by Liza James
"Pretty sure you're the only one complaining about that," K interrupts, cutting through the tension while I shift off of Ruby's lap. I need space, in the best way possible. I was ready to do just that, fuck Ruby right here, in front of everyone. But the heady fog is dissipating in my mind and I'm trying to grasp the logical threads of what I'm doing. I don't regret it, not in the slightest, but there are several aspects I need to consider as well.
Such as Dom and Malin.
"Now I dare myself to kiss Ruby," Bethie speaks confidently. Her voice is still shaking oddly though, and I know whatever she's experiencing from the drugs is affecting her decisions at the moment.
Hawk doesn't even respond, his eyes slowly fall to her but do nothing else. No flinch, no shift of his hand or even a finger.
"Fuck no. You can’t dare yourself," I bite out as Bethie stands and steps towards us.
"She isn't your fucking property, Aura. Would you rather me dare Hawk to kiss her?" Bethie halts her movements and her eyes fly back to further acknowledge what she threatens. I look to Hawk, who's eyes are glued on me, but slowly shift to Ruby and that slick, eerie shiver climbs up my spine at the sight of him. Because something is so far off right now, something is dangerously wicked when it comes to my ex-boyfriend.
Ex-boyfriend. No way in hell are we together after all of this.
"I don't have to kiss anyone I don't fucking want to," Ruby responds in a bored tone. This is getting ridiculous.
"Yes, you do. It's a fucking dare, we're playing truth or dare. Kiss me, or Hawk, that's your fucking choice." Bethie is getting angrier and angrier by the second and I can see Ruby's eyes shut in frustration.
Suddenly, her hand shoots forward as she grips Bethie's wrist and yanks her down, pressing a hard kiss against her lips before shifting to pull back. But Bethie isn't ready to let go and she quickly climbs onto Ruby's lap, shoving me farther out of the way while her lips move against my girl’s.
My fucking girl.
An entirely new fire blazes across my chest at the sight of them. Bethie's body against Ruby's, her lips tasting the ones that belong to me. Her hands drift up and onto Ruby's chest, surprisingly taking a shot at feeling her up while Ruby struggles to pull away. Instantly, Bethie's body falls to the floor as Ruby shoves her off and stands.
I can feel the anger radiating from her and I almost anticipate Ruby hitting Bethie for what she tried to do. "What the hell?" she says bitterly. She squats down, coming directly in front of Bethie's face as she tries to gain control. "Don't ever fucking touch me like that again. I don't give a shit what kind of game you're trying to play. I'm not your fucking toy. Do you hear me?"
Without waiting for a response, Ruby stands and stalks past Bethie, storming out of the space and disappearing into the crowd. She doesn't look back, doesn't meet my eyes after what just happened.
Doesn't say a word as she vanishes.
I had to get out of there. Find some fucking space to breathe after the shit that Bethie pulled. I didn't want to kiss her in the first place, but fuck if I had to choose between her and the psychopath sitting on the couch, it was going to be the former.
I figured I could be quick and somewhat painless. I knew I would have to deal with backlash from Aura, for sure. Especially after what we just shared. But I didn't think that Bethie was going to take it that far. That was a complete and total surprise that now has me reeling in electric rage over what she fucking did.
Stay the fuck away from me. That's how I've always felt about her.
I push through the crowd of dancers until I reach the other side of the club. More paint is being splattered across the room, across the people on the dance floor and lined up at the bars. Several people are handing out plastic, neon cat ears. Even colorful fake tails swoosh behind countless painted asses while they dance.
Everyone is losing themselves to the atmosphere of the night.
The adrenaline. The drugs. The alcohol. The sex.
All of it is addicting, I can feel that. But I'm too fucking angry to be a part of it right now.
My body still aches for Aura. My pussy is wet and throbbing with the need to actually fuck her like I imagine myself doing. Hard and painful. Rough and satisfying.
When I finally reach the back of the club, I notice a small neon green sign nestled against the wall in a far corner.
