Warmth pools in my belly as I look at him. The purple hue causes his tattoos to really stand off against his tan skin, and his devilish eyes peek at me from under his moppy black hair.I shouldn’t want you. I think to myself, reminding my inner thoughts that I’m literally in his and Abby’s apartment. Yet there he stands, a strong reminder of all the looks, the banter, the protection from dad.NO!I internally scream, shaking my head and reminding myself that he’s off limits.
“No?” He questions. My eyes widen as I realize I had completely lost track of what he was even saying. “You sure?” He finishes off, and I swear he pouts at me.
“Yes, sorry.” I mumble out, not entirely sure what I’m agreeing to, but feeling as if it's the right thing to do. Saint pats the cushion in between him and Luke on the couch, and I crawl my way over.
I slowly rise to a high kneel, planning on pulling myself up onto the furniture. Yet before I know it, Saint is bending down to me, his face barely two inches away from mine. A soft growl rumbles through his throat and I swear I could drown in the sound and die a happy death.
His calloused fingers graze against my jaw, sending shocks through each centimeter of skin he touches. His eyes find mine, looking at me curiously, before tipping my head up slightly. His thumb brushes against my bottom lip and it takes everything in me not to let out the moan building in my lungs. Since my first night here, I’ve been craving his touch. Nothing has ever felt like home, but he sure did come close. Every time the thoughts weaseled their way into my mind, I shoved them back down, thinking of Abby. She was my friend. I couldn’t do that to her. At least that’s what I had told myself until I was under the influence. Now the euphoria of Saint feels like so much more. Like something I could die if I don’t have.
I search his eyes for understanding, taking in the ecstasy that is him. This could be life ruining, yet the pure bliss of this moment isn’t something I’m willing to give up. He stares back at me, the usual glare he carries gone and replaced with something new. Lust and what I could be mistaking as sadness swirl together in his irises. The feeling pulls at me,begging me to fix it. To fix him.
I open my mouth to ask him what’s wrong, but the moment there’s enough space between my teeth his thumb sweeps insideand locks in place. He pulls me closer, using my mouth as a handle. Lust consumes me as his lips sweep against me. The metal of his lip ring feels cool as it presses into my lips. I close my eyes just as he begins to breathe out, allowing the smoke that had been held hostage in his mouth float into mine. I inhale in return, knowing that the high from the smoke could never top the feeling of being this close to him.
As soon as his lungs have emptied, he dips out his tongue, letting it lick against mine. I feel arousal begin to leak out of me as my pussy clenches around nothing, begging for the absence to be filled.
“That hit was pathetic,” Luke groans from the other side of the couch. “Come here. Let’s try again.”
I pull myself away from Saint, feeling the second hit begin to alter my state. It’s not enough to cover up the shame I’m now feeling, especially as my eyes land on a framed picture of Abigail and him. It sits on top of the half wall, mixed in with the luscious plants growing from their miscellaneous pots.You’re damaged goods, Nova! All you do is ruin everything.
I swallow a sob as I feel Luke gently pull on my arm. I finally crawl my way up onto the couch, sitting between the two men. Luke flashes his pearly whites at me, showing off his beautiful smile. I rub my thighs together, silently begging the ache between them to disappear.
Copying Saint’s movements, he fills his throat with a puff from the joint and leans in. Our lips connect and before I know it, he’s kissing me roughly, pleading against my sealed lips for access. The lust overflowing from me wins, and I let him in as a greedy moan escapes me. His hands entangle in my hair as he bites down on my lip. The pain bleeds into the pleasure, heightening my senses like I’ve never experienced.
Luke pulls back with apopas my lip finally escapes his grasp. My breaths come out heavy as I stare at him. I lean back, tryingto ground myself, but find myself more at a loss as I feel heat radiating against my palm. My hand landed directly on Saint’s lap, the feeling of his thick and hard length below. The only thing separating me and him is the jeans he has on, which are now strained painfully against him.
“Do you think we could do better than that?” He asks me with a low voice. His words drip of sin, sending me into a delirious state. I can’t get enough of him, and if it was up to me, we’d do this over and over again. Even then I don’t think I’d ever be satiated.
“Okay.” I whisper, feeling the heat of his breath along my cheek. I try to say more but the words clog in my throat, mixing with thousands of other thoughts until I choose to just stay silent.
Luke’s arms wrap around me, pulling my weight until I’m settled on his lap. “Let’s let her try,” he says to Luke, allowing his devilish smile to overtake his face. His right hand brings the joint to my mouth, waiting for me to open up. I do as expected and pull the smoke into my mouth. My cheeks stay puffed up, leaving me feeling clueless as to how the guys did this so effortlessly.
Saint’s eyebrows raise slightly with amusement before he leans over to kiss me once more. Luke’s kiss had left me feeling ravenous, and I couldn’t just brush against Saint again. This time I reach up, pulling on his black hair until he’s harshly kissing me back. A groan transfers from his mouth to mine, leaving me an absolute mess. One I hadn’t noticed until Luke’s hand slid into my waistband.
His fingers gently graze against my clit from the other side of my underwear as my tongue dances with Saint’s. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me with each strum of his fingertips. I lose myself to the feeling, pulling away from Saint and laying back onto Luke’s chest to give him better access. His hand dipslower, this time touching my skin. He swiped his fingers along my slit, collecting my juices before using it as lubricant to swirl faster on my bundle of nerves.
“Oh my god!” I growl out as the tension between my orgasm and I comes to a tipping point.
I barely register Saint's words as he tells Luke “hey that’s cheating.”
Luke’s laugh reverberates through my chest right before I come undone in his lap. His fingers don’t slow down, instead they coax every wave of my orgasm out of me. My liquids leave his hand and my panties completely drenched. He pulls himself out of my clothing, showing off the glistening arousal as some sort of prize.
“Do you think she tastes as good as she looks?” He questions Saint, staring over to him with an almost competitive stance. The drugs flowing through me mix with the exhaustion of finishing, leaving me completely useless as I lay on Luke. I do my best to hum out a response, desperate to feel more of Saint, but nothing comes out.
My eyelids begin to weigh down, making it impossible to keep them open.I’m so tired.
“Looks like we’ll have to find out some other time.” I hear Saint respond as sleep begins to shut off parts of my brain. There’s a hint of sadness laced through each of his words, one that resembles the feeling beginning to build in my gut.
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A hand brushes a few stray strands of hair away from my face as my eyes flutter open. In front of me, kneeling down on the ground, is Jackson.
“Hey sleepyhead, it’s like two in the morning,” he starts off, keeping his tone low. “Everyone’s asleep, but I have to head home so I can make it to work tomorrow. I wanted to see if you wanted a ride back to your place.”
The memories of the past few hours race to the forefront of my mind. “Oh my god!” I whimper, sitting up abruptly. The feeling of their hands still linger on my body. The taste of Saint still remains settled on the tip of my tongue.What have I done?
Jackson’s calm demeanor grows into one of concern as he looks at me. “Nova, are you okay?”
I look at him, terrified to hurt somebody else. I know he likes me, and I thought I liked him too. If I tell him the truth, will that make him hate me? Would he tell Abby?Oh god. Abby.
