Epilogue
DANICA
Later
The Devil in I by Slipknot
“Fuck, baby, right there,” I moan as I roll my hips again, pleasure beginning to build in my core.
The guy beneath is fine, nothing worth writing home about, but he’ll do for the evening.
He has soft brown hair and warm honey eyes.
He’s sweet. One day he’ll make an excellent boyfriend for some lucky girl.
But it won’t be me. His cock is thick and long and uncut, and each roll of my hips pushes him deeper inside in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
He has a great cock, but skill with it—not so much.
After several minutes of fingers and skin scraping around, I decided to take control of things if I have any hope of coming.
He paws at my breast, not really doing much of anything. “You like that, slut?” he asks with absolutely no conviction as I start to bounce up and down on his length.
I mean… not really… probably shouldn’t tell him that though.
At nineteen, I’m officially aimless. A wandering high school graduate with an entire future at her feet but no clear direction.
The endless possibilities of the real world are all too real.
Colleges and scholarships and work studies and…
fuck! It’s too much. I’d rather get lost in a stranger than face the reality of my open-ended, unclear existence which sits on the precipice of tomorrow.
“More,” I groan as the intrusive thoughts and anxieties begin to fill my head again, chasing away the ecstasy of now with the worry of tomorrow.
“You want more, slut,” he growls as he pistons his hips upward. His cock hits my cervix and the pleasure and pain momentarily silence the voices in my head.
“Yes!” I groan as he bounces me up and down. “Fuck, you have a nice cock.”
“It’s fine,” a smooth, deep voice whispers in my ear as hands reach around me, finding my nipple and twisting expertly. I cry out in pleasure and pain, my pussy pulsing. “But I think a girl like you needs more, huh?”
I was so lost in the moment I didn’t hear someone slip inside the room.
Hell, I didn’t even notice this guy was in the room until he was twisted around me like a snake.
The smell of weed and whiskey wrap around me, filling my senses with him.
His hands caress me expertly, reverently, as if I’m a prize.
I moan in response, and I can feel the rumble of approval in his chest through my back.
“Fuck off, bro,” the guy beneath me says as he stops moving, making me sag in annoyance. “This chick’s mine. Find your own to fuck.”
The new stranger bends me slightly forward with a gentle push to my back. He spits, warm saliva dripping down my crack in a way that has my hips rolling. His fingers smear the combined wetness of his saliva and my desire around my tight back opening.
“No,” he says slowly, without haste, as he slips a single finger inside my ass, pumping in and out gently. “We’re gonna share Danica tonight.”
My head whips around in alarm. I take him in—he’s tall and muscular without being too bulky.
He has pale skin and jet-black hair. His lips quirk up in a cocky smirk, his canines glimmering in the low light of whoever’s bedroom we’ve all wandered into at this house party.
But it’s his eyes that are truly hypnotizing—bright green and full of the promise of mischief.
I am certain I don’t know this guy, so how does he know my name?
“Dude, I’m not really into that guy-on-guy stuff,” the man beneath me protests, but his cock swells and jerks inside me. Liar.
“Do I know you?” I ask the guy who currently has two fingers, knuckle deep, pumping in and out of my ass, stretching me nice and wide.
“I’ve seen you around, Danica. Your sad little soul called out to me, begging for my brand of salvation.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “I think we could have a good time together, don’t you?”
The question is innocuous enough on the surface, but a small part of me cries out in protest. There’s something about this stranger that screams danger and destruction. He has the eyes of the devil.
But then he undoes his pants, letting loose his monster cock, and my brain short-circuits. Fuck caution. Let’s party.
“You want a taste?” he goads as he begins to pump his very impressive length in tandem with the tempo of his fingers inside me. “Get it nice and wet so I can slide inside?”
I nod like the desperate whore I am, my pussy clenching at the thought.
My hips begin to roll again as he retracts himself, coming to stand in front of me and offering me himself.
The head of his dick is already red and weeping as I bring it to my lips.
My tongue darts out to lick up the salty precum. I hum in appreciation of his taste.
