16. Cin
Cin
The bunny patch party is in full swing, the abandoned house walls shake with the music that’s blaring over black box speakers. Heat rises as I make my way deeper into the party, bodies move and pulse around me. Wandering hands brush my body as I push through the crowd.
I know he’ll be here, as he’s the hottest topic on most girls’ lips these days. Life of the party, king of campus, untouchable Talon Rossi. No one parties without him I assume. Since I’ve not deigned to party with any of these asshats, I can’t say for certain my thoughts are correct, but my gut says he’ll be here.
And I have a plan, granted, not a great one. I know he texted me pretending to be Cody. Cody isn’t even on campus, so why would he want me to come to this orgy party without him? Especially since I haven’t even had sex with him. Or anyone for that matter.
Two men at the door collect my phone and remind me that what happens here, stays here, and to be safe. They handed me four condoms and it takes me a moment to really register the foil packets.
Why the hell am I here?
I certainly don’t want to lose my virginity in this crap hole, but a part of me is nervous that I’ll be tempted to just get it over with. In the past something’s always held me back every time I’ve gotten close, and I choose to believe that it’s for a reason.
Walking in, I make my way up the stairs leading up to a balcony with only a few doors. I’m shocked that a house of this size only has a few rooms. Though, when I open the closest door I quickly learn why. The rooms are massive. King beds dot the space, and skin glistens as I take in all kinds of people in different states of undress.
Skin ranging from pale to black shines under the dim lighting, and I slam the door. Placing my back against the door, I inhale a few deep breaths. Deciding, fuck the plan; I’m not going into another orgy room.
I’m leaving.
Toby climbs the stairs then, interrupting my escape down. His eyes lock on mine, and he looks so much like his brother that I pause there on the second step from the top. He takes the stairs two at a time, reaching me in a breath.
Seemingly without thought, his lips land on mine. I can’t push him away, because fear that he’d fall down the stairs keeps me rooted here with his lips on mine. They’re soft, and guide mine like he is trying to convey a message.
My thoughts flick to Gemma and I step back, breaking the kiss with a turn of my head. I’m dizzy with thoughts, they swirl and pick at my brain.
“Follow me,” his voice is scratchy and hoarse, as if my kiss did something to him, “trust us, at the very least.”
All I can see are his features and damn him, I do trust him. My instincts are rarely wrong so I willingly follow him, curious about the kiss, and even more concerned about the repercussions. I have no idea what that means, but by ‘us’ I hope he means Gemma is trustworthy too. I’ve been crushing on her since the moment we met. I wouldn’t mind messing around with her, but both of them? The thought sends butterflies through my stomach. Anticipation and worry churn through my system.
“Toby…” I start as he threads his fingers through mine, and guides me to a closet. Two people are already in here, and one word from Toby has them scrambling to right themselves and get out.
He pulls me in once they’re out, eyes searching the hall before he closes us in. Good thing I’m not scared of small spaces…
“Why are you here Cin?” He starts in a stern voice, “you know Talon wont stop fucking with you until he breaks you.”
“I’m not scared of your brother, Toby,” I scoff. He must think real highly of his brother if he thinks the shit he’s done will break someone like me.
“He doesn’t play fair,” he’s frazzled, pulling at his hair as he speaks, “Talon’s… not a fan of women.”
“You don’t say?”
Toby eyes me in the sliver of light a bulb above us provides, “Cin, he won’t hesitate to hurt you.”
“Okay,” I eye the door, considering leaving Toby in here and trying to find Talon to call him out on his bullshit text, but something about the way Toby is standing in here warning me about his brother, gives me pause.
“But,” he says almost in a whisper, halting my train of thought, “Gemma and I have a… plan of our own to help you out, if you’re interested.”
“To help me out?” I repeat, confused and a little suspicious of the timing.
He nods, and I swear I’m witnessing Toby blush.
“Gemma has this inkling that you might like her,” he bites his lip, as if waiting for me to confirm or deny his statement. Which I don’t because… I have a feeling I know where this is going, and although I’m not above getting down and dirty with Gemma, I’m not so sure about Toby.
Fuck .
“So,” he continues on when I don’t speak, “she’s waiting in the other room, where Talon just happens to be, let me take you there, I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, but having Talon’s plan implode, and seeing his face when it happens? I promise it will be priceless.”
