by Zoey Derrick
“Ahh.” She mewls and moans as her legs scissor together as I clean off the last of her juices from her fingers. I can feel her trying to pull her hand away, to go back to what she was doing, but I won’t have that.
I release her hand and immediately go for her thong. In my rush to shed her of her panties, I snap one of the strings. “Shit.” I hear Beck snort a laugh against her chest, but he continues assaulting her nipples.
She chuckles. The widest, brightest smile spreads across her face spurring me on so I snap the other side to keep her smiling at me like that.
The moment the material falls away, I am treated to a perfectly smooth pussy, except for a small triangle above a delectably swollen clit. I lick my lips and waste no time sliding my tongue from her opening to her clit and I feel her tremble. “Oh fuck,” she moans out and I continue my slow assault on her pussy. Desperate to make her come for me. Desperate to have her juices on my tongue.
Dex’s tongue spears me, setting fire to my nerves. My whole body trembles with an overwhelming need to come.
Beck’s mouth gently travels from one nipple to the other and back again. With the hand that Dex was sucking on, I find the waistband of Beck’s boxer briefs and slide my hand inside, taking hold of his rock hard erection and stroking him.
I’ve never wanted two men at the same time but Jesus, I don’t know if I can go without it after this.
Beck moans against my breast and I continue to stroke his cock. He’s not overly huge, maybe a little bigger than average.
Dex’s tongue hasn’t stopped assaulting me. I writhe and moan, rocking my hips into his mouth until he uses a hand to hold me down. When Beck moves to my right breast, I am greeted with a pair of beautiful steel grey eyes looking up at me, watching me. I’m surprised by the fact that he’s watching me, but when our eyes meet, the rest of the world falls away.
The fire ignites in my veins, and Dex knows I’m close because he is concentrating on sucking my clit. Flicking his tongue on that special sweet spot that makes my legs twitch involuntarily. That’s when I feel a finger pressing against my entrance, his eyes silently begging for permission and I flick my hips just enough to tell him to continue and he does.
His finger sliding in is enough to bring me over the edge. Setting fire to my veins and igniting fireworks behind my eyelids. I can no longer keep them open and I writhe against his mouth and fingers as he slides deeper inside of me. He doesn’t let up and Beck pulls his mouth away from my nipples. I start tugging on his boxer briefs. I want to suck on his cock. Beck takes the hint as Dex’s continued ministrations keep me on the edge of another orgasm.
While Beck sheds his shorts, Dex slides a second finger inside, deep, rubbing along my g-spot as his tongue flicks at my clit. “Oh god,” I moan out, “don’t. Stop.” I squirm against him. Quite possibly the biggest orgasm of my life is building inside me just as Beck returns to the bed. I grab his shaft and tug him toward my mouth, telling him what I want and he complies. Saddling up to me, I see his cock for the first time. His head is slightly purple and there is a bead of cum dancing on the tip. I lick it off and he falls forward, placing his hands on the wall above my head. I watch his eyes roll up as I wrap my lips around his shaft. At the same moment, Dex’s tongue halts against my sex and I feel a rush of hot air. It sends a shiver across my skin for an unknown reason. I don’t understand his reaction.
Beck groans above me, it’s enough to distract me from analyzing Dex’s hesitation. I close my eyes, and in that moment, I’m on fire again. The orgasm that I know is going to shatter me, simmers deep down, ready to consume me in a wild explosion and I’m now desperate for it.
I moan around Beck’s cock and he groans above me. “Your fucking mouth is amazing,” he groans and I feel him thrust his hips slightly, indicating his desire to take control. I relax my throat and pause, giving him permission with my eyes and he slowly starts to thrust in and out of my mouth with small motions.
