“Gosh, that makes us even, then, right? I was a shit friend in there, and now you’re being a shit friend.” Taking another deep breath, I turn to face him. “I’m sorry. You’re not a shit friend. I’m just mad. And I’m sorry for ruining your night.”
He waves off my apology. “You didn’t ruin my night. You made it so much more interesting.” He pulls me in for a hug, and I let him, even though he knows how much I hate hugs. “He really is hot though. Please tell me you fucked him and how big his dick is.”
“She’s only slid her half-clothed body against it, right, sweetheart?”
At the sound of his voice, my body instantly locks into fight-or-flight mode. Glancing past Sebastian, I see Arlo standing there, holding my phone. I step around Sebastian and stomp over to Arlo to take my phone from his clasped hand. But he doesn’t let it go; he holds it tightly.
“Do you wish to apologize for your actions in there?” he asks, and I try to pull my phone out of his grasp, but he continues to hold it. If this phone didn’t have my whole life on it, I would let him have it.
But it does.
“Give. Me. My. Phone.”
He licks his lips, and I watch as he bites the bottom one so hard that a little bit of blood appears. My eyes home in on it, and my grip loosens. He takes that opportunity to pull me closer again. Always has to be in control of the situation. But this time, he will not win. I’m mad.
“The fire in your eyes right now is making my cock hard,” he says, and I basically hiss at him through my teeth. “That’s okay, sweetheart, you can take that anger out on my cock. Just say the word…”
I pull my phone free from his grasp and step back, and he watches me with a sinister smile.
“Don’t ever call me sweetheart, you asshole.” Having had enough of Arlo, I start walking down the street to get away from him and think about having a cold shower. I can hear them talking behind me, but I pay absolutely no attention because I need to get out of here.
I’m hoping and praying that I never have to see his face again. Though I have a funny feeling I can’t count on that. And a small part of me, and I mean very small, flutters with excitement at the thought of seeing him again. I don’t know what the fuck he’s done to me or why he makes me feel like I’m a yo-yo, but I hate that he has that power over me.
I hear Sebastian call my name as he jogs to catch up with me. I don’t even slow down for him. If I do, the thoughts running rampant in my mind might actually stop me and make some sense, and I don’t want that either.
Sebastian flags down a cab, and when he opens the door for me to get in, I chance a quick glance back to where I left Arlo. He’s standing there with his hands in his pockets, staring at us. I clearly didn’t get far enough away that I couldn’t see him any longer. I might not be able to see if he’s smiling or not, but I know it’s not going to be the last I see of him.
Later that night, after I’ve discarded the dress and decided that the best way to calm down is to have a few drinks, I get a knock on the door. Usually, if someone knocks this late, I won’t answer it. But Delaney is due back from her weekend away with James, and I haven’t heard from her since before she left.
With my glass in hand, I walk over to the door and pull it open. Instead of finding my best friend standing there, I’m met by Arlo’s intimidating form. Immediately, he snatches the glass from my hand, throwing it out of my reach before it smashes to the floor, breaking into pieces. He takes a step closer, and I am very careful to step back because of the glass. In a lightning-quick move, he grips my hip and pulls me to him so our bodies are flush. I have no time to speak or react before his lips are on mine. I’m so taken aback at first that I let him kiss me, unable to move.
“What are you…” I try to wriggle free, but he pulls me even closer and tightens his hold. I feel his hardness pressing against me, and despite my anger at him, my body rejects that and thinks otherwise. He pushes me back and kicks the door closed.
He backs me up against the wall, and he tears my shirt free from my body, leaving me in nothing but a pair of panties.
When he takes a step back, I hear glass crunch under his shoes. Then he’s grabbing my underwear and ripping them off, tossing the shredded fabric behind him. Now I’m left panting as I stand naked in front of him.
Staring at me hungrily, he slowly undoes his bow tie before he drops to his knees in front of me, just shy of the shattered glass. He grips my calf and then lifts my leg, placing it over his shoulder. As I look down at him, he silently buries his face between my legs. I gasp at the sudden contact, at the feel of him there, and instantly close my eyes. My palms press flat to the wall I’m against as his tongue works its magic between my legs. He devours me, taking his dessert from me at the perfect pace.
Luke hardly ever ate my pussy. So in return, I hardly sucked his cock. I’m more of a you-get-what-you-give type of person.
I’m pretty sure Arlo isn’t tasting me right now and thinking he’ll get the same in return. No, this man’s face is all up in my vagina, and he loves it. One of his hands is gripping my hip bone and keeping me pinned to the wall, and I don’t know where the other is until I feel it at my entrance. He slides a finger in, followed by another, as he keeps licking over my clit in slow and steady motions. I think I groan at one point, and he still doesn’t stop.
He makes a noise of enjoyment, and one of my hands threads through his perfect hair, gripping it without even thinking as I feel him do something spectacular between my legs. I’m coming, and fuck, I’m coming hard. I squeeze my thighs together, but he just keeps licking. Even when I try to pull away, he doesn’t let me, his mouth latching more firmly, as if he knows what’s coming and how to prolong it. His fingers slide back into me, and he pumps them, but I feel something different.
Closing my eyes, I scream, “Fuck!” as the shock wave hits me hard.
He finally backs away, and as he does, my leg falls from his shoulder, and I barely manage to keep myself upright as I try to gather myself.
Opening my eyes, I find him still on his knees. He reaches out, as if to start teasing me again, and I flinch. Not because I don’t want his touch, but because my clit is overly sensitive now. He doesn’t care, though, because his hand slips between my legs, and I watch in shocked horror as he starts to slide something out of me. When he has the object removed far enough for me to see it, I’m only partially surprised to find it’s his string of beads.
My inner muscles contract at the sensation of the beads sliding out of me. He leans forward, keeping his eyes on me as he slowly pulls them out and kisses me on the clit.
“Oh my god,” I say with a groan, and before I can stop myself, I feel another climax coming on.
His tongue is gentle now as he licks and sucks me with it. Then he pauses, his breath warm against my flesh.
“Say please.” His tongue strokes me one more time, and I whimper. Why did he stop? I want to kill him. “Say it, and I’ll let you come.”
