“Oh, Jesus,” Jon mutters.
When Midge turns around with the salt in hand, her eyes widen slightly as she takes in my ink covered chest and stomach. Her tongue glides across her bottom lip swiftly before she meets my gaze.
“Preference?”
I give her a lopsided grin. “Lady’s choice.”
She tries to keep her smile in check, but I see it. She reaches back for a wedge of lime and squeezes some of the juice right between my top two abdominal muscles.
I inhale sharply and she gazes up with a grin on her lips.
“Cold,” I say.
“Mmhmm.”
She sprinkles the salt over the juice, but most of it falls to the floor. Midge then hands me the lime to put in my mouth.
Without wasting any time, she licks the salt and lime juice mixture from the ridge between my abs and swallows down the shot. She’s too short to reach the lime, and I could make things easier by leaning down enough so she can grab it, but I don’t. Instead, I grab her by the waist and lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me. With her arms over my shoulders, she gives me a quick look before taking the lime between her lips. We don’t stay like that for very long, and before I can say or do anything more, she slides from my arms and back to the floor.
“Who’s next?” she asks after clearing her throat and giving me one last glance.
The rest of the gang look back at us with curious and confused faces, but London speaks up.
“Royce is. You want me to lay across the table, baby? You know, like old times?”
And just like that, the conversation switches, and people start asking London when she was lying across a table.
I grab my shirt and pull it back on, then head into the kitchen where Midge hands me a drink.
“Thanks.”
She smiles, her cheeks flushed, and then clinks her glass against mine. “You’re welcome.”
After everybody does their body shot, and scarfs down some chips and cold dip, we all spread out and do different things. People filter in and out of the house, sometimes going to the back for fresh air. London and Midge disappear somewhere in the house for a while, leaving all the guys in the living room watching TV.
London comes back and snatches Royce off the couch and they disappear out back while Jon and Daniel go to the kitchen to find something else to eat.
“Hey there,” Midge says, sitting on the coffee table in front of me with a bottle of Rum in her hand. “Drunk yet?”
“You tryin’ to take advantage of me?”
She giggles. “Not sure I could overpower you.”
“I could let you.”
“You’re crazy,” she says with a laugh. “Drink?”
I grab the bottle from her hand and take a swig. “Where’d London and Royce disappear to?”
“Probably to their room,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I glance over at Daniel and Jon in the kitchen. They aren’t paying attention to us, because they’re too busy making out. “I think they’ll be going to their room soon, too.”
Midge looks over her shoulder to see what I’m talking about.
“Get a room!”
“Okay,” Jon says after pulling away from Daniel’s mouth.
“You don’t have to tell us twice,” Daniel states with a smile, pulling Jon by the hand.
Midge looks back at me. “Well.”
“Just us now.”
“Yeah.”
I lean back into the soft couch cushion and stretch my arm across the back. I kick my right leg out and wait for Midge to say something.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I ask with a grin.
“Just, like you’re doing.”
“I’m not looking at you any differently than normal.” At least I don’t think I am. The alcohol is definitely running through my system now, and I don’t know if I could control my face if I tried.
Midge gazes around the room, like she’s looking for a conversation topic to jump out at her. She’s not normally like this, and I’m assuming the body shots have something to do with the fact that she’s acting strangely around me now.
“What’s up?” I ask her.
“What? What do you mean?”
“You’re being weird.”
She laughs. “No I’m not.”
“You’re acting like you don’t know how to talk to me.”
She ducks her head and tries to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, but it falls forward again. “But I am talking to you.”
I take a minute to think before I come up with a plan. “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” I say.
“Really?”
“Yep, but if you choose truth, you have to actually tell the truth. No lies.”
“Okay,” she agrees.
“I’ll go first. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she replies hesitantly.
“Do you regret the fact that we did body shots off each other?”
It only takes a couple seconds before she answers. “No.”
“Your turn.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Are you sad about your breakup?”
“No. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Not really. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
She thinks about it for a while. “Are you happy to be here? Like, at the lake house?”
“Yes, for more reasons than one. Truth or dare?”
“Dare, because one of has to be brave enough to say it.”
I cock a brow at her, my lips curling up at one end. “I dare you to tell me what was going through your mind when I licked the salt off your thigh.
She bites her lip. “Uhh.”
“Come on. Be brave.”
She rolls her eyes. “I choose to drink.”
“That wasn’t part of the rules.”
“Everybody knows those are the rules.”
“Fine,” I say with a chuckle. “So much for being brave.”
Midge takes a tiny sip from the bottle. “Oh, shut up. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
She makes a face, mad that I didn’t choose dare. “Is it true that now that you’re single you’re gonna be out being a man-whore?”
I widen my eyes before I bark out a laugh. “Haven’t really thought about it. Guess I’ll go with...no?”
“You don’t seem so sure.”
“Can’t be sure about something I haven’t thought about. Which one will it be this time?”
