by Bella Jewel
“You’re smashed,” he murmurs.
She releases me and walks over, falling into his arms. “You can take full advantage of me still, I don’t mind.”
He grunts. “Not goin’ to happen. Come on, let’s get you home.”
“No!” she cries, waving an arm around. “I’m still drinking with Aviana!”
“Think you’ve had enough.”
I laugh and turn, walking into the club. They can handle their little dispute themselves. I shuffle through the crowds of people and when I see Samson sitting on the sofa, two women beside him giggle as he talks to them, I saunter over. I mean, he’s gorgeous and he knows how to fuck. A girl needs what a girl needs, and he’s up for giving it to me.
He looks up as I near and his gaze darkens just a little. I turn around and flop down onto his lap, throwing an arm around his neck and smiling at him as I lean in. “Well, would you look what I found.”
His eyes meet mine. “You’re drunk.”
“I am.”
“Didn’t think you’d come here tonight.”
“I wanted to see you.”
I’m a liar.
But whatever.
“You want to fuck me,” he murmurs.
“Does that bother you, Samson?”
“No.”
“Good, then are you going to take me and fuck me, or should I ask someone else?”
He makes a growling sound, and the girl beside me mutters something as Samson stands, placing me on my feet before taking my hand and leading me toward one of the rooms at the back. We get in and, as soon as the door is closed, I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing him against the wall. He stares down at me, and his face is hard and hungry. My god is his expression intense.
“Do you want me, Samson?” I ask, tangling a finger into his hair.
“You know I do.”
“How do you want me?”
“I want to put my mouth on your pussy, been thinkin’ about it all fuckin’ day.”
“Have you now,” I grin, releasing him and stepping back.
Slowly, I shuffle out of my pants until I’m standing before him wearing only a top, my pussy on display, already aching with anticipation for what he’s about to give me. With a feral growl, he walks over and lifts me up, placing me down on a pool table, then, slowly, he spreads my knees apart so I’m wide open in front of him. He stares down at me and, with a pleased growl, he kneels down and his face goes between my legs.
The first lash of his tongue is divine.
I let my head fall back and a moan escape my lips. Samson’s tongue does things to me, things that make my body twitch and deep sounds of pleasure escape my lips.
My god.
He’s good at this.
So fucking good at this.
“What the fuck are you doin?”
Samson’s head lifts, as does mine, and we both see Cohen standing at the door. He’s got glassy eyes and it’s apparent that he’s drunk, my god is he drunk. His hair is disheveled and he has a slight sway as he stands in the doorway. He looks gorgeous, dangerous, and more than a little inviting.
“I’m enjoyin’ my fuckin’ night,” Samson growls. “You want to leave?”
“You goin’ to fuck her?” Cohen mutters, his voice a little angry.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, raising a hand, trying to close my legs enough so that I’m not lying there wide open for the world to see. “Would you mind leaving so we can get back to it? Last time I checked I can do whatever I want with my body.”
Cohen’s eyes fall to my pussy and he tips his head to the side so he can see it beyond where Samson is standing. Something about the way he’s staring at it, at me, makes my blood hot and my body hotter. I’m drunk, smashed, and if I wasn’t, I probably wouldn’t do what I do next, but hell, I’m reckless and I never follow the god damned rules.
“Unless you want to join in.”
Cohen’s eyes snap to mine and Samson flinches.
“What, you two aren’t scared of a little threesome, are you?” I prompt and the two men start each other before Cohen steps in and closes the door behind him, this time locking it.
Oh, my word.
I didn’t think he’d come in.
I didn’t think he’d ever want anything to do with me.
Hell, I don’t want anything to do with him, but the idea of two gorgeous men ravishing my body isn’t something I’m about to turn down.
I suppose you could say I’m a slut, or a whore, or whatever else girls with a broken spirit get called, but I am what I am. I’ll take whatever names are thrown my way. I don’t care what other people think about me, hell, I don’t care what these two men think of me.
So long as it feels good, I’m down with it.
Cohen walks in closer and his eyes meet mine as Samson steps out of the way to expose me fully on the table. I lick my lips—my head is swimming, and I’m more than a little drunk, but that doesn’t stop me from letting my knees fall apart so Cohen can take a look at what he’s about to devour.
My god I’m a whore.
The thoughts in my mind should be illegal.
“Are you two going to do something or should I get started myself?”
I place my hand between my legs and start rubbing up and down, soaking my fingers in my own arousal.
The two men move closer and, with one more glance at each other, Samson gets back onto his knees and continues what he was doing, face buried deep in my pussy, tongue stroking over my clit. Cohen walks around to the side of him and leans over the pool table, just a little. He stares down at me, his eyes glassy, his breath strong with alcohol, whiskey, I think. Then he orders, “Take your shirt off.”
I do as he asks, discarding the shirt in a matter of seconds, until I’m lying on the pool table completely naked. Cohen reaches out, his fingers grazing over my nipple. He has a far-off expression on his face, almost like he’s experiencing something in another time, like he’s not fully here with me. “Always wondered how good you’d look naked.”
