34. Reeve
THIRTY-FOUR
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The room feels like it tilted as Victor’s wet tongue shoves itself between my lips, keeping my cock rock hard for the bitch between my legs, slobbing on my knob like it’s her job.
It is.
For tonight.
She sought me right out when I arrived at this stupid-ass party. Brighton always has the best drugs on hand, and I’m not in the mood to do anything but fuck, drink, smoke, and snort my days away.
Bay fucking Astor.
I want the memories of that chick to leave my head for all of fucking eternity. I never want to look at her again or hear her name.
For all I care, she could disappear off the face of the Earth because I didn’t mean shit to her. Which in turn, means she doesn’t mean shit to me.
After a while, I’ll be fine to where I won’t have to rely on recreational drugs to rid myself of the gaping hole in my heart or the dreams that seep into my thoughts when I’m just trying to forget the world for the day.
She’s always there.
She’s always haunting me.
She won’t get the fuck out of my head.
And I hate her for it, so I replace her with someone else, something else.
“You wanna do a centipede for this one, Reeve?” the dude currently in my mouth asks me. “I’ll be in the middle.”
He means with my dick in his ass while he fucks one of the girls.
Except he’s irritating me because he won’t stop fucking talking. I could ignore the fact he’s not the best kisser, but he keeps reminding me he tastes like Cheetos and desperation. Not someone who wants to kiss me just because they want to but because they need or crave something from me.
Something I need from him.
I don’t fuck with dudes on the Forsaken Crew—well, I didn’t up until tonight. I didn’t need the drama, my boys didn't need it either, however, desperate times and all that shit.
Plus, he was there.
Breaking from his lips for some air and because he’s currently fucking with my high, I look down at the chick sucking me off, but the space around me feels different.
More crowded with more eyes.
Glancing up, my next breath involuntarily seizes inside my chest as Bay stands by the door, staring at me with wide eyes and a fucking tight-ass dress that outlines every single one of those luscious curves.
It takes me a few blinks to pull that in.
To pull her in.
I don’t know what the hell she’s doing here or why, but I shouldn’t be that surprised. Bay walks around however she wants and takes what she needs with zero fucks.
However, now that she’s within my view, I’m way too into my high to evaluate what’s happened in the past between us.
Way too high.
I can’t help the deep groan that escapes my throat when the blonde deepthroats me like a champ, but the only girl who has driven me crazy is now standing in front of me with shock and displeasure at the scene taking place before her.
And I’m suddenly disinterested in everything going on around me.
With my elbows, I make room for Victor and the brunette whose titty is in my hand to fuck off me. The blonde’s lips are still wrapped tightly around my dick, and I pry her off gently so I can rise from the couch.
My legs tingle from lack of blood flow as I step over the girl still on her knees and make my way over to Bay.
My heart is on full power, banging in my chest at her arrival. I want to do another line, but that means she might leave this room, and I might not get what I want.
It doesn’t matter that we left at odds and she didn’t want me. All I feel is this intense pleasure that rips through my veins because only she can satisfy me.
She reaches for the door, but I make it in time to softly place my palm on it and keep it closed.
Crowding her against the wall, she smells like honeyed lust and fucking cupcakes.
And I have a sweet tooth the size of this whole damn state.
Leaning forward, my forehead presses into hers, and I deeply inhale her again.
All I want is to be inside her, fast, quick, and slow. Contradictions up the ass, but I can never fully make up my mind on the best way to fuck Bay Astor.
All of them sound fine to me and get the job done.
“Bay Bay McQueen…” Her scent infiltrates my body like another drug, making me feel more awake and alert to her being near. “You fucked up. You shouldn’t have come in here.”
“Reeve…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, which causes me to pull back a bit from her to look down at her.
Those blue eyes, the lightness of them, can never compare to anyone else’s. I saw Matteo’s game to give me a look-a-like the other night. I allowed her to touch me, but here I am.
Standing toe-to-toe-again with the girl of my dreams.
My fingers coil around her hips, and I’m dragging her against me. My eyes close as our foreheads meet again, and I feel her shudder.
“What are you doing?” she mutters, and I expect hostility like last week in South Shore when she found me with two girls, but this time, she’s acting like the battered girlfriend who just accepts my infidelities.
“Playing,” I deadpan.
“You look exhausted. When was the last time you slept or ate?”
No clue.
And honestly, I don’t particularly care. The days blend together, and I never fully allow myself to be sober.
What’s the point?
My palms slide around the curve of her ass. “I have a problem. And I need you to help me rectify it.”
“What is it?” She tries to pull away from me, but I refuse to make this a thing.
To talk about it.
To give her my condition like she cares.
I don’t care.
So, why should she bother?
My lips press into hers then, receiving their warmth before my greedy tongue demands more.
Reluctantly, Bay opens for me. If there’s one thing that works, it’s this. We have a strong need for each other that can’t be quenched or put out. It’s fire between us, and I love burning myself on those flames.
With my fingers, I begin pulling at the fabric of her black dress, feeling victorious when it slings over her voluptuous ass. I waste no time delving a set of digits between her thighs and find the textured material of her panties that cover that pretty little cunt of hers.
Bay moans when the pad of one finger grazes along her clit, and I know she’s not going to fight me on this.
She can marry who she wants, side up with who she believes is going to get her everything she needs, but I’m still able to give her this.
And I need it.
“Reevie…”
My nickname off her lips is a euphoric swell that drowns my senses as I dip a finger underneath her panties and find her soaked.
My cock twitches in carnal need for release.
I need her like another draw of air. Another blitz of blow. A fucking requirement for everything because I feel lacking and empty.