“Truth.”
“Is it true that you want me to do another body shot off of you?”
She swallows and then her lips part. “Umm. I mean, I wouldn’t say no, because it’s not a big deal or anything.”
I use my left leg to pull the coffee table closer, and Midge lets out a squeak at the sudden movement.
I lean forward, my arms resting on my thighs, and look into her dark brown eyes. “So, that’s a yes?”
She eyes my lips before meeting my gaze. “Yes.”
Midge doesn’t say anything for a while. “Oh. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I’m inches away from her mouth and all I want to do is lean in and kiss her. I hope that’s her dare. Please let that be her dare, because I’m struggling to keep my hands to myself.
“I dare you to touch me.”
My heart races inside my chest. “Where?”
“Your choice.”
My hand travels slowly from her knee to her thigh, and stops at the spot I licked salt from—right at the top. I squeeze the soft flesh in my hand, my fingertips coming to a stop right under the material of her shorts, and my thumb resting on her inner thigh. If I moved it up just a fraction more, I’d be touching something else entirely.
Midge’s breath comes in heavy pants now, and there’s no mistaking the way she’s looking at me.
“Truth or dare?” I ask,
my hand still firmly in place on her thigh.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to tell me what you want me to do next.”
She licks her lips and I give her thigh another squeeze. She glances down, watching my fingers graze across her skin.
“Everything.”
12
Midge
Before I can take another breath, Cillian makes his move. He reaches out and pulls me from the table and places me on his lap.
I spread my legs and straddle him as his large hands move from my hips, and go up my sides before he places them on either side of my face and brings me in for a kiss.
His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue tastes like liquor. I wrap my arms around his neck and grind myself against him. Cillian groans, then grabs a handful of my hair and tugs. My head goes back, exposing my neck to him. I moan when his tongue traces a path from the base of my throat all the way up to my chin, and then his tongue slips past my lips again.
I can’t help but grind against him again when I feel his growing erection underneath me. Heat floods my entire body, and I’m ready to rip every piece of clothing off when Cillian, who appears to be on the same wavelength, pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me in my strapless bra.
“Fuck, Midge,” he groans, cupping each breast in his hands and squeezing.
I arch my back, loving having his hands on me.
A noise in another room followed by laughter startles us both.
“Room?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
I climb off of him and grab my shirt from the floor and make my way to the bedroom he’ll be staying in while he’s here. It’s closest to us, and far away from everybody else.
Once inside, I turn around and watch as Cillian closes the door behind us. He stalks me like a predator. With each step he takes toward me, I take a step back. He rips his shirt off and then starts unbuttoning his pants. My heart races in my chest as I study him. He’s massive, both tall and built. Good Lord, what’s waiting for me behind the zipper on those jeans? My legs hit the mattress, leaving me with nowhere else to go.
Before Cillian drops the jeans, he reaches into his pocket and throws his wallet on the bed, and then he moves to undo my shorts. I sit on the edge of the mattress, my body pulsing with excitement as he pulls them off and drops them on the floor.
I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m struck stupid, unable to be my normal, confident, take-control self. This is Cillian. My friend from school. And he’s running the show.
Everything about him is overwhelming, but in the best way. He makes everything smaller. This room feels tiny with him in it. This king-size bed feels like a twin. He’s going to ravage me, and I can’t fucking wait.
The only light in the room is coming from the moon shining into the open window, but I can still see the dark intensity of his eyes. The way they’re roaming over my body makes me break out in goose bumps even though my body is on fire for him.
Cillian moves closer, and I lie back, allowing him to climb over me. I spread my legs and let him settle in between them as he kisses and nibbles on my neck.
“Cillian, please,” I beg, needing more.
He groans before his hand travels down my stomach and slips under my red, lacey panties.
I gasp and bite my lip as his fingers slide over my clit and slip into my warm and wet center.
“Fuck,” he grunts, penetrating me slowly with two fingers.
“Ahh,” I moan, squirming below him. I’m so turned on I’m afraid if he keeps playing with me, I’ll come before I get to feel him inside me.
Cillian rolls off of me and gets off the bed. I watch as he grabs his wallet and pulls a condom out, then I stare at the ceiling, breathing like I just ran three blocks. Before I know it, my panties are being ripped down my thighs and Cillian’s crawling back over me.
As I’m thinking about how I missed seeing his cock, I feel it at my entrance.
“Oh shit,” I breathe.
“You ready?” he asks.
The way he asks makes me wonder if I should be scared. I nod my head and pant out a yeah, and then he plunges in.
“Holy shit.”
I feel him smile against my cheek. Dude is packing!
Something feels different. Have I never been with a guy with a big dick before? I thought I had, but Holy Christ.
Cillian thrusts into me, spreading me wide around his cock. I reach around him, digging my nails into his back while I call out to God. Not that I want to be saved.
He moves back, resting on his knees, and then he hooks his arms under my legs and leans back over me.
