Her knuckles graze my throbbing folds between my thighs. My head falls to the side as my body goes slack. Every nerve seems to be completely overloaded—firing in pleasure and frozen in place simultaneously.
“Eat me.” The growled demand that leaves my lips shocks me. It doesn’t even sound like myself. It’s as if I’ve become possessed.
Trish chuckles as her fingers grip my thighs. Her hold is bruising as she spreads me wide and lowers herself. Her tongue licks a long, slow path across my heated center. I gasp at the sudden sensation. It feels good—no, better than good.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Is it the drugs,” her pierced tongue finds my swiftly swelling clit and she rubs the cool metal against it in a way that has my muscles twitching with overbearing pleasure, “Or are you just really good at this?”
My hips begin to move against her face as she licks and sucks at my throbbing pussy. Before I know it, my pleasure begins to crest. She releases one of my thighs, her fingers finding my drenched entrance and sliding in swiftly. She curls her fingers, rubbing against my inner walls.
“Shit! Yes! Don’t stop,” I pant as my pleasure rises.
She moves her body up and on top of me, pinning me to the bed with her weight. Her fingers slide in and out of me at a punishing pace, fucking me fiercely.
“Let me watch you cum, sweetheart,” she pleads as she looms above me.
My eyes roll back in my head, the red light from above blinding me. She adds a third finger, curling it in just the same way and sending me over the edge. I twist my neck backwards, the awkward angle completely unnatural, as my entire body goes rigid with electric pleasure.
“Fuck!” I scream as my orgasm crashes through me.
“Shit, baby, you’re gonna break my fingers.” Trish laughs, but she doesn’t stop. She fucks me through my orgasm, pulling out wave after wave of ecstasy.
When I finally start to come down, Trish slides her fingers out of me slowly. My pussy clenches at the loss, trying to hold onto the pleasure for as long as possible. She rolls off of me, falling on the bed beside me and perching her head on her hand. I turn my head to look at her, a smile plastered on my face. My eyelids are so heavy. They drop slightly.
Don’t sleep. Not here. You don’t even know her.
“That was fun.” My words are slow and slurred as they leave my lips.
I watch as Trish brings the fingers that were just inside of me to her plump, dark lips. She slides them inside her mouth and sucks. Fuck me.
“You taste as delicious as I expected,” she coos after licking my release clean from her hand.
Sober me would blush. But fucked up me laughs. “Maybe I’ll just ditch the party this weekend and come here to party more with you.” My eyes slide close against my will, and I can’t seem to find the strength to open them. “You’re fun.”
“What party?” she asks as I feel her push a lock of hair off my face.
“Stacey and Sam are having a party. They invited me.” My voice sounds a million miles away as consciousness slips through my fingers like sand. “It’s at a lake house.”
“You can’t go,” I hear Trish say. She sounds upset, angry even. But I’m too far gone to care. Warm darkness wraps itself around me in a sweet embrace. “Stay away from them. Promise me, you’ll stay away, for your own good,” is the last thing I hear before the darkness pulls me under.
COURTNEY
Forever Young by Alphaville
“Don’t wait up,” my mom calls out as she spritzes her perfume down the hall, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I mutter, pretending to look at my beeper. Dad jingles his keys, as he pulls on his jacket. His eyes hungrily roaming over my mother, who looks like a model straight off a Balmain runway.
A black silk dress with a deep plunge on the chest that shows her expensive rack. Her brunette waves are picked up in an updo, and the look is sealed with her signature smokey look that makes her forest green eyes pop.
“We’ll be back late. Maybe midnight,” Dad says as he extends hishand towards my mom. I roll my eyes, a smile gracing my lips. The later, the better I want to reply, but instead I say, “I’ll be fine, please enjoy your time.”
My parents walk towards me, my dad stopping to place a kiss on the top of my head. “If you need anything, we are just a call away.” I nod, making sure I don’t look too eager, but also dying for them to finally walk out the door. I have plans, and that is me getting railed while I listen to The Neighborhoods.
With that, my parents head out the door, closing it behind them. My heart skips a beat from the excitement, when I hear the loud rumble of my father’s antique sports car. The one he says helped him secure a date with my mom. And when I hear the crunch of the gravel, I peek out the window, and I’m met with the red shine of their taillights, and I grin.
Quickly, I look down at my phone and begin typing away.
Me: Alone. Side door please.
