Chapter Seventeen
Shopping with Katie was not like I had expected. It was… fun. Getting to know her over the past week has been amazing, but experiencing something with her, even as mild as a shopping spree, was eye-opening. I can't remember having laughed or smiled so much ever . I mean, maybe when Mom was alive, but those memories have gotten lost in the ether.
We gossiped about music, movies, people we used to know, and celebrity scandals. It was all so normal. The contrasts between where I had been and what I had experienced in my life compared to Katie's lavish lifestyle had never been so obvious.
Katie took me to a variety of shops. We tried on everything from formal dresses to sun dresses, bikinis to loungewear. We even went into a lingerie store. It was Katie who had convinced me to try on the stunning, one-piece corset. The floral lace covered the cups and stomach of the piece, leaving the sides, crotch, and thong in a see-through black mesh. A tiny black bow sat between the cups, which pushed my tits up perfectly. Thin straps held the piece over my shoulders while lace ruffles flared at my hips.
Katie pleaded to see it on, so I chucked on my denim shorts and strutted out of the change rooms. Katie and the girl serving us both gushed over the piece and how it flattered my body in the most tantalizing way.
"This is it," Katie said. "This is the outfit to send those fuckers to their knees!"
I couldn’t help but agree.
Hours later, I was posing in front of the full-length mirror in my room. I had found the perfect boot and skirt combination to complete the outfit after visiting a few more shops with Katie. By the time we finally left the shopping center, the sun was setting, my feet were aching, and my stomach was gurgling.
We stopped for Chinese take-out and took it home to eat. Terrible idea, really. There is just something about the Chinese cuisine that makes me want to eat more and more, even as my stomach begs me to stop. I will definitely be spending the night focusing on keeping my stomach tensed to hide the Chinese food baby I am sporting.
My phone started vibrating against the vanity, and I quickly answered it when I saw it was East .
"Hey girl-" I start, only for Easts' whispered words to cut in.
"I'm sneaking out!"
"Bitch say what?" I hiss, suddenly whispering too.
"I'm coming to the party!" East squeaks, sounding equally excited and nervous.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Easterly Mazzuchelli?" I joke. "But seriously, fuck yes! Good on you for breaking those chains your dads got you padlocked to. How are you getting there?"
"Felix is going to pick me up after he gets you. I am just waiting for my father to get home. He and West have some business meeting bullshit tonight."
I don’t know why my stomach sank at the news. West was an asshole; I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him. But a part of me, a disgustingly loud part, screamed in disappointment that he wouldn't see me dropping jaws in my scandalous outfit. That I would not see him .
Shaking my head, I focus on East as she continues.
"I am going to text you as soon as he is in his office, but we must hurry. His chair faces away from the window but who knows if he will swing his chair around for a look outside. "
"Sure thing," I say, grabbing my purse off the bed and heading for the door. "Felix should be here soon. Actually," I pull my phone from my ear and check the time, "he should have been here 20 minutes ago."
East tells me she will be in touch and we hang up. Katie is in the lounge but comes out when she hears me coming. Her eyes go wide, and she smiles like a fiend as she takes me in. I do a twirl for her.
I had messaged Felix while Katie and I had been at the shopping center, asking his advice on what products I should use to give my short hair some style for tonight. He pretty much replied with an essay on all the different products I could use. I ended up purchasing some styling gel, a new shampoo and conditioner set, and hairspray, amongst other things.
"Hot damn, Roe!" she gushes. "Those Dukes won't know what hit them!”
After waiting on the side of the road for a good ten minutes, we collect East and speed off before her father can catch us. East looks stunning in an 80s-styled, sequined top and denim short shorts. But damn, does she pull it off. She blushes deeply as I compliment her.
"I'm so stupidly nervous," she says, ringing her fingers together. "I had no idea what to wear! I don’t exactly own many outfits that would be high school party-appropriate, but I managed to put this together. I look ok, right? I'm not going to stand out like a sore thumb?"
"Girl, did you not just hear what I said? You are on fire!"
"Seriously, E, if I weren't gay, I would totally do you," Felix adds helpfully.
"Gross, Fee!" East squeaks.
