Chapter 14 Briggs
Briggs
Tucker and I don’t even have to sneak in.
We waltz through the front door of Tyler’s place unnoticed while Wren and Maya are dancing on the makeshift dance floor, completely oblivious of our presence.
We walk through the room and find a seat on the sectional where Kellen and some other people are sitting.
I lean back into the leather pillows and take in my little bird dancing in the center of the room.
She is wearing a black short dress, showing off her bare long legs with a pair of matching heels.
Her hips sway from side to side with the music and her long, brown hair falls in big curls down her back.
She looks like she is here to get fucked.
The thought enrages me. Did she really think she could come here and get away from me?
Let someone else touch what’s mine? I’m going to have to teach her a lesson about that.
Can’t have her think she can run around and do whatever she pleases.
Kellen grabs a beer out of the cooler beside him and hands it to me without a word.
I twist the top open and take a big sip, letting the cool and crisp liquid run down my throat until it lands heavy in my empty stomach.
Shit, I didn’t even eat dinner yet. I was too busy dropping Tia off at the babysitters on the other side of town.
I guess beer is my dinner then. I take another swig, sinking further into my seat to relax a little before I drag Wren out of here by her hair.
From where I’m sitting, I have a perfect view of my toy.
My gaze is glued to her body’s rhythmic movements to the music.
The dress she is wearing making her ass look like it’s begging to be squeezed.
The tight, strapless dress is pushing up her breasts in a delicious way.
My cock stirs. She is a beautiful girl and right now she looks downright delicious.
Thoughts of her lips wrapped around my cock swirl through my mind, only adding to the blood rushing to my dick. Fuck. I want her. All of her.
I finish my beer and set the empty bottle on the side table next to me.
Wren is holding one of Maya’s hands while clutching onto a red solo cup with her other. She leans into her friend and says something to her that makes both of them laugh loud enough for me to hear it over the blaring music. They laugh and hug each other.
While her cup is behind Maya’s back, Tyler takes the opportunity to drop something into her cup. She doesn’t notice and before I can get up from my seat, I see Wren take a big sip of whatever is in her cup.
Not thinking about what I’m doing, I get up on my feet. My legs move on their own as I cross the room to where Wren is standing, drinking her spiked drink. She doesn’t see me coming.
“I think you’ve had enough of that,” I say, grabbing the drink from her hand roughly.
“What the…” Her words get stuck in her throat when she looks up at me and recognition sets in. Her lips turn into a frown.
“You didn’t think you could come here and have fun without me, did you?”
“I figured you were done stalking me,” she slurs a little. Now that I’m closer, I can see how glassy her eyes are. She is drunk.
“How much did you have to drink? And if you say none of your business, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your ass in front of everybody.”
Her eyes go wide, and she knows I’m not joking.
“Four or five,” she tells me, chewing on her plump bottom lip while swaying a little on her feet. Yeah, she is definitely drunk.
I look over her shoulder to where Tyler is nervously staring at me, clutching his beer bottle like his life depends on it. I wave him over.
“What’s up, man?” he greets me with a shaking voice. “I didn’t know you knew each other.” He tries to defend himself, knowing he fucked up.
“I’m going to use your bedroom,” I announce.
“Yes! Of course.” Tyler sounds relieved. “Up the stairs, second room on the right. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I think you’ve done enough,” I answer with a smirk, letting him know I saw what he did. He gulps.
I turn my attention back to Wren, who is looking at me with terror in her pale baby blues. “I’m not going upstairs with you.” I hand the red solo cup to Tyler before grabbing Wren around her waist and lifting her up. She yelps as I throw her over my shoulder. “Let me down!”
“Hey!” Maya appears in front of me, her arms folded in front of her chest. “Let her down,” she orders me, and I’m impressed by how brave she is.
I’m about to tell her to fuck off when Tucker swoops in and grabs her arm, pulling her out of my way. Her face turns pale, and her vigor leaves her body. She knows she is in trouble now.
Wren is bringing her tiny fists down on my back as I carry her up the stairs and to the bedroom. Once inside, I lock the door behind us and let her down. She brushes some long strands of hair from her face and pulls down the hem of her dress where it was riding up.
“Everyone just saw my ass,” she slurs, and I almost laugh.
