“You disturbed my beauty sleep – this better be good,” Kingston said, although I could see the excitement in his eyes.
Although Kingston’s attention had already moved on elsewhere, his gaze stopping on the edible paint box on my bed. “So that’s what you two are up to!”
“And you too, if you want,” Britt offered with a shy smile.
“’If I want’,” Kingston said, grinning. “You joking?”
Next second, he was unfurling the box, while our questioning gazes went Bradley’s way. “I’m game.”
“Really?” Britt asked.
“Why not?”.
The painting started out innocently enough. With some indie music playing in the background, Britt started on my biceps, while Bradley painted a budgie on Kingston’s pec. Then we switched around, painting a bit more here, smearing a bit more there.
“Good idea for a tattoo, man,” Kingston said, swiping the brush to paint a bear on Britt’s shoulder.
A few minutes later, though, Kingston was painting a dick onto Bradley’s back. While I was hovering over Britt.
“Can’t decide?” she asked.
“I can,” I said, “It’s just…”
“You’d need me to move my dress to do it.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But if you don’t want…”
“Move what you need to.”
Just then, the room went very, very quiet. Kingston no longer even pretended to be paying attention to what he was painting, while Baddeley’s gaze was locked on me.
Something told me that this was the start of something that – once started – would be impossible to stop.
I smoothed Britt’s hair over her shoulder, and pulled down the front of her dress.
17
Britt
Wyatt was sliding down my dress, until the top of my cleavage was revealed. I forced my heaving breaths calm. I hadn’t actually been hoping for him to pull it down further, had I?
Whatever the answer, now the cool wet of the paintbrush was dancing over the top of my breast, slicing pleasure down my entire body.
The boys’ gazes were plastered on me. Damn my horniness. If either of them dared follow up their stares with anything, a kiss, or stroke, I don’t know whether I could resist them, public display be damned.
Because it didn’t feel public, with them. It felt like we were all in it together. Like this whatever-it-was, was right.
“Can I be the one to lick that off?” Kingston was asking.
“I’m not even finished,” Wyatt said gruffly.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t want to give it away,” Bradley said. “You should see it.”
A few paintbrush strokes later, Wyatt was holding up a mirror.
I stared at it and kept staring. It was beautiful – another raven, but with all the clarity and jubilance the first lacked. It was me, plain and simple. A bird that didn’t really fit. That was dark and a whole lot of awkward and yet, that did fit here, with these men.
Before I could think better of it, I kissed Wyatt full on the lips.
All the air was sucked out of the room. My eyes fluttered shut. I inhaled his scent – his earthy light rain scent. I swallowed his taste, like grapes.
And then, remembering, I ripped myself free.
Reeling, I gaped at the others. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I-”
“Don’t get your panties all up in a knot,” Kingston said, rising. “It’s fine.”
“It really is,” Bradley said with a pleased nod, looking as happy about it as I was.
“You guys sure?” I asked them, searching their faces for any cracks in their happy armor.
“Yes, actually,” Bradley said. “Just – one thing before I leave.”
Before I could even think, his face dove for my cleavage and swiped away a streak of the raven on the top of my breast.
“No fair,” Kingston protested. “I called dibs.”
He made up for the disappointment, by getting another licked swipe.
And then, grinning stupidly at me, they nodded to Wyatt.
“You two have fun.”
“Oh,” Wyatt said, sweeping his arm around me. “We will.”
And that was when his lips mashed onto mine. Our mouths seamed together, as the rest of our bodies followed suit. Wyatt give the painted top of my breasts a long, wet kiss.
“It actually tastes pretty good. You should try it,” he said.
I wasted no time in going for his lower abdomen. As a fruity, cherry taste erupted in my mouth, I smiled up at him. “You were right.”
Although now that I was so close to his boner, which I could see bristling out of his jeans, I couldn’t resist going farther.
As I kissed my way down, unzipping his jeans as I did so, Wyatt murmured, “There’s no paint there.”
“I mean to change that,” I said with a naughty grin, pulling down his briefs.
As his boner rose to greet me, I gaped at its long, thick glory, my hand scrambling in the body paint box for anything.
My hand came back with a tube of blue.
“My favorite color,” I told him. “Perfect.”
Wyatt could only squeeze my shoulder in shocked awe.
I spread the blue paint around his dick slowly, my hand pumping him as I did so. Once his boner was covered, base to tip, I drew back.
“There. Done.”
“Done?” Wyatt asked, his smile slackening.
He raised his brows
He slammed his face to mine, then growled in my ear: “You’re not done – not by a long shot.”
And suddenly, arousal was surging through me, swift and irresistible. Next second, my lips were locked around his cock.
He let out a groan, and I slipped down further. The first suck, I took him all the way to the base, as he twitched with joy. The second suck was faster, with more tongue action. The third I added my hand into the mix, creating a pumping sucking cocktail of pleasure. The rest I lost count. All was lost under the in and out, the more cresting into more. I cupped his balls as I sucked and sucked fast and shallow and merciless, wrapping my lips around my teeth, sucking so hard it began to hurt.