I cannot help but laugh at their antics. I have had what I thought were friends before I came here, but I realize now that they weren't even close to true friends. I have never had anything like this bond that Felix and East share, though I feel ours growing every day. The same stands for Trent, though he seems kind of distant. I'm really not sure if that has something to do with the Dukes or his relationship with East. Or non-relationship, I should say.
Cars are lining the driveway as we pull up to Law's house. We find a spot about halfway to the house, flashing lights visible as we start the short trek around a winding bitumen road .
The party is already in full swing, which surprises me. I am not a party expert, but I am sure the ones thrown in the suburbs back in Perth were given a loose start time. Say, the party starts at 8, you do not arrive until at least 9, maybe 9:30. That's just how parties worked from where I came from.
Here, we are forty minutes late but it may as well be hours. Everyone is highly intoxicated already. It’s almost as if they have been drinking since lunchtime. Which, in all honesty, would not surprise me if some of them had been entitled rich kids and all.
The noise inside is deafening. I was shocked to spy an actual band playing live on a small stage. I almost pee myself when I realize exactly who it is.
"East! Felix!" I grip both of them on the forearm. "Why was I not informed that Skewls Owt was going to be here? I am ten seconds from a fangirl meltdown!"
"Why do you think I snuck out, girl?" East laughs. "I wouldn't risk my dad's wrath for just anyone. Except you guys, of course."
"Shut up and let's get to the front!" Felix cuts in, love-hearts practically bursting from his eyes like a Loony Tunes character. "The drummer is gay, and I am so tapping that tonight. "
East and I squeal as we push our way to the front of the stage. Scowls are thrown my way, but as soon as they see who is pushing them, they back down with wide eyes. Too fucking right, bitches. Make way for your queen.
Time blurs as I dance to the upbeat pop music. I make eye contact more than once with the main singer; Derek. He eyes me up and down like I am a prize with his name on it. And in all honesty, I bask in his obvious interest.
When there is a small break between songs, I wave him over. East digs her fingers into my side as Derek saunters over and squats in front of me.
"What's up, gorgeous?" he says. I fight not to cringe at his wannabee playboy charm.
"I have a very important favor to ask of you," I smile sweetly, blinking up at him from under my lashes.
He is fucking putty in my hands.
"Anything, baby girl," he coos. Gross. He needs to stop talking now. He is becoming less and less attractive with every syllable that leaves his mouth.
"I want to sing," I say. "On stage. With you. Right now."
He stutters a moment before agreeing. He pulls me onto the stage as East and Felix holler from the crowd. Can't say I receive the same enthusiasm from my classmates .
Derek pulls me over to his bandmates, the gay drummer and the guitarist, both also backup singers.
"Who's this sweet thing?" The guitarist, Mikey, asks, running his eyes over my body.
"I'm Roe," I grin. "And you guys are going to play a song for me."
It takes barely a minute to work out the finer details, Derek disappearing a moment before returning with a second guitar. The song I have asked them to play is one they sang a cover for before they went big, so there is no need to hash out a playlist.
"On three," Derek whispers.
I turn to face the crowd, taking in the scowls, smirks, disdain, and hatred. East and Felix are shining beacons of pride amongst the gloom, and I send them a smile, not at all fazed by everyone else's opinions. I am high on adrenaline and fun, no one can knock me down.
Except maybe him.
"One."
The countdown starts, and I spy West shoving through the crowd like a fucking bull.
"Two."
He reaches Law and Brett, both of whom are staring at me with lust in their eyes .
"Three."
I smirk. West was about to lose his shit.
" Fuck you, and your mom and your sister and your job ," I sing, putting my heart and soul into the words as the music comes to life behind me. The crowd gasps and cheers as they take in my voice, but I only have eyes for him.
West spins as if in slow motion as I bellow the chorus of ABCDEFU by Gayle . His eyes clash with mine; his furious and shocked, mine victorious.
" Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off ," I sing, putting emphasis on the final line of the chorus. Because who could resist Captain Floof and all his floofiness?
I bask in the sounds of the crowd as they sing along, hands waving in the air and bodies bopping to the tune. It’s thrilling. Invigorating. Hell, I could get used to this.