I blink, but I’m unable to process his words as a wave of pleasure rocks my body when he twists my nipple between his fingers and Samson plunges a finger deep inside my pussy as he devours it.
My god.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life explodes in my body. I whimper and my eyes flutter closed. Cohen squeezes and massages my breasts before leaning down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. My mind blanks out, for a moment my body is wrapped up in that much pleasure I can’t think straight, let alone comprehend just what’s happening right now. An orgasm so powerful rocks my body and when it dies down, I see that I’m clutching Cohen’s head and clamping my knees on Samson’s. My god, I want more.
So much more.
“Take me off this table,” I whimper.
They move quickly and, in one swoop, Cohen has my naked body lifted from the table. He walks over to a chair and sits down, maneuvering me so I’m straddling him. Suddenly, being this close to him, my body wound up in his, I’m reminded of a time when I wanted nothing more. A time when I thought this man was everything you could ever want in a man. My crush on him ran deep and my desire to have him in my life was strong.
He was my best friend.
I don’t realize I’m staring at him with a pained expression until Samson clears his throat behind me. Cohen rips his gaze away from mine and growls, “I’m fuckin’ her, you get your cock sucked. Now spin her around.”
Samson doesn’t hesitate, he moves me so I’m sitting with my back against Cohen’s chest and my front facing him. He places my legs over the chair legs and now I’m sitting in front of him, spread wide open again. Cohen’s cock pulses against my lower back and the idea of finally having him inside me makes me tremble.
“Are you two going to get your cocks out or are you going to make me wait forever?” I whimper when Cohen’s fingers go around and find my pussy, where he gently
starts rubbing.
My god, I’m going to explode.
While Cohen is rubbing me into blissful fantasy, Samson drops his pants. When I open my eyes he’s standing in front of me, fingers curled around his cock, eyes intense as he strokes it. My god, that’s a good sight. I wonder, for a brief moment, if it’s awkward for him to stand there like that in front of his friend, but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all.
Probably not the first time they’ve done something like this.
Once another orgasm rocks my body, Cohen shifts me so he can release his cock. Everything inside me wants to glance down, to take it in, but I know I have to keep any feeling out of this. Nothing can penetrate the very strong barrier I’ve formed against the man I’m currently about to fuck.
He shifts me, a condom wrapper tears, and then a moment later he’s sinking me down onto his cock. My back is still to his chest, so I can’t see him, but I can feel him. Oh god do I feel him. The stretch and burn of his dick makes me whimper with pleasure. He takes my hips with a feral growl and starts moving me up and down, lifting me as if I weigh nothing.
Samson steps forward, tangling his fingers into my hair, and then he guides his cock into my mouth. Every fantasy I’ve ever had couldn’t even come close to what I’m feeling right now. I’m filled with an exhilarating rush that makes my body quiver. My mouth bobs up and down on Samson’s cock and Cohen fucks me, slamming his hips upward to meet every thrust.
I moan, and Samson growls his satisfaction, no doubt over the rumble that makes against his dick. Cohen’s fingers tighten on my hips and, for a moment, we’re all in sync. All of us receiving pleasure. All of us working together, almost perfectly. I cry out as the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had in my life grips my body. Cohen lets out a feral rasp and growls something about how tight I am, before finding his own release.
Samson follows a moment later, with a muttered curse. His fingers tighten in my hair and his cum shoots down my throat as he finds his happy place.
A moment later, we all come down from what had to be the most incredible high of my life. I’ve never felt something so amazing, not that I’ve had a great deal of chances to. Samson slowly releases his cock from my mouth, and I watch beneath hooded lashes as he tucks it back into his jeans. I shift, still feeling Cohen’s cock inside me. I move, slowly sliding upward until he’s free, and then I stand, walking over to get my clothes.
When I’m dressed, I turn and look at them.
They’re both watching me, both of their faces intense, yet relaxed.
Samson glances at Cohen and then with a sharp nod to him, and a wink to me, he walks out leaving us alone.
I’m not sure why he did that, frankly, I’m not sure I want to be alone with Cohen.
We’re both drunk.
We just fucked.
We can’t stand each other.
Cohen walks toward me, jeans still unbuttoned, his eyes on my forehead. With a husky, sexed up voice, he asks, “Did I do that?”
I press my fingers to the bruise that I haven’t yet looked at on my forehead, but I can certainly feel. “Yeah.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have laid hands on you. Not that kind of man.”
Isn’t he, though?
I shake my head, not letting the dark thoughts creep back in. Those thoughts consume my life, it’s nice to have a break from them, just for a small moment.
It’s nice to stand in this room and not feel raw hatred for the man in front of me.
“All good,” I say, my voice husky and breathy.
“What just happened here ...”
“It didn’t mean anything, Cohen,” I say, my voice a little harder now. “It was sex, fucking, I’m not about to soften and try to attach myself to you.”
“Wasn’t what I was goin’ to say,” he mutters.
Right.
“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, does it? You and I can’t stand each other, we had a bit of fun, that’s the end of it.”
