28. Landon
28
Landon
T his evening sucked ass big time. The only reason I was here was because my parents insisted. Don’t get me wrong, I loved parties. Lived for them, in fact. But this evening was all about old farts bragging to each other about how rich and connected they were.
I’d had enough of being groped by thirsty bitches old enough to be my fucking mother.
Naturally, my father turned a blind eye to the overly familiar way his friends’ wives interacted with me. He saw nothing wrong with pimping out his only son to secure favors.
Cassian believed his father was a monster, but honestly? I sometimes felt my father was worse.
We were both unlucky in that respect. Kyril, too. Milo was the only one of us who had a semi-easy home life, and that was only because his father forgot he had a son most of the time.
Smoking a joint went some way to smooth my frazzled edges. Kyril was dealing with the troll and Lucian had dragged Cassian off somewhere. Fuck knows where Milo had disappeared off to. I’d not seen him for ages.
The creepy asshole was probably spying on someone. The dude had some seriously fucked up habits. He thought we hadn’t spotted him following Thea around campus like Caspar the Perverted Ghost, but we weren’t stupid.
Cassian was concerned Milo’s behavior was escalating, but I told him to chill. Thea wasn’t like Haley. She could handle her shit. If he stepped out of line, she’d most likely kill the stupid bastard.
I relaxed on a reclining chair and closed my eyes.
Thea was an enigma. She pretended to be indifferent to me, but I wasn’t dumb. I knew women, and I knew when they were into me.
Thea was definitely into me, even if she pretended otherwise. Her breathing kicked up a notch and her pupils dilated when I got too close. I knew if I slid my fingers between her thighs, she’d be wet.
As soon as my imagination conjured up an image of Thea lying on my bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with arousal, I was hard as fuck. Without giving much thought to the fact someone might walk in and catch me, mostly because I was high as a kite thanks to the exceptionally strong weed, I pulled my zipper down and wrapped my hand around my shaft.
If only Thea was here now. Would she get on her knees for me? Or would she push me back, straddle my thighs, and sink onto my cock, taking her pleasure unapologetically?
I figured the latter. She didn’t strike me as the submissive type.
A groan slipped out as I sucked in another lungful of smoke and pumped my dick a couple of times.
Pre-cum welled up and spilled over, lubricating my hand. Harder, faster. Each image pinging in my head filthier than the last.
Thea riding me like a cowgirl, her breasts bouncing.
On her hands and knees, her ass in the air as I plowed into her cunt.
Just as I was about to come, the glass door from the hallway opened and a woman entered, her face hidden behind one of the stupid masks we were supposed to wear. Because it was a masked ball. Like anyone gave a shit.
Vibrant red hair shone in the muted glow from the pool.
My hand movement slowed down but didn’t stop completely. If some chick felt like being a voyeur, I was too buzzed to care.
She stepped closer, letting me see more of her curvy body. Her dress hugged her curves while revealing a tempting portion of flesh. Slim legs, a nipped-in waist, and plenty of mouth-watering cleavage.
Even though flickering shadows partially obscured her face, I didn’t miss the fact she was staring right at my dick.
“Wanna watch?” I rasped, sucking in more smoke. My joint had burned down to the last dregs, but it was the only one left, so I was trying to eke it out as long as possible. This shit was good. Kyril’s dealer had done us a solid.
Dark eyes dipped up and then slithered back down my chest, coming to rest on my dick. There was an imperceptible nod, and I grinned.
“You like watching, dirty girl?” I asked, not expecting a reply. Maybe she was mute? Or not English?
There was another slight nod.
“Come closer,” I ordered. “So I can see you better.”
She stiffened and stepped back. Ah, a shy one. Well, whatever. Even with a mask on, I could tell she was a looker. Full red lips that would look delicious wrapped around my cock, olive skin, and dark eyes with thick lashes.
The red hair was a wig, but that didn’t matter. I had no preference. Blonds, brunettes, and redheads - I was an equal opportunity guy. Although, I kinda hoped she was a brunette, like Thea, with thick hair long enough to wrap my hand around while I fucked her senseless.
The girl stayed just out of reach, but still close enough to enjoy a front-row seat as I jacked off.
With each up-and-down movement, I hissed with pleasure. Our eyes locked as the familiar tingling sensation buzzed down my spine and my balls tightened. Then I groaned, unable to hold back any longer.
I came hard, coating my abs and chest with thick white ropes of release, lost in blissful pleasure.
By the time I opened my eyes again, she was halfway out the door into the garden.
“Fuck,” I muttered, the high of coming for her fading fast. I grabbed a discarded towel from the floor and wiped up the mess.
The glass door from the hallway swung open and Kyril strode in, jolting to a halt when he saw me putting my dick away. He tugged his mask off and shoved it in his pocket before scanning the room.
“What the fuck? Did you kick her out already?”
“She left.” There was an edge of irritation to my voice that didn’t escape Kyril. He laughed.
“One minute wonder, eh? Should have waited. I’d have sorted her out.”
I ignored his pathetic attempt to one-up me. Women might love his stupid tattoos and air of danger, but ultimately, they preferred me. The guy with the sexy Scottish accent and an unerring ability to charm the panties off them.
“We didn’t fuck.”
“Really?” He looked unconvinced, but I was way too mellow to argue with him.
“No, she watched me jack off and then left.”
“Huh. OK, whatever.” He scrubbed his jaw. “Have you seen Milo?”
I shook my head. “No, not since we arrived.”
He dropped onto an adjacent recliner and stretched his long legs out. Like me, he’d unbuttoned his shirt and tossed his jacket somewhere. A new joint appeared, and he lit it, inhaling deeply before passing it over.
The sweet scent of weed permeated the air, mixing with chlorine. Not the nicest combo, but I was past caring.
“We should probably go rescue Cassian,” he commented, not moving an inch.
“He’ll be fine. He’s used to dealing with his dick of a father,” I replied, taking a toke before passing the joint back. “At least he’s not stuck with the troll.”
Kyril laughed to himself. “No, she’ll be out of it all night.”
We lay there for a while until both of us were mellow and ready to jump back into the fray. Just as I was about to drag my ass up, the door opened again.
“Milo, where did you go?” Kyril asked, no longer annoyed.
Our friend walked over, dried blood all over his shirt collar. Concern cut through the marijuana-induced fuzz in my head and I sat up.
“What happened?”
Milo shrugged and looked away. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Kyril and I exchanged a glance that said, no, he’s not fine.
Something was going on with him, but it seemed he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
“Cassian says to head out to the maze. The party’s finally getting started.”
Sweet . I kinda wished the redhead who reminded me of Thea had stuck around, but since she’d blown me off, it was time to get drunk.