53. Bay
FIFTY-THREE
bay
I start coming to when pleasure blossoms low in my stomach and flesh is softly pressing on and off against my ass.
I flutter my eyes open to the darkness of my living room, realizing an arm draped around my waist and the rumblings of a man behind me thrusting his cock between my legs.
Fingers splay right above my cunt, teasing the possibility of touching my clit as I feel the body behind me shift slightly.
I’m still in a confused state, teetering between a dream and reality, when a familiar male voice whispers in my ear, “I needed this cunt. You wouldn’t give it to me earlier.”
I remember falling asleep on the floor while I gave Cairo the couch. I thought he’d gone to sleep since he was quiet, but maybe not.
And Levi is on the other side of the coffee table, feet from us on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I barely grind out, turning my head to the side so he hears me, but that’s when Cairo captures my lips and drives his tongue deep into my mouth in response.
I’m immediately lost in the kiss. My body just letting go and submitting to what he needs because…I’ve run out of energy, honestly.
Plus, Cairo knows exactly what I need and how to drive me insane with his dick.
His pace quickens before the pads of his fingers reach the sensitive spot aching to be touched. Tucked against Cairo’s body under the hard floor, I can’t help but feel wanted, safe, and content. That we oddly belong together.
“Spread your legs,” he mutters against my lips, knocking into my inner thighs with his knuckles. “I want deeper.”
I oblige, his whole length deliciously stretching me to fit him, and I force down a moan that wants to rip from my throat.
Every nerve ending tingles and aches with need. I try to keep my breathing under control, but this is hot.
Like fucking do this to me every night hot.
I’m fully aware he’s still high as fuck, and we haven’t spoken rationally about Levi, but I can’t help but get lost in this. Being owned by Cairo is something I know he doesn’t give out to just anyone. He’s picky as shit about it, I bet. His cock is exclusive, and I’m here for the treatment.
No matter the cost.
“You owe me this pussy every night for a month,” Cairo says against my lips, trailing kisses across my cheek and tucking his face into my neck to get access to it. “I’m pissed.”
I bob my head because the less talking, the better. The last fucking thing I want to do is wake Levi and have those two go at it again.
“Do you like knowing he’s in the same room?” Cairo solicits evenly underneath my ear. “That he can hear my cock entering you over and over again.”
If he was up, you’d know.
However, doubt begins to creep into my veins because maybe he’d just listen. Maybe he’s observing how we are together.
Maybe he’s going to kill us both when we’re done, I dunno.
“I think you’d be dead,” I whisper softly. “Quit pressin’ your luck.”
“How far along are you guys?”
Relationship wise?
I believe that’s what he’s asking me, and I don’t have a solid answer for him. Levi and I are in this weird vortex of unspoken words—mainly on my part because I’m leery of the aftermath.
Losing him for good is not on my bucket list.
“I’ll always love Levi,” I reply wholeheartedly. “Nothing will ever change that.”
“How many times have you fucked?”
I know a red flag when I see one. I know my truthful answer might amp up what he’s doing and wake up Levi.
“Sinatra,” I grind out because this is the last conversation I want to have right now. “Chill.”
He isn’t happy with my answer, driving deeper into me and stealing my next breath. His grip on my hips comes to my throat, giving it a small squeeze to start getting on board with what he doesn’t want to have happen.
It won’t stop me either way.
No one can get through to me when it comes to Levi. It’s not that I would pick him over the others and vice versa.
It’s that the boys will have to fucking deal with it.
“There isn’t any more room,” Cairo emits with a bit of edge to his voice. “You’re spoken for.”
He had me first.
However, I don’t speak those words out loud. The last thing I need is Cairo getting more aggressive and giving away what he’s doing to me with my best friend in the room.
“How high are you?” I hedge to not only change the subject but to evaluate how much more of a haul I have with this man.
“High,” he deadpans, pressing long kisses to my skin.
“What are you on?”
“Molly.”
Oh shit.
He’s going to be on one for hours .
“And I’m horny as fuck,” he tacks on, sending a spread of wild goosebumps along my skin. “You feel fuckin’ amazing.”
