1. Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Dylan
The slow seductive rhythm flows through my body as my hips grind against Amy. Ava sandwiches me in and we get lost in the beat. The Fatal Five won a race tonight, so my brother Bentley, who's the leader of his street racing crew, decided to throw a party at one of the abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of town. This place he calls ‘The Den’, is packed with people from different towns. My brother and his friends have a reputation for throwing amazing parties.
Taking a sip from my red solo cup, I let the alcohol burn as it slides down my throat. I’m usually not allowed to drink at their parties because they don’t want to have to watch me all night. It's annoying how protective they are of me. Luckily, my boyfriend Carter is here and they don’t have to worry as much.
“Babe, you guys are up.” Carter shouts from the beer pong table. Ava grabs my hand and I grab Amy's, the three of us heading for our turn at beer pong. Something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention and it's Easton, my brother's best friend, dancing with some girl while he stares at me with a cruel look on his face. I roll my eyes and continue to the table.
For years, Easton has been a thorn in my side. He’s a part of The Fatal Five and the most lethal one of them all. We all grew up together-me, Amy, Ava, and the guys, living only houses away. Except Easton's house is right next door, and if I look out my bedroom window, I get a clear shot inside his. The amount of times I’ve seen him fuck girls or jerk off is maddening. Am I jealous? Maybe, but I’ll never tell him that. We will just continue this cat-and-mouse game he loves so much. Ever since he and my brother and their band of merry assholes started a street racing crew, I see less and less of him.
Carter grabs my waist, taking me out of my thoughts. “You and me later?” he whispers in my ear as he trails kisses along my neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, fingers playing with the waistband of my skirt. I spin around in his hold, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “Only if you do that thing I like.” I wink. He growls, grabbing a handful of my ass.
“Then you better win this beer pong game quickly.” He breathes biting my bottom lip.
“Come on baby, I’m the queen of pong. Watch me work the table.” I giggle, downing the rest of my drink.
“That’s my girl,” he says, smacking my ass and spinning me around. It's me and Amy versus the last game's winners, Ty and Shelly. They take the first shots and miss. Amy hands me a ball and she shoots first, getting it in the cup. I shoot immediately after her and get it in the same cup. Game over . Ty and Shelly stand there, mouths wide open, stunned. It was too easy of a win . I blow a kiss to Shelly and she gives me the finger.
Ava slides up next to me, God forbid she’s too far away from Amy. They are two peas in a pod. One is never too far behind. Carter grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, and I squeal. He smacks my ass as everyone cheers. I give my girls a two-finger salute and let him carry me away.
As he walks through the crowd, my eyes meet Easton’s harsh glare as he has his tongue down some girl's throat. I swallow at his lust filled stare and break eye contact the moment we step outside and the night's cold air hits my thighs. He slowly drags me down his body until my feet hit the ground, pushing me up against the tailgate of his truck and stepping between my legs.
“I’m glad you wore a skirt tonight, Dyl,” he groans, sliding his hands up my thighs and pulling my thong down. I step out of them and he picks it up from the ground, bringing it to his nose, inhaling deep. “You always smell so good, baby.” I visibly swallow as he removes his black tee, tossing it on the bed of his truck. His body is ripped and that Adonis belt always has my panties melting for him. I bite my bottom lip as I take him in, reaching out to trail my fingers over his muscled pecs and down his abs. I slide my hand into his jeans to grip his hard cock. He groans when my thumb circles the tip. “Fuck, baby,” he pants as I stroke him slowly.
“Touch me.” I whisper and his hand slips under my jean skirt finding my throbbing clit with ease. He rubs it in tight circles causing me to moan as his lips find mine and I open letting his tongue slide against mine. We both moan as we continue to touch one another.
He pulls back and removes his fingers from my soaked pussy and slides a wet finger into his mouth. “Turn around, baby. I need to feel you wrapped around me.” He says. Turning around, I bend over the tailgate and arch my back for him. I know this will be over quickly. He bends down to trail kisses along the back of my neck and down my spine as he slides into me painfully slow. I push back into him, wanting him to go deeper, but he pulls out and slams back in, causing me to tighten around his cock. I moan for him as he grips my hips, pounding into me. “I love you Dyl, my forever girl.” He breathes against my neck and I tighten around him again before saying,
“I love you too, Carter.” He slams into me a few more times before he pulls out and paints my ass with his release. Another night of it being all about him. He reaches next to me and grabs a shirt to wipe his release off of me. I get up and slide my thong back on, thinking of a way to end the night with him. It’s the same shit over and over again. But I keep up with the facade. I just don’t know how much longer I can fake it. I pull my phone from my bra and see it's almost two in the morning.
“Babe, I gotta go. My mom will kill me if I’m out too late.” I say in a panic.
“I can’t wait for next year when you can live in the dorms and no more curfews,” he laughs, grabbing my waist, kissing me softly.
“It will be everything we ever dreamed of, baby.” I breathe, resting my head against his chest. Lie after lie.
“Alright, sugar lips. Let’s get you home.” He says giving me another kiss, leading me around the truck and opening the door for me. Getting in the truck I look up and my eyes connect with Easton’s again, but this time he’s smirking at me as he smokes, so I flip him the bird. He shakes his head and gets on his bike, revving the engine.
The drive home is quiet. I give Carter a kiss goodnight and pop a piece of gum into my mouth as I open the white picket fence and walk up the path to the stairs. Mom left the outside light on for us which means she’s awake. Great. I key in the door code and turn the knob, opening it. Mom is sitting on the couch with a bunch of files spread all over the table. Without looking up, she greets me.
“Hey Honey. How was your night?”
“It was good. We went to dinner and a movie, then hung out at the dorms.” I lie, taking off my shoes.
“Wonderful. I’m leaving in a few to head into the office to start a new case. Hopefully, I’ll be home sometime tomorrow. Any plans yet?” She asks, finally looking up at me.
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll text you if I leave tomorrow. I’m going to head up to bed. Love you.” I say as I walk up the stairs.
“Love you too, honey. Good night.” She replies.
Entering my room, I turn on the light and strip off my clothes. Walking over to the bathroom, I turn the knob for the shower and wait for it to warm up. Stepping in, I grab the shampoo and lather my hair up. After rinsing, I wash my body from the day. Everything has been going so great. My grades at the university are top-notch. The girls and I are planning a trip to Aruba for spring break. Carter and I have been existing in a one-sided relationship for the past year. Everything is just so fucking perfect. Another lie. Turning the water off, I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. Stepping out of the bathroom, I notice Easton’s light is on. I grab my phone from the bed and shoot the girls a text after throwing on a tank top and shorts.
Me: Mani/pedi tomorrow?
Amy: What time?
Ava: I’m down after I meet up with Daddy.
Me: Still fucking the old guy I see.
Ava: He’s not that old, and he fucks like a god.
Amy: If wrinkled balls are your thing lol.
Ava: Listen, he buys me whatever my heart desires.
Me: What’s the catch? Men don’t give shit out for free.
Amy: Ain’t that the truth, or they suck you dry lol.
Ava: As long as I’m available when he calls and I fulfill his kinks. He never says no to me.
Me: Do I even want to know what this old guys kinks are?
Ava: Probably not but he’s fun. So what time tomorrow?
Me:Lol, 2pm? Sound good?
They both reply yes and I shut my light off. Walking over to my bed, I climb in and plug my phone up as I snuggle under the covers. Five minutes goes by before I hear my window sliding up and boots hitting the carpet. I roll over and see a dark silhouette.
“The little show you put on tonight, was that for my sake or yours?” He asks, taking off his boots.
“Did you enjoy watching?” I snark, lifting the covers from my body.
“No, I didn’t. I never do!” he replies, taking off his shirt and jeans.
“Why’s that Eas?” I ask as he slides into bed next to me, grabbing my thigh and hooking it around his hip. My breathing picks up as his hand lays flat against my ass, pulling me closer so his cock lays against my aching clit. He looks down at me with a smirk on his face.
“Because I don’t enjoy watching anyone touching you, let alone making you feel good.” He replies and I swallow at his words. He has no idea how many times I fake it with Carter. No idea that the only person who can bring me to heights I’ve never imagined, is him.
“Or are you just mad because I haven’t let you feel how tight my pussy is?” I giggle and he growls, climbing between my legs.
“Stop toying with me, D. You know damn well I’ll fucking take it, but you know I can’t, so leave it alone.” He warns and I roll my eyes. I love taunting him.
“So then why are you here?” I ask, and he smirks.
“I ask myself that same question every time I climb through your window. But tonight, you put on that little show and that can’t go unpunished.” He breathes as he takes a nipple into his mouth. Flicking his tongue around the hardened peak. I moan at his touch. Even over the clothes, this boy can make my pussy purr for him.
“Always so responsive, Hellcat.” He says, biting the other nipple as his hand slides down my sides, gripping my hips. I can feel how fucking hard he is.
“Why won’t you fuck me? Show me how good you can make me feel.” I pant, he stops and looks up at me.
“You know I can’t. Just fucking drop it,” he growls.
“You can’t, or you won’t, or do I not do it for you? Is that it? Why do we continue to play this game if you won’t even fuck me?” I spit.
“I don’t have to explain shit to you. Now shut the fuck up before I shove my cock down your tight little throat and leave you gagging for more.” He spits back, raising a brow at me. I go to say something but his mouth hits my panty covered clit and any thoughts I had moments ago are gone. He licks my bundle of nerves until my panties are soaked. He sits up, takes his cock out, and rubs it against the cotton as he slowly glides up and down my slit, teasing my clit and soaking my panties even more with his pre-cum. Between the friction of his cock rubbing my clit over and over again, I’m ready to cum.
“Damn, D. I bet this pussy is so fucking tight and soaked for me,” he groans as he continues to slide his hard cock between my lips.
“I think you should find out. Just the tip Eas, just to feel how wet I am for you.” I whimper. I need more and he’s just edging me along.
“Fuck, my cock wants to stretch you out so fucking bad, Hellcat. So fucking bad,” he moans, biting his bottom lip. He looks so sexy like this.
“Please, Eas. I want to cum on your dick. Just slide my panties to the side. You don’t even have to stick it in. Just glide between my wet lips and feel my clit pulsate against you.” I beg.
“No, if I feel you, I won’t be able to stop.” He groans as his thrusts become sharper and harder, applying more pressure to my needy clit. I almost see stars as he thrusts faster against me.
“You’re going to make me cum, Eas. Fuck. You feel so good.” I moan, rocking against him.
“Don’t stop, just like that. Fuck.” He groans as I rock faster against him. I love seeing him come undone and knowing I caused it gets me even wetter.
“Cum for me, Eas.” I pant as he slaps my clit with his cock, causing me to cum so fucking hard that my back arches off the bed. He bites my nipple as I feel him jerk his cock against my soaked pussy. He cums with a deep growl and ropes of hot cum drip onto my stomach. He sits up and runs his still hard cock through the mess he made, rubbing it into my skin.
“Fuck, D.” He pants, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly we hear the rumble of Bentley's bike, and he climbs off of me, getting dressed quickly. He gives me a kiss on my forehead and leaves the same way he came in. I roll over, close my eyes in hopes to drift off to sleep and forget about what the fuck just happened, but my phone pings with a text.
Easton: Sorry Hellcat.
I don’t respond. I’ll just act like that never happened.