I sucked him into my mouth, and he groaned. If anyone was outside the door, they definitely would've heard that. Hopefully, no one was on the far end of the building either, because the blinds were still open. If you looked through them, you’d have a perfect view of Tucker’s ass. Honestly, it made it so much hotter. Just the thought made my already hard cock twitch with excitement.
I used one hand to stroke his length and my mouth to work the tip. I swirled my tongue over the tip, tasting his precum. I groaned at the salty taste. Fuck, he tasted so good.
“Fuck. Feels so good. God, you're such a good boy,” he praised, gripping my hair with one hand and giving me a slap on my cheek with my other. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt; it just stung a little. I shot a glare up at him while still bobbing on his massive dick. All he did was smile down at me. He looked fucking feral. I moaned around his dick, palming myself through my jeans with my other hand. I could feel the wet spot forming on them already.Guess I’m going home early today.
Tuck pulled on my hair to get me to stop sucking his dick. “Want to see how far you can take it, baby. Open up for me.” He held my head; still, fingers twisted in my hair as he pushed his way into my mouth. My jaw ached, but there was no way I was stopping this. I tried my best to breathe through my nose. I now felt sorry for all the girls I throat fucked before. This wasn’t easy. I gagged hard around his dick, tears sprouting in my eyes. I swear to God, if I throw up tacos during my first blow job, I will run away to Ireland.
“Holy shit, baby. You got me halfway. Such a good fucking boy.” The words came out in pants. I gagged again, about to tap out. “Fuuuck, I can feel you gagging, pretty boy. God, the way your throat is squeezing me is going to make me come. Fuck.” I gagged again, tapping his thigh for air. He pulled out of my mouth slowly, and once he was out, I sucked in the precious air that had been stolen from me. Dude was a fucking animal. He stroked himself with my spit and hissed through his teeth. “Stick your tongue out, sweetheart. Need to watch you drink my cum just like you wanted.” He jerked himself quickly as I held my now sore jaw open for him. He groaned my name, then let out a deep and guttural sound while painting my tongue with his release. As his cum filled my mouth, I did something for the second time in the past two months. I came in my pants.
The cum that landed on my chin, Tucker scooped up with the rough pad of his thumb and let me suck it off. This man was so addicted. The taste of him was salty, sweet, and had a bit of an aftertaste that was almost chemical. Truthfully, the latter was off-putting, but my cum tasted similar, so I didn’t mind.
He helped me up before tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his clothes. He kissed my nose, then his gaze bounced between my eyes.
“You, okay?”
“No.”
He cupped my face in his hands. “Did I hurt you, Cameron?”Tucker looked and sounded worried about my well-being. It was cute.
I laughed, a blush spreading across my cheeks. “No, nothing like that. I just have to call it an early day now.” I glance down at my now sticky pants. His eyes followed mine as he smiled.
“Oh. I would apologize, but that’s pretty hot, love.” He pulled me into the softest kiss. “Do what ya gotta do, and I’ll follow you out.”
I couldn’t talk to Andy, given my current situation, so I sent her a quick text letting them know they were welcome to leave early since it was Halloween and we had no cars that could be finished before close. I grabbed my backpack, my boyfriend and headed out the door.
36
HARPER
Ifeel like it has been so long since I got to spend time with my best friend, and even longer since we have been to a party together. Our boys were expected to show up eventually since this was our small town's biggest Halloween party, but we made the conscious choice to leave them behind and go alone together. Wren picked this year’s costume. We were going as Elphaba and Glinda.
I refused to paint my skin green because I am prone to acne, but I did go all out with my makeup. My eyes were covered in green glitter, paired with a bold cat eye and new lash extensions, and I wore green lipstick. I loved the way the green complemented my complexion. I wore a short black dress. It was probably too short. I swear, if I bent over you, you could probably see my fat pussy lips. I added black fishnet tights decorated with bats. I will always choose comfortable footwear, so I put on my black Vans. My hair was straightened and pulled back with a hard plastic headband that had a little witch hat attached to it.
I felt hot, confident, and more than ready to let loose. Afterthe last few exhausting months, I needed this night out with my best friend.
Wren was my total opposite. Her hair was curled into soft, auburn waves and crowned with a sparkling tiara. I did her makeup, so she had pink and silver glitter on her lids and a black cat eye to match my own. I did her very first pair of lash extensions, which she's obsessed with. She went for a more natural lip color, adding gloss over the pink shade to make it pop. Her dress was the same length as mine, but a bubblegum pink that was splattered in rhinestones that caught the light every time she moved. Her fishnet tights were white and accented with more rhinestones. And she managed to find iridescent sneakers online.
We looked ridiculous. We felt amazing. We were ready.
When we pulled up to the party, the neighborhood was fucking packed. I swear, everyone in town was here.
I was so glad we wore comfortable shoes because we had to park a block away. That’s one thing I hated about big parties after summer was walking in the cold. It was a little after ten, so the sun had set hours ago. We were practically running to get inside.
When we got to the door, we took time to catch our breath and laugh. The music was loud as we stood outside the house. I had to take a step closer to her just to be sure she could hear me. “Fuck, you couldn’t pick a costume that had pants?” I asked breathlessly, rubbing my hands together so I could gain the feeling back in my fingers.
“I could’ve.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Is Reed coming?” I questioned as I pushed my way into the house.
“He said he would show face, but definitely wouldn’t stay long. You know he’s not the partying type.”
I shrugged, remembering how Reed broke Wren’s ex-boyfriend's nose at the last party they were both at. Fucker deserved it though.
“Is my brother or Tucker coming?” Wren asked over the music as we found the kitchen. We made ourselves Long Island iced teas, our favorite mixed drink, and people watched. It became our favorite party activity after Wren and Reed got together. We would find a corner or wall, drink, and just talk shit.
Has Wren been incredibly accepting of my… boyfriends? Technically, we weren't dating, but I had no intention of seeing anyone else. I think the shocker wasn’t me being with Cam but me being with both of them. I had never mentioned to Wren my interest in a polyam relationship because, truthfully, I never thought it would work. I think it worked because there was never any jealously or competition.
“They didn’t want to, but where Reed goes, Cam follows. Tucker was making jokes about wearing a Ghostface mask and a cowboy hat, so we will see if they show.”