Then, out of nowhere, I feel the soft scrape of teeth against my clit, the pressure is intense and I can no longer hold back. I explode into orgasm. My eyes slam closed, Beck’s cock slips in and out of my mouth, I can barely breathe as I feel the hottest rush of juices spill from my pussy and Dex moans against my sex. I pull my head back, releasing Beck and I scream. My entire body rocking with aftershocks of an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I’m not entirely sure what happened after my explosive orgasm, but I’m brought to when I feel someone rolling me over onto my stomach. “Lift up,” Beck says. There is no real command in his voice, which is fine. It’s almost this detached person who’s now settling between my legs. For some reason I don’t truly understand, probably compliments of the alcohol, I don’t really care. I’d already managed to talk myself into this shindig and talked myself into understanding and realizing this is a one night stand.
Though my desire for Dex has only grown that much hotter, causing me to start to regret this decision.
The ripping of a foil packet brings me out of my inner musings. Every nerve, every sense comes alive and I listen in the eerie quiet of the room as Beck sheaths himself in rubber. When he’s done, he leans over me. The bed dips as he holds himself above me, bracing his weight on his arms. I feel the head of his cock pushing and probing, seeking entrance without assistance.
Then he lines himself up and slides home, hard and fast. I cry out and freeze. Tension knots in my shoulders and I fight the rising panic.
“Are you all right?” I hear Beck whisper to her.
“Just go slower,” she whispers back. There’s a tension in her voice that I don’t quite recognize. I watch him, buried inside her and the thick green sludge of jealousy washes over me as Beck slides in and out of the one and only place I want to be.
The minute I’d gotten up to shed my shorts, he flipped her over, barely giving her a chance to come off of the shattering orgasm I gave her. Shattering is barely the right word for it. I can still feel that rush, that spray. I lick my lips, tasting her essence and my cock throbs.
Beck looks over at me, but I ignore him. He’s got that wicked look in his eyes, probably the same one I always have and for the first time in my life, I’m bothered by it.
What is so fucking special about this girl?
That’s easy, I saw it in her eyes. They say that our eyes are windows into our souls and hers were wide open, ready, wanting and willing to surrender to me. Normally I’d shrug it off, I’ve seen the look before, but it was almost as if our two souls were sliding into one. Two halves becoming whole for the first time in my life. Which is forcing me to fight the urge to shove Beck off of her and claim her for myself.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Beck groans as he starts to really slam into her.
I watch as she pushes back against him with each of his thrusts in, taking him, absorbing him, moaning out her pleasure. Pleasure available for him to take.
“Dex,” she moans out. Her hands go wide so that her chest is pressed hard into the mattress. I’m frozen. She’s got Beck pounding into her and she’s calling my name.
“I’m right here,” I manage to get out.
“Come here,” she commands. Though her voice is soft, I feel the twinge of resolve weakening. I wanted to watch. I wanted to watch because the closer I get to Beck, the higher my drive to deck him becomes. “Please,” she begs and I can’t deny her.
My body, my dick, take over and I walk the few feet to the bed. “What do you want?” I ask softly.
“I want to…ahhh, suck your cock.” Her head turns in my direction and our eyes meet. I stand before her stroking my cock and she surprisingly maintains our eye contact. “Please,” she begs again and I’m lost in her blue eyes as I climb onto the bed. She gets her arms under herself and lifts up. Beck grabs hold of her ass and holds her in place as he continues to pump into her.
I’m unintentionally taking my sweet time. I need Beck to finish. I need to be inside her so bad. I don’t normally take seconds, but t
Suddenly, without warning, embarrassment floods through me. Fuck me. What the fuck is wrong with me? Since when have I ever been embarrassed about the size of my fucking junk? I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, but suddenly it feels almost as though I’m going to be too big for her. Then it’s almost as if I am awash with the idea that I am no good for her.
Turn it off, you moron. Get your fucking rocks off and move the fuck on.
Raine’s eyes remain locked on mine as I touch the head of my cock to her lips. She opens, sticking her tongue out to swipe across the head of my erection. Fuck! Her mouth is warm, wet. Hot breath caresses my cock as she pants in time to Beck’s thrusts.
