Chapter 35 Stone
THIRTY-FIVE
STONE
The girls are clearly up to something, but whatever it is, I don’t give a fuck just as long as I get to stare at Vanna all dressed up like my own personal slut.
God, I want to strap a collar around her neck and make her sit pretty for me, but knowing her, it’d end up the other way around. Honestly, I wouldn’t complain about that either.
“Let’s play a game.” Vanna suggests, grabbing the bottle of tequila and heading over to the living room.
The city lights are beginning to glow as the sun sets, providing us with the perfect mood lighting. We all drop onto the L-shaped couch and Vanna places Jenga on the table before us.
“Are losers taking shots?” Jace asks.
“Actually, we’re going to play this a little differently. Written on each block is an action that we’ll have to follow. If we pass, then we take a shot.”
I watch her stack the tower three by three and nod her head to Daphne. She pulls the first block and reads it.
“Kiss the player to your left for seven seconds.” She says fighting a grin.
She turns to Jace and crushes her mouth to his. Vanna’s gaze catches mine, almost as if to give them privacy, but that’s not what this game is about. I pull her onto my lap and trail my fingers up her thighs as we watch.
Jace’s tongue tangles with Daphne’s, their bodies coming together like two ends of the color spectrum. Dark and light, broody and bubbly, patient and excitable. Yet, they belong together.
When their time is up, Jace takes his turn.
“Act out a sex position with the person on your left.” As he reads the block out loud, his voice grows quieter until he groans.
I wriggle my brows at him, placing Vanna on the cushion next to me, then spin, offering him my ass – clothed of course.
Holding Vanna’s stare, she giggles, and I sneak her a wild grin. Jace stands behind me and grabs my hips, thrusting his own so his pelvis meets the backs of my thighs. He dry humps me for a few seconds, then slaps my ass before sitting down.
“Never thought we’d get that far, but here we are.” Jace chuckles and we all belt out a laugh.
“That was hot.” Daphne smirks at him and Jace gifts her with a hefty kiss.
Reaching forward, I slip my own block out of the tower with ease and turn it over to read.
“Give the person to your right a lap dance.”
Vanna bursts out laughing when I whip my head toward Jace and find him shaking his own.
“Dude, we’ll be fucking by the end of this.” He grumbles.
Standing, I dance for him, then straddle his hips and roll my body into his. He teases me the entire time, biting his lip and fanning his face, but beneath it all, I’m grateful Jace is the type of man I can have fun with.
Then it’s Vanna’s turn.
“Suck any body part of the person to your left.”
Her eyes flit up to find Daphne’s on the other end of the couch and the features of her face darken. I watch entranced as my girl stands and struts her way over to her friend. Straddling her waist, she grabs the sides of her head and tilts it, then lowers her mouth to her neck.
With slow, languid movements, she licks, then sucks on the skin there. I can feel my cock harden as she gyrates her body, moving against Daphne in a way that seems thirsty. Her tongue laps again and a little moan escapes her friend’s mouth.
But then it’s all over. Vanna ends it with a small peck to her lips and climbs off her.
Returning to my side, she tosses me a devilish smirk, and it takes everything I have in me not to drag her home right now.
Daph grabs the next block.
“Guys.”
“That’s it, that’s what it says?”
“Yeah, it means all the guys have to take a shot.” Vanna explains.
“Where’s the block that says the girls have to make out?” I tease.
Daphne shrugs. “I don’t think there needs to be a block for that. Do you, Vanna?”
“Nope. Come here, babe.” Vanna crooks her finger until the blond stands.
Jace nudges my arm and quirks a brow at me, wondering what the fuck is happening, but also unwilling to question it out loud for fear that it all might end.
The music blares behind us, the beat thudding in a dirty rhythm, and the shots are now heating me up.
Daphne crawls on top of Vanna and without an ounce of hesitancy, crushes her lips to hers. I watch in awe as the two collide together, their tongues dancing and their hands exploring.