My eyes flash back to Wests as the chorus grows ever nearer, and with a smirk pulling at my lips, I decide to switch up the lyrics a touch. It’s spur of the moment, and I will likely fuck up the rhythm, but to hell with it. West could do with a slap in the face.
The chorus breaks, and I scream into the microphone .
" A-B-C-D-E-F-U and your dad and all the money that you have
And your stupid fast car and your fucking attitude
Fuck you and your friends who always have your back
Every single fucking Duke, you can all fuck off! "
The crowd doesn't know whether to riot or celebrate, their eyes darting from me to the Dukes as they cringe. The band behind me quit with the backup singing and have awkwardly continued to play behind me, but no one even cares who they are anymore.
East and Felix are screaming and laughing with enthusiasm, and I send them a wicked grin.
I glance back to the Dukes as the song continues. Law has his hand over his mouth as if he is holding back a grin. Brett is as expressionless as ever, though I catch a sparkle in his eyes that is not usually there.
West is furious. There is a tick at his jaw as his entire body clenches tight in fury. I can even see his hands shaking from here.
The song ends, and there is a scattered round of applause, mostly halfhearted, but it’s there. I absolutely have more than a few fans out there.
Suddenly, there is an arm snagged around my waist, and I am pulled to face Derek. He has got a mischievous smirk on his face but the heat in his eyes is undeniable. Especially as he tightens his grip on my hips and begins to lean forward.
He is going to kiss me. In front of everyone.
I hesitate because fuck, I really don't think I'm attracted to this guy after all. He's sweaty and arrogant and has a sickly stench of body odor seeping from his pores. But then I remember West. I think of his face as I wrapped my lips around his cock. I think of the smirk on his face as his cat crew scampered off, even as my hair fell to the floor. I think of him glaring throughout the song, of how he would react to this little act of defiance.
And so, I lean forward and meet Derek's lips in a messy and unsatisfying kiss. Honestly, as soon as our mouths meet, I want nothing more than to pull away and spit out the saliva his tongue put in my mouth. But he held tight, one hand moving to the back of my head to keep me in place. I raise my hands to push him off when suddenly he is not there anymore. A hand braces against my upper arm, and I turn to see Law grinning down at me.
As if in slow motion, I move my gaze from him to where West has Derek by the scruff of his shirt, his fist meeting the rockstar's nose in a bone-crunching thwack !
West
The punk-ass prick’s nose shatters under my fist, and I revel in the blood that splatters my chin. Roe and her stupid fucking song had me burning in fury. When I spied this scrawny asshole eyeing up my girl, I lost it. The crowd had parted easy enough under the weight of my fury, but I hadn’t been able to reach Roe before he had put his disgusting mouth on hers.
With Law and Brett on my heels, I had jumped onto the stage and pulled the guy off her. Even in my angry haze, I could see she wasn't into it.
I slam my fist into his nose again. His eyes immediately roll into the back of his head. Fucking weak-assed pussy.
Belatedly, I realize one of the other band members is flailing against my side. The fuck is with these guys and their complete lack of muscle?
I slam my elbow into his eye, and he drops like a stone. The third guy, the drummer, is standing with his hands raised and eyes wide and panicked. Brett is glaring at him, ready to put him in his place should he decide to fight us as well.
Another fist thumps me in the ribs, though this hit has some push to it. I spin around, fist raised and ready to sleep this mother fucker. I pause in shock as I come face to face with Roe. Well, face to fist, really. She cops my good, slamming her angry little knuckles into the side of my face. Shit, that might even leave a bruise.
"You mother fucking, stuck up, asshole!" she screams. She throws her fist at my face again, but this time I am prepared. I catch it in one hand, hers dwarfed by my own.
In the corner of my eye, I notice Brett and Law are clearing the room. Doesn't stop the cameras from flashing. Fuck. There is no way my father isn’t going to hear about this.
East and Felix are helping the drummer in caring for his mates. I can't for the life of me understand why East would be helping the guy who was obviously two seconds away from sexually assaulting her best friend.
"He kissed you," I sneer, letting go of Roe's fist only to grab her by the arm.
"I leaned into it!" She screeches.