“Is that really how you fuckin’ feel, Aviana?”
His question shocks me, not because I hadn’t thought of that, but because when he asks it, I struggle for an answer.
My automatic answer should be yes, that really is how I feel. Yet I find myself struggling to say it.
Why can’t I say those few simple words? They’re the truth, right?
“I don’t know what I feel,” I murmur, and that’s the god honest truth.
“We were friends.”
“Yeah, we were.”
“Good friends, fuck, more ...”
“We were never more, Cohen.”
He studies me. “You never felt anything more than friendship?”
My heart strings and I have to stop, I have to back off, I have to make this conversation end right now.
I can’t handle the feelings that come with it.
The blinding truths.
“It doesn’t matter what I felt,” I say, my voice hard. “What matters is right here and now, and the fact is that if you felt anything for me, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You know where I stand, Cohen.”
With that, I turn and walk out of the room.
If I look in his eyes for a second longer, I’m afraid I’ll say something I’ll regret.
Like maybe ... the truth.
RUBBING MY HEAD, I walk into the kitchen the next morning with a pounding headache. God only knows what time it is, but I do know I didn’t get home until the early hours of the morning. I partied way too hard, and now I’m regretting it. The light burns my eyes as I round the corner, and I stop when I see Briella, Waverly, and another girl standing against the counter, chatting.
When I walk in, they stop that chatting.
“Don’t mind me,” I mumble. “Just getting water.”
“How did you pull up?” Waverly asks. “I’m guessing not so great. Me either, god, how much did we drink?”
“Way too much.”
“Aviana,” Briella says, her tone hard. “This is my sister, Cova. I’m sure you’ve heard the story by now, I don’t need to tell it to you again.”
Briella’s voice is a whip and I know she’s angry at me. I’ve been a bitch to her, and that does bother me, but I’m doing it to protect myself, to protect her. If she hates me, it’s a whole lot easier than if she makes me feel the connection we once had. I fight against what’s right and wrong, and a softer part of me wants to apologize.
I’m forgetting why I’m here.
Every single second I’m back, I feel like I’m at home again and the past slowly creeps away.
My anger slowly fades.
That utterly terrifies me.
“Yeah, I’ve heard. How are you, Cova?”
Cova studies me. “You’re the one causing all the chaos in the club?”
“Something like that,” I murmur, getting a glass and filling it with water.
“Waverly told us some of what you told her,” Briella says, her voice a little less pissy now.
I look to Waverly. “Seriously?”
Waverly gives me a stern expression. “Don’t get angry at me, I’m doing it to help you. I don’t think they all realize what you’ve been through and they should...they need to know.”
“They don’t need to know shit,” I growl. “Nobody gives a crap what happened to me, or what Cohen did, or anything else that came with it.”
“You didn’t seem too angry at Cohen last night,” Briella snaps, her voice harsh.
I glance at her, eyes narrowed. “You watching me?”
“I heard you, everyone heard you. Then we saw all three of you leave the room. What are you playing at, Avi? It’s like you just don’t care, even about yourself.”
“Because I fucked two very attractive men means I don’t care about myself? Why the hell shouldn’t I do that? I’m a grown ass woman!”
Waverly puts a hand up. “Firstly, let’s all calm down. Avi is right, she can do whatever she wants. Secondly, damn, get it, girl. How was it? Was it like angry hate sex
?”
I can’t help it ... I grin at her. She’s crazy and wild, she reminds me of the way I used to be, before all of this happened. “It was incredible.”
“Jesus,” Cova mutters, standing. “I’m done here. You girls are messed up.”
She turns and walks out, not looking back.
“Well, she’s lovely.” I roll my eyes.
“God, all I want to do right now is slap you, Aviana,” Briella growls. “I hate who you’ve become.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be the only one. I’ll get out of the way.”
I turn and walk out with my glass of water. Waverly follows me and, as we round the corner, she apologizes. “I didn’t realize that you didn’t want anyone to know, honey. I’m sorry, I thought maybe it would help her understand.”
I glance at Waverly. “She isn’t meant to understand. I don’t expect her to nor do I want her to. I just want to get Samson’s daughter back, finish my business, and be done with this part of my life.”
Waverly frowns. “Are you sure that’s what you really want?”
No.
“Yes.”
She nods. “Okay, well, I’m not here to argue with you about your own feelings. I would like to catch up again, if you’re up for it.”
I nod. “Sure, why not?”
She grins. “Perfect. Wait, have you got a phone?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Lord, we’re going to get onto that today.”
I roll my eyes again, this time playfully. “Whatever you say, boss.”
Waverly laughs, throwing a hand up to say goodbye as she turns and walks out.
I smile.
I like her, and it has been a long time since I’ve had a friend.
The last people I trusted the most in this world was Cohen and Briella, but they’re not on my side anymore. I know I’m not treating Briella right, I’m not stupid enough to blame it on her, but I also know if I let myself get too close to her, everything is going to get messed up. That doesn’t mean when she looks at me with that horror in her eyes, that I don’t want to take it away, hug her, and tell her it’s okay, that I still love her.
