They aren’t as blue as hers, though. Not as cold.
Not as sad.
Not as broken.
“Hey you,” she purrs the words at me, “you spilt beer.” She traces her fingers over my chest, walking them over the liquid on my shirt, until she stops at my mouth and rubs an invisible drop of beer from my cheek, then sucks her finger.
All the while, holding my eyes.
Fuck me.
Jamie Hard-On Harding.
We had a fling last summer, and it would seem the girl would like nothing more than another one. The ice blue gaze of Lucy falls on me, I can sense it, but I don’t seek her out.
Words and actions are two of the most important things to me. You can say one thing and do the complete opposite. And whether there is an excuse or not, it’s a lie. It’s a broken promise.
I hate breaking promises. Sometimes circumstance takes away your choice, but to see Lucy tonight…knowing that she made thechoiceto break her promise to me. She said the words but did the opposite.
She lied.
It pisses me off.
So as Jamie Hard-on Harding continues to suck her index finger through her plush lips, my eyes fill with lust and my dick hardens, because I want those lips around something else.
And as it’s my birthday, why shouldn’t I have some fun?
I lean forward, smelling her overly sweet perfume, and whisper, “Want to get out of here?”
Jamie is in the toilet, and I’m leaning against the wall, waiting for her to reappear. I’m still fuming with Lucy, and as the loud laughter and music booms around me, my mind is anywhere but at the party. Internally, I’m having an argument with myself.
Take her home before he realises she’s gone.
Or, just let her get the fuck on with it, bugger the consequences.
“I’m telling you, man, her gag reflex was impressive. I held her head to my cock and fucked the shit out of her mouth.” Carl and Steven’s laughter stops me from hearing the rest of the sentence.
“Quality idea, Harry. I didn’t think half of them would go through with it. I bet you can’t wait to dangle that one in front of Owen’s face.”
“Yeah, man! Can you imagine his face when you tell him she had her lips round your cock?”
What.
The.
Fuck.
My temple throbs as I listen. My pulse picks up speed and adrenaline pulses through my blood. My fists clench, my teeth grind together. Red fucking rage explodes through my veins.
I hear three distinct snorts, and the muffled voices get louder as they head out of the bedroom they were sniffing coke in.
“I’ve got a hard on just thinking about it. Where is she, anyway? I can’t wait to feel her soft pus”
“What the fuck, man,” Carl says as he walks into the back of Steven. His eyes land on mine, and the look on my face is enough to make them both halt in their tracks.
“Ah shit,” he says.
Harry appears behind them, and I tense.