"You were trying to pull away! "
She scoffs. "Yes, he tasted like ass, and I was done with the saliva tsunami he was forcing on me! But I had it sorted, West! I am not one of your weak little groupies who lets guys take advantage of her!"
"I can see that," I rub my cheek where she right hooked me.
She screams through closed lips, and I can't help but admire how utterly beautiful she looks like this. Fierce and angry, with her stunning little body looking like my own personal buffet. I lick my lips as my eyes drift over her.
East takes that moment to join our little confrontation.
"What the ever-loving fuck was that, West?" she demands.
"Me?" I ask, incredulous. "Roe was the one flaunting her body on stage, singing some stupid song about the Dukes, spreading propaganda, and then she acts like a fucking whore with that ugly prick!" I point to where said ugly prick is glaring at me from the floor, an ice pack pressed to his nose.
They screech at me, speaking over one another like spitting wild cats.
"Don't call me a fucking whore you-"
"Don't make this out to be anyone's fault but your- "
Fucking girls. Ignoring their squawking, I bend and throw Roe over my shoulder, making sure to place my hand over her ass to stop her skirt from flying up and flashing everyone. I am unable to help myself when I smack the plump globes, my hand stinging at the contact. Roe screams in indignation, slamming her fists against my lower back.
"Little bit to the left," I say, grinning as she curses and stops her assault. I whistle, catching the attention of Brett and Law. I jerk my head towards East, and they nod. They will get her home safely.
Turning away, I head for the stairs. They are off-limits, of course, to everyone else. There is plenty of space for partying on the ground floor, not to mention more than enough toilets and a couple of bedrooms for people to fuck in. The more adventurous just do it wherever they can find a space.
I turn right at the top, heading down the hallway to Law's suite. His suite is practically a house on its own, with three bedrooms, a bathroom, a loungeroom, and even a small kitchen, so he doesn't have to make the trek down to the main kitchen every time he wants a snack.
I have often found myself jealous of his easy lifestyle. But also sorry for him. His parents just don't give a shit about him. They leave him to his own devices and forget he exists. When we were young boys, Laws’ house was the go-to for sleepovers. We reveled in the freedom; playing video games until 5 am, watching our first porno at ten years old, the loudspeaker blasting fake moans through the entire, empty house.
It was the four of us then, Law, Brett, Trent, and I. We caused havoc on the often, much as we do now, but on a more juvenile level.
I kick open the second door I come upon; my room.
Wasting no time, I cross the room and throw Roe onto the bed. She squeals and lands with a bounce, her legs spread wide and her skirt blown up to reveal the see-through mesh covering her pussy. My brain short-circuits as I take in her smooth, plump lips.
Growling, I lunge for her just as she goes to close her legs. I grip her by the backs of her knees and spread her wide for me before leaning close and running my nose along the damp fabric, sniffing deeply all the way up. She smells delicious; a cocktail created for my every desire. Something feral takes over me at that first inhale, and I know that I have to make her mine.
Roe begins to struggle and curse .
"What the actual fuck, you sicko!" she shrieks. Her fingers find my hair, and she locks in her claws and pulls.
Laughing, I circle my nose around her sensitive clit twice before relenting to her tugs.
"Don't act like you didn't just soak your panties for me," I smirk, her scent lingering on my nose.
"Like fuck!" she objects.
My grin grows as her cheeks blush prettily.
"Liar."
In an instant, I have moved her legs together so I can grip them in one hand; my other hand finds the edge of her panties, and before she has even taken a sharp, shocked inhale, I have pulled them to the side.
"West! I do not consent!" Roe screams. "You hear that? I do not consent!"
I huff a laugh as I stare at her pretty pink pussy, glistening in her desire. With her legs pushed together, I can't see her sensitive little clit, but fuck do those lips look gorgeous pushed together like that.
I swipe a finger leisurely through her folds, not missing Roe's entire body jolting and her stuttering intake of breath. Leaning forward, I shove my now-wet finger into her mouth. She instantly splutters, using her tongue to try and force me out but only succeeding in cleaning my finger off more efficiently.
I remove my finger and stick it into my own mouth. Fuck, she tastes even better than she smells.
"Tastes like consent to me," I say.
