Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
KASS
B buzzed me through the front entrance of their building, and now I stand outside their apartment door.
Shortly after the group chat started, I learned that not only was Fia her friend, but she's also B's roommate.
I couldn't decide if that made things better or worse that B is letting me hook up with her roommate.
For someone who always speaks her mind, that woman is impossible to read.
I don’t know why I’m hesitating. I’m not nervous, I’ve done this before.
It’s just been a little while, and usually I’m under the influence of something.
I brought some edibles in my bag, but I wanted to wait and see what the vibes were before diving into that.
From what little I know about B, my guess is that she’s already high.
Before I can even reach out to knock, the door opens.
“Hi.”
Fia stands before me, the girl from B’s picture. The girl I've been chatting with all week. I feel like I already know her, but this is the first time we’re actually meeting.
“Hey, I’m Kass.”
B is nowhere in sight, but I hear her voice drift from somewhere in the depths of the apartment. “She knows who you are, dumbass.”
Fia’s soft-looking lips tighten into a smirk. “Don’t mind her, she gets extra sassy when she’s sexually frustrated.”
“Well, then she must always be sexually frustrated when she’s around me.”
Fia laughs and steps through the door, giving me an unexpected hug. “It’s nice to meet you.”
The embrace is quick, but long enough for me to smell her floral scent. I don’t know if it’s her shampoo or perfume, but she smells delicious.
“Come on in.”
I step into the darkened apartment, only lit by a few lamps spread throughout the main living space.
The external wall is made of old, worn-out brick, like the outside of the building.
The rest are covered by art, hanging plants, and furniture, but I can see some cracks in the plaster peaking through.
It’s cozy and warm, with no lack of personality. Exactly what I expected.
“Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Sure.”
“We’ve got beer, seltzers, wine, water…”
“I’ll take water, thanks.”
“Boring!” B follows her voice into the living room, coming from the only hallway that branches off from the main living area. She waltzes right up to me and, without saying anything else, she steps right into my face and sticks her fingers in my partially open mouth. “At least take one of these.”
They’re sweet and a bit sour. As she pulls her fingers out, I clamp my lips around them and suck, making her smile, begrudgingly, up at me.
I chew the gummy, immediately recognizing it as one of the peach-flavored edibles she gave me at the art museum.
“You trying to drug me, Blake?”
She hesitates for a moment, like she's taken aback by me calling her by her last name. The last time I saw her, I called her by her first name. The look she gave me almost killed me, and I don’t want to risk her chomping down on my balls later as payback, so I wanted to try out an alternative nickname.
Her reaction is hard to read, but I’m not getting a death glare, so that’s a good sign.
“Possibly.”
“You know I came here voluntarily for you to take advantage of me, right? No need to knock me out first.”
She’s still standing close to me, her chest almost brushing up against mine.
Fia, who just got back from the kitchen, sets three drinks down on the coffee table, grabbing B’s attention. But it’s only a moment before her eyes are back on me. “Drink up. You’ll need to stay hydrated if you want to keep up with us.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.” With that, she steps back and walks over to the couch, sitting down next to Fia. "Come sit. We don't bite."
This woman.
I walk over to the couch and take a seat between the girls. They both shift in their seats so they’re sitting sideways on the couch, facing me and each other.
B
I take a good look at him as my heart races. His inked skin covers hard muscles that would make anyone’s mouth water. And I haven’t even seen him with his shirt off yet.
We chat for a bit, making small talk that makes me want to blow my brains out. If it were just me here, we'd skip to the good part. But I promised Fia she'd get a chance to talk with him and build some chemistry before we dive in.
"Do you want some more water?" Fia asks, pointing to his empty glass on the table.
"Sure, that'd be great."
Fia grabs his glass and walks to the kitchen, leaving us alone. I've literally had this man's cock in my mouth, so why do I get so on edge when I'm alone with him?
"I'm going to quickly run to the bathroom." I jog down the hall and lock the door behind me.
After spending a few minutes in the bathroom, collecting myself, I flush the toilet and turn on the sink for a bit. I run my hands under the cold water and pat them on the warm skin of my neck. I look at myself in the mirror and whisper, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get your shit together."
