Dane and Dash were tucking themselves behind furniture like I couldn’t see two giant blobs larger than the width of the sofa, and that’s when my sights settled on Vix, who was either too blind or dumb to realize what was going on right now.
I dropped down next to him on the sofa, grabbed his arm and shoved until he was up on his feet. “The hot chick needs your help in the basement.”
“What hot chick?” he mumbled, scratching his balls before stretching his arms over his head. I could still smell the liquor on his breath. Moonshine, if I were to hazard a guess. No wonder the fucker didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.
“The redhead with the big tits.” I pointed to the basement door. “She’s all alone down there without a cock to keep her company. You’re up, brother.” I gave his ass a few quick taps, and Vix stumbled towards the door.
“He’s more likely to take a long trip down a short flight of stairs than she is,” Rudy grumbled at me.
I lifted a shoulder. “More food for the rest of us then.”
“Which reminds me…” Rudy clapped his hands together, suddenly forgetting he was standing in the middle of the room with that same bedsheet still wrapped around his waist. “Everyone up and start taking a stock count.”
CHAPTER 14
NICKIE
Five. Four. Three. Two. One…
I counted off in my head, waiting for the shadowy figure to cautiously make its way down the stairs, and when he finally reached the landing, I jumped out and screamed “boo” as loud as I could.
The figure dropped ass-first onto the bottom step with a bang and a grunt. I laughed, pulled the old clown mask I found in one of Granny’s boxes of junk up off my head, and tossed it aside. She had a tub labeled for every holiday. Including more Christmas stuff I could bring upstairs.
“Got ya!” I aimed a finger at him.
“Ow, fuck,” he grunted back, and I dusted away a couple of cobwebs and flicked on the little flashlight I swiped off the back shelf and shined it in his direction. Taking in the sharp lines of his jaw, dark shaggy hair, and bright blue eyes, which he was having trouble keeping open with the way I was blinding him.
“My bad.” I lowered the handle of the flashlight and helped Drunky to his feet. I might not have rememberedhis name, but I sure as shit remembered how much he liked Granny’s moonshine. “Which one are you again?” I asked him.
He opened his mouth to answer and ended up stumbling forward. The blow sent us both tumbling back into another stack of boxes before he rolled us over so that he was spread out on the cold cement floor underneath my naked ass.
“Vix,” he said while staring up at me with a dopey grin. All lips and teeth. But nice lips and teeth. Plump pussy-sucking lips and white booby-biting teeth.
I trailed a finger over the outline of his pecs and lower to his ab muscles. I could feel his heart beating in his chest. “Well, Vix, how about you and me get to know each other a little better?”
He swallowed and nodded as I reached into the tub of Christmas decorations I’d pulled out from under the stairs and tugged a string of red-and-green tree lights free. Stretching Vix’s hands high above his head and wrapping his wrists up prettier than a present. It was like having my own life-sized GI Joe. All that was missing was the bow.
Aw, Granny, you shouldn’t have! Then again, I was a very, very good girl this year. Despite what I told Que. Just depended on your definition of “good.” Mine leaned a little more towards the good at being bad side of things.
I reached behind me, slipped a hand into Vix’s pants, and fished around until I felt what I was looking for. Or more like didn’t feel.
I scrunched up my nose, clamping a hand over his mouth when he went to offer me what I could only assume was an excuse. “Shhh, it’s okay. We ain’t gonna let a littlething like whiskey dick stop us from having fun, now are we?”
I shook my head, squeezing his cheeks and forcing him to shake his along with me.
“That’s what I thought.” I grinned and shimmied higher on his waist, straddling his shoulders and pressing on the meat of his jaw until his mouth was opening and I was lowering myself down on top of it.
The first swipe of his tongue on my clit told me I wasn’t taking V’s oral V-card, while the splattering of something wet and globby on his chin reminded me he was eating his friend’s come.
The thought just made me wetter as I continued to grind my pussy up and down and side to side. My hands digging in his hair and jerking his head whichever way felt better in the moment.
Sometimes I liked it sloppy, uncoordinated, and teasing. Other times I wanted to get straight to the point. Right now was one of thoseothertimes, so I pulled harder on his hair. Forcing his tongue out and his chin up and started to ride his face. All my leverage gone when my stomach clenched and my upper body arched forward. My palms flat on the floor by each side of his head and my bare knees raw as I continued to scrape away at layer after layer of skin.
I wouldn’t say that I was a sex addict. It wasn’t sex that I enjoyed. It was the orgasms. The power that came with them. Whether it was me or someone else achieving them. The way that every part of me or them was controlled by what was being done to it. Watching the eyes roll back, a cock stiffen, feeling your pussy salivate, your body convulse. It was nature’s drug. And it was free.
At least for me it was. I was sure some people paid for it. But my ass never had to.
Vix groaned against my pussy lips, the vibration traveling up inside me and curling the tips of my toes. And I could feel it. That perfect balance of coming and not coming. The point of no return. It was like a needle to my vein. A flash and a bang. Hot and cold. Building up and letting go.
