Antichrist

Her smile turned wild as if I had flicked a switch inside her twisted brain that no one else dared to touch. “Then by all means…” She turned onto her belly and arched her back until her ass rose into the air. She had the audacity to bat her fucking eyelashes at me from over her shoulder. “Play.”

I ran the palm of my hand down the base of her back, feeling the vertebra of her spine. I shivered when I absorbed all the heat that our touch provoked. Running my palm over her ass cheek, I leaned over and spread her legs farther before dipping down between her thighs. My tongue paved the way to her pussy, all the way up over her asshole until it met her tailbone.

“Nik, please,” she whined, her hips circling, desperate to fuck my face. “I want your dick.”

I chuckled, leaning up again before rolling saliva around my mouth and spitting into the crack of her ass. I rubbed the tip of my cock over her wet mound—she fucking slammed against me and a throaty hiss escaped my lips as her pussy swallowed my girth like a fucking pro.

Wrapping her long hair around my wrist, I pulled so hard she yelped when her head tilted back. “Do that shit again and I’ll have you begging for my dick for a lot longer than the two seconds you just did.” When she didn’t answer, I slapped her across the ass so hard my palm stung. “You hear me?”

“Yes!” she cried, rotating her hips again while simultaneously grinding her pussy over my dick.

Fuck, but if she carried this shit on, I wasn’t gonna last long at all.

“You fucked anyone since me?” I asked her through gritted teeth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head every time she retracted.

She hesitated before moaning. “No. Just you… always just you.”

The words slid down my throat like a shot of cognac.

“Good girl.”

I slammed into her so hard she fell onto her belly, but my fingers dug into her hips to raise her back up an inch, stretching her legs wide to rest between them. I pumped in and out of her until my balls turned to steel and I was sure I was going to release at any given second. The sweat on her back slid against my chest until I pulled out and flipped her onto her back, burying myself back inside while finally dragging my lips over hers. Her nails dug into the muscles in my back as I rode her hard. Her pussy wept, her cum dripping down my balls like a fucking mark of ownership, but she never complained. Orgasms ripped through her swollen lips, but her eyes remained on mine. She never moved her lips far from my skin, and it made me feral, like I wanted to tear her apart and protect her all at once.

She rode me like she owned me because she fucking did. But she fucking did. I buried myself into the crook of her neck, my teeth sinking into her collarbone as I finally released all of the pressure I had held on to and exploded inside so fucking hard I saw stars. My body rocked against hers in spasms, goose bumps erupting over my flesh, but I waited. Waited until I had fully emptied myself inside of her before finally rolling off and pulling her into my damp chest.

She yawned into my forearm. “I wish it could always be like this.”

I inhaled her scent. Whatever fucking shampoo it was she used smelled like fresh peaches on a hot day.

“Yeah, baby. Me too.”

But we knew. We knew it wouldn’t always be like this, and because of that neither of us would ever be happy.

Past

Mistakes. I mean really, what makes a mistake a mistake and a bad decision a bad decision? Is it the way you feel about them after having done it that makes one without the other?

I fucked Niko again.

Dammit.

And then again.

Shit.

I couldn’t even say that I didn’t want to because I did. I wanted him more and more as time went on, especially after that first time, but last night felt… different. I knew he had seen the video Cece had taken of us, because that would be the only reason Niko would ever be seen at a high school party. It always had to do with me and my terrible decision-making.

I wished I could explain to him what and why, but that’s something I’d never be able to do. For as long as—ever. So I always sat and watched. And waited. As every agonizing second passed when Cece was all over his dick. She knew what she was doing sending Ari that video last night, because as much as Cece loved riding Niko, she was also smart. She never caught feelings for him, and she used him as much as he did her. Our whole friend group probably needs severe therapy.