Wyatt’s low groans every so often egged me on. When I stopped for some air, I looked up at him with a devilish smile. “Is that too much? Want me to stop?”
Wyatt’s eyes flashed behind his glasses as his fingers dug into my hair. “Who said you could stop?”
Next thing I knew, I had hard cock down my throat. This time I sucked him fast and deep, all of me united with one aim in mind: to have him spilling down my throat.
When he began twitching, I increased my pressure. My tongue went wild as I sucked him in and out and around, diagonally and side to side and every which way until he was crying out – once, twice – and spilling into me.
When it was over, Wyatt kissed me, then got a Kleenex to clean up. Although he couldn’t stop looking at me.
“That was, you are… amazing.”
I smiled shyly at him and he gulped. “That wasn’t too intense for you – me taking control like that, right?”
“No, actually,” I said, surprising myself by the truth of it. “It was actually crazy hot. Just unexpected.”
“Good,” he said, his hand locking on my arm. “Because right now, I’m not finished with you.”
He yanked my dress down the rest of the way, until I was fully naked. Wyatt rose to his feet, gazing down at me.
“Who said you could do that?” I challenged him.
“Me,” he said, shoving me back at the bed. As he got on all fours and his eyes savored me, he said, “I mean to enjoy you now.”
And then his mouth claimed mine. His hands slid down to my nipples, clasped them, rolled them into rigid peaks..
I cried out in pleasure.
His hands swept up and pulled my hair so his lips could get at my neck. There he feasted as the rest of me squirmed. Down my front, his hands were at it again. Stroking down, temptingly c
lose. Teasingly. When a finger dug between my legs, but didn’t venture further, I groaned.
“What’s that?” he said.
I hoisted my pussy up, but Wyatt made no further attempt at movement, other than rolling his finger around.
“You want me in?” he asked.
I nodded, smearing my own kiss into his neck.
“Wyatt,” I groaned into his ear.
His hand slipped around to my ass and squeezed. “Say please.”
Defiance arced through me, as I pulled away. “No.”
He dipped a finger in me and pulsed once, then fell still. “Do it.”
I gaped at him, pleasure rendering my mind woozy. He couldn’t… I needed…
“Please,” I said, and then everything began.
He finger-fucked me fast and hard, sending pleasure coiling up and down my legs.
My hands grasped for his boner and got pumping too. Before long, though, he pushed them away. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom.
Before unfurling it, he cocked his head at me questioningly. I nodded.
Right now, the thought of anything other than finishing what we started was unbearable.
Once Wyatt had rolled the condom on, he wasted no time in pressing his hard length between my legs. My pussy quivered with expectant joy.
Hell yes, finally, finally, I was going to get to enjoy him.
Even just him nosing at my entrance was making me tremble – what would actually having him inside me be like?
A few seconds later, with one slick slide, I had my answer: it was in-fucking-credible.
Our bodies fused as he thrust into me and I clenched around him. Even this first few thrusts were insistent, demanding, allowing me no time for gradual readjustment, no time for accommodation, to get used to him. With the result that I was flung to the edge. Already my vision was edging orange and thoughts were hazy memories. All I knew, all I could murmur, was “More…more… more…”
Until I was screaming it and experiencing it all at once, riding pleasure’s wave of more, more upon more upon more. Emptied and cleansed and reborn all at once.
Wyatt paused to regard me with a smile. As I settled back on the bed, an amused smile quirked on his lips. He pulled my legs onto his chest, and I gaped at him.
“What – thought I was finished with you? Not yet.”
And that was when he started drilling his dick deep inside me. I was thrown right back on pleasure’s precipice. This furious joy was deep within me, tendrilling out. My groans were growing louder, while his grunts told me he was close.
As he rammed into me, I reached around and cupped his balls.
“You gonna come for me?” he said, his voice strained.
“You gonna come for me?” I shot back, all of me reverberating with my approaching orgasm.
Just then, his pace arced up to a thousand and he fucked me for everything we were worth. Everything slid together as my body collapsed back, breaking out into uncontrollable shaking as my orgasm crashed through me.
As his cock let loose inside me, we were one.
After we’d cleaned up and settled back into his bed, my gaze went to my thong, which had been flung to the edge of the bed.
“Is this the part where you ask me for my thong?”
Wyatt’s easy smile drooped.
“No,” he said fiercely.
Then, a few seconds later, “You know about the art project?”
“Yeah, Bradley told me you kept panties in your room.”
Wyatt scowled. “It’s not like that with us.”
“Like what?”
“Just another thing.”
My heart was thumping in my chest. “What do you mean?”
Wyatt got up. “I don’t know what I mean, ok? I don’t know why this is different, it just is.” He ran a hand through his curls. “Part of me thought that once we finally…” He shook his head, shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I really like you too,” I said quietly.
“I know,” he said, “That’s the problem.”
18
Britt
“So you guys had a half-naked edible paint party and you didn’t invite me?” Simone said, frowning furiously.
