“What the fuck are we waiting for?” I slammed my half-full drink down on the counter, anticipation clawing through my veins. He’d wanted to get us into a threesome for at least a year, but I always resisted because I couldn’t fuck chicks. But for Jericho, I agreed, and I’d finally get to watch the show I’d been craving for so long.
“Me to get shitfaced,” Zen laughed as he tilted his beer up and finished it off. Zen would never do this with me sober. I knew it. He wasn’t into guys like I was. Of course, I’d rather fuck girls. Well, a certain girl… But I wasn’t thinking about that tonight. Or ever.
Still, I ran my eyes up and down my best friend’s body. There was no doubt he was hot as fuck. Girls flocked to him like his cock was made of diamonds or some shit. And I watched him from afar, knowing I’d never risk our friendship to fuck around. Looking at him was fun, though, and I planned to do a lot of looking tonight.
Depending on how drunk he was, I might even get to do a little touching. But I couldn’t take it any further, and that was fine. I’d focus on him instead of the fact I agreed to fuck a girl for the first time in two years. My stomach twisted, and I picked my cup back up and chugged the rest of the bitter liquid down, trying to shut out the feelings.
When I left home and came to LA, I tried to fuck the hurt and memories away, and it was a mind fuck of epic proportions. I fell down a hole I didn’t think I’d ever claw my way out of. But eventually, I discovered I could hook up with guys and not feel the stabbing fucking pain in my chest and panic attacks I got with girls.
So it’d been guys since then. If I could get my dick to cooperate, tonight would be the first step to putting the past behind me where it had to stay. That was why I insisted Zen do this with me. I could get excited about the stupid crush part of the hookup and try not to think about the girl between us. Maybe if I focused on him enough, I could forget about her and just get it over with.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” I asked Zen, who scanned the room. I watched him, his dark green eyes locking on a blonde chick standing next to Rachel Harris.
A devious smile tugged at his lips. “Fresh meat.”
I had to admit she was pretty in an innocent sort of way. Her hair was blonde, thank fuck, and brushed her shoulder blades. She wore a simple tank top and jean shorts and laughed at something Rachel said, tossing her head back. Her eyes darted over to us before she returned her attention to the guy talking to her and Rachel.
“You see that?” I nodded in her direction before turning and grabbing another drink out of the fridge beside us.
Zen nodded. “Fuck, yeah. She’s down. I have a sense for this shit.”
I snorted. “Like pussy ESP.”
“Exactly.” He chuckled darkly, and I popped the top of the bottle of beer in my hand. My body was pleasantly warm as the alcohol started to take effect.
“Before we make a move, you want to make things more interesting?” I patted my pocket, and he watched the movement with interest.
“What do you have in mind?”
I reached in and pulled out a little baggie filled with white powder, shaking it in front of his face. “You down?”
“Fuck, yes. I feel like I might pass out mid-fuck if I don’t do something,” he admitted before snatching the baggie out of my hand and dumping some onto the counter behind us. He pulled a credit card out of his wallet and separated the pile into lines, and moved down the counter, searching the drawers. He finally found what he was looking for, coming back with a straw he’d cut in half.
He offered it to me, and I snorted the first line, relishing the numbness creeping down the back of my throat. My heart pounded, and the exhaustion evaporated. Zen did his own line of the blow and tossed the straw onto the counter. “Why didn’t we start with that?”
I shrugged and turned my attention back to the girl across the room. She locked eyes with me, and I let my gaze roam the length of her body. “Your pussy radar’s spot on. She’s into it.”
Zen stepped up next to me, and Rachel looked in our direction. She gestured toward us and led the girl our way. Her hips swayed as she walked, and her eyes darkened the closer she got. “Guys, this is my cousin Emma. Emma, this is Zen and Maddox.”
Zen held out his hand for Emma to shake, and when she slid her palm into his, he yanked her forward until she stood right in front of him. I reached out and ran my finger down her bare arm, watching as goosebumps raised along her skin.
