Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Tempest
A massive fight had broken out at Wet Dreams, meaning Mom and Dad didn’t come home for dinner. I shouldn’t have been surprised, that club would always mean more to them than I did, and Luna was out with Riley like she always was.
I pretended to be asleep when Mom came to check on me when she’d gotten home some time after midnight.
It was now ten in the morning and the house was silent as I snuck out to the bathroom for a quick shower, getting back to my room to sit on the window ledge to smoke a joint before Mom poked her head in.
I didn’t bother trying to hide it, weed was the least of their worries.
“Hey. I’m surprised you stayed last night,” she said as she closed the door behind her and moved to stand beside me.
“Dad wanted to talk,” I said flatly, blowing the smoke out and not looking at her. “Wasted my time, I guess.”
“We’ll talk tonight. Promise,” she said softly, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m busy.”
“Can’t you make some time? It’s important.”
“You mean like you guys made time last night?” I asked sharply, finally turning to look at her. “If it was that important to you, you would’ve been here. As usual, you just proved that I’m right and you don’t give a shit.”
“We do. It was a little hard to leave when someone was stabbed in our club and the cops were everywhere. I’m yours today, I put Milky in charge,” she said with a smile, and I shook my head.
“You could’ve let him take over last night. He knows how to handle cops.”
“I won’t let you keep running from us, baby. You need help.”
I startled her as I stood and shoved her, not giving a fuck about burning the carpet when I dropped what was left of my joint. “Why the fuck would I talk to you even if I needed to? It’s not like you or Dad actually show up. Ryder and Mason have my back more than you do!”
She caught herself before she could fall, watching me warily. “You can always come to me, Tempest.”
“Like I did last night? I sat in the kitchen for two hours before giving up. I decided to humor you guys and be here for dinner, but surprise, your sex club was more important. Bet you did it on purpose. Were you disappointed when you got home to find me still breathing? Did you think I’d slit my wrists again?”
“Tempest, stop,” she choked out, but I laughed.
“Stop what? Telling you the truth? You want to talk about my feelings? I fucking hate you. I hate this house, and I hate that I believed you’d be here like you’d said,” I snapped. “Get out.”
“Tempest—” she begged, but I shoved her again, making her fall this time.
“Fuck you, Mom! You think you’re better than me? You’re nothing but a used-up hooker. How are you any different than me?” I shouted, annoyed by her crying as she clutched her hand to her chest. She needed a reality check.
I grabbed my heels and shoved them on, fixing the buckles on the sides before snatching my handbag to put my phone inside.
I didn’t let her stop me as I stormed past her as she cried on the floor, finding my car keys in the kitchen and feeling grateful that Mason had filled my car up with gas.
I tossed my bag onto the passenger seat once inside the car and I took off, not knowing where I was going but knowing I needed to go somewhere.
I stopped for coffee in Blackwater, hoping I’d run into one of the guys, but I didn’t.
I rejected a call from Dad, switching my phone off to stop him from tracking me, then I headed to the skatepark to see if the guys were there.
It was pretty quiet other than a few guys skating, and there was no sign of Mason or the others.
“Tempest.”
I glanced out the window to find a guy standing beside my car. “Yeah?”
“Thought it was you. We fucked at one of Channing’s parties a few months ago.”
“Probably, those parties are wild,” I laughed, tilting my head. He was attractive, but I had no recollection of fucking him. “What do you want?”
He glanced over at the guys skating and one hollered something about fucking me, but I didn’t really give a shit.
“You up for some fun?” he finally answered, turning back to me.
“I’m not really in the mood, Romeo,” I scoffed, my eyes moving to the little baggie he held up between his fingers.
“You sure? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Just you, or am I supposed to be nice to your buddies too?”
“Sharing is caring, right?”
“You’ll need a bigger baggie,” I smirked, and he huffed before digging around his pocket and pulling out another.
“I have molly and coke,” he said as he offered it to me, closing his fingers around it when I reached for it. “Me and the guys?”