We lock eyes for a split second before I spread her legs once more and dive in.
Roe
His intention was plain as day as he stared into my very soul, eyes bright with heat and desire. And then he was on me.
His tongue swiped one long and torturous lick from my center to my clit. For a split second, my mind goes completely blank. Then, suddenly, I am overcome with searing heat, impossible pleasure, and an insatiable desire. Fuck, that feels good.
West was right. I could pretend all I wanted that my body did not want this. That I didn't want him. But we were inevitable .
West groans, spreading my legs wider and plunging his tongue back to my hole, and pushing it inside of me.
"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" I gasped, snagging his hair in my fists again, though this time I was forcing him closer, not away.
I raise my head off the bed to peek down at him. West's eyes rise to meet mine. He sends me a savage smirk before circling his tongue around my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I let my head fall back as I bask in this unfamiliar wave of desire. Sure, I was no virgin, but from my experience, men were not experts in a woman's pleasure. But West, God, did he know what to do with that tongue.
"You think you are winning because you can make my body feel good, but you can't make me cum, Baby Duke," I taunt, my voice breathy and unconvincing even to my own ears. I had no doubt West was fully capable of taking me over the edge, but giving him something to strive for couldn't hurt. "I won't cum for you.”
He chuckles, sucking one outer lip into his mouth. He releases it and moves to the other, showing it the same attention.
"Princess, who said anything about cuming?"
Asshole .
His tongue penetrates my folds again, his movements unrushed. I begin to squirm in impatience. He is taunting me. Licking me torturously slow, his tongue pressing gently against me. I move my hips, trying to force his movements faster, but he just chuckles and pulls his tongue away, kissing me gently where I am craving friction.
Deciding to take things into my own hands, I squeeze his face between my thighs before rolling us in one swift move until West is on his back and I am sitting astride his face. I look down and meet his shocked gaze.
"You forget I am not one of your doting whores, Baby Duke," I say, lowering myself back onto his mouth.
His eyes flash. "Thank fuck for that."
He takes hold of my hips in a firm and almost painful grip. But I am so wrapped up in pleasure that I barely feel it. West opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for me.
I begin to ride his face in earnest, my hips rocking forwards and backward in an erratic beat. Our eyes stay locked together as I use West's face like a scratching pole, relieving the itch with every roll of my hips.
My pleasure begins to crest, and I throw my head back, my spine arching as my movements become stilted, but West is there to see me through. He takes over by rolling my hips and flicks his tongue against my sensitive bud .
With a shrieked curse, I come apart for my Duke. White fireworks flash behind my closed eyes as my thighs shake. My convulsing pussy tightened in erratic jolts.
West laps at my cunt until he has consumed every last drop of my satisfaction. In a state of bliss, I collapse onto the bed beside him and close my eyes. Just for a moment.
A moment seems to blend into God knows how long because the slamming of a car door startles me awake. I blink around me in confusion as my mind struggles to catch up with reality. I am wrapped snugly like a bug in a rug, which, conveniently, is exactly what I am wrapped in. I am cradled against a hard chest, ensnared in taught arms that hold me beneath my knees and around my back. Glancing up blearily, I take in the firm jaw, with a five o'clock shadow, of Western Mazzuchelli.
He glances down at me briefly before refocusing on the path he treads. Snapping my gaze away from him, I take in our surroundings.
"Take me home," I whisper hoarsely. Damn, all that singing, screaming, and sleeping has taken its toll on my throat.
I take it that West does not hear, so I repeat my demand as he opens the front door .
"No," he says plainly. As if what I am asking is outrageous and impossible.
I am about to abuse the fuck out of the Duke when urgent claws skitter across the floor in their haste to reach us.
Instantly, I forget about feuding with West.
Captain Floof barrels into view, his paws grasping for purchase on the slick tiled floor. I can't help but giggle at his frantic attempts to reach us. Well, to reach me .
I squirm enough for West to relent his hold on me. My feet have barely touched the floor before I am bowled over by the over-eager bear.
I bounce on my butt, and the linen that had kept me covered falls off my shoulders as I snuggled with my puppy dog.