“So you get to what? Watch?” I can’t help the seductive tone that rears it’s head, thinking about someone watching me with their girlfriend is hot as fuck.
He nods, “I love watching Gemma eat,” his eyes never leave mine, “I know you’re a virgin, and I’ll respect that… but if you really want to get under Talon’s skin, let me touch you. You say the word and I’ll stop and get you out of the room without a fuss.”
My brain must have left my body the moment I walked into this closet with Toby, because I’m actually inclined to accept his proposal. Seeing Talon unravel will be the highlight of my year, and it may just be the straw that breaks his willpower to continue coming after me.
Maybe I don’t have to lay hands on him to fuck with him.
“How do you know he’ll watch? That he won’t approach?”
He snorts, “because he won’t expect you to go through with it. He’s banking on the fact that you’re a virgin.”
“You keep saying that, but how do you know it’s true?”
“Cody–”
I scoff and nod, of course he did. With the male group chat thing I guess, in his own way, he’s trying to stick up for me.
Standing up tall I throw my shoulders back and wrap my arms around Toby’s neck. Plant my lips on his and smile when I say, “let’s go fuck with Fish Boy.”
He laughs and squeezes me to his chest, opening the door he pulls me out after him with our fingers intertwined. He passes the first two doors before opening the last and there she is.
Standing in the middle of the room is Gemma, naked and fucking stunning.
My mouth drops open, and Toby tilts his head down to my ear, “Talon is in the corner, far right.”
With people all around her in a state of frenzy, she looks like a goddess, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Long blonde hair gently waving down her shoulders, slim body that’s tilted at the hips just enough to show the little patch of curls on her pussy.
I can feel Toby’s breath on my neck, puffs of air that send shivers over my skin.
He kisses my neck, “this okay?”
I nod and watch as he walks to her, like a magnetic force couldn't keep them apart. He kisses her, lips commanding over hers, tongues meeting in a clash of dominance. He groans as he grips her neck and forces her to look at him, whispering something against her lips.
If I wasn’t watching as close as I am, I would have thought they were kissing. When they break apart, her eyes drift back to mine. Gemma’s smile is trained on me, and damn me , she looks hungry. Slowly she makes her way to where I stand, our eyes never leaving one another.
She lifts her hand and trails her fingers over my jaw, leaning in to brush her lips against mine, a small whisper of a kiss, as if seeking permission. Her lips are as pillowy as I’d guessed. “God, Cin,” she murmurs before planting her lips on mine and confidently leading this kiss. Her tongue weaves expertly through my mouth, tangling with mine as I lose my mind.
We kiss for what feels like hours, but could only have been minutes when I break away and lean my forehead against hers.
“Toby said…” I start to tell her what he said, about me liking her. I have been crushing on her since she rescued me from the elevator, and I wanted to make sure this is something she wants to do, not something she feels like she has to do.
“What happens at the bunny patch stays at the bunny patch,” Toby’s voice is in my ear, his body heat against my back. That should have scared me, knowing my guard was down so far that I didn’t feel him approach.
She smiles, lips curling up and ghosting over mine, “I’m so happy you’re here,” she runs her palm along my neck, thumb tracing a track under my chin, “you’re stunning, Cin.”
Her hand grips my neck and she pulls me back into another kiss that has me panting into her mouth. I can feel calloused hands lifting my shirt, lips peppering kisses on my shoulder.
Gemma’s hands rove over my exposed flesh, her moans into my mouth feel like praise and I eat them up and swallow them down.
Sinking to her knees in front of me with a smirk made of pure sin, I know she also wants this. “Let me fuck your cunt with my mouth, New Girl,” she begs loud enough that I know everyone can hear.
My God, I’m going to combust with lust just watching her on her knees for me.
My skirt is being hiked up around my waist, tights and thong ripped away to expose my pussy. On her knees, Gemma inhales my scent and blows gently on me, as Toby gathers my skirt into one hand and trails his other down my body to circle my clit. The illicit nature of what we are doing means there’s no resistance as Toby pushes a finger inside me. The noise is obscene as he pumps in and out.
I’m drenched, with beautiful Gemma on her knees for me, begging to eat my pussy. I can’t contain the moan that rips from my throat as Toby adds another finger. The pressure of the heel of his palm against my clit sends shockwaves through my body.
It’s the farthest I’ve ever gone, and I’m lost, begging for more.