“Where do you want to do this?” I asked, having no issue giving them five minutes out of my day. Most guys didn’t last long, not when they didn’t give a shit about getting me off, so it would be an easy deal, and I could get rid of the twitching in my damn hands.
He opened my door and I climbed out, making sure to lock the car before following him towards the bathroom, his friends wandering in our direction without being asked.
This would be the quickest and cheapest way to get my fix, so I wasn’t about to complain.
“See you later, babe,” the guy chuckled as he tossed the baggies on the ground in front of me, one of his friends laughing as he zipped up his pants after coming on my face.
I was gross and sticky, and surprise filled me when the third guy took out his wallet and dropped a fifty dollar bill on my lap.
“Start charging. If you’re going to be a whore, at least get paid,” he grunted, the other two guys walking out and leaving him alone with me. “Do you want help cleaning up?”
I chuckled bitterly, getting to my feet and walking naked to the mirror to inspect my face. I had makeup in the car to fix this, and I didn’t need his damn help.
My throat was marked from one of their hands, and there was a bite mark on my breast that had broken the skin.
They’d been rougher than I’d been expecting, but it was fine. The drugs would numb the discomfort.
“Tempest?” he asked when I didn’t answer.
“I’m fine, but thanks. Thanks for the orgasm,” I smiled as I met his gaze in the mirror, reaching for the paper towel to start cleaning my face.
“The guys are selfish,” he shrugged, hesitating before bending down to grab the money and baggies to hand them to me. “I’d pay you more, but it’s all I have.”
“I’m not a hooker.”
“You should be. If you’re doing this shit anyway you might as well make some money from it in the process,” he answered before walking out, leaving me alone to get dressed.
I wasn’t alone for long though.
“Jesus, Temp. Anyone can just walk in and see you,” Mason huffed just as I finished washing the cum from my face. He bent down to grab my clothes, offering them to me as he ran his gaze over me.
His eyes landed on the baggies and money but he didn’t mention it as I took the clothes and started pulling them on.
“Everyone’s seen me naked anyway,” I replied. “What are you doing here?”
“One of them was filming you and sent it to people. I came to find you.”
“Why? You want a ride too? Hop on,” I smirked, swatting my butt and making him roll his eyes.
“How’d last night go with your dad?” he asked instead, and I scoffed.
“My parents didn’t show up. No surprise there. Want to pop pills and fuck all day? I’m bored.”
“The guys are having a party. If we head there now, you can probably shower before anyone arrives. Promise me you won’t have a meltdown like the other night. Channing will one hundred percent kick you out if you do.”
“I’ll behave. Sort of. I’ll bend over for him, it’ll be fine,” I teased, making sure my clothes were on straight before grabbing everything else and letting Mason lead me towards my car. I noticed Wolfe sitting in a car close by with an annoyed look on his face, and Mason grimaced as he took off, knowing he could ride with me.
“He’s in a mood today.”
“He’s always in a mood, it’s why I’ve got to fuck him all the time to stop him murdering people,” I said dryly, tossing him the keys to let him drive.
I didn’t bother fixing my makeup until I’d gotten to the guys’ house and showered, and I wasn’t surprised when Channing walked into the bathroom just as I was fixing my hair. I hissed out a breath as he wrapped his fingers around my arm, tearing one of my stitches.
“This shit better not happen tonight. I mean it,” he warned, releasing me with a scowl. “We don’t need Ryder’s parents rocking up or sending your dad here to find you. If you freak out and start waving a knife around again, you’re getting a smack in the mouth and tossed out the door. Understand?”
“I’m fine. You need to drain your balls? You’re grumpy,” I chuckled, grabbing the towel to dab at the blood forming where he’d torn the stitch.
“You’d better be fine. At least Ryder will be here to deal with your crazy ass from the beginning.”
“Ry’s coming?” I asked lightly, but inside, I was bursting with excitement.
“Yeah. It was before Mason invited you, so he might not want to stay if he gets here and sees you. You’re a mood killer, you know that?” He leaned closer, a nasty grin on his face. “And now you’re exchanging sexual favors for drugs and money? I’m surprised it took so long for you to open for business.”
“You get it for free still, don’t worry.”
“I know. You’re not worth the money,” he answered, glancing at his phone as it rang, not speaking to me as he pressed it to his ear and walked out.
I checked my makeup one last time before wandering down to the kitchen, finding Mason fiddling with the music while Wolfe set up the keg. A few girls giggled outside, splashing around the pool, and I popped a pill into my mouth as I poured a beer to wash it down.
“Help yourself,” Wolfe scowled from beside the keg, and I offered him a pill with a grin.
“I intend on it. Take a pill and fuck me. Maybe you’ll even smile.”
“I’m good.”
“C’mon, smile for me,” I teased, and he fisted my hair to yank me closer.
“You’re not happy unless you’re stuffed with cock, are you?”
Channing snorted as he joined us. “She’s not happy stuffed either. Happy people don’t bury their emotions behind drugs and sex.”
“Fuck off, Chan. You don’t know me,” I threw back, and he raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve fucked every damn hole in your body without having to try. I know you as much as I want to.”
“Yet you keep doing it. I’m the one in control since you keep running back to fuck me.”
“That’s not the flex you think it is,” he replied, switching the subject to party stuff with Wolfe, so I joined Mason, who gave me a look of appreciation.
“Don’t know why I bothered telling you to get dressed. I’m going to be tearing that off you soon.” He opened his mouth as I held up a pill, letting me slide it between his lips.
“Soon. Wait until Ry’s here, we can have fun again,” I winked, amusement filling his face.
“I don’t think he’ll be interested.”
“He will be,” I shrugged, offering him my beer.
Within less than an hour, the house was bursting with people. I was on the kitchen counter dancing with Mason when Ryder walked in, his eyes finding mine instantly. He seemed to realize I was waiting for him and scowled, stalking away and making Mason chuckle. “I think you’re out of luck tonight.”
“He’ll come around,” I answered, grinding on him and loving the tingles that shot across my skin as his fingers ran across my back.
Sure enough, after thirty minutes of dancing, Ryder appeared beside us.
“You’re going to fall.”
“You’ll catch me,” I laughed, swaying my hips to the music and making him roll his eyes. He had a drink in hand, and I noticed him sway slightly. “Are you drunk already? What a naughty boy.”
“Shut the fuck up and get down,” he bit out, and Mason jumped down to stand beside him, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me down.
“Relax, Ry. She’s fine,” Mason said, swatting my butt. “Go get Ry a drink, babe. We’ll turn his frown upside down.”
I slid my arms around Ryder’s middle and nipped his chin, knowing he was interested when he didn’t pull away. “Stay with Mase. I’ll be back.”
He grumbled but stayed put, and I headed to the drinks table to pour a few beers.
I felt so fucking good, my body tingling from the molly. Sweat coated my skin and all I wanted to do was put myself between Ryder and Mason for a good night of out of control fucking.
That wasn’t likely to happen since it was obvious I was high as fuck and Ryder had his conscience fully in tact.
I hesitated before pulling the baggy from my bra, glancing back across the room to where Ryder and Mason were laughing together. I quickly made up my mind and pulled a pill out and dropped it into his drink, hoping no one saw me.
Ryder was the life of the party when he was on some form of upper drug, so hopefully he’d relax a little with the encouragement and remember how much better life was before he’d stopped. He’d been twitchy lately, so I was doing him a favor.
He was about to have the best night of his damn life.
I grinned to myself and managed not to drop the drinks as I carried them back over to the guys, handing one to Mason and the one with the molly in it to Ryder, raising my cup before downing most of it.
I thought Ryder was going to tip his out from the way he was glaring at it, but he finally relaxed his face and smiled slightly. “Fine, but I’m not snuggling Mase tonight.”
“I’ll sleep between you,” I cooed, encouraging him to down the entire cup and stepping closer to slide my arms around him. “Come and dance with me.”
His palm cracked against my ass as he dragged me even closer, leaning down to speak in my ear. “Stop telling me what to do before I force you to your knees right here in the middle of the party and put you back in your place. I’m still mad at you, I should’ve left when I noticed you were here.”
“You make that sound like punishment as if I wouldn’t want to get on my knees for you, and don’t be dramatic. You just need to relax and spend more time with me.”
He smirked, a gasp leaving me as he fisted my hair and jerked my head back a fraction.
“I’ll be fucking that bratty mouth of yours later, don’t worry.”
People kept stopping to talk to Ryder, and Mason gave me a knowing grin when I let out a huff.
“How about we dance and he can catch up?”
I didn’t want to leave him here or he might wander off, but I needed to move. I couldn’t stand still.
“Okay, but you’d better put in double the work if he bails,” I teased, letting Mason take my hand and tug me into the crowd more. Hopefully Ryder followed soon.
Ryder
I was drinking more than intended, but I felt good. Watching Mason and Tempest dance together was like porn, their bodies grinding together as they made out, and it didn’t take long for me to join them.
Tempest’s skin was warm under my hands as I dropped them to her thighs, teasing the bottom of her skirt as I nipped her neck from behind. She leaned back, knowing it was me, and my dick hardened as she shook her ass against me.
I moved with them, the bass urging me to keep moving as Tempest turned around to face me, her hands sliding up my shirt to toy with my abs as I leaned down to kiss her. My hands wandered her body, sending tingles through me.
I didn’t think much about it at first, enjoying the sensations rolling through me, and it wasn‘t until we stumbled into Mason’s bedroom that I realized why I felt so good.
I was fucking high.
“Did you guys see anyone put something in my drink?” I mumbled, not pulling my hands away from Tempest as she started stripping.
“You think someone drugged you?” Mason snorted, helping Tempest as she struggled with her skirt. “You’ve been with us the entire night.”
“I feel really good,” I answered, groaning when Tempest slid her hand into my pants to stroke me.
“That’s a good thing. Get naked and fuck me.”
“Tempest,” I bit out, the argument dying in my throat as she tugged my pants down, dropped to her knees, and pushed my dick down her throat. “Fuck.”
My hand moved to the back of her head to keep her in place, thrusting and making her gag. Her hands slid up my thighs and she dug her sharp nails into my ass cheeks, pulling herself closer and peering up at me, searching for approval.
I forced her face into my groin more, completely cutting off her air and watching her eyes water, loving how her throat tightened as the panic started kicking in.
“If you’re going to kill her, at least let me fuck her first,” Mason deadpanned, watching us as he fisted his dick now that he was completely naked.
My fingers threaded through her hair and yanked her back, her eyes not leaving mine as she choked on the air I let her have.
“Do you need oxygen, or my dick?” I murmured, not surprised with her answer.
“Your dick.”
“That’s right. I’ll fuck your mouth until you pass out if I want, won’t I?”
“Please,” she begged, and Mason groaned.
“Get her on the bed. I want her pussy strangling my cock.”
“You want to fuck him, Temp?” I asked, a whimper leaving her. “Go on then. Put on a show for me.”
I released her hair, and she scrambled to do as she was told, my dick hardening more as Mason laid back on the bed and pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. He breathed out a curse as she sank over him, his hands grabbing her waist to move her how he wanted.
Her hands went back to rest on his thighs, arching her body just how I liked it.
She really was gorgeous.
I helped myself to the bedside drawer once I’d stripped naked, finding the lube I knew was in there, and I coated my dick in it while watching Tempest ride Mason. He didn’t react when I straddled his thighs to get behind Tempest, moving her hands out of the way and pushing her forward a little.
Me and the guys had done this a million times before, so he slid his arm around her back to keep her against his chest while I toyed with her ass.
She squirmed as I made my way inside her, cracking my palm sharply across her ass once I was all the way in to make her clench. “Good girl.”