Lust and need to come overtake me as I break our connection and look down just when her mouth wraps around my cock. Her eyes go wide and they dart down. I pop free of her mouth and she gasps. Not in lust or orgasm, but shock.
It doesn’t last but a second before her delicate hand wraps around the base and her mouth is hotly licking, sucking and worshiping the beast.
I close my eyes and savor the sensations as she sinfully works to get me off. It isn’t going to take much before she has me unglued.
Her moans are muffled by the fullness in her mouth. I can’t help but take her head in my hands to help her out a little more. She moans and I feel her jaw relax. “That’s my girl.” The words tumble from my lips like a bucket of marbles, but I don’t give a shit as I start to slide in and out of her hot mouth. “Your fucking mouth feels so… ahh…good,” I groan and Beck’s pace falters and picks up in double time. He’s close and I can feel a now familiar tremble in Raine’s body and her moans are stronger and more intense. She’s going to come. Beck is going to come and…”Ahh fuck…I’m…” She sucks with more intensity, if that’s even possible. Beck’s pounding slides her mouth further down my cock. Her body locks down, I take over, Beck growls out his orgasm, faltering his thrusts and I silently explode down her throat.
Beck pulls free and falls to her side, spent and breathing heavy. Raine continues milking the last few drops of cum from my cock, causing me to twitch so I pull myself free of her grip. Her eyes meet mine and she shivers, disappointment rolls off her in waves. When she’d finished milking my cock, he went soft. Probably because somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m not good enough for her and I’m sure it’s reflected in my expression.
“I should go.” She sobers quickly.
“No, stay.” Beck groans from beside her in a half-ass attempt to reach for her. He misses as she slides out of his reach and goes to the pile of clothes we’ve left closer to the door. I should stop her. I need to stop her, but I can’t. I can’t move. I have never in my life felt the stabs of rejection.
Dozens of woman… yeah, keep telling yourself that, asshat…and never once have I been rejected, turned down, or been walked out on. Yet here she is, slipping back into her cowboy boots and her shirt. Jeans are already pulled up. The fact that she’s leaving pisses me off.
She looks at me one more time, her eyes pleading with me to stop her. I give her a dismissive wave and slide down onto the side of the bed, putting my head in my hands as she opens the door to the room.
As soon as it clicks closed I tell Beck, “Get out.”
“What crawled up your ass?” he grumbles as he sits up.
“Forget it. I’m tired.”
“Man, you fucking missed…” I know the look I give him is cold when he steps back. “Yeah, you’re either too fucking drunk or something is seriously fucking wrong with you.” He rips off the used condom, ties it off and throws it in the trashcan by the dresser. I bend down and grab my shorts, but I don’t manage to get them thrown on before he actually leaves the room without another word.
I drop my shorts, turn out the light and stand, pulling the covers back on my bed and I crawl in.
The last thing I see is visions of Raine’s beautiful eyes staring straight into me. Crawling her way in and shattering everything I ever thought I knew or understood about women.
When you’re sticking your dick into something unknown and nameless, the looks are all the same, disconnected and haunted, but no, not Raine. No, hers are filled with something else, something unknown, something I have to figure out. Something I don’t know if I will be able to figure out.
I have never been so thankful in all my life when I stepped out of that room and the hallway was clear. My guess is the guys haven’t returned from their evening out. No matter, the sooner I get away from this room, the better.
When I get inside my suite, I fall against the door. Cold shivers wrack my entire body. Fear, panic and something close to hysteria overtake my body. Compliments of my alcohol induced state; I couldn’t stay there for long. Alcohol has never had me puking before, but combined with the shame running through my veins; I’m done for.
Once I finally stop dry heaving, I’m rung out, but I have no choice. I have got to take a shower. I have to wash the disgusting feeling off of me. I know it’s all mental but short of running steel wool all over my body, I don’t know what else to do.
