Page 12 of Fracture


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I laugh. “All up in your feels? You did not just say that.”

“I know, pathetic, right? But honestly, it’s actually pretty interesting.”

“As long as you never say up in my feels again.”

“What? Guys have feelings, too.”

“Alright, we’re getting you laid tonight. Like dirty, over the top, rough sex. She’ll fuck the feels right out of you.” Fuck feelings. They cause drama and pain. