36. Aurora
I stumble, completely dazed, back to Everest’s room, where I can hear him turning on the shower for me, but my mind is on anything but showering.
What the fuck did I just see? Griffin and Harden?
No, it can’t be, they can’t be, can they?
My mind is trying to process what I just saw, what I think I just interrupted, but it can’t, and it’s not like I even saw anything, they were just standing there with their flushed faces and panting chests. Fuck.
Everest appears in the doorway of the bathroom, searching for me, and when his eyes lock on mine, I can tell he’s still pissed.
He hasn’t said a word about what I’ve done with Griffin, but I know it’s coming.
His stare is completely detached and muted as it falls down my torso, taking in my messed up appearance, and a slither of guilt cuts through me.
He knows how I feel about the guys, but knowing and seeing are two different things.
Something I am relating to at this moment.
“I think I just interrupted something between Griffin and Harden.” My words are out before he can even say anything, my head too caught up on what it just saw to care about anything else.
His stare flicks back to mine, without a shred of surprise or inquiry. “Ahh, I see.” It’s not lost on me that he doesn’t ask what kind of thing, which would be a reasonable question. I could be talking about anything, but no, I can tell from the look on his face that he already knows something.
“What do you know about it?” I ask, stepping closer to him, his darkened stare flickering slightly at my proximity, but he’s still too mad at me for me to be able to get through to him.
Stepping back, he clears his throat and shrugs.
“Probably the same as you.” I can tell his words are true, and before I can respond, he adds, “Are you really even surprised?” He cocks a brow at me in question, as if the thought of our two friends, being more than friends, is the most natural thing in the world.
I feel the same stab of pain at his words that I felt when I first saw them.
“Of course I’m surprised, aren’t you?” I scoff, still struggling to wrap my brain around it, and if truth be told, I’m jealous.
Which is ridiculous, right?
I’ve got Everest, and I just had Griffin, why can’t Griffin have Harden?
Or is it more? Why does Harden want him and not me?
The green-eyed monster flares to life inside me, but Everest doesn’t seem to notice or care, as he shrugs again. “Not really, they’ve always been closer to one another, guess now I know why.”
Annoyed at how nonchalant he’s being about this, I push past him and make my way into the bathroom.
When I look at my reflection in the mirror, I find a complete mess.
My lips are still swollen from Griffin’s assault, the mark on my neck is red and raised, and there’s paint marred all in my hair and on my skin.
No wonder Everest can barely stand to look at me, the evidence of what I did with his best friend is fucking everywhere.
When he appears behind me, our eyes lock in the mirror. “Quite a mess you let him make,” he comments darkly, sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me, Aurora, what happened in that art studio?”
His question startles me, my heart starting to thunder in my chest, as I move to turn around so I can face him, but his hands snap out to stop me. One grips my hip while the other fists my hair, forcing me to remain in place, facing away from him, our stares still aligned in the mirror.
“What do you mean?” My voice shakes as I ask him that, and my question is pointless, because we both know what he means, but I need a moment to bide my time.
“Don’t play coy with me, little sister, you know what I mean.
” He presses me roughly into the sink, a sharp pain jolting through me as my hips hit the edge of the basin.
“I want to know where you let him touch you.” His hold on me tightens with his words, sending another ache through me, but this one I feel deep down in my swollen core.
“Go on, tell me how you let him fuck what’s mine. ”
I can feel his erection pressed into my ass, so he might be pissed off, but he’s turned on too.
“He fucked me with his fingers first,” I whisper, not because I’m ashamed of what I let him do, because I know it will drive Ever crazy. “We were in the same position you and I are in now, and he slipped his hand under my skirt and played with my pussy.”
His hands tighten again, his eyes dark with rage as they hold my stare. “Did you come on his hand again?” His question is dangerous, my answer even more so.
“Yes.” I can feel the fury burning through him now, but I know this is it, this is the moment where I push for what I need.
“Then he dropped to his knees and cleaned up the mess I made with his tongue, until I came again.” His fingers are biting into the fabric of my skirt now, and still I want more.
“He fucked me hard after that, pounding into me like a man gone wild.”
My pussy is once again dripping, aching for something more at the reminder of how Griffin felt inside of me, and even though I know he’d make it hurt, I want Everest to take his turn in trying to erase him.
“Bare?” My smile is wicked, as I breathe out another agreement, only making his stare colder. “Did you let him cum inside of my cunt, princess?”
My shrug is coy. “It didn’t feel like yours when he was filling me up.”
Tossing a grenade between us would have caused less damage, the shrapnel flying at him, until he uses his sharp grip to spin me around and drag me to my knees.
The cold tile bites into my skin, and I know it will bruise, another mark marring my skin from the effects of wanting them, that I’ll wear like a badge of honor.
“You want to be fucked like a slut, little sister, then I’ll fucking treat you like one.” His hand remains fisted in my hair as he uses his other to release his cock, stroking it roughly as he watches me. “You know the rules, mouth open and tongue out.”
I’ve barely parted my lips before he is shoving past them, thrusting into my mouth rougher than he ever has before. It’s only now I realize this isn’t about pleasure, it’s about punishment. He’s fucking me because I fucked him .
There is no slow build up, no savoring the feel of him against my tongue, no, there is only him claiming what he thinks only belongs to him.
He fucks my mouth like I’m one of his whores, his hand pulling my hair so tight that tears are already staining my cheeks, and his head is tipped back so he doesn’t have to look at me.
It’s not intimate, it’s dirty, detached, and shouldn’t be making me wetter.
“I’ve got to fuck this pretty little mouth because you let him use your other hole.
” The words are gritted through his teeth, his cock stabbing the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Maybe I should bend you over and take your ass.” The thought alone has him thickening on my tongue.
“Use up all your holes and be done with them.”
I try to speak around his length at his ridiculous statement, as if we could ever be done with each other, but he only fucks my mouth harder.
“If I wanted you to fucking say anything else, I’d let you.” His head tips back down in my direction, his glossy stare searching mine, as he widens his stance, tipping my head back and forcing himself deeper into my throat. “Just shut the fuck up and choke on my cock princess.”
Narrowing my eyes, I start meeting his every thrust, more than used to his brand of brutality as of late, and he watches me with disengaged blue eyes.
I don’t let it deter me, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head back and forth on his length, ignoring the pain in my scalp and throat as I try to please him.
“What? You think your cock sucking skills can erase what you did?” He laughs, and fuck, his cruelty makes me even hotter.
“You let my best friend bend you over and fill you with his cum, and you think I’m just going to be okay with it?
” His other hand comes up to cup my head now, both hands gripping me to the point of unbearable pain, as he holds me in place and moves even harder.
He fucks himself against my tongue over and over, controlling every movement until I am barely breathing. I gag and splutter, but he doesn’t relent, just keeps going, fucking me forcefully until I genuinely feel like I might pass out.
“Such a good little fuck hole for me, aren’t you?
” At his question I feel him swell against my tongue, his balls drawing up, and I know he’s close.
Desperate to please him, I swallow thickly, closing my throat around him and making him curse.
I’m ready to take his load, but just as he hits the back of my throat again, he pulls back, ripping his cock from my mouth.
One of his hands releases my hair and grips his cock, jerking himself roughly.
It only takes three strokes and then he paints my face with hot ropes of cum, covering me everywhere.
Eyes, nose, mouth, tongue, his salty release stains them all, until every last drop has been wrung dry.
He doesn’t even pause before tucking himself away, backing up a few steps, and looking at me with cold eyes.
“Clean yourself up, you’re a fucking mess.”
Then he turns and leaves without looking back.
Fuck.