With my legs up higher, and the angle he’s coming in at, I feel his cock hit that perfect spot. The spot most men never find. The spot Cillian found in no time . The G-spot.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, shit. Oh my God,” I chant.
Cillian grunts. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. God, Midge. You’re so wet.”
“Mmm,” I moan, unable to speak words.
He keeps his stroke strong and steady, hitting that sensitive spot over and over. The sensation is out of this world. I feel the orgasm building, and I know it’s going to be glorious.
“Please don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I breathe.
“I’m not stopping, baby,” he mutters.
I grab onto his biceps, feeling the muscles flex.
“Oh, God.”
He grunts. “Yeah.”
“Cillian. Oh my, God.”
“Fuck yeah.”
The pressure. The overwhelming pressure. I swear I can feel tears at the backs of my eyes.
“I’m...about...to…”
I don’t even get the last word out. No need to. I’m coming like I haven’t come before. Maybe ever. I can’t think straight. This moment is heavenly. It’s perfect. I scream and squeeze his arms as the orgasm overtakes me.
As soon as the wave is over, Cillian changes positions, letting my legs drop. He braces himself on his forearms and continuously thrusts into me hard and deep.
A symphony of curses and groans enter my ear as he buries his head in my neck, seeking his own release.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Yes, give it to me.”
“Fuck.”
His pace picks up, and then with one hard thrust, going as deep as he can, he comes with a roar. He continues his movements, but slower this time, still emptying himself inside me.
“Jesus Christ.”
God, I don’t want this to be done. I want another round. And then another. I need to explore more of this man. I need to be satisfied like this more than once.
Slowly, Cill pulls out and rolls to the side. We both lie there trying to catch our breath. I pull the edge of the comforter over to cover most of my body. I chance a glance over at Cill and find him pulling the condom off his massive length.
I watch as he ties a knot in the condom, and almost miss the fact that he has— “A piercing? You’re pierced?” I ask stupidly. He obviously is, because I’m looking right at it.
Cill chuckles as he sits up and plants his feet on the floor. “Yep.”
“I knew something was different.”
He laughs again, then gets up to throw the condom in the small trash can near the door. “Want to use the bathroom first?”
“Go ahead.”
He struts to the bathroom, fully naked, his cock still standing at attention, and I enjoy the show. His muscles are defined, even through the ink. His body is slicked with sweat, and I still want nothing more than to lick him all over. But I wouldn’t limit myself to his stomach this time.
Once he closes the bathroom door, I push back the covers and get up to find my clothes. I hold them against my body, covering what I can, before the door opens.
“All yours,” Cill says as he emerges from the bathroom, stark naked still.
I try not to ogle him, but Christ, what is a girl to do when presented with such a work of art? “Thanks.”
He gives me a cocky smirk.
After I pee and clean myself up, I get dressed again and then head back into the room, unsure of what sort of awkward hell I’m about to be in.
Cillian’s partially dressed now, wearing a pair of lounge pants that are hanging dangerously low. He’s digging through his bag for something, his back to me. I don’t know what to say, so I just slowly walk around until he sees me.
Cill smiles. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Just looking for my bathroom stuff.”
“Ah.”
Awkward silence. Do we discuss what we just did? Do we say that this won’t ruin our friendship? Will that be a lie? Gah! This is why this probably wasn’t the best idea. I told London it would be weird. But alcohol makes people lose inhibitions, and make decisions they normally wouldn’t. Especially when it comes to sex. Alcohol equals horniness. It’s science.
“So, I’ll see you in the morning? Or afternoon, probably,” I say with forced laughter. “I’m pretty worn out.”
Cill turns and looks at me with a grin emerging on his face. “Yeah, me too.”
I smile. “All right. Uh. Yeah, see ya.”
Then I spin around and rush out the door, feeling like the dumbest broad on Earth. But also, the most satisfied.
13
Cillian
I wake up to my dumbass brother jumping on my bed, and a slight headache.
“Hey, bro. Get up. It’s almost one o’clock already, and we’re all ready to go to lunch.”
“Get the fuck off me,” I croak, pushing him away.
Royce laughs. “Long night?” I don’t bother responding. “Well, get your ass in the shower and get dressed. The girls are starving, and they’re likely to start stabbing people soon. You have fifteen minutes.”
He shoves my head into the pillow before he gets up and leaves, slamming the door behind him. Ass.
If it was just him, I’d take my sweet ass time getting ready, but since there’s a group of people who want to eat, I guess I should hurry. I didn’t think I’d be the last one to get up. I guess the mixture of alcohol, and some late night sex really knocked me out.
Sex.
With Midge.
Fuck, it was good. Shit got a little awkward when she left, and I don’t know if she’s already told London, and if London’s told Royce, which means I’ll be getting looks all day. Oh well, fuck it. People have sex all the time. I’m sure everyone else in this house had sex last night.
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