“Shoo,” Zen ordered Rachel, and she narrowed her eyes.
“Asshole,” she seethed before turning and stomping off.
I stepped around behind Emma and pinned her against Zen. I watched intently as he leaned down, and just before his lips touched hers he whispered, “My boy and I want to fuck you, so if you’re not down to mess around, walk away now.”
This was always how shit was with us at these parties. We stood out and had our pick of anyone we wanted. No one had ever turned me down, and it was the same for Zen. We looked dangerous, and with our, I don’t give a fuck attitude, everyone wanted a turn with a bad boy, so we just had to take our pick. I’d always picked the guys. As far as my friends, the problem was most of the people at this party were either below our standards or we’d already had a taste. But Emma…
She was something new.
Emma turned her bright blue eyes on me, and I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her like I wished she was someone else. I closed my eyes and leaned into her, trying and failing not to picture dark curls and doe eyes. She kissed me back and I pressed myself tighter against her, running my hand down her side until I gripped her hip, pulling her back against my hardening dick.
I pulled back from the kiss, enjoying how Emma’s body pressed against mine all soft curves and silky skin. And I enjoyed, even more, the hard body of my best friend against her front. His skin brushed against mine as he got closer to her, and our eyes locked over her head. “Basement?”
I nodded, not wanting to take Emma to the bedroom on this floor. The memories of Kayla’s unconscious body on the bed would throw a fucking wet blanket over my excitement. I stepped back while Zen bent down and grabbed Emma’s thighs, lifting her up so she wrapped her legs around his waist. She squealed as she threw her arms around his neck, and I led the way down the stairs at the far end of the kitchen.
Not many people knew this basement was here. Most of the people who came to these parties stuck to the living room and backyard. I stomped down the steps with Zen and a giggling Emma behind me. Swinging the door open, I scanned the room. A couple was making out in the corner, and a few people played what looked like strip poker in the middle of the room.
I stepped aside to let Zen inside before bellowing, “Everyone get the fuck out.” They all looked at me, but no one moved. “Don’t make me say it again,” I glowered, and they scrambled to pick up their clothes and get out.
“And spread the word, this room is off-limits. Anyone comes down here, they’ll fucking pay,” I added. After the last guy jogged out the door, I slammed it behind him. Zen carried Emma across the room to the sectional couch and laid her down, kissing up her neck.
I took my time walking over to them, watching the show as he slipped his hand underneath her tank top, pushing it up until her tits popped out. He ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple, and I rounded the couch, kneeling in front of it.
Bending down, I pressed my lips against hers, nipping at her lower lip as I caught her moan with my mouth. She pulled away from the kiss as she tried to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, and she stared up at me with wide eyes, her pupils blown. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” Her voice trembled just a little, giving away her nerves and fuck if it wasn’t just a little bit endearing.
I glanced down at Zen, where he had one of her nipples in his mouth, and his other hand was moving slowly down to the waistband of her shorts. Staring back down at Emma, I brushed her hair off of her damp forehead. “Do you want to stop?”
She shook her head. “God,
no. I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to be doing.”
I smirked. “You’re not supposed to be doing anything. Just enjoy the ride.”
She gasped and closed her eyes as Zen’s hand found its way into her shorts, and I pressed another kiss to her lips, trying to stay in the moment. My eyes stayed open as I watched my best friend tug her shorts down her long legs. She was left in nothing but her tank top and white cotton panties, and I was suddenly struck by her innocence.
I ripped myself away from her, and my stomach clenched in horror. “Are you a fucking virgin?”
“No.” She grabbed for me and wove her hands into the hair at the back of my head before tugging me down so she could kiss me again.
“Fuck, Mad. She’s so wet for us,” Zen murmured appreciatively as he slid her panties to the side. I watched as he stroked his fingertips along her slit, finally sliding one inside her. He dropped his head between her legs and flattened his tongue against her clit. She bucked underneath him, and I adjusted my position, pressing my palm against her belly to hold her down.