Vanna is like a Goddess taking a lover. Completely in control. A basal part of me desperately wants to rip them apart, to take my fiancé and do these things with her, but the darker part of me wants to see what happens next, see how far they’re willing to take this.
After all, I did kiss a man for her, least she can do is return the favor and unlike Hunter, I’m not even in the least bit concerned about Daphne.
A groan slips out of me and the desperate need to squeeze my cock comes hard and fast. I grip it over my jeans as I watch Vanna’s hand creep under Daphne’s skirt.
Her friend’s head drops back at the touch, and she whimpers, unashamed and rolling with pleasure.
She works her hips, desperate to be filled.
Jace scoots to the edge of the cushion, eager and unsure if he should join, but the look in my eyes tells him to just wait it out.
Vanna lifts Daph until her back hits the couch and she’s hovering over her, circling her clit over her panties. Then she draws the pink sheer top over her breasts and brings her rosy lips to her nipple that peeks through the white lingerie.
Daphne moans, chasing every touch, every suck that Vanna is willing to give her.
Fascinated, I watch my dark deity as she works her magic, somehow luring me in despite the fact that she’s not even trying to seduce me.
No, this show is all for Jace. Vanna knows I don’t need it. Yet, I’m enjoying every second anyway.
Lowering herself, she wrangles Daphne’s panties down her thighs and settles between them. Peering over her bare mound and swollen belly, she finds her friend’s lust-drunk gaze.
“Tell me what you want, Daph. Do you want my fingers, my tongue, or both?”
“Both.”
“Mine... or his?” She tosses a look over to Jace and her head falls sideways to follow her gaze.
“I want him to watch.”
Smirking, Vanna dips her face, her tongue slickening her pussy and lapping at her clit. Little pants echo around the room and Jace nearly chucks his jeans right off. I almost chuck my jeans right off and in about two seconds, I don’t think anyone will be able to stop me.
The moment her fingers slip into her cunt, Daphne cries and grabs her breasts. She kneads them as if it will ease the ache building inside her.
She rolls her hips to meet Vanna’s fingers that curl inside of her.
“That’s it, girly. Cum on my tongue.”
Biting my knuckles, I repress the urge to cum myself and memorize every moment Vanna lures out this girl’s orgasm. She’s doesn’t flinch or shy away, instead she laps up every drop like it’s her own pleasure to do so.
When Daphne’s body slumps back onto the cushions, Vanna stands and nods her head to Jace.
“Fuck her.” She demands.
Then slips her hand into mine and drags me out of the condo.
We climb into the car in the dark parking garage, and I can’t keep the heat from flooding my veins. My cock hasn’t simmered even in the slightest and it’s becoming painful.
As I turn to her, she flinches.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to help her. They’ve been having a tough time, and I didn’t think you’d care-”
I slap my hand over her mouth and begin to unbuckle my belt.
“I don’t.” I groan, pulling my dick out. “Sit on my fucking cock.” She eyes me wearily, unsure if she believes that I’m unbothered. So, I shout, “Now before I fucking cum myself.”
She huffs a short laugh, then says, “I’m on my period.”
“Fuck.” I whine. “Spread your legs.”
She does and I rip the netting between them creating a giant hole right where I want it. Then, I slide her thong over and yank the string of her tampon. I toss it out the window and lift her until she’s straddling me.
Slowly, she slides down the length of my cock and I audibly exhale, the relief like ice cold water on a blistering hot day. She’s an antidote to any poison, the cure to my disease.
“That’s it, fuck. Ride my cock, Darkness. Take control.”
And she does. She bounces, riding me until she’s panting and groaning in my ear. It takes no time at all, but before I cum, I lift her hips until my cock slips out and finish in my hand. Cupping my cum in my palm, I tell her to open her mouth.
Obeying, I dribble the fluid onto her tongue. She swallows and with the remainder on my hand, I coat her lips.
Finally, I bring my mouth to hers and taste her.
“What? Afraid of a different flavor?” She murmurs against me.
I nod, “The only pussy I want to taste is yours. Even if I have to soak your tongue and lips with my own cum, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Take me home, Lover Boy.”