Chapter 1 Stone #2
I sit back down with a sly grin on my face. “Never have I ever lived anywhere other than New York.”
Vanna puts a finger down and takes a sip of her drink. She winces, her face scrunching in the cutest way. Either her friend is trying to poison her, or the drink is just awful.
“Grew up in Chicago before I moved here for college.” She explains. “Never have I ever thrown a party for myself.”
“Does this even count? It’s technically for our business.” I challenge.
“Oh, it counts.”
Rolling my eyes, I take the shot. “Okay, then. Never have I ever gotten a tattoo from the person I’ve slept with.”
She holds her stare and all four fingers up, indicating that she hasn’t done that either.
“Well, that's a relief.” I chuckle. “Then I can be your first.”
Her dark brows quirk up. “You know... I was going to tell you to fuck off, but I never turn down a tattoo.”
I roll closer to her until I’m leaning over her body. “I’m really good.”
“At designs?”
“At fucking.”
She smirks and sits up a little straighter, her hand planted against my chest. “Never have I ever used being a tattoo artist as a way to pick up girls.”
“Low blow, Darkness.” I shake my head. “Come here.”
She straightens until her face is level with mine. I take a swig of the tequila and grip her cheeks between my fingers to hold her steady.
As I lower my lips to hers, she opens for me, allowing me to spit the liquor into her mouth.
I can feel her swallow when I lower my grip to her throat.
She tries to pull away, but I hold her close and crush our mouths together before she can escape.
A small yelp burst free at the abrasiveness, and it’s like wind chimes on a breezy day.
Light and resonant. The perfect soundtrack to this moment.
“I’m half determined to make sure we never happen.” She whispers against my lips.
“And why is that?”
I pull away only to search those eyes of hers. The earthly colors of her irises instill a sort of de ja vu. Entranced, I fall deeper into this fantasy my mind is creating where she becomes my everything.
“Because I hate being set up and because you’re so damn confident in your ability to make it happen.”
“Please. You said it yourself; you’d never turn down a free tattoo.”
“Wow, now I feel like I’m being paid for my time.”
“I mean, if that’s how you want to look at it. The way I see it is commemorating the best night of your life.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah right, Lover Boy.”
“Darkness and Lover Boy - has a good ring to it.”
She swings her legs over the side nearest to me and makes to get up. Before she can, the door to the studio swings open. We both startle at the loud interruption, and turn to find Vanna’s ex barreling in.
Eyes bright with madness, he crosses his arms over his chest and snarls.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Not now, Hunter.” Vanna sighs.
“Did you fuck him?”
She shrugs, dragging her gaze over to me. “Not yet.”
There’s a promise in her words that makes me smile. Even if it’s in spite of her ex, I’ll take it.
“Van, you said...” He starts but pauses when he notices I’m absolutely listening.
“Yeah, and I changed my mind.”
“For him? Come on. You don’t even know him.” He whines.
I come around to the other side of the chair and lean against it to face this guy while Vanna stays where she is behind me.
“Look, dude. She’s allowed to change her mind.” I interject.
“Vanna.” He pleads with her again.
She stalks over to the center of the room between the two of us and gives us both serious perusals.
Crossing her arms over her chest she says, “We can solve this issue easily.”
“What are you talking about?” He asks her.
“I’ll just fuck you both.”
While a wild grin forms on my face, a scowl stretches on her ex’s. She’s a disaster waiting to happen, but the more time I spend with her, the more I’m buying into everything she is.
“I’m down.” I say, standing.
“Oh, are you now?” She challenges.
I nod, “I mean if he isn’t, then it can just be us two.”
She belts out a laugh as she finds his face. “Hunter? Your call. You in or out?”
We watch him contemplate the options here. Does he let her fuck me or does he join? Either way, he’s not going to win tonight.
His fists clench then unclench. Two, three, four times before he finally shakes his head and concedes.
“Fine.”
Vanna squeals in delight and grabs the tequila bottle from my hands and passes it over to Hunter. Taking a few gulps, he tries to catch up to the level of drunk that we are.
Walking forward, I press myself into her back and she molds into me. The top of her head barely meets my shoulder, and the vast difference between our vibes is calling me to see this through. I’m drawn to this woman and at this moment, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to just be around her.
Even if that’s a three-way with her ex.
Hunter shuffles toward her and leans in for a kiss, but she stops him with a hand to his chest.
“I want you to kiss him.” She says, scooting out from between us.
There’s a devilish smile on her face as she challenges us both. As if she’s testing Hunter and me to see how far we are willing to go for her. Joke’s on her because I have zero inhibitions, and she’s about to find that out really quick.
Hunter groans and I let out a triumphant chuckle. I can see the wheels turning inside his head as he debates how far he’ll take this. Unafraid, I strip my shirt off and toss it to the floor.
There’s a blush that’s slowly spreading across his tan features.
I close the distance between us and lift the hem of his shirt.
He doesn’t look pleased, but he doesn’t stop me.
He’s stunningly clean, not a scratch, scar, or blemish of ink on his skin.
Just a small dusting of dark curls smattered along his chest.
He’s the kind of guy that spends too much time in the gym rather than focusing on his girl, but perhaps that’s why she liked him. She seems drawn to red flags.
I grab the sides of his face and pull him to me. Our lips meet, and he instantly tenses up.
“Never done this before?” I ask.
