My hand aches as I try to twist the cap off. “We do sometimes, like I can usually tell when she’s sad or hurt, even when she’s not around. Not always… but when we were six, she broke her leg when playing at a friend’s and I was at home and I started screaming. I just had this horrific pain in my leg. They had to x-ray both of us despite the fact only she was injured. I was fine but there was no denying the pain we were both in.”
“That’s so weird,” Vienna mutters, rolling her eyes.
“Are you the same in most ways?” the girl beside her asks, seeming to be quite intrigued by us. Some people are. They love the idea of having somebody identical in their life. It’s not always what it’s cracked up to be.
“No, we’re so different.”
“How?”
God, she asks so many questions and I still can’t get this fucking cap off the bottle. “Willow was always the bolder one of us both, super flirtatious. Sexy. Funny. I was always more withdrawn, sarcastic, less likely to join in at parties.” That last part was a massive clue to get them to leave me alone.
“I’m sorry she’s sick,” Ethan says earnestly, leaning over Payne to pat my arm.
“Open this,” I demand of Nok and thrust the bottle into his hands. He gives it one easy twist and it pops open, but it fizzes over from all the shaking.
I suck his thumb clean, making him growl and bring my lips to his.
We make out for a while, giggling and laughing together when the others tell us to separate. We don’t separate. We don’t ever separate. I never want to separate from him again.
Something changed between Nokosi and me. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. But it changed and here we are. I’ve never felt so happy and out of control.
“Why are we at this stupid party when your house is empty?” I whisper in his ear.
He tries to think of a reason but relents with a lusting smile touching his lips. “Let’s go?”
“Let’s go,” I confirm, excited at the prospect of spending the entire night in bed with him.
“Nokosi, wait,” Vienna calls when we stand. She glances at me and her lips turn up with a sneer. “Can I have a word?”
Nok glances at me as though seeing if I’m okay with it.
I don’t care. So long as she doesn’t touch him.
“Remember what I said about your truck,” I whisper in his ear and he chuckles under his breath before following Vienna across the yard.
I watch her fold her arms, unfold them, fold them, unfold them, and then start waving them around. She shifts from hip to hip as she yammers on, face expressive and annoyed.
Not to be petty or whatever but she’s said more than a word.
“Nok,” I call impatiently, and she really glares at me now. I smirk back. Silly bitch wants to play, I’ll play.
Nok holds up his finger and touches Vienna’s elbow to get her attention. Oh hell no. I’m on the edge. He’s touching her. Fuck. I’m so mad.
What is wrong with me?
But then when I think about it, it’s always there. This rage at life, this anger that I keep suppressed the best I can.
Whatever he says to her has her looking at the floor with a sad expression on her face.
I move to him, figuring they’re done and Nok takes my hand. “See you later, Vienna.”
“Fuck you, Nok,” she replies, and he hooks an arm around my waist to stop me from ripping her shit-looking hair out.
“Behave,” he whispers against my ear and turns me back the way we entered.
“What did she want?”
He beams at me, smug satisfaction all over his face. “She wanted me to leave you and be with her.”
I almost laugh. “Did you tell her that’s not an option?”
“I offered her a three-way.”
I smack his chest and bite his lip, squealing when he bends and puts his shoulder into my stomach and lifts me from the ground.
We enter his house attached at the lips, much to the annoyance of Nash who declares, “Guess I’ll put my headphones in.”
“Run,” Nok whispers and I squeal as he chases me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
He pins me on the bed, holding my hands above my head as he devours my mouth and then my neck. I moan loudly, I can’t help it. It tingles so fucking bad. I can’t decide if I want to laugh, cry, or come.
My arms ache when he releases them to tug down my jeans.
He wastes no time. He doesn’t eat me this time, doesn’t do much foreplay at all. It’s as if he can’t wait to be inside of me and fuck it if I don’t find that so hot.
After slotting himself between my thighs, he pushes inside and leans up only to help me remove my T-shirt and bra, freeing my breasts to his gaze for the first time.
He bites my nipple as his hand massages my other breast and his hips start thrusting in and out, faster and harder with each passing second.
It aches but in a really good way.
I wasn’t lying when I told him that I’m tight down there.
I reach between us to find my clit and he helps me by pulling out and flipping me over, so my ass is in the air. I continue to tweak myself as he pins me by my shoulders to the bed.
My moans are muffled by the pillow, but they are still loud and so are his. This is amazing. My entire body is on fire, as though he just dropped a spark onto a puddle of gasoline. I’m lit. Well and truly.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, rolling my fingers around the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs. I can feel his cock pushing in and out, faster and faster as I stop breathing.
And then he sticks a wet thumb in my ass.
I squeak and try to lurch away but I can’t move. “Dude, no, that’s an exit not an entrance.”
“Shut up,” he responds harshly, his breathing ragged. “Shut up and fucking take what I give you.”
Why does his command make my pussy clench?
“You’re a dick.”
“My dick is in you, baby, feel that?”
I laugh and then groan when he slowly starts to turn his thumb. Oh wow. That feels insane. If I thought I was tingly before I was so fucking wrong. I squeeze him with both holes, holding him tight as my orgasm powers through me.
I scream into my pillow, his name, a string of curse words… I’m fucked. Well and truly.
He hammers into me harder and harder, grunting when I find his balls between my thighs and roll them with a tender touch.
As I’m spiraling back from my climax, he’s building up to his.
“I want to put it in your ass,” he says, pulling out suddenly and pressing it against the wrong fucking hole.
“Dude, you’re a lot bigger than your thumb,” I complain, glancing at his excited face over my shoulder. “That’s gonna hurt.”
“You can handle a bit of pain,” he whispers, spitting on his cock and smearing it there.
“Oh God,” I whisper and hug the pillow to my face. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Nope. Have you?”
I shake my head, no.
“Fuck yes. I get to deflower both your holes.” He presses on and the ache is immediate. It hurts a bit. No… a lot. “More lube?”
“Are you kidding me right now? This isn’t fun.”