With the alcohol finally setting in—okay, maybe it had a while ago—I closed my eyes and felt him graze against my backside.When I reopened them, he was guiding me to The Crew, who all sat around the back couches, drinking and smoking.
My cheeks flushed.Is this a good idea?Probably not.But I didn’t care.
He sat back down in his spot and pulled me into his lap.I inhaled sharply, my pussy clenching, and let him grind himself against my ass from behind.The others watched me—one of Redwood’s good girls—sit on their friend’s lap.
I let him press himself against me, grind against my pussy.
Fuck.It feels too good.
“Turn around for me,” he ordered, holding my hair back.“Straddle my waist.”
“Here?”I asked as I glanced around the group.“Right … here?”
“Don’t worry about it, Hellcat,” he murmured into my ear.“Nobody’s gonna see.”
I blame the alcohol for this.
After I straddled his waist, I rested my pussy against his bulge and clenched.His cock felt so big, huge, massive against my wet panties.I grabbed on to his shoulders and rubbed my clit against his jeans, aching to relieve myself.
Being drunk and horny was a bad combo for a good girl.
Areallybad combo.
Calix reached between us and undid his button, then his zipper.I swallowed hard and gazed down at his hard cock pressed against his briefs.Pre-cum stained the fabric near his swollen head.I curled my fingers around the waistband.
Fuck.Fuck!
God, this was the hottest damn thing I had seen.
I wanted him.All of him.
Unable to stop myself, I slid down the front of his briefs to reveal his head and sucked in a sharp breath.
My gaze snapped up to his.
He stared back at me, eyes hazy with lust and lips parted slightly.“Keep going.”
I continued to pull down his briefs until his entire cock sprang out of them and smacked against the front of my skirt.He wrapped his hand around the base and gently took my chin in his other hand.
“Lift your skirt for me.”
Pussy clenching, I glanced over my shoulder at the others at the party.Once I was certain that nobody was paying attention to us—other than The Crew—I pulled my skirt up enough for Calix to see my lacy black thong.
God, this was so wrong.He was my best friend’s brother, for fuck’s sake!
He dropped his hand from my chin to the front of my panties and swiped his thumb across my clit.I whimpered and clutched my skirt harder, bunching it up in my hands.
“Calix,” I whispered, “there are so many people.”
“Do you want me to stop?”he asked, drawing the edge of his nail across my panties.
I swallowed hard and shook my head.“No.”
No, I didn’t want him to ever stop.But I should’ve.I should’ve stopped this before it started.I should’ve never picked up a drink tonight.Because tonight wasn’t just any other night.
Tonight was the night this good virgin turned bad.
CHAPTERTWO