“Look at how eager she is,” Toby says near my ear. He tucks the end of my skirt into the waistband and uses his newly freed hand to circle my throat, tilting my head down so my eyes clash with Gemma’s, “how eager are you, baby?”
He accentuates his words by pumping his fingers harder, making the wetness of my arousal run over his fingers and drip to the floor.
“Please,” her voice is breathy, eyes watching my wetness leak down my thighs. Hunger flashes in her eyes as she gets closer.
I nod against Toby’s grip on my throat, and she smiles. He barely has time to move his hand before her tongue is against my thigh, lapping up my arousal like it’s her favorite flavor. She buries her nose in my pussy, pulling another moan from me and behind me I hear Toby release a breathy fuck .
“Fuck,” she whimpers, echoing Toby, stroking her tongue from my entrance to my clit, while Toby brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. He groans and I can feel the hard length of him push into the flesh of my ass.
“Still okay, Cin?” He confirms, releasing my throat.
Nodding, I bite my lip to keep the noises at bay. If not, I’m going to mewl and scream while Gemma eats like she is starved, and Toby grinds into me. I’ve never felt like this before, it’s heady, and addictive.
She attacks my pussy with precision. Playing my body like she’s always known how. Toby runs his tongue along my clavicle, pushing my top down to expose my breasts. He nips my neck as Gemma works to pull what is possibly going to be the best orgasm I’ve ever had out of my body.
“Cum all over her face, New Girl,” he says as his eyes hook on mine, “show me how much you’ve wanted this.”
I fucking lose it, riding Gemma’s face as she licks and sucks, and moans. I make noises I didn’t know I could make, legs shaking. I lean on Toby for support as he kisses my neck and twists my nipples, adding more stimulation and prolonging my orgasm.
Gemma places gentle kisses along my exposed skin, kissing her way up my body, and pulls my mouth to hers to kiss me again.
I can taste myself on her lips and I want more.
God. I want more.
But more isn’t the plan, and in my haze of lustful thoughts I feel a pulse of ire on me. Eyes damning me for enjoying anything that isn’t given by the king himself.
Gemma whispers in my ear, “you’re welcome,” and smiles against my jaw.
My gaze snags on green eyes, boring into mine.
He saw everything, and he’s pissed.
His eyes are like liquid fire, blazing a path over all my visible flesh. Dark hair wrapped around his fist as whoever is on their knees bobs over his cock.
Toby turns my face to his, the slash of a smile on his lips tells me he knows how much I’ve won this round. The way Gemma’s hands still roam my body, and the unspoken question in his cocked eyebrow lets me know, if I want to go any further it will be my choice.
I want to break Talon.
I want him to feel as out of control as I feel when his eyes scorch my body. But as much as I’m enjoying this with Gemma and Toby, I can’t bring myself to fuck either of them.
“I think I should probably…” I whisper.
“Watch him,” Toby orders, hands still pursuing my breasts, pulling on my nipples and earning another low groan from my throat. Talon and I, our eyes are locked, and the way he roughly thrusts into the girl's mouth makes me wonder what it’s like.
I shouldn’t, I really really shouldn’t, but something about Talon is starting to burrow its way into my brain. I don’t know what it is, but I’m starting to crave his harsh words. I look forward to pressing his buttons, and God forgive me, but I want to kiss him. I want to feel his lips command mine…
“You’re under his skin,” Gemma says, rubbing her body against mine and drawing Toby’s lips to hers, “Talon hates what he claims he doesn’t want.”
My brain is foggy, and I know I shouldn’t be here anymore. That whenever Talon finishes he’ll come for me, and I don’t trust myself right now to stick by my choices.
Slipping out from between the two, I right my clothes and sprint from the room. I’m almost to the exit when a hand grips my wrist right before I get to the front door and I spin around, gripping the hand and bending back the fingers.
“I told you never to touch me,” I spit.
“Yeah, Spice, I remember,” he spits with his own type of venom, “fucking lying whore. Don’t touch my brother again.”
I laugh, because of course that’s what this has always been about, “why are you so concerned with my sexual partners? Hmm?”
“Because I can recognize a snake when I see one,” he growls.
“Then how does it feel looking in the mirror everyday?”
His mouth pops open and I use his impotence as a way to exit as fast as I can, leaving him with that.
He doesn’t deserve my truths, and I doubt her ever will. Soon enough I’ll be out of Ravard and once Mama finishes her assignment I’ll never have to see him again.