“There wasn’t really much clear-headed thinking time, alright?” I told her. “Anyway-”
“They’re your special friends, I know,” Simone said with a sigh. “Though a girl can dream, right?”
“I’m still not sure it ended all that well anyway,” I said. “Wyatt was all upset and I had to go minutes after.”
“Upset about liking you? What a struggle,” Simone said with a wry smile.
“This whole situation is pretty weird,” I admitted. “I mean last night, it was like we were all good. And they seemed genuinely ok with it when they left to let Wyatt and I…” I shook my head. “Seems too good to be true.”
“Don’t be such a pessimist,” Simone said. “If your life was too good to be true, then you wouldn’t be stuck working here still.”
As if on cue, Walter sauntered over. He gave my ass a slap. “C’mon girls, time to get to work.”
All of me smarting with shock, I glared at him. “Don’t do that again.”
“Or what?” he said, smiling smoothly.
A familiar voice said, “What the fuck was that?”
I turned to gape at Bradley, who was standing at the doorway, and had clearly seen the whole thing.
“Officer,” Walter said, gliding over to the door. “Sorry, was I encroaching on your territory? Or is it one of your friends she’s doing? Though I’d say by the looks of you all the other day, every one of you is dipping your pen in her ink,” he said, unashamed at his tone or words.
My cheeks heated up. Walter was actually doing this here, in front of our busy morning clientele? Already, several tables were staring.
“Careful asshole,” Bradley said quietly. “I’m pretty sure harassing your employees is against the law.”
“And I’m pretty sure Britt has to get back to work.” – Walter squeezed my shoulder again – “Doesn’t she?”
I paused. There was a decision here, I could feel it. Either go back behind the counter with Walter back to my job – or walk out that front door and never come back.
I glanced at Simone, who looked sad, to Walter, who looked pompous, and finally, to Bradley, who looked proud. It was odd, I hadn’t even made my decision yet, and he was looking at me like that. Like I’d turned out to be the woman he saw in me.
“You know what, Walter?” I took off my apron and chucked it in his face. “Fuck you. I quit.”
Before Walter could say anything, I stormed to the back, grabbed my purse, and then, hand in hand with Bradley, left.
Walking on the sidewalk outside, it took a good minute for what had just happened to land.
“You ok?” Bradley asked.
I slumped onto a nearby bench. “I actually quit,” I said weakly, still unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.
Bradley sat beside me, squeezed my shoulder. “Sorry for interfering like that, I just couldn’t stand there and let him harass you like that. Who the fuck does that guy think he is? He’s just lucky I didn’t knock his teeth down his throat.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” I shook my head sadly. “This was a long time coming.”
“I can help you job hunt,” Bradley offered. “Or file a harassment order against that bastard.”
I shook my head. “First I need to concentrate on getting a job. So thanks, help would be much appreciated.”
My gaze fell to my shoes. Really, I should start the search today, but I hardly had the energy to think.
“Will you let me take you home?” Bradley asked, squeezing my hand.
“Yes,” I said. “Some Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia is just what I need.”
“Sounds like the recipe for a good afternoon,” Bradley said, sounding a bit jealous.
As we got up and walked, presumably to hi
s car, I swallowed back an invitation for him to join me. Bradley was working, probably shouldn’t even be driving me home as it was.
“Sure it’s ok for you to drive me home?” I asked him at his car.
Bradley opened the car door and gestured me inside. “I can call this one in. I have pretty much completely unused sick days, so the Chief will let this one slide.”
I smiled.
The ride there, we were silent. I was trying to figure out whether what I’d just done was good or bad. Finding a job had never been easy for me – and that one had paid not-terribly when you factored in the tips. But still, Walter’s perviness had been getting worse and worse.
At my place, Bradley parked and got out of his car too. “Mind if I join you?”
“I’d like that, actually. Though I don’t know how fun it’ll be for you. Was just going to cry and drown my sorrows in ice cream.”
Bradley shrugged, putting his arm around my shoulders. “I want to be there for you. Especially since this is all my fault.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Is that a yes that I can join?”
I smiled thinly. “Fine.”
Upstairs, my apartment was a mess, but Bradley didn’t seem to mind. I got the ice cream out of the freezer then flung myself on my bed. Bradley lingered at the edge, his eyes uncertain.
“You do realize that if we get on your bed, I can’t promise that I won’t ravage you.”
I smiled, patting a spot on the bed beside me. “In that case, I definitely want you here.”
Within thirty seconds of Bradley clambering on the bed, we were cuddling, him supporting me in his strong arms.
“That was really brave of you today,” he said.
I shrugged, spooning ice cream into my mouth. “Brave – stupid – this upcoming job search will tell.”
He frowned, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Even if you don’t get a job right away, you still did the right thing.”
“Tell that to my landlord,” I said. “Up until now, I’ve been living paycheck to paycheck. I can’t afford to take my sweet time finding a suitable job – she’ll throw me out on my ass.”
Bradley tightened his grip around me. “You know, if it came to that, you could always crash at our place for a few weeks while you found a job.”
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