I kissed and nipped and licked and sucked my way down her smooth skin until one of her soft tits was filling my hand, and the other was in my mouth. She cried out as Zen pulled her clit into his mouth, and his eyes met mine. We stared at each other for several heated seconds before Emma’s hand shoving down my pants had my eyes rolling back into my head.
She found my hard as fuck dick and wrapped her small hand around it, stroking me in time with Zen’s tongue flicking at her core. I pulled back, unzipping my pants the rest of the way and stepping out of them before kneeling back down in front of Emma. Her eyes found mine, and she licked her lips as her gaze dropped to the bulge in my boxers. “You want to know what it’s like to have your mouth full of my cock?”
Her blue eyes blazed with the challenge as she slowly opened her mouth, daring me to take the next step. And of course, I’d accept that fucking challenge. I stood up, kicking off my boxers and fisting my cock. Her head was more or less at dick level already, so I moved up beside her, holding my hard-on in my hand like the goddamn offering it was. She licked her lips before sticking out her pink tongue and swiping at the tip of my dick.
“Fuck,” I hissed, clenching my jaw as she licked my shaft from my balls all the way up. She twirled her tongue around the head before sucking it into her mouth. I glanced down at Zen to see his attention had shifted from Emma’s tight, pink pussy to watching her suck me off. He was captivated, and my dick swelled even more at his attention. He licked her slowly, more focused on the show than on what he was doing.
Her lips wrapped around my the tip of my dick again as she slowly took me as far into her mouth as she could, massaging the underside of my cock with her tongue as I hit the back of her throat. I alternated between watching Emma and watching Zen as he slid another finger inside of her. His eyes locked on mine as he sat back and pulled his shirt off, exposing the ink covering his left side. Fuck, he was hot.
His eyes were nearly black as he stalked over to me. “Emma’s so fucking sweet. Want to taste?” His voice was a low growl, and I’d almost forgotten about the girl with my dick in her mouth. All I could do was nod once, and his lips crashed into mine.
Our tongues moved together, teeth clashing as we indulged in each other and Emma’s sweet flavor. Zen was giving me this chance, and I planned to indulge as much as he’d let me. Mostly drunk and high on blow, it was probably the only time I’d ever get to do this.
I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer against me, so his chest pushed against my side, but Emma wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and started stroking in time with the bobs of her head, and I had to pull back from the kiss because it was all too much. It was way too soon to blow my load.
“I want to watch you fuck her,” I gritted out, watching my friend’s eyes drop to my mouth again. I bit my lip because if I didn’t, I’d have pulled him back against me and claimed his mouth again. But Zen wasn’t like that, and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. That kiss would have to be enough.
“You want me to fuck you, Emma?” Zen finally asked, after tearing his gaze away from my mouth.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned around my cock, which was currently stuffed into the back of her throat.
He flicked the button on his jeans open, catching my eyes again as he lowered the zipper. I watched with rapt attention as bit by bit the zipper came down until finally, he peeled off his jeans and boxers. He stood bare before us in all his fucking god-like glory, and I swallowed hard. I’d seen him naked before but never like this.
Never in a way that made me want to drop to my knees in front of him and worship him like the deity he was. And I never fucking went down on guys. They went down on me. But Zen… I’d make an exception.
He bent down and picked up his jeans, slipping his hand into the pocket and pulling out a condom. I was mesmerized, watching as he tore it open and slid it down his impressive length. Finally, after what felt like a goddamn eternity, he lowered to his knees on the couch between Emma’s legs, pressing his cock against her soaking entrance. He slid it across her slit as I watched, pushing my hand deeper into her hair and tightening my grip.
Emma whimpered, shifting her hips as she tried to get Zen inside her, and I chuckled darkly as he continued taunting her with his body. He bit his lip and furrowed his brows as he looked down at his shaft sliding along her bare pink bussy before he gave in, driving slowly inside. Emma tightened her grip on my cock as he pushed inside of her, and my head fell back as I indulged in the sensation.