"Oh my gosh! My big shmooshen mcstuffin muffin!" I laugh, wrapping my arms around the beast. "Who's the most handsome boy ever?" I grab his floppy cheeks and smoosh them together, his eyes disappearing behind the loose folds and fur of his face.
I hear West grunt from nearby, something about questioning who raised the damn dog. I ignore the broodiness wafting off him and snuggle my boy.
He breathes his unpleasant dog breath over my face as his jaw drops and tongue darts out .
"Captain Floof!" I squeak, holding up my hands to protect my face from the disgusting love slag I am receiving.
A sharp whistle pierces my ear, and Captain Floof instantly abandons me to sit at West's feet. He stares up at him with such adoration that it is hard to believe anyone could feel for this young man.
West's hard mask slips away as he reaches down and pets the dog with a smile on his face. Fuck, he is beautiful.
I realize I have spoken aloud when West turns raised eyebrows my way. His smile only grows.
I raise my chin and say stubbornly, "Don't look so satisfied. I was talking about the dog.”
His grin grows even more so, white teeth making an appearance.
"It is beautiful," he says, eyes skirting down my body and back up. "The dog, I mean."
Huffing, I pull the blanket up over my breasts and rise.
"You will sleep here," West says, turning his back on me and leading the way down a side corridor. Captain Floof looks at me with a giant, tongue-lolling grin before he takes off after West.
Considering my options, I decide to follow West, hoping he is headed for East's room. I roll my eyes at myself. There is no fucking way he is taking me to his sister. Not after tonight. Not after what we did.
I follow West as he traipses up a set of stairs. Something I notice as we walk through the halls is the bare walls. No hundred-thousand-dollar art pieces break the uncomfortable bareness. No family photos. What kind of home doesn’t have family photos adorning the walls proudly?
West opens a door and stands back for me to enter first. I do so with my chin high and my pride intact.
I pause a few steps in and take in the large bedroom. The walls are painted a navy blue, blending satisfyingly with the carpet of the same hue. A giant, cream-colored dog bed sits in the corner. Captain Floof sits on it with his tail wagging happily as if saying, " This is my bed!" Two doors on one wall indicate a walk-in robe and ensuite. Turning my gaze in the opposite direction, I eye the floor-to-ceiling window taking up the entire side of one wall.
"No shit," I whisper, tiptoeing over to have a closer look.
Beneath Wests' window, I can see a maze-like hedge garden lit up with Narnia-styled lampposts and fairy lights. A giant and completely unnecessary rich person's fountain sits in the middle. I snort as I take in the details of the centerpiece; a man with naked women kneeling at his feet, their arms and hands clutching at whatever part of him they can reach as they worship the faux Duke. I snort at the ridiculousness of it.
"That will be the first thing to go when I inherit this place," West says, coming up close behind me. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck. " If I inherit it at all.”
Shocked, I look over my shoulder and meet his gaze. His lips curl up at the sides.
"My father thinks I am soft," he admits, reaching for my hips and drawing the back of my body against the front of his.
I turn back to face the garden as my breath hitches and my skin tingles. Western Mazzuchelli is anything but soft. His body pressed up against mine is only further proof.
He runs his nose up the length of my neck and I can't help but tilt it to the side to give him better access, a sigh escaping me as his lips press softly beneath my ear.
"What are we doing, West?" I whisper.
The attraction simmering between us is undeniable, the hate burning just as hot as the desire.
"Shh," he whispers, his hands sliding up my body only to hook on the blanket I am wearing. He gives it a tug, and I let it fall, fully aware that I am now fully exposed to anyone who decides to go out for a midnight stroll in the garden. "I know you feel it too. The burn. The need . We get it out of our systems. Tonight. In the morning, we go back to hating each other."
I huff out a humorless laugh. Could we really go back? Would fucking once really be enough to suffocate the flames that engulf us?
West's mouth returns to my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses and small sucks along the sensitive skin. His hands glide to my breast, my back arches of its own accord as he palms my breasts and tweaks my nipples. A small moan escapes me as he pinches them again.
