Three… two…
Right on cue, it slowly opens again, Ava re-entering the loft hesitantly while making a point to keep her eyes trained on the ground.
I sink my hand into the blonde’s hair, punching my hips forward. “Come to join us?”
“I have to get Raf a drink,” Ava mutters begrudgingly, still refusing to make eye contact as she raises an empty tumbler in her trembling hand.
“Go on, then.”
Ava’s gaze finally lifts to meet mine and I tighten my fist in whatsherface’s hair, thrusting deep into her throat as I tip my head toward the bar in indication.
Ava’s eyes briefly flicker down to the girl on her knees in disgust, as if she wasn’t just in the same position for my friend. She’s still clad in only jeans and her bra– which isn’t surprising since she decided to show up here tonight dressed like a fucking nun– and a pink flush creeps across her chest and up her neck as dips her chin to avert her eyes again, scampering toward the bar.
Yeah, this definitely just got a whole lot more interesting.
My cock thickens in the blonde’s mouth, growing almost painfully hard as I watch Ava cross the room and reach for the decanter of whiskey still resting upon the counter. She uncaps it and pours some into the glass while my eyes tour the soft curves of her body, appreciating the way the denim hugs her round ass.
“Grab me a beer?”
Ava whips her head around to throw me a death glare over her shoulder as she replaces the lid of the decanter.
“Get it yourself,” she hisses, a spiteful gleam of defiance blazing in her eyes. It’s the same look she had when she was on her knees for me the last time we were in this room together, and it’s fuckingaddictive.
My lips tip up in a smirk as I rock my hips forward, the head of my cock bumping the back of the blonde’s throat. “I’m a little busy.”
Ava looks away with a huff and I glance down at the girls again, grinning smugly to myself.
She totally wants me.
Julie shifts to kneel behind whatsherface, rucking her friend’s shirt up to expose her tits and squeezing them in her hands, trying her best to recapture my attention by putting on a show.
I grunt in approval, relinquishing my grip on the blonde’s hair to let her take the lead. She wraps a hand around my shaft, drawing my cock out of her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head while Julie continues playing with the girl’s tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
Hearing Ava’s cautious footsteps approaching, I finally glance up to meet her eyes as she extends a beer bottle toward me. Her gaze locks tightly with mine, as if she absolutely refuses to look down at what’s happening below our waists.
The slurping sounds sorta give it away, though.
I reach out, my fingers brushing hers as I curl them around the cool glass of the beer bottle. “You sure you don’t wanna take over?” I ask tauntingly, tipping my head to indicate the woman at my feet. “I’m sure her jaw is getting sore.”
Ava’s face screws up in disgust and she yanks her hand away with a scowl, flinching back and stumbling a step. “Good thing there’s two of them, then.”
“Why not make it three?”
“You’redisgusting.”
I cluck my tongue, shaking my head. “Well, that’s not very nice, is it girls?” I ask, resting a hand atop the blonde’s head as she takes me deep into her throat again. “You don’t think I’m disgusting, do you?”
“No way!” Julie pipes up, licking her lips as she tilts her head back to sneer up at Ava. “Girl, you’re just jealous.”
Ava scoffs, whiskey sloshing from the glass in her hand as she turns on a heel and hightails it toward the door. She can’t get out of here fast enough, and I try to ignore the disappointment that twists in my gut when the door bangs shut behind her.
She may act like she despises me, but at least I don’t have to pretend with her. I don’t have to smile and sweet-talk and act like I’m a halfway decent human being. She already knows what I truly am.
Maybe that’s why I’d rather it beheron her knees for me right now, instead of these vapid bimbos.
I bury my hand in the blonde’s hair again, and with a few more harsh thrusts, I empty down her throat, squeezing my eyes closed to savor the sensation of my release.
This is the best I’ll feel all night, and somehow it still isn’t enough to staunch the flow of self-destructive thoughts that are constantly battering my brain.