“What?”
“The way you were carrying me flashed my ass to everyone.” That’s what she is worried about? That her dress rode up as I carried her, not that I have her alone in a locked room.
“Maybe you should have worn something less revealing. Were you trying to get fucked?”
“What? No! It’s just a dress.”
“Mhhh… I think you wanted some cock tonight. That’s what you came here for,” I accuse.
“No! That’s not true.” She hugs her stomach like she suddenly feels exposed and is trying to hide herself. “I came here to get away from you, not for sex.”
“Don’t worry, you can still have some dick tonight. It just won’t be Tyler’s.” I take a step toward her, and she takes a bigger, wobbly step back.
“I’m not giving you another blow job.”
“I didn’t ask for a BJ.” Although I enjoyed her mouth very much, I’m ready for something more.
“I’m not sleeping with you either.”
“Are you sure about that?” She shudders at my words. “What are you going to do to stop me? If you fight, it will just be worse for you… and better for me.”
Finally, realization sets in. She glances toward the door as if she is thinking about making a run for it. I shake my head at her. Fear swirls in her big blue eyes, and my cock is now at full attention.
“I’ll go to the police,” she threatens, making me smile wider.
“My word against yours. Who do you think will win that?” She knows I’m right. I can see the anguish in her face.
“You’re sick,” she whispers in defeat.
“I know. Now, why don’t you start by getting out of that dress?”
“No.” She shakes her head, taking another step back until her ass bumps against the bed frame. Her hand suddenly flies up to cover her mouth. “I don’t feel so good,” she whines.
I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the drugs in her system kicking in, but either way, I don’t want her to throw up on me.
“Lie down on the bed,” I order, and to my utter surprise, she obeys.
Taking her little cross body purse off, she drops it on the floor before turning around to climb onto the mattress with sluggish limbs.
She lies down in the center with a groan.
“I don’t feel right,” she says slowly, with her eyes closed. One of her hands comes up to rub her cheek. “I feel funny.”
“Yeah, that’s the roofies kicking in.”
“The what?” she asks with her eyes closed.
“The drugs Tyler put in your drink,” I explain. “You only took a few sips, so you should still remember most of this in the morning. At least I hope so.”
A shudder runs through her body. Her arms drop to her sides, her chest rising and falling in quick succession while I stalk over to where she is lying.
I get to the edge of the bed and a warm feeling spreads through my chest, reminding me that I took an edible on the way over here. One that’s starting to kick in now. Smiling, I let the warmth of the weed engulf me. This is going to be fun.
Kicking off my shoes, I climb onto the king-sized bed to kneel next to her. She doesn’t even try to scoot away. Not when my knees make contact with her legs, and not when I lift each of her feet to slip her heels off. Her eyes remain closed and for a moment, I think she is completely passed out.
I should probably care that she is out, but all I want is her naked.
Especially now that I’m feeling the effect of the edible.
I want to feel her skin on mine even more.
I find the zipper on the side of her dress.
Pushing her arm away, I unzip her slowly before pulling the dress down her slender body.
She isn’t wearing a bra, and her tits spill free. I groan.
Shoving the dress all the way down her legs, I throw it on the ground next to the bed. When I straighten back up, I find her eyes open and looking straight at me. They are a bit unfocused now. Almost like she is looking through me.
“You still with me, bird?”
“Yes,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
“Good, I’d rather have you awake for this.” I hoped to draw out some fear with my threat, but her face stays blank, her emotionless eyes follow my every move.
Dipping my fingers into the waistband of her pink cotton panties, I pull them down her legs until she is completely naked. Fuck, she is a sight. I move between her legs, spreading them wide enough for me to kneel in between.
Then I take in everything before me. My little bird sprawled out naked in front of me. Her pussy spread and on full display, has my mouth watering. Her cunt looks good enough to eat. I’ve never bothered to go down on a girl before, but now I wonder what she would taste like.
I look back up at her face, disappointed by the drugged out expression on her face. I prefer her hate and fear. None of which are present right now. She simply stares at me, waiting for what I’ll be doing next.
“You don’t look scared,” I point out, disappointed.
“I feel…” She starts, trying to find the right words. “Just fuck me already.”
“Well, it’s no fun like this. You are way too into this.”