Chapter 11 #2
“Vixen, I want you so fucking much.” I lay her on her back and start to lift the bottom of her dress. “More than I ever have.”
“Callum…” Her eyelashes flutter.
She’s too sleepy for this. I stop for a moment to get my bearings. It’s difficult to focus on her.
I keep seeing doubles and trails of her and the items around me, but I’m harder than I have been in months and need to be inside her. I rip off my shirt.
She moans, her eyes close, and she rolls to the side. I shake her, but she doesn’t move.
Fuck.
I’m not gonna have sex with her if she’s passed out.
“Looks like she ingested too much.” Leon’s voice reminds me he’s in the room.
I rest against the back of the couch with my pants pushed down over my hips. My cock is jutting out from the slit in my boxer briefs, and I’m naked from the waist up.
It should alarm me, but I’m floating in some kind of a sexually charged, warped reality. I’m not even sure if this is actually happening.
It’s almost as if something else is in charge and I’m above the scene like I’m having an out-of-body wet dream.
Dazed, I gaze at Leon. A wicked expression paints his face. He sits and leans toward me.
“We could’ve done this another way, but you thought you were smarter than me.” Leon’s evil tone should have me trembling, but for some unknown reason my dick twitches.
There’s a knock on the door. Or at least I think there is. It’s confirmed when two people enter the room.
Zara Blackthorn and Sebastian Holloway stroll in, showing off smiles of exotic dancers who are here to set the room on fire. A zap of adrenaline snaps me out of the fog.
“What are they doing here?” I try to stand, but I’m unstable and wobbly.
“You insisted on playing your way, Cash.” Leon motions with two of his fingers for them to come closer. “There are always consequences when someone steps out of line.”
Zara removes her shoes and slinks over to me. Sebastian is at her side, with his eyes fixed on Livianna. He’s got the determination of a predator screaming off his skin.
I use all my strength to rise to my feet but stumble back and fall against the cushions. The material from my boxer briefs rubs against my shaft and brings my attention back to it.
Fuck! I’m in dire need of getting laid.
Zara stands before me, but she changes form, and she and Livianna trade places. Livianna’s presence settles the bad trip I was starting to have. I sink into a new wave of euphoria.
“Lily…” I rest my head back.
“Yes, Callum. Do you want me?” She lifts her dress off and throws the material to the side, revealing that she’s wearing nothing underneath her clothing.
She runs her hands over her tits and down her torso, stopping when she gets to her thighs.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I palm my length.
Something in the corner of my eyes grabs my attention. Sebastian is hovering over someone in an emerald green dress.
Why is he here?
“Sebastian, you’re not here for that.” Leon’s growl has me turning in that direction. His dark stare hits me. “Unlike you, Cash, when I give someone my word, it means something. I told you I’ll keep her safe and I will, but you’re fair game now, stupid boy.”
What’s he talking about?
Livianna climbs onto my lap. “Don’t you want to be inside of me, baby?”
“More than you know.” I work my pants off.
They fall to my ankles and give my balls enough room to breathe. My senses are beyond intense.
I can’t decide what to focus on. Maybe on how my skin tingles at the slightest touch or how every atom in my cells demands attention. Either is fantastic.
All those feelings blend with colorful enmeshed pictures of big tits, a small waist, and long brown hair. This should be my first clue that something’s off because Livianna’s hair is blue.
Nothing about this trip is normal, though. I close my eyes and float into the wild dream I’m having.
A moan escapes my lungs as I run my palms over her silky hourglass figure. “Lily, slide down me.”
“Yes, let me fuck you.” Livianna’s perfume drifts into my nose.
“You smell so good,” I murmur. “We need a condom.”
“Not tonight. I want you to feel all of me.” Livianna’s mouth finds mine and she impales herself with my cock.
The erotic sensation is far more than I’ve ever experienced. I jerk my hips up and drive into her deeper. All my nerves fire off at once.
I groan. “Fuck, vixen. Your pussy is amazing. It’s hugging my dick so good. I can feel everything inside of you. You’re so damn warm and perfect.”
“God, I’ve missed this dick.” She rocks over me, twisting and spinning her hips. “Fuck me, rockstar. Make me come and drip all over you.”
“Yeah, I want that.” I reach for her breasts and take them into my hands.
The desire to suck her tits draws my head up and my mouth cups around one of her nipples while I twirl the other between my finger and thumb.
This has got to be the best sex we’ve ever had. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
The sensation is like every nerve in my cock has ten thousand fibers that absorb the tightness of her walls, and how warm, wet, and slippery she is. She’s the most amazing lover.
Her heat coats my shaft like a sweet icing that only I get to have. She’s nice and tight inside.
Her scent enhances everything. I love the smell of her perfume.
My balls pull up high and tight to the base of my member. “Fuck, Lily. I’m about to come.”
“Do it. Give me all your cum. Every last drop.” She licks my neck.
It launches me out to space and I shoot my cum as far up her as any rocket could fly. She continues to fuck me and I stay hard.
I drift in and out of consciousness, fading into the black. I try to remain part of this strange sexual escape, but it sucks me under.
Light’s out for me. I’m done. It’s a devastating shame that isn’t truly the case.