VIP Only. Bingo.
I hurry over, relieved to see that the room is clearly unused tonight. The lights are off and the black velvet cord that hangs in front of the doorway is hardly a hurdle. I slip underneath it easily and step into the darkness, quietly shutting the black metal door behind me.
I step forward, fully enveloping myself in the obscurity of what's ahead. I know there are a couple of velvet couches in here, a small bar off the side that I noticed when minimal light was shining in from the main room.
I take a deep breath in, letting the quiet air, the relaxing high I was vibing through filter back into my lungs and my head. I need to calm down, remind myself of what I want, of who I am.
Bethie has no fucking power over me. Neither does Dom, or the supposed Malin. Not even fucking Hawk. The only person who affects me that strongly is Aura, and I trust her to have my back in everything.
I trust her.
I can't even believe I'm saying that, but I do.
Suddenly, my heart thunders against my chest as slender hands reach my skin and slide up my waist. I twist my head, abruptly looking to see who's followed me in here. But it's fucking black, I can't see a damn thing and I instinctually shift onto the defense as I grip the ambiguous hands and yank them away, pinning them together while I turn around.
"You didn't think I'd follow you?"
Aura. That sweet saintly voice of hers breaches through the room and infiltrates my ears. It's the only sound I hear, her touch being the only thing I can stay focused on. My heart pounds, my breaths speeding up as her fingers bite into my flesh after I release my hold on her. I step back, but she's already on me, moving in sync with each of my strides.
"What the fuck was that about?" she asks, and I already know what she's referring to. I can't hardly see her, but I can feel the rage through her touch.
"What?" I play coy because I know it'll push her—piss her off a little more and fuck, I love when she's angry.
"Kissing Bethie. Right after you kiss me? Are you fucking serious?" She keeps pushing me back as she speaks but I halt my steps until she's forced to shove me. I don't budge though, instead I begin fighting back. I move forward one pace, and then two. I let my hands feel their way up her arms until I'm holding her by her shoulder and her neck as I keep moving us.
"Well, I preferred kissing Hawk over both of you," I whisper as I slide my hand up to tangle my fingers through her thick hair. "But he didn't seem to be in the mood."
"Fuck you," she grits out, and her voice breaks slightly as she says it.
"Yeah, you want me to, don't you?" I yank her forward by her hair, crashing my lips against hers as I bite her lower lip and pull back. "Want me to fuck you real good. Better than anyone ever has before, right?"
"Don't fucking touch me," she says, but she can't hide the slight whimper that escapes her. Because she's slipping it directly into mine. I fucking own her, her words, her cries, her moans, her orgasms. All of them belong to me.
"I don't want to fucking touch you, I'd much rather fuck K, or even Bethie. She's clearly the most willing participant." She shoves me back as I kiss her again, taking her mouth with my own as we step back. But she stumbles at my words and falls, myself tumbling down on top of her. I have the chance to grip her wrists in the fall and yank them up and over her head. "Is that what you want, Vibe Girl? You want me to fuck your best friend?"
She lifts her hips and tries to pull away, her groans evolve into moans as she rolls her hips up and against my own. I slide my knee between her legs, shifting upwards so hard that I'm ground tightly against her pussy. I can already feel how wet she is. "I bet her pussy is sweet too. S
o wet and tight for everything I'd give her."
I'm speaking the words, taunting her in a way that I know is making her livid when suddenly, a searing pain breaks out across my lip and jaw. I throw my head back and release her hands, but it's so fucking dark in here that I can't see what actually happened.
"Remember when I said I'd kill you if you fucked someone else?" Aura's dark voice surrounds me, sliding against my skin and sending shivers of both arousal and thrill shooting up my spine.
Oh hell.
I lift my hand and brush my fingers against my lip. I can feel that it's split open and the blood coats my fingers in a heated promise. "Did you fucking hit me with your goddamn head?"
I feel her as she shifts forward and pushes me back to the ground. Her legs straddle my waist, her hands span my ribcage and slowly trail upwards. Her fingers slide under the hem of my crop top, inching it up as she touches me unlike she's ever done before.