A shudder rolled through her, grinding her hips to try and hurry us up. “Are you fucking me or not?”
My fingers wrapped around her throat and I pulled her back, Mason letting out a chuckle. “How about you shut that pretty mouth and find out?”
She swallowed and I tightened my hold a fraction more, thrusting into her and biting her shoulder. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is you screaming for us. Understood?”
I didn’t wait for her response before picking up the pace, my free hand pressing against her stomach and dropping lower to tease her clit with my fingers.
The bass from the party boomed in my head, my body vibrating from Tempest’s soft skin on mine and the feel of Mason’s coarse hair on his thighs.
This is what I’d been craving, the feeling of floating and falling at once, the music swimming in my veins, and the power I felt at the peak.
Mason let out a huff of amusement, his voice strained. “Bro, slow down before you make me embarrass myself.”
“Pull out then,” I smirked, ending up with both hands on Tempest’s waist to go even faster.
“You suck,” he groaned, clenching his jaw to try and fight it off, failing a moment later. I ignored him, continuing to fuck her until she was screaming, then I shoved her down on Mason’s chest and somehow went harder.
It was like scratching an itch without being able to relieve it. It felt good, but I needed more.
Without asking, because I knew she’d let me, I leaned over her back, wrapped both hands around her slim neck, and squeezed.
At first, she just clenched around me, but after a second, the panic set in like I knew it would, and she tried to pull away.
“Dude, stop,” Mason bit out, losing his buzz completely when I didn’t listen. “Ryder!”
I felt it when her body started going slack and the fight left her, thankfully giving me the outlet I needed to fucking finish, then reality hit me in the face. Messing around with Tempest was one thing, but showing my tendencies to Mason was something I hadn’t wanted to do.
“What the fuck, man?” Mason snapped, rolling so Tempest was on the mattress, and he gently tapped her cheek. “Babe? Fuck. We need to?—”
“She’ll come to in a second,” I panted, his eyes sliding over to me. “Trust me.”
“You just choked her out!”
“She likes it.” I paused, taking a deep breath before adding, “I like it too.”
“Whatever freaky playtime thing you two have going on, keep it away from me,” he gritted out, returning his attention to Tempest to try and wake her.
The seconds felt like hours, but she finally came to, her eyes searching for me. “Ry?”
“Yeah?” I asked as I knelt on the bed, crawling towards her.
“My ass hurts.”
I chuckled, ignoring the look Mason gave us. “You’re lucky I didn’t bring the knife out. I’m feeling adventurous.”
Her fingers reached out to trail down my chest, and I leaned closer to savor the feeling. It heated my skin, making me want to fuck her all over again just to see how hot she could make me.
I kissed her, threading my fingers through her hair and feeling the silky strands pass over my skin. She immediately wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, Mason letting out a scoff.
“She just passed out because you choked her, and now you’re horny again?”
“Mase, shut up and fuck me again,” Tempest giggled. “Switch this time.”
“You’ll get a UTI,” he warned, making me roll my eyes, but she just gave him the side-eye.
“If that’s all I get from you two, it’s a miracle.”
“I’m clean,” I answered, shoving her legs back by her head and sliding my cock against her pussy, spreading Mason’s cum around like lube.
It was his turn to roll his eyes at me as he stood, moving towards the bedside table and pulling out a baggie. “I’m losing my buzz. Want a line?”
I paused, and Tempest grinned as she wriggled her hips to push my dick into her slightly. “Fuck me and do lines off my tits. You know it's the best sex ever when you do.”
She wasn’t wrong, and I found myself nodding. “Yeah, fuck it. Just tonight though.”
Mason forgot all about his worry when he realized I’d party with him, my heartbeat increasing as he tipped the white powder on her chest and lined it up for me.
I should’ve been stronger, but it was too hard to fight off the temptation as I leaned down and snorted the powder, my body seeming to feel like itself again for the first time in months.
I was so fucked, but I didn’t give a shit.
That would be tomorrow’s problem.