Chapter Seventeen
Double The Smut
We find our way in and head to the bar. After thoroughly satiating our need for alcohol, we walk to the dance floor.
A song filled with heavy bass booms from the speakers while we move to the rhythm.
The guys seem to make a cocoon around Scarlett, ever apparent that they are creating a human wall to avoid anyone touching her.
I nearly laugh at the sight because I can’t imagine them all courting her at once will end well.
Someone has to lose this battle. A couple of hours pass us before the energy around us meets an all time high.
“Feel This Moment” by Pitbull plays from the speakers.
Looking around, I find my group surrounding me while we all dance.
Everyone allows the music to dictate what their body does.
The song builds when suddenly, confetti explodes overhead as a disco ball descends from the ceiling, raining down on us as we all cheer and throw our hands up.
I pull Blake into me for an electrifying kiss.
Time stands still as we get lost in each other.
The chorus begins again and I pull away as we jump up and down with the song.
If only Ghost were here, giving me this rush that Blake has to offer my dying heart. Will it ever be enough?
I need more. Alcohol isn’t enough to numb my aching soul.
I need a release from the swirling storm inside.
An idea comes to my mind as I grab Blake’s wrist and drag him away from the group.
He doesn’t question it as he keeps up with me.
Pushing our way through the crowd, I look around until I find our destination.
Walking past the line of people shouting protest and profanities at us, I pull him into the bathroom and shove him into a stall.
I climb onto the back of the toilet and sit on the top.
I pull my panties off and shove them into his pants pocket.
Grabbing the front of his belt I pull him close to me.
He groans at the action. I unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his pants.
I remove his cock and stroke it quickly before pulling his head to mine.
We kiss aggressively as he takes control.
He boxes me in with his one arm while the other controls his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit.
I let out a long needy moan before biting his bottom lip.
He pulls away to look me in the eyes. It’s the subtle plea of permission with just a look.
I bite my lip as I consider my options. I don't want to free Ghost from my body but I know deep down his carvings on my soul will never fade. He’s a part of my being until the moment I take my last breath.
If I do this, there is no going back. It’ll be a wordless dismissal of the only spirit to haunt my existence.
I need peace for my chaotic mind and this may be the only way to calm the caged demons that live within my shell. With that, I made up my mind.
“Do it.” I beg and he thrusts forward. My opening slowly acclimates to its intruder. He pumps his hips a bit and then builds his speed.
“Fuck, It’s been way too long. My hand is nothing compared to what it feels like being inside of you.” His movements are achingly slow like he’s dragging this out as long as possible.
Leaning back against the wall, I look down to where our bodies connect.
His legs stand on either side of the toilet while he moves in and out of me in long strokes.
I pull him in again and this time there is something more painted in our kiss.
The way lovers say goodbye with just a look.
It’s heart wrenching and unfair. He pulls away to trail kisses along my neck with soft nips in between each.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” His words snap me out of my thoughts in a cold shower of emotions.
Ghost’s pet name rings in my ears over and over.
Dragging me from the present and back to our last night together.
At this moment, it feels like a lifetime ago.
My mind spirals as shame and pain filters into my veins.
My breathing becomes erratic while my heartbeat pounds in my ears.
“Blake, get off of me.” I say, barely above a whisper.
Things move in slow motion as my vision funnels in and out.
He looks up while taking in the ever apparent look of turmoil written on my face.
He freezes his other movements instantly and slips out quickly.
Holding my face in his hands, he looks over my features.
His hands feel like ice cubes against my burning skin.
Skin that burns for a mysterious man of darkness.
“Everly, talk to me. Did I hurt you?” I almost want to laugh at him.
The pain I feel in my body is not the kind that can be delivered through hands.
It’s the kind of pain etched into my soul.
Tattooed on the vertebrae over my heart, is carved only one name.
My blood struggles to fuel my brain or heart, driving me to insanity and heart failure.
The weight of this emptiness is suffocating.
“You can’t hurt me. Nothing compares to the pain that has chased me for months.
” I climb down from the toilets and apologize weakly as I push him out of my way.
Rushing from the bathroom, tears burn my eyes and my vision strains as I attempt to find an exit.
I can hardly breathe from the lack of oxygen meeting my lungs.
I hyperventilate as panic takes over. Ghost’s words echo on repeat in my head.
Words of love and loyalty all wrapped up in a pretty bow of lies.
“They can’t save you, sweetheart.” Blake’s airy voice in my ear draws me back to screaming awareness of the fact that his hand is dipping between my now parting thigh.
The dim lights offer some form of privacy but not enough.
If any of them looked over long enough, they could see the naughty things Blake is doing to my body.
His hand pushes further down until his middle finger brushes my folds through the fabric.
I bite my lips to stifle a moan. Ghost was right, I like to be watched.
The risk of being caught only enhances the experience.
His fingers slide the thin lace material of my panties away allowing him bare access to my pussy.
Somehow, even in this literal hotbox of a vehicle, a chill creeps upon my skin.
He pushes a finger between my folds and rubs my clit in determination.
He’s going to make me cum before we get to the club whether I like it or not.
“Eyes open. Watch how far I can push you in a car full of people just feet away. Any moment they could see how you are unraveling with just my fingers.” He leans over until his breath tickles my neck.
His head tilts and he nibbles at the skin below my ear.
I do as he said and look at the group just beyond us.
The pressure of a boiling orgasm builds low in my pelvis.
My heart hammers in my chest as my breathing only gets more erratic.
What would happen if they saw? Would he make them watch me come undone in a moaning mess?
He dips further until two fingers are inserted into my entrance while his thumb continues its assault.
His other hand grips my knee, forcing my legs to stay open.
I look at him as I notice just how close we are.
His lips are centimeters from mine. He casts his eyes over my face, taking in my strained expressions of ecstasy.
“Are you going to cum right in front of them, Everly?” He asks but he knows the answer. I will even if I couldn’t help it.
“Yeah, you are.” He answers for me. My orgasm builds up so fast I don’t have time to realize it before I’m crashing over the edge.
I start to moan out but he pulls my head into his.
The kiss is aggressive; it drowns out my moans as my legs shake in spasms. He retrieves his fingers from my apex and brings them to his mouth.
He slides them into his mouth while his eyes roll back and he groans at the taste. If I wasn’t drooling before, I am now.
Just before I am able to break the silence between us, we pull up in front of the club. I give Blake one last look with a gulp before climbing out of the limo and onto the street. The building is a dark marble with gold embellishments and white neon lights. Its chic
detailing indicates its expensive construction.
There are hoards of people behind red velvet ropes waiting for entrance into this elite club.
Music can be heard from the street in rhythmic thumps.
The sound builds to a boom and tapers as the door randomly opens and closes, with waves of people entering or exiting.
We climb out of the limo and stand on the street taking in our surroundings.
“Are we going in or what?” James says melodramatically and we laugh at his annoyance.
“Let’s do this thing.” I say with a chuckle as we make our way to the door.