"Yeah, I did. Tell me how much you want to fuck my ex-best friend again and I'll show you how else I can draw blood." She leans over me, her lips closing in on the space underneath my jaw, as if she's kissing me exactly where she'd end up killing me.
Slitting throats while smiling.
That's my fucking girl.
I shoot upwards, whipping her hair around my fist as I yank her backwards so that she's sitting up while straddling me. I bite her lip again, this time harder, until I feel my teeth pierce through her flesh and taste her warm blood as it flows into my mouth.
"Careful, Vibe Girl. I have my own ways of making you bleed for me." I kiss her again, roughly but in a different way. I claim her myself, drag my tongue against her flesh and her lips while she kisses me just as passionately.
God, this is fucking everything. This is more than anything I've ever experienced with anyone else and I can't get enough of it. I lean back again, allowing her the moment of control that she's seeking. She knows I'm always in charge, always the one ready to fucking destroy her, but I'll give her this. The darkness almost makes it different, I feel more vulnerable. I'm letting myself succumb to every aspect of being with Aura.
Because I want to, and because I want her more than I've wanted anything else.
Her hands continue their path upwards, until she's lifting my top completely over my chest and exposing myself for her. I arch my back in offering, letting her know that I'm fucking into this.
"I wish I could see you," she whispers, and I can't help but agree. But there's also something taboo about this being in the dark. Something so erotic about not being able to see each other while we fuck.
"You can feel me," I say as I reach for her hand and drag it up and over my chest. Her thumb brushes over my rigid nipple, over the cold touch of my piercings that I know shine through the darkness. "And you can hear me," I say on a breathy moan as she rolls my nipple in between her fingertips and then pulls against the fucking piercing. God, it feels good. Too fucking good and I'm dying to hear these sounds fall out of her own mouth.
She drops her head and I feel her lips move against my collar bone, drifting down and towards the center of my chest. My heart is thundering so loudly I swear she can hear it, but I can feel the excitement flowing through her as well. With every kiss of her mouth against my skin, every time her tongue slides out to taste me, it's all-consuming.
She trails slow, intentional kisses across my chest until she reaches my nipple. She pauses though, and just as I look down to see the vague outline of her head, I realize she's looking up and into my eyes. My vision must be adjusting just slightly, being able to see her marginally as she moves.
Without taking her eyes off of me, I watch as her tongue slides out and across my stiff nipple. I suck in my breath as the cold feel of her tongue pierces my skin. I glide my hand into her hair as she does it again, this time kissing and then sucking me into her mouth.
"Fuck, Aura," I moan while I shift my leg between hers. She bites down, pulling on my piercing until it's painful and I yank at her hair in response. She laughs though and leans back down to do it again. It feels good, the cycling sting and bliss that I'm usually inflicting on someone else.
She'll get it though, this is only a quick interlude to what I'll fucking do to her when I get her on her back.
She pauses for a moment and sits up slightly. "I've never done this, well, like this," she says, and I can tell her confidence is wavering in the way her tone heightens as she speaks.
"Don't fucking say that," I say as I lean up and grip her waist. I flip us over so that she's on her back and I'm hovering over her. "I don't ever want to hear about you fucking anyone else. Man or woman. I don't give a shit. Understand?"
"Yes," she replies as I pull her white tank up and over her head. She's wearing a thin, black bra that I quickly unclasp from underneath her and toss to the side as well.
"When you danced at the club," I start as I sit back and let my eyes rake over her body. She's breathing heavily, the rapid rise and fall of her tits being a massive fucking distraction while I speak. "That outfit you wore. Tell me why you wore it." I have a feeling I know why, but I want to hear her say the words.
"Because I wanted to," she lies, and I quickly unbutton the top of her jean shorts and tug them down her legs. Her white panties are drenched with how wet she is, I can practically see her glistening in the darkness.
