’t even all the way up to Asher yet, she’s screaming from halfway across the living room. When she does reach him he has a look of confusion on his face. He should’ve read hers and protected himself.
Tate pulls back her arm and throws one of the best punches I’ve ever seen a girl do. She hit him on the side of his nose, and blood goes everywhere. I start laughing. Mal looks at me like I’m crazy and then he starts laughing, too. Fuck, half of the people that are in there are laughing, and the ones that aren’t are giggling and trying to hide it. Nobody wants to piss off Asher. Tate’s gonna pay dearly for this.
It looks like she doesn’t care as she stomps back over us and huffs, “let’s go, now.”
We both follow Tate out. I’m having trouble catching my breath trying to keep up to her pace, damn speed-walkers.
The guard from earlier that was supposed to be watching us inside, that I didn’t see once, comes out and jumps in the driver’s seat.
I lay my head on Tate’s shoulder, since she’s sitting in the middle. The window is too hard for my throbbing head. It feels like we just got in the truck when we finally make it back to my house.
Tate shifts and grabs her phone reading some kind of message.
“I’ve got to go to my house,” she says looking at me. I move so that we can face each other. “I don’t want you to go over there with me, so go in and go to
bed.” I love Momma Tate.
I give her a big hug and say goodbye to Mal.
It takes all the energy I have left, since I lost pretty much all the fluid in my body, to drag my ass upstairs to my room. I’m grateful that the guards will lock up and set the alarms, I don’t even think I can do that right now. As soon as my ass hits the mattress, I’m out cold.
THE HOUSE ALARM SHAKES me out of my deep coma-like sleep. I quickly sit up, disoriented and confused, wondering what the fuck is going on. I wipe the drool from the side of my mouth, at least I know I slept for a while.
The alarm keeps blaring and making my head pound reminding me that I’m going to have one hell of a hangover today. I need a gallon of water and some pain medicine.
I cover my ears after I open the door to my room. Right before I walk out, I look down and notice I’m still wearing everything that I had on at the party, even the freaking boots. Well I guess if I need to run outside then I’ve got that covered, but who the fuck can run in these things?
My head snaps up as I hear men running down the hallway. The realization hits again as the annoying house alarm continues to blare.
“Oh God,” I start to say as I shake a little bit. I can’t deal with Asher or Luca right now. I can’t stop thinking about which monster it is setting off the alarm at, I glance over to the clock on the wall, four a.m.
It’s probably just someone accidentally opening the door, maybe one of the guards went out for a smoke. He wasn’t able to reset the alarm properly. I start to relax more and take deep breaths as I make my way down the stairs toward the commotion in the living room.
Vito notices me as him and Mac walk fast. It looks like Mac is charging at me, like a linebacker. I want to laugh at that, but god my head is pounding. I wish somebody would shut off the alarms. Are the cops supposed to come? If we had the red blinking lights, that would cause my poor head to explode.