“Nope.” Vanna calls out from beside us.
Licking my lips, I dive back in and take the lead. I have no qualms about kissing another man. Especially, if it’s for the woman whose soul is screaming at me to feed it.
So, I do. I drag my tongue along his own, tasting the tequila. The roughness of his beard scrapes against my freshly shaven chin and it feels no different than eating out a woman with curls between her legs.
After a minute or so, he eases up. His muscles aren’t as rigid, and his mouth moves more fluidly.
I walk him back over to the chair, grabbing Vanna’s hand along the way and stop to kiss her. Her lips fuse to mine like they belong there. There’s something so right about this touch between us that even she can’t deny. Yet here we are entertaining this challenge.
Moving behind her, I let Hunter take my place while I yank her dress over her head.
They collide together as I make myself busy running my hands down the sides of her body.
They trail her hips, then over her ass and around to her clit.
She moans into Hunter’s mouth, and he swallows it down; my moan.
A sound that I created within her. It heats my blood until it all travels south.
My cock aches painfully inside my jeans and I desperately want to spread her ass from here and slide myself between the slit of her pussy.
Hunter freezes as I extract a condom from my wallet. His eyes flick up to catch mine, and I find instant regret.
“I didn’t bring one.” Then he looks to Vanna, and she just rolls her eyes.
“Guess you’re just gunna have to watch.” She tells him.
But I’m feeling extra generous tonight. I hand the condom over to Hunter and wink at Vanna. It will be the last time he ever fucks her again.
“I’ve never seen a fake orgasm, but I’d like to see it on you while you fuck your ex.” I whisper in her ear. Hunter doesn’t notice as he distracts himself with the rubber. “And when he’s done, I’ll help you finish.”
She shudders as I bend her over the side of the chair and yank down her thong. When it falls to the floor, I snatch it and shove it in my pocket. Then, slip two fingers inside of her. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, but as expected, she’s soaked.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her until she’s a writhing, squirting mess. Then I slap her ass and come around to the opposite side of the chair to face her. Sitting back down on the stool, I hold her face up to mine while Hunter eases himself inside of her.
She’s absolutely stunning.
I’ve never seen so much lust on someone’s face before. She’s entranced, completely obliterated and out of this world. Her body jolts forward as her ex bucks his hips.
“Keep your eyes on me.” I instruct.
She does and I reward her with a kiss.
“Now, take me out. I need to feel your hands around my cock.”
She unsteadily extracts my dick and pumps her fist along my shaft. It’s soft at first, then she works harder.
“I want to taste it.” She breathes.
Unable to deny her a thing, I stand with my hand beneath her chin for support as I slip my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She hums as I fill her and the vibrations rattle through me, tickling me down to my very toes.
I throw my head back, but only for a moment because the sight of Vanna taking my cock down her throat is something I never want to miss.
She works her tongue over my tip, then plunges down until my balls are grazing her chin.
Saliva pools from the corners of her mouth and makes a mess on the chair.
I slide my fingers through it and slip them into my mouth.
The taste of cum still on my fingers now accompanies her spit and it’s making me delirious.
As if I’ve drunk the poison that is Vanna and will happily succumb to its deadly ways.
“You’re taking his cock so well, Darkness.” I murmur.
I ignore the man fucking her because in a few short moments, he’ll finish and walk out that door. He’ll be nothing but a toy we used tonight.
Right on cue, Hunter grunts his release and pulls out. Quickly, he discards the used condom and struggles into his clothes again all while Vanna swallows me down her throat like the good girl she is.
“Vanna.” Her name is a demand on his tongue, but she ignores him.
“You can go now.” I tell him.
“No fucking way. Vanna!”
She begins to pull away, but I stop her with my hand on the back of her head. Slowly, I push her down on me again until her lips kiss the base of my shaft, then ease up to allow a breath.
When she makes it obvious that she’s not going to stop, Hunter spins around and storms out of the studio. A colorful barrage of swears fill the hall after him, but she still lets him go.
The door slowly closes shut, the weight of it helping. I yank at her hair and pull myself from her mouth.
“Lie down on your back.”
She does, and I climb on top of her. Black makeup is smudged down her cheeks and over her saliva covered lips. I take this moment to clean her up with my tongue, drinking every drop that leaked from her mouth.
Then I lower between her thighs. The moment I meet her clit her hips buck up into my face, and her thighs squeeze my head. She’s sensitive and that’s exactly how I want her. With fervor, I cherish every inch of her pussy. Inside and out until she’s panting and moaning and screaming my name.
And when I work her like a rabid animal, she lifts up off the chair like a woman possessed and gushes straight into my mouth. I swallow her cum like it’s the goddamn essence of life.
My cock throbs between my legs with the need for relief, so I tug and pull until I’m spilling myself over her bare mound.
My cum glistens against her skin and I have the worst urge to stuff her with it. To scoop it up and slide it inside her with my fingers, but I resist. I would hate to scare her off so soon.
Instead, I offer her a grin. Climbing from the chair, I grab a few paper towels on my desk and wet them before I wash her off.
“You okay?” I ask, easing her into a sitting position.
She nods, biting her bottom lip. “I think he hates me.”
I shrug, “Who cares.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
She doesn’t look sad. Contemplative perhaps, but not sad. Probably wondering if this really will be the last time she ever fucks her ex.