Belaire - Another Round

Another Round

Copyright 2019 Nikki Belaire

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C ome on Evie. Just let me fuck you.

I turn away from the hot, heavy breath blowing across my lips. Trendy craft beer stinks just as bad as the cheap stuff. Especially when youre already disgusted from his tongue swirling in your mouth. His hands groping your breasts. His erection grinding between your legs.

I force myself to giggle against his cheek from his slurred request. Like Im totally drunk too. Like hes actually got a chance. Like were really going to have sex on this countertop with only a closed pair of sliding wooden doors separating us from all the other people partying throughout the rest of the trashed house.

Pushing lightly against his shoulders that I hope he takes as playful rather than as revulsion, I shake my head. Letting the long dark strands brush over his bare arms. Muscular and tatted which I normally like. A shame to be wasted on him because I dont like him. At all. I actually fucking hate him despite how sexy he is. How about I give you a little taste first?

His gorgeous green eyes pop open from my insinuation, whispered against his damp skin. Studying my face intently, despite the alcohol making his gaze droop heavy and dark, to confirm Im serious. I give him my best flirty smile while I hop down from the granite. Looking up to him with all the adoration I can feign, I caress over the black ink adorning his sculpted pecs. Grateful I was able to get his shirt off so easily. Falling completely for my admiration of him and his perfect body. Dumb ass.

Now I just need to get his pants off too so he can receive the punishment he deserves for fucking over my best friend. I trail my fingertips lightly down his eight pack and tug on his button fly. Unless you dont want to put your cock in my mouth?

Of course, he cant get naked fast enough from my filthy question. His turn to push me out of the way. Although hes not playful or gentle. Asshole.

The jeans and boxer briefs hit the floor in about two seconds, and his heady gaze meets mine. Waiting for me to praise his average size dick bobbing in the air. And as much as I hate to, I pretend I totally want him. Licking my lips. Uttering a little gasp. Reaching out to touch him. Ever. So. Slowly.

Making him groan and throw his head back once I finally brush over the tip. Teasing and tempting so I only have to touch him with my fingers. I caress across the silky taut skin before slowly turning him around by the cock so now hes the one pushed up against the island. Rewarding his obedience, I drag my fingernails down the entire length and tickle his balls.

His huge hand swallows mine, wanting more. I smirk from his desperation. Safe from any retribution with his eyes clenched shut. So predictable. Hes doing exactly what I thought he would. And, exactly what I need him to do except for one last thing. Show me what you like Caleb. Show me how to do it.

Together we start to jack him. Stroking up and then down again. Mimicking the sweat beading and rolling off his temples. It is blazing in here. Him hot from desire. Me hot from the dying air conditioning, killing itself trying to cool a hundred people in this heat. After a short minute, I murmur in his ear and tug my fingers away. Keep going baby. I just want to lock the door.

Swearing under his breath, he nods. Slowing to a snails pace to keep himself from getting off before my mouth and tongue and throat take over. I have to move fast though because he wont be patient much longer. I step backward, never tearing my attention from him, until my back hits the smooth wood. Praying the doors dont squeak or squeal when I gradually push them apart. He frowns as the thudding music fills the kitchen from the widening opening. Luckily he keeps playing with himself as I nod to Lucy who waits for the signal. An enormous grin lights up her face, pleased our plan is actually working, and she squats down to yank the cord lining the baseboard.

Absolute silence as the song suddenly disappears and everyone stuffed in the living room stills, wondering what the hell just happened.

No other sounds except for his guttural grunts.

The slap of his palm against his dick.

My satisfied sigh.

What the fuck, C? Youre fucking yourself?

One of his frat brothers pauses from sucking shots off the stomach of a girl in a red bikini sprawled on the sofa and yells at him. But I cant hear Calebs response over the raucous laughter from the rest of the stunned crowd.

Rage fills his expression as well as his rigid body when he bends over and yanks up his clothes pooled around his ankles with a furious jerk. Tucking his now sad, limp penis back into the black silk of his designer underwear.

You bitch.

Now that insult I hear. And I fucking love it. Relishing in his embarrassment. Enjoying his shame. Savoring his downfall. Star running back just humiliated himself in front of a good thirty people. Although it will take less than a minute for the entire campus to know with all the phones whipping out to document the indignity. Yep.

He storms toward me. Already drawing his arm back to punch me. I lift my chin to meet his bulging eyes. Hes more than a foot taller, outweighing me by a good one hundred and fifty pounds. Im terrified, but I refuse to flinch or back down. Id rather be hit than have him or anyone else think Im a coward.

A blur flies from the left just as his fist slams into my cheek. Lessening the force but still hurts enough to make my stomach lurch when I crash onto the tile. Agony fills my head, and I cant get up regardless of how much I want to. I hate being weak.

Dude you fucking hit a girl!

Coachs going to kill you!

Shes not worth it!

Come on! Come on! Lets go!

Get him out of here, or Ill fucking kill him.

Voices and footsteps swirl around me. I dont recognize any of them except for my cousin Theo and his raging threat to kill Caleb. I can hardly see anything either from my spot on the floor. Not with my throbbing face and swollen eye. But I can make out, despite Calebs contentions that Im a fucking cunt and got what I deserved, his friends dragging the cheating bastard away. Which is good because Theo really will slaughter him and then my father will have to figure out a way to cover up another murder. Which will not end well for either of us.