Brushing her clit, I add a finger inside her and feel her tighten around me. The house music seeping underneath the door makes this feel dirty because it’s public. Victor is somewhere behind me, probably pouting, and the two girls are probably making out to get off.
With my hard cock still out and wanting, I lift Bay and feel a surge of energy fill my muscles like a freight train. I’m at the apex of my high, but I’m going to be through the damn moon when I’m inside her.
Her thick thighs faithfully wrap around my waist as I position myself to enter her, but she opens her mouth again, and a tick of annoyance creeps into my skull.
“Let me get you home.”
Home.
She used to be home.
And I don’t need one.
She evicted me, and I was a loyal tenant, and now I’m floating around doing my thing while she does hers.
No loss, no foul.
My mouth collides with hers again to keep her quiet. All I want to hear are her whimpers and moans. The way she welcomes me in and takes what I give.
Positioning my cock, I slide in, receiving a bit of resistance at how tight she is.
The best pussy I’ve been in.
An animalistic growl forms from my throat as her legs squeeze me tighter. Thrusting my hips, my impatience gets the better of me because I want more.
I want deeper.
I want fucking everything she has.
My balls clench as she soaks my raw cock. I’ve wrapped up for everyone but her. I’ll never do that shit. If anything that she got to keep, it was me fucking her bare and without restrictions.
She can have that.
And I’ll take her tight cunt as repayment because it always gets the job done. It always takes me to where I need to go.
My tongue gives her no reprieve as I taste her over and over again. My cock propels in and out as she squeezes me and forces my orgasm to break free.
Not yet.
Not until I hear her scream.
Biting down on her lower lip in warning, Bay stops torturing me and permits my actions to drive us to our climax. I strum my thumb along her sensitive nub, coaxing her to come all over me.
There are so many things I could say, but I’m tired of talking. There’s nothing else to say. Dreams and fantasies are all shot down and to shit now.
I just need this.
One more fix.
One more fuck.
“God, Reeve,” she mumbles through a small gasp. “You feel so good.”
Baby…same.
I know she hasn’t gotten shit from Ozzy. That stupid asshole doesn’t know what to do with his cock. He probably cuts the fucking thing just to get it up.
Which suits me just fine.
I don’t need another reminder of what he has and what he took from me. The little shit hasn’t faced me yet on the matter at hand. He took Bay, and I’m gonna kill him for it.
With her encouragement, I bottom out, causing a small squeal to escape her lips.
I can’t get enough of this girl. If I could, I’d lock her up and fuck her every time I wanted to.
The idea is tempting as fuck.
However, Wallace would probably find her and off me, so it wouldn’t last long. Yet, I’m still intrigued at how many times I could do it before he did locate her.
Thoughts for later.
Because Bay’s cunt squeezes me again, and I’m just about down for the count. I can barely hold on, but she hasn’t come yet.
I’m not going to beg for it.
No, she’s going to give it to me of her own volition. I want to see if this woman can still explode around me and fucking head to the planets and shit.
Spreading her ass, I abandon her clit to see if my dick will do it for her. If my presence will draw out that rapture that’s about to break free from me.
I continue to kiss her like my life depends on it, and Bay answers back with equal fervor. I can’t get enough of how she makes me feel. How it still lives free and wild inside me.
As I bury myself deep again, Bay breaks apart around me. Her guttural moan seeps past my reluctance of my own release, and I come so hard I almost drop her.
Tightening my hold on her ass, I pump out my orgasm, twitching and spasming before I’m burying my face into the crook of her neck and breathing in one last memory of the random scents that she smells like all the time.
I feel the light grip on my hair as Bay threads her fingers in it. Her cheek rests on the side of my head as she comes back down to earth.
But this is it.
I got what I wanted, and now she can go.
Putting her down, I pull out of her and put my dick back in my jeans. I can feel her eyes on me as I do, but I don’t meet her stare.
This was a one-and-done for me tonight and probably for a while because she might not catch me on a graceful night.
Lately, I’ve been cranky and irritated.
Yet, seeing her for the first time in over a week snapped that cord.
“Do you want me to?—”
“You can go,” I order, zipping up my pants and finally coming face to face with those haunting blue eyes. “Thanks for the fuck, McQueen.”
Her jaw drops slightly before she narrows those ocean orbs. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
“Hardly.”
Her hands shoot out and shove me, typical South Shore shit.
She’s not gonna let this go, and using her is probably one of the worst offenses I could’ve done.
Oh well.
“You don’t get to just cast me out because you’re pissed at me,” she grinds out as I regain my footing. “I told you why I had to do what I did.”
“I just did.”
“Stop snorting and pay attention,” she leers. “I don’t feel any differently toward you. You were everything .”
“Fuck you,” I drawl with indifference. I’m not falling for that shit. In fact, I’m not even going to spend the last bit of my energy on it.
My eyelids feel heavy, and I need to sit. I can’t remember the last time I did a line, but I need another one.
I’m starting to get a headache.
“Reeve—”
“Shut up,” I practically whine, bringing my fingers to rub away at the faint pounding in my head. “I don’t need you bitching at me for what I decide to do with my days or my life.”
“You’re not thinking straight. You need to stop doing drugs and focus.”
“On what?” God, I wish she’d stop talking. “I gotta go.”
I go to turn on my heel, but Bay reaches out for me, grabbing me by my bicep as I quickly shrug out of her hold.
“Leave me the fuck alone ,” I clip out. “I used you for what I wanted. Now get fucked.”
I don’t see it.
I don’t see any of it because I’m low on energy, my chin is tucked into my chest, and I’m in need of another boost.
Because I barely feel the hit before my vision blacks out, and I fall into a dark abyss.