A tingle started at the base of my spine and built until I couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of sensation anymore. “I’m going to fucking come, Emma,” I bit out the warning seconds before I spilled down her throat, and she took it all as Zen pounded into her.
I pulled out of her mouth, and she gasped as Zen rotated his hips against her clit. Catching my breath, I dropped to my knees, nipping at her tight nipple before sliding my hand down her stomach. My fingers settled over her clit, and I rubbed in small circles as Zen moved inside her.
She whimpered and moaned before her whole body tightened underneath us, and she let go, her thighs shaking and her chest heaving.
“Jesus,” Zen grunted before slamming into her one more time, his jaw tight as his eyes closed. Watching Zen come had me rock fucking hard all over again. Heavy breathing echoed around the room, and none of us spoke as Zen pulled himself out of her and stood to get rid of the condom. She sat up, looking dazed, and her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were bright.
“That was-” she started.
“We’re not fucking done yet,” I growled, reaching down to my own jeans and pulling out a condom. For two years, I’d avoided fucking girls, but watching Zen fuck Emma made me want to sink my dick into her more than I’d wanted to in a long fucking time. It wasn’t Emma. She was hot. But it was watching Zen fuck her. I came ten minutes ago, and I was fucking harder than I’d ever after that show.
She blinked in surprise as I flipped her over and pulled her hips up against me, so she was on all fours. I tore the condom wrapper open and slid it on before thrusting inside Emma in one stroke, so fast I wouldn’t have time to overthink it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” I muttered, before beginning a punishing pace, hammering my cock into her. Zen dropped to his knees beside Emma, and I stopped my thrusts to let him crawl underneath her. His head was below her pussy, and he locked his lips around her clit, sucking hard, and I groaned as her inner walls clenched around me. I hadn’t felt anything as good as Emma’s pussy wrapped around me while Zen watched in a long fucking time.
She screamed as Zen licked and sucked, and I pounded into her. She came undone, gripping my dick so hard the orgasm exploded out of me. I was powerless to stop it, and when I came down, I slumped over her back to catch my breath.
I pulled out of her with a wince and yanked the condom off, tossing it in the trash in the bathroom. When I came back into
the room, Zen already had his pants on and was pulling his shirt back over his head. I stepped into my jeans, pulling them up. “I need a fucking drink,” I declared, suddenly realizing how sober I was and not ready to deal with what just happened.
Emma pulled her tank top on and looked up at us, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Well, um… thanks?”
Zen leaned down and dropped a peck on her lips, and I followed behind him, doing the same. We didn’t need to say anything else. We were both done with her. Right as we reached the basement door, someone pounded on it, and Zen swung it open to find True with his fist raised ready to knock again.
“What’s up?” Zen stepped to the side to let True in as Emma moved around us and went back up to the party. I swung the door shut so we’d have privacy. Zen and I exchanged a glance. We knew True wouldn’t have interrupted us if it wasn’t important.
He ran a hand through his hair before twisting the silver hoop in his nose. “It’s fucking Kayla. She got Jericho into one of the bedrooms with her, and I’m worried about what she’s saying to him.”
“Fuck,” I spit out, practically running for the door with Zen on my heels. Jericho was barely holding on over what he did to Kayla and her confronting him about it? It might just send him over the fucking edge.
8
Jericho
I should’ve known better. Kayla getting me alone into a room to talk? Huge fucking red flag. Sirens blaring and lights flashing kind of warning bells were going off in my head. But after what I did to her? I guess I felt like I owed her.
But she wasn’t the broken and devastated girl I thought I might find. She’d gone full fucking predator mode on me, complete with evil grin and maniacal laugh that had my balls wanting to crawl back up inside my body.
She stood against the door, blocking my exit. “I thought we should talk,” she started, that unsettling fucking grin still plastered on her face.
“What could we possibly have to talk about, Kayla?” I narrowed my eyes in a glare at her. When I followed her into the room, I’d intended to be as sympathetic as I could, hear out whatever she had to say, and then do whatever I could to make amends. But Kayla clearly had other ideas.
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