I lean forward and slip my hand around the front of her panties, yanking them up harshly as I whisper against her lips. "Liar. Tell me the truth." I rip them down her legs and add them to her pile of clothes that I've absently thrown around us.
"Did you like it?" she asks instead of answering my question. Her defiance both turns me on and pisses me off. I sit back on my heels, letting my gaze fall to the apex of her thighs. To her sweet, wet pussy. Fuck, I want to taste her, I want to fuck her until she's crying and begging to come.
I slip my hands underneath her thighs and pull her legs apart, opening her up for me so that I can see every delicious fucking inch of her. I push them apart even wider, as far as they'll go until I can hear her sucking in a gasp of air. I trail my fingers down the front of her legs until I rest my hands back in my lap and meet her gaze again. "Don't move your legs and do as you're told. Those are the rules. Understand?"
She hesitates for a moment, so I lean forward and slide one finger over her clit. Barely touching her, only teasing her. But it's enough to have her nodding in agreement immediately.
"Fuck, you're so wet, Vibe Girl. You going to be good for me? Give me what I want?" I slide back over her clit again, working her up, feeling her cum slide across my fingers while I play with her. "Because I'll take it either way. Even if you don't want to give it to me." I drop my voice even lower while I speak, sliding down to tease her opening before coming back up to her clit.
"Yes, I will," she responds on a moan and she rolls her hips forward in search of my touch again. But I sit back and remove my hand completely, lifting my finger and dragging it across my lower lip.
"Then tell me why you wore that," I repeat myself, calmly awaiting her response.
"I fucking told you, only because I wanted to."
A sadistic smile pulls at my lips as I tilt my head and drop my eyes back to her wet cunt. I lift my hand and bring it down, slapping between her legs while she yelps in surprise. She shifts to pull her legs together and I immediately launch forward and brace her legs apart.
"Don't close your fucking legs and do as you're told. Those were the rules, remember? Now tell me the truth." I hold her for a moment before finally sitting back and allowing her to speak.
"I wanted you to see it," she whispers, and I reward her by dragging my thumb through her pussy and pulling at her clit. She moans immediately, whimpering into my touch and letting her head roll to the side as I touch her.
"That was it? You only want me to see it?" I push her farther, I want the filthy secrets. Anything else she's willing to give me. Or I'm willing to take.
"I wanted you to remember it," she says and
for a split second, her legs flinch while I slip a finger inside of her and slowly pull back out.
"Wanted me to remember it? For what?"
"For when you're alone." Suddenly, her voice becomes more confident and she lifts her hips to meet my slower thrusts. Her pussy is so tight, so fucking wet and I can't get enough of the feel of it while I fuck her with my fingers. I'm soaked as well, my own panties absolutely wasted in my own arousal. I want to step between her legs and move against her, feel her own cunt grinding against my clit. "When we couldn't be together. I still wanted you to think of me when you were playing with yourself, or when you were fucking another person. I wanted to be the one on your mind when you came."
I slip another finger inside of her, pumping into her core while my other hand rests on her stomach and I hold her down. I don't want her to move, I only want her to take what I'm giving. I want to hear her sounds, from both sets of her fucking lips while I make her mine. "You're the only person I ever think about," I say quietly. I'm not sure if I should be sharing this piece of myself with her. We're crossing this emotional line that will only make things harder to get out of.
This isn't a simple fuck. A quick orgasm before I ditch and go back to whatever the hell I was doing.
No, Aura's already woven her way into my mind and my soul. She's already made herself a permanent explosive in my destruction.
There's no way out of this now, and I don't think I'll ever let her go.
Holy shit, I've never felt like this. It's all so vivid. A rushing wave of her captivating touch. She devours me while her fingers move inside of me, dragging every ounce of pleasure forward until I'm practically choking on the need to come.
I love what she said, that I was the only person she ever thinks about. Because it's the same for me. When I'm alone and touching myself, lost in the idea of her body against my own. Of her filthy words while she whispers them in my ear. When I come, it’s her face I see pulling it out of me.