West curses before forcefully spinning me around to face him. He pushes me back against the glass before lowering his mouth to my tits. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking the sensitive bud. I moan again, using one hand to run through his hair, encouraging him to continue with his ministrations. I push the other between our bodies until I reach the bottom of his shirt. Unceremoniously, I push my hand past the fabric and run my fingers across the hard grooves of his stomach. Fuck, he feels good.
Releasing his hair, I push West back a step and drop to my knees. He places a hand against the window as he stares down at me, pupils dilating. I meet his stare as I deftly unbuckle his pants and push them down, followed shortly by his boxers.
I relent to the staring contest as I instead meet the stare of his cock as it bobs in my face. I wrap my hand around the base and bring the head to my lips for an open-mouthed kiss.
West hisses at the contact, encouraging a smirk from my lips. I glance back up at him as I open my mouth wide and suck the head into my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, massaging that sensitive spot that begs for attention. West's rough groan spurs me on. I take him deep into my throat, pushing past the gag and taking him in whole. I hold him there for a moment before releasing his cock with a pop.
I wrap my hand around the tip and jerk it as I say, "You fucking love that, don't you, Baby Duke? You fucking love me on my knees with your big cock down my throat?"
"Don't fucking start that shit again, Roe," he growls. I smile wickedly as I remember the blue balls I gave him at school the other day.
Lifting his cock, I rub my mouth softly against said balls. "Do you want to cum this time, Baby Duke? "
One second, my tongue is slipping out to taste his nuts; the next, I am flung through the air and dropped onto the bed.
I smirk at West as he stands over me, hastily removing his clothes.
"Now this feels familiar," I say, spreading my legs wide, referring to our earlier escapades. I reach a hand between my legs and circle my clit. West's nostrils flare as he watches the movement intently.
"You going to stand there all night while I get myself off?" I taunt.
West is instantly on me. His lips take mine; brutal, feral, passionate, and domineering all in one. His body collapses onto mine, every beautiful, hard inch of him pressing against my body. Moaning into his mouth, I roll my hips, impatient to have his hard cock filling me up. Seemingly on the same page as me, West lifts his hips and shoves a hand between us. The head of his cock has barely met my slick heat before he is pushing inside of me in one brutal thrust.
Our lips unlock as we both groan in unison. My pussy clenches around the solid length of him, and fuck is it a length; the tip reaching places inside of me I did not even know existed .
West slides out slowly before ramming home in one smooth motion. I gasp, eyes locked on his as he sucks in my breaths like a man starved of air. He moves slowly, leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world. I grow impatient quickly.
"The fuck you doing? Making love to me, Baby Duke?"
West growls, and his pace quickens, just barely, but his thrusts become all the more powerful.
"Shit," I hiss, clutching at his firm shoulders as my every nerve lights up. Something warm and fizzy, like a sparkler on New Year's, sizzles deep in my belly.
West smirks. "You’re going to cum for me again," he says as if it's a given, not a question. Smug fucker.
"Not if you keep opening that fat trap of yours," I growl.
He grins at me wickedly before losing any semblance of self-control and slams into me like a jackhammer. I scream in pleasure, my orgasm shooting down my spine, my pussy convulsing and clasping around Wests’ cock.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his ruts abruptly stuttering as his own orgasm takes him over. His cock pulses and twitches inside of me as we come down together.
Wests' body collapses on mine, his sticky forehead, slick with sweat, presses against mine as we stare into each other's eyes .
I feel mine narrow as I gouge his emotions right now, not fully knowing how I myself was feeling. Blissed out, certainly. Confused, angry, and satisfied? Check, check, check. Regretful? No. Not one bit.
And I hated that.
Expressionless, West pulls himself off me, his cock still at half-mast as it slips free, leaving me hollow and empty. He walks across the length of the room and exits through one of the doors I had noticed earlier. The flick of the switch confirms it is a bathroom; pristine white. I tilt my head, admiring the way West's thighs and ass flex with each movement. The defined muscles of his back rippling. He comes back to the door after I hear the tap running for a moment. From there, he ditches something at me. It lands smack against my stomach; a wet flannel.
"Clean yourself up," he grumbles before slamming the door closed between us.
I blink for a few moments at his utter callousness before snatching up the small towel and rubbing myself roughly to clean his fresh jizz from between my legs.
"Mother fucking asshole."