My feet don’t know if they want to walk me backwards out of the room or step further inside.
The option is taken out of my hands as Ginger storms across the room, grabbing my arm. He isn’t necessarily rough, but he isn’t gentle either as he tucks me into the room, slamming the door behind me.
Brynsyn smirks, his hand moving to his cock. I don’t dare move my gaze away as he strokes himself. “That’s more like it,” he says, “now get over here and get back to work, Foxy.”
The guy, Foxy, glares at Brynsyn. “I don’t know what you think you’re cooking up Brynsyn but I already told you no.”
Brynsyn waves his fre hand at him before leaning down and pulling the little bag from earlier out of his sweatpants. He looks at Ginger one last time before looking over at me. “Don’t worry, he’ll warm up once he realizes you don’t care about him taking my dick. Because you don’t care, right, Ner, because you want to take it too.”
He isn’t wrong, on any accounts. I could give two shits about these two fucking each other, if anything, I think it’s hot, though I’ll never tell the orange loof that since he wants to be an asshole.
Brynsyn’s lips spread into a slow, sensual grin before he crooks a finger at me. My feet move on their own accord. One moment I’m by the door, the next I’m standing right in front of Brynsyn, leaning into him and frankly I don’t care that my feet have decided to make their own decisions.
“See, I knew you weren’t a prude,” Brynsyn says leaning into me a moment before his lips are slamming down onto mine.
His lips are delicious.
It’s the first thought I have as his lips move against mine. He tastes sweet, and yet, there’s this bitterness just under that’s perfectly right. I lean completely against him, feeling his cock push against the fabric of my jeans. He lets out a soft groan as I shift my hips slightly, creating friction.
His hand moves to my hip, pulling me closer, rubbing his cock against me even as he kisses the daylight out of me. When he bites down on my lip, I let out a groan.
I don’t care what Clemmen said about his dick being evil or whatever because his lips are downright addicting. He pulls away from me, his lids slightly lowered as he moves his lips to my neck. I feel his arm shift slightly behind me but it's the last thing I care about as he bites down on my skin hard enough to break flesh. The pain is sharp and it shoots straight to my pussy.
“Are you a pain slut, Ner?” he whispers against my ear.
I blow out a breath, going to answer, because yes, I fucking love pain with my sex, but I’m distracted once again by his hand moving behind me. He moves his head against the side of mine a moment before he pulls back. Before I can ask what he’s doing, his lips are back on mine and this time, there’s something different to the taste of him, something that’s sickly sweet.
His tongue pushes into my mouth and when something gritty and granulated brushes over my tongue I realize what’s going on.
It’s the Olix, or whatever Clememn called it.
It’s what he was fiddling with.
The powder dissolves in my mouth quickly and my muscles relax quicker than I expect, my skin on fire.
“Oh,” a little gasp leaves my lips.
Brynsyn pulls back to smile at me and his eyes move over my shoulder, his eyes brightening. His grip on my hip tightens and then he’s kissing me senseless again.
I try to keep up with his movements, but everything feels slow and cloudy. His tongue traces along my lips and I try to follow it, to capture it, but it eludes me. Moaning, I push a little further into him at the same time that lips trail along my neck and my waist is gripped tightly.
The drugs must be making me hallucinate.
Because I’m counting too many lips and too many hands.
“I knew you’d cave,” Brynsyn says as he pulls away from me.
I nearly tilt to the side as he spins me around. I just manage to stay on my feet and my eyes feel droopy as I look up at the giant standing up in front of me.
So that’s where the extra limbs and mouth came from.
“Foxy,” falls from my lips and the words don’t sound quite right to my ears, my voice a little too soft and husky. The hate from earlier isn’t anywhere to be found.
Ecstasy definitely didn’t feel this good.
“Don’t call me that, It’s Cerus or Fox,” the giant says, his grip on my waist tightening.
My back is now pressed up against Brynsyn, his dick wedging up against my ass. His chest vibrates as he laughs. “That’s cute, don’t you thinK? Cer and Ner?” His laugh is almost a giggle this time and if I thought the drugs weren’t affecting him, I was wrong. “Can I be Ber?”