Chapter 3 #2
“Oh fuck off.” She laughs, grabbing a wine cooler from the fridge. “I’m hungry. What do you have around here to eat?”
Digging my hand into my pocket, I grab the key to unlock the cupboard. Yes, we lock them, because if we didn’t, they would wipe us clean. And some of us can’t afford to replace everything.
“Chips, popcorn, and candy,” I tell her.
“I’ll take it all.” She nods.
“You on your period or something?” I chuckle, grabbing a few things for her.
“As a matter of fact, I am.” She takes it greedily. “Got any chocolate?”
“Nope.”
“Boo,” she grumbles, ripping open a bag of popcorn.
“Hey, throw over a bag of popcorn,” someone shouts as I go to lock the cupboard back up. Looking over my shoulder, I see one of the hockey guys, I think his name is Danny.
Ignoring him, I lock the cupboard up and grab a handful of popcorn.
“Why does she get popcorn and we don’t?” He pouts, his blond hair hanging over his face. He looks high. Guess he has the munchies.
“Because she lets me fuck her.” I raise a brow, shoving a chip in my mouth.
“I mean, I don’t swing that way, but if it means I get some of that popcorn, I’ll let you stick it anywhere you want.”
Taylor chokes on a mouthful of her food. “Dude,” she rasps. “Are you offering sexual favors to my boyfriend for popcorn? How desperate are you?”
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be him.” He gives Taylor the boy-next-door smile.
“Fuck off before I kick your ass,” I growl.
“Geeze,” he mutters. “Asshole.”
“What is wrong with guys?” Taylor asks, raising a brow.
“A lot,” I answer, sipping the beer I just opened.
We head back to the firepit. Thankfully for Taylor, Aria isn’t back here anymore. But neither are Roland and Bennett.
“I’m going to head inside to piss. Be right back,” I tell Taylor as she gets comfortable next to her brother, who’s talking to a few of our buddies. She nods and waves me off, then slaps Travis’ hand as he tries to take her popcorn.
“East, your girl is mean,” Travis grounds out.
“I don’t know what to tell you, man, don’t mess with a girl's food.” I shrug, chuckling before taking off.
My head is fuzzy, I’m tired from practice, and honestly, I just want to go to bed. Knowing that's not an option for at least another few hours, I head to the bathroom to relieve myself so I can kill time with Taylor.
Normally, I love a good party. Tonight, though, I’m just not feeling it.
I use the bathroom on the top floor because it’s blocked off to partygoers. When I’m done, I wash up and go to head downstairs when I hear a moan.
What the fuck? Did someone sneak up here to be alone? No one should be up here.
There are only three rooms on this floor. Mine, and I’m right here, so it’s not me looking to get lucky. God, I wish.
The other room is Ben’s, but I just saw him downstairs talking to Travis, so it can’t be him.
And then... Fuck. Roland.
My head snaps toward his door. He wouldn’t. They wouldn’t.
Before I know what I’m doing, my feet are carrying me down the hallway.
With each step closer, my heart pounds harder.
Turn around, Easton. It’s none of your business.
Sadly, my body doesn’t agree with my brain.
“Fuck. God, your mouth feels so fucking good. Suck it, Roland. Make me cum.” I know that voice. It’s Bennett.
Thick with arousal, husky with need.
When I peek through the open door, I see Roland on his knees between Bennett’s open thighs as he bobs his head up and down, taking Bennett’s cock. I expect to feel unease, anger, or hurt.
What I don’t expect is my cock to be growing hard as arousal licks down my spine.
Holy fuck, he looks so hot right now.
He’s leaning back, eyes closed, lips parted as his face scrunches up in pleasure. Chest heaving as he struggles to breathe.
His hand is fisted in Roland's hair, forcing him further down on his cock.
My breathing picks up, and pinpricks break out over my body.
I should leave and pretend I didn’t see this.
But I don’t. I stand and watch, an odd sense of wanting fills my chest as I witness Bennett get his cock sucked.
The sounds of sucking and slurping fill the air, and my cock is now fully hard, pressed against my jeans.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Of all the things to be turned on by, this shouldn’t be one of them.