I’d invited Beck in, expecting him to be the one that would ground me. Instead, he made me feel the most insecure about my body and myself. He wasted no time in staking the claim that he wanted on me and from the moment he slammed into me, nearly tearing me apart, I knew I’d made the wrong decision. I could feel the penetrating eyes of the man I really wanted to be with. The man who stood in the corner and watched. Then when he finally came to me, he wasn’t with me, at least that’s how it felt. It was cold and yet something was lying just under the surface, just out of reach.
When he came down my throat, shame, revulsion and the word whore came sliding into my mind and consuming my body like I’d been bathed in ice water. I had no choice, I had to leave.
When I finish my shower, I pull on a pair of shorts and tank top and slide under the covers. Desperate to put tonight behind me and praying to the god of hangovers that I will have the worst possible hangover with absolutely no memory of what happened tonight, I fall asleep.
“No, don’t!”
“Stop!”
“What are you doing to me?”
“Taking what you’ve been flaunting in front of me all fucking night!”
“Get off of me!“
“That’s exactly what I plan to do, get off on you.”
He’s drunk and his words are slurring together, maybe I can…he pins my arms down, holding me hard to the ground. His knees press down on my thighs, holding me immobile.
Bile rises in my throat when he licks along my cheek, then down along my neck. I need to get out of here; I need to get away from him.
I struggle.
I fight.
The weight of a thousand tons is on my body and I can’t move.
Finally I feel his hand on my wrists loosen. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I free my hands and manage to knock him off balance and he falls on top of me. Shit!
Then in a moment of sheer adrenaline I’m able to free a leg and…that’s it, right. Bam!
“Argh!” he rolls off of me. “You stupid fucking bitch, you’re going to pay for that,” he groans, grabbing his cock in his hands. Praying that he’s incapacitated enough, I take off running, naked, through the park.
Screaming for someone to help me.
No one is around.
That’s when it happens… a hand grips my elbow so hard, my hand goes numb almost instantly and I am spun around hard and fast.
Whack.
Black…pitch black.
I jolt awake. Breathing heavy, breathing hard, deep, like the oxygen has been sucked out of the room, I can’t find it. Where am I? I look around, looking for something familiar, something to ground me to where I am at this moment.
My suitcase.
My suitcase…A hotel room…vague decorations…yes, hotel.
New York…
Working…
Addison, assistant…
I scrub my face. It’s been a long time since I had that dream. A long time since I’ve felt the dirtiness of… I cannot even begin to say the word. Five years of therapy. Five years of discussing it, five years of reliving it over and over again had put it out of my mind. Five years of discussing the events of that night, the events following that night and ultimately what led to my moving to California. To running away. Though the therapy came after I moved when I was finally convinced by a friend to seek help. I guess if it hadn’t been for her own personal experiences, she wouldn’t have been able to convince me to go.
In the end, I was glad I went and it wasn’t until Beck slammed hard into me last night and I saw stars that I realized I have additional triggers besides my elbow being grabbed. But it’s only one, just that one. Sometimes I wonder if I have permanent bruises on my arms to constantly remind me of what happened that night.
When my breathing finally returns to normal and I’m ready to get up and take yet another shower to wash away the sweat and the dream, there is a knock at the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s Beck.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I look at the clock, Jesus, it’s barely eight o’clock. What the hell does he want? I walk over to the door. “Whatever you have to say, I don’t want to hear it.”
“This isn’t about…shit, Raine, let me in, please.”
I scowl at the door. I let out a sigh of frustration and open the door, placing my foot behind it, hoping to make it harder for him to push his way inside. “What?” I say in a pretty snotty tone.
He scowls at me. “I’m not the one for you to be pissed off at, ya know?”
He’s right of course. “Yeah, I know. What do you need?”
“Can I come…” The shake of my head and the look in my eyes has him stopping mid-sentence. “Look, I don’t want to talk about last night, something’s happened.”
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