When I walk back out to the living room, I find Fia and Kass standing by the door to my bedroom. "You guys getting started without me?"
Fia looks over her shoulder and laughs. "No, just showing him around while we waited for you."
"Don't let me stop you."
Fia looks back at Kass, and he smiles down at her. He's definitely attracted to her, but why wouldn't he be? She's gorgeous, smart, and funny.
A few whispered words are exchanged between them, then he glances over her shoulder at me with a stupid smirk on his face before leaning down to kiss her.
A fire lights low in my belly. It’s not quite an inferno yet, but a slow dancing flame with the capacity to burn much hotter. I watch as she walks him backward into my room.
“You coming?” Kass’s words ring in my ears as my excitement starts to build.
I don’t bother responding. I take a moment to remind myself that I’m here to prove something before following them into the fire.
My bedroom is devoid of light, except for a small lamp in the corner that barely casts a glow over the bed. I watch Kass and Fia’s silhouettes standing pressed together by the bed. He grips the bottom of her shirt and lifts it up over her head in one slow, sensual motion.
Wanting to be a silent observer to this, I walk over to my mattress and crawl on as quietly as I can. But the bed frame creaks, and Kass’s gaze shifts over to me. I settle into my pillows at the head of the bed and stare back at him.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and starts sliding them down over the curve of her ass, eyes locked on me the whole time.
When her pants are on the floor with her shirt, she spins around in his arms to face me. Her backside is pressed against his front, and I can only imagine the heat being exchanged between their points of contact.
He kisses her neck, and her head falls to the side to allow him better access. I hear the sucking and popping of his lips on her skin, and it makes mine tingle as if it were being done to me.
She grabs his hands and puts them where she wants them—one on her breast and the other down the front of her panties. I watch as he caresses her and plays with both hands, making Fia’s eyes flutter shut.
I make use of the time by putting on my favorite sex playlist and stripping down to the lingerie I have hiding under my clothes.
I chose a lacy black bra and a matching thong.
My nipples are already peaking in anticipation, and I know if he looked over here, he could see my piercings through the lace fabric covering my breasts.
But when he lets go of her neck and his eyes find their way back to me, they fixate on something a little further south.
The tattoo.
I’ve always healed quickly, and I assured him I was ready for this, but I know he’s going to look at it before he touches me. He’s annoyingly considerate like that. Then again, maybe he won’t.
He pushes Fia forward onto the bed, and she crawls on top of me. She grabs my chin and turns my face toward hers, gently pressing her lips to mine. When we part, I look down and notice a bruise already forming on her neck. I suck my lower lip between my teeth, hoping he’ll do the same to me.
I hear the sound of a plastic bottle, then gasp as a cold substance lands on my stomach. Is that…?
“Rub that in for me, would ya?” Kass asks Fia.
I look down and watch her soft, feminine hands rove over my stomach, smearing what I’m pretty sure is my lotion. She rubs it in, keeping mostly to my upper stomach, but occasionally swooping down to my panty-line.
“I lotion it every day, Kass.” There’s a sass in my voice that I couldn’t tone down, even if I tried.
“I’m sure you do.”
I swear, if he uses this damn tattoo as an excuse to be gentle with me, I’m going to hurt him. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t.”
He leans over the edge of the bed, putting his weight on his fists. He kisses up Fia's bare side, and she shudders.
I sit up, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable position anymore. I'm always in control in the bedroom, and tonight will be no different.
"Get undressed down to your underwear and lie down," I command him.
He does as he's told with a smirk on his face. As he lifts his shirt up over his head, I admire the hard muscle and ink.
When he's lying face up on my bed, Fia crawls on top of him, settling herself on his lap and grinding against his shaft. I can see him straining against his underwear that is now getting coated in Fia's arousal.
"There's room right here for you," he offers, patting the bed beside him.
I approach on all fours. Fia watches me and grabs my chin when I'm close enough, pulling me up to kiss her.
I'm all consumed by Fia's soft lips and her touch when I feel a large hand on my thigh. Kass lifts one of my legs and puts it on the other side of his head, so I'm now straddling his face.
I push my hips back, putting his face between my legs. He pulls my panties to the side, and I feel his warm tongue run through my center.
"Fuck," I moan into Fia's neck.