“That’s it,” Bennett groans, and my cock twitches, pre-cum soaking my boxers. “I’m close. Keep going.”
Bennett was always the funny, sweet, and caring kid. I was the grumpy, moody asshole.
From the looks of it, we both took on those traits into high school and college. I’d heard about how sweet and kind Bennett was, how he was the best guy ever. Blah, blah, blah.
So, for a guy who is supposed to be so damn cookie-cutter sweet, I never would have guessed that in the bedroom, he has a dirty mouth.
The way he’s using Roland for his pleasure is rough. And so damn hot.
An image flashes in my mind. One of me on my knees in front of him, my mouth that’s wrapped around his cock as I suck him down, gagging as he comes undone for me.
My cock throbs with need. Reaching down, I give it a squeeze.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bennett snarls. “That’s it. Take it. Take my cock, suck it. Gonna cum. Gonna fill your mouth. Be a good little cum slut and take it all.”
Roland moans, and fuck so do I.
Bennett’s lips part, and his whole body tenses up.
And then he’s opening his eyes, landing his gaze on me as he lets out a primal groan, and fills Roland’s throat with his load.
My eyes widen as his heavy-lidded ones stay locked on mine. His chest heaves, body twitching as he holds Roland down, forcing him to swallow everything.
With his eyes locked on mine, a small curve to his lips, Bennett speaks again. “Good boy.” Is he talking about me, or Roland? Either way, it snaps me out of whatever the hell that was.
Turning, I take off down the hall and dip back into the bathroom I was using earlier. I close the door and lock it before throwing my back against it.
“What the fuck was that?” I growl to myself.
Did he really just cum down another guy's throat while looking at me?
What the hell was I thinking? He probably thinks I’m some kind of perv.
Fuck, what if he tells anyone?
Running a hand through my hair, I grab at the strands and curse.
Going over to the sink, I run the cold water and splash it over my face. It’s not enough to get this overheated feeling to leave, though.
My cock is still hard, painfully so, pressing against my jeans.
Cursing, I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower, turning it to ice cold. “Fuck,” I growl at the shock to my system.
I let the ice-cold water run over me until I’m shivering so badly my teeth are chattering.
When I can’t take it anymore, I turn the water off, pissed off with myself over the fact that my cock is still hard.
“What is wrong with you?” I hiss at the offending member. “He was with another guy.”
When really you were wishing it was you.
Groaning, I know the only way I’m going to get this thing to go down is if I take care of it myself.
My body is still shaking from the cold, so I turn the water back on, but this time it's too hot.
Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my cock. I groan, giving it a hard tug, stroking from root to tip.
I stroke myself hard and fast, wanting this to be over so I can die of shame in peace.
It doesn’t take long before my thighs are shaking, and pleasure begins to fill me, shooting right down to my aching balls. They’re heavy and demanding a release.
The sound of Bennett’s groans as he came undone, and the look on his face as he spilled his load down Roland’s throat, has me racing to the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grunt, moving my fist faster until I’m spilling over my hand, shooting cum all over the shower glass.
Chest heaving, I watch as it slowly runs down, and waves of shame and embarrassment fill me.
Angrily, I grab the shower head and rinse it before cleaning my hand and shutting the shower off.
I grab a towel and dry off the best I can, then shove my clothes back on. I make a stop in my room to grab a hoodie, throwing the hood up to hide my wet hair.
Then I head back down to join Taylor. She’s still sitting with her brother, talking.
“What took you so long?” she asks, a look of concern when she sees my pissed-off, moody face.
“Don’t wanna talk about it,” I grunt, picking her up and putting her on my lap. I wrap my arms around her, seeking her warmth.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and hate how my eyes search the crowd for him.
I wish I didn’t, because when I find him, he’s with a group of people, Roland’s arm around him as he laughs.
It’s a knife to the heart. I shouldn’t feel anything since I don’t like Bennett. I haven’t had feelings for him for a long time.
Who the fuck are you fooling? You damn well know you’ve had some fucked up obsession with this man for years. It’s never gone away, no matter what you tell yourself.
If anything, after what happened tonight, I fear it might be a hell of a lot worse.
I hate myself for wanting him, and I hate him more for making me feel that way.