I bite down on my lower lip as another wave of pleasure rips through my body, along with his words. “Everything feels amazing when you’re high.”
“You always feel good. But right now, it’s euphoric.”
“And what would you call Viv?”
Cairo spears inside of me, causing a whimper to leave my lips and his hand to cover my mouth. “ Don’t bring her up again. It wasn’t my fault.”
I’m not saying it was.
But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me a little.
Seeing Vivian fucking Cairo wasn’t on my things of shit I wanted to see, either. That stupid bitch got dick right before she died.
She didn’t deserve it.
“Did that piss you off, Little Terror?” Cairo growls against the shell of my ear. “Because we’d be in the same damn boat if it did.” I bob my head to speak, and that seems to please him. “You must know how annoyingly taken I am by you. I thought I’ve been making myself clear.”
I’m not doubting him.
However, I need him to understand whatever happens or doesn’t happen with Levi is my decision. I haven’t had many of those lately.
“Show me how much you understand, Little T,” he mutters deeply, and oh, so damn delicious. “Fuck me back.”
Mindlessly, I roll my hips, immediately earning a low, gratifying moan from the man behind me.
He picks up his pace, fucking me harder and faster while I try to match each thrust. My ass presses into his hips, earning more eager movements from Sinatra, and I’m on the verge of coming.
Or screaming.
Thankfully, Cairo still has his fingers wrapped around my lips to keep anything from leaving and being interrupted by the other piece of testosterone in the room.
Selfishly, I want the same thing. Cairo is this strait-laced being that when provoked or pushed enough, he’ll unleash. Before, I probably would’ve taken a lead pipe and smashed him upside the head with it.
But now, I’m as addicted as I am stupid.
These boys are going to either be the death of me or I’m going to be one hell of a lucky bitch.
“Just like that,” Sinatra praises, landing more kisses on my face. “This is only round one. I’m going to fuck you to sleep, and I’m still going to be fucking you when you wake up.” He hits the spot inside me that has my cunt clenching and a needy moan clashing against his palm. I’m beginning to spiral into that abyss of rapture that keeps me coming back for more.
More of him.
More of his brand of asshole.
More of those small moments of vulnerability that allude he’s starting to really care.
“I’m not sure if I’m turned on by you killing Vivian or if I want to bitch at you for shooting someone again.”
I didn’t kill her, obviously.
Nonetheless, I didn’t stop Levi from doing it either. Still wouldn’t. Vivian was a long time coming, and she kept fucking with me.
With him .
With Ozzy.
In the end, I might be going straight to hell for this. However, I’m hoping it relieves some stress between Cairo and Ozzy to where they feel lighter and freer. To where they don’t have to worry about what she’s going to do next and…maybe Ozzy will be more at peace.
That’s the hope, anyway.
“Right there, Little T,” Cairo grumbles low, still thrusting into me so hard that I’m definitely going to feel him in the morning. “I’m going to come.”
God, his voice is so goddamn sexy.
His cock refuses to let up and fill me. I’m a heaving mess against his hand, but I’d beg him to keep going if he stopped.
I need this like I need a vacation.
And this is the closest I’m going to get.
Cairo suddenly freezes up for a moment as his body shudders against my spine before he’s back to thrusting deep and hard. “Milk me. If you don’t fuckin’ come, I’m going to make you scream.”
He releases my mouth, returning his fingers to my clit, and I’m not entirely sure what he fucking does, but with the quick, needy movements of my release, I’m covering my own lips when I climax.
The man behind me keeps pounding into me, never letting up, never giving me an ounce of breathing room. And when he finally believes I’m done, he nestles his face into the crook of my neck and licks the sweat that’s formed there.
“Rest, Little T,” he mutters gently. “I’ll wake you up when I’m ready to go again.”
I didn’t believe he was serious.
But he was.
Cairo wakes me up two other times during the night to fuck me raw and mercilessly on the floor. Each time, he tells me how good I feel. Each time, he bitches at me for lying to him.
But when we’re close to breaking apart, he tells me how grateful he is and I need to come.
I’m surprised about the latter, but I remember how sore and exhausted I am.
So much so, I’m almost positive I heard him say that he loves me.