When my eyes drift over to the other pool table in the corner of the room, it feels like I’m in some kind of porn movie. While the game is being played, a curvy brunette is bent over the edge, as she’s being pounded from behind. She’s gripping the edge of the table, moaning loudly as she comes. On the opposite side, another woman is perched on the table's edge, legs wrapped around a club brother’s waist as he fucks her standing up.
My core is throbbing, and I press my thighs together under the table. The ache is so intense I can feel the seam of my jeans pressing against my pussy begging for friction, for anything. I imagine myself having the same things done to me by Hank, Luke, and Josh.
I lay my cards down on the table and collect my winnings. "I'm beat and drunk, guys.” I force out a yawn, hoping they believe me. "Gonna call it a night."
Luca looks over at me suspiciously. “I’ll see you in the morning, VeeVee.” He takes hold of my arm, pulling me down into him so he can whisper in my ear. “Make sure to lock your door.”
"I will,dad," I mock, before kissing him on the cheek. I’m so glad I found him, even though I hate the circumstances of how I did.
I weave through the crowd, dodging a wandering hand from a drunk brother which I’m sure my brother will hear about. My door clicks shut behind me, the lock turning with a satisfying click. The room is dim, lit only by the light shining in from the bathroom.
I strip quickly, peeling off my tight tank top and bra freeing my breasts, nipples already pebbled from the chill and my arousal. Next to go are my shoes and jeans. I shimmy the denim material over my hips and down my legs, revealing my black lace panties soaked through at the crotch, as I kick the clothing to the side.
I collapse onto the bed; the mattress dipping under my weight, and spread my legs wide, knees bent. One hand trails down my body, cupping my breast as I pinch my nipple hard enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. My other hand moves lower, my fingers parting my slick folds, slipping through my seams. I let out a breathy moan as my fingers press firmly against my swollen clit.
Closing my eyes, thoughts of them flood in. Luke grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand as he hovers over me, caging me in. His rough palm squeezes and kneads my tit, as he moves a leg between my thighs forcing them apart. "You're mine to use," he growls, his fingers slipping between my wet folds, plunging into my pussy without warning. Two thick digits stretching me, the tips curling to hit my g-spot causing me to arch upward into him.
Wanting to make my fantasy seem real, I push two inside me, pumping them in and out, letting my thumb circle my swollen clit. My greedy pussy grips my fingers, my juices coating them as the heat in my lower belly continues to build.
I close my eyes, imagining Hank kneeling on the bed between my spread thighs, his hot breath against my core as he licks a slow stripe up my slit. He circles his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing against it just enough to make me lift my hips, pressing my pussy into his face. His hands roam, pinching my nipples, twisting them until I whimper.
"Fuck," I gasp, adding a third finger, stretching myself wider, scissoring them. My free hand kneads my breast, rolling my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, imagining Hank’s mouth there instead, biting down as he finger-fucks me.
Out of nowhere Josh appears, his lips pressing against me as he kisses me firmly. He’s the newest to me, but that ache to be with him has always been there. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Veronica,” he groans as he grips his cock, his hand stroking it slowly as he pulls away, his eyes drifting down my body.
But he’s not alone. All three of them are here now, surrounding me. Their hands everywhere—gripping, spanking, caressing.
"Come for us," they command in unison as my release builds. I thrust my fingers deeper, moving them faster as my thumbpresses firmly against my clit. My body’s on fire, my orgasm hits me as I cry out, my back arching off the mattress as my pussy spasms around my fingers and my thighs quiver. My breaths are ragged, my fantasy leaving me in a satisfied haze.
Until reality slips in… I know what I just imagined so vividly will never happen.
Chapter 14
Josh
I’mtiredasfuck.Normally I can at least catch an hour of rest during my twenty-four hour shifts at the hospital, but not this time. It’s as if the world is conspiring against me. Not to mention the fact I haven’t heard anything from Veronica.
I sent her messages during my breaks, but nothing. She hasn’t even read them. Which has me a little on edge. Once my shift is over, I head straight to my car, and then to her house. I told her when I last saw her that I’d be there once I was done. But I can’t help but have a nagging feeling in my gut that something’s off. That maybe she’s not going to open the door for me.
When I get to her apartment, I knock on the door. Nothing. I knock again, harder, then press my ear to her door in hopes of hearing something, anything. But it’s eerily quiet. No soft hum of her television on the other side. No padding of feet on the floor as she rushes to answer it.
“Veronica?” I call out loudly as I knock again.
Nothing.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone and call her. There’s no ringing. It just goes straight to voicemail.
I text. No response. The same as it’s been for all the ones before.
Turning around, I head out of the building and back to my car. My fingers scroll through my contacts until I find his name. Luke. He answers on the second ring.
“What’s up, Doc?” he blurts into the line.
“Have you talked to Veronica?” I’m hoping that he has. But when I hear his heavy sigh through the line, I already know the answer. “She’s not responding,” I say, the words tumbling out too fast. “Calls, texts—nothing.”
“Me neither,” he finally admits. “I’ve tried to reach out to her, but nothing. She doesn’t answer my calls or texts.”
“Okay, let me know if you do.” I don’t waste another second before ending the call and trying Hank.