“That’s it, Danica,” my stranger praises as I find a rhythm, riding up and down on one cock, while taking another deeper and deeper into my mouth. “Such a good girl.”
“Oh shit,” the guy beneath me whispers in reverence as his hands grip my hips. “This is so fucking hot.”
Without warning, the intruder rips himself from my mouth. I pant and pout at the loss. He runs his thumb along my lower lip.
“As sweet as this mouth is,” he says, moving back around behind me and pushing me back downward. “I want to fill this fucking ass with my cum, not your throat.”
I cry out as the throbbing head of his cock pushes against my tight opening. I feel like I’m being split in two. I can’t take it. Tears prick my eyes and I shake my head.
“Relax, beautiful,” he whispers sweetly in my ear. His hand comes around front to find my swollen clit. He begins rubbing the tight bundle of nerves. “I need you to relax so I can slide inside, okay?”
I take a deep breath and focus on how good his fingers feel, how herbal and spicy he smells, how warm and hard his body feels pressed against mine. He’s everything, and I want him—I want him badly.
“There you go, Danica,” he says on a moan as my body melts into his touch and his cock slides inside me inch by fat fucking inch. “Such a good cock whore.”
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” the guy beneath me mutters, his hips sputtering. “That’s so fucking tight.”
Suddenly, the man behind me grabs the other man by the throat, squeezing—hard. “You will NOT come yet. Not until we’ve fucked this little slut into oblivion. Am I clear?”
The sweet man with honey eyes nods, his face distorted with fear.
It should probably alarm me how aggressive my stranger is but some twisted part of me likes it, wants the danger and chaos this man’s presence exudes.
I’m so turned on by his possessive aggression that my pussy gushes, and he slides in all the way, bottoming out in my ass with a moan.
“There’s a good girl,” he praises. “We’re both gonna fuck you now,” he warns as he raises himself back up. “And you’re gonna scream for us.”
His hips pull back, his hands on my hips lifting me upward. He pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build before shoving me back down. He spears me on one cock while thrusting his own back deep inside my ass. I cry out, the feeling of fullness and pleasure ripping through me like fire.
“That’s it Danica,” he grits out through clenched teeth as both men begin to move, fucking me mercilessly in both holes. The only choice I have is to hold on and let the pleasure wash over me. “Scream for me, cream for me, baby.”
And I do. I cry out loud enough to wake the dead as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. My entire body writhes with electric pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy shoots through me.
“Oh fuck,” the man inside my pussy groans as he loses his will to hold on, shooting rope after rope into the condom he’s wearing.
“That’s it, Danica,” the stranger behind me whispers against the shell of my ear as he thrusts into me one final time. “Milk these fucking cocks, like my good fucking girl.”
He unloads inside me, his cock throbbing in my ass. Wave after wave of warm cum coats my insides as both men empty inside me. The feeling of their releases filling me sends me over the edge again. My mind goes completely blank, and for one blissful moment, I’m completely free.
When I come to, I’m lying on the bed on my back.
My entire body throbs with pleasure. I suck in a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs.
The scent of weed and whiskey fills the air and I turn my head slowly to the left.
The orange tip of his joint burns bright in the darkness as he lights up and takes a hit.
The herbal smell fills the room as he breathes out the smoke.
I turn to my right to see the other guy swiftly buckling his belt and slipping his shoes on simultaneously. Clearly, he’s out.
Bye, I guess.
“We’re gonna have fun, you and me,” the dark-haired stranger says as he takes another hit. “My sister’s gonna hate you though.” He chuckles to himself as though something he said is funny.
“I don’t even know your name,” I remind him as I watch him out of the corner of my eye.
“I’m Jonathan,” he says with a slow smirk. “My twin sister and I moved here from a town called Sunnyvale after our high school burned to the ground.”
I stare at him for a minute, trying to figure out just exactly who this guy is and where he came from. And, most importantly, what it is he wants with me.
As if reading my mind, he blows out a cloud of perfumed smoke before his bright green gaze lands on my own. “Are you ready for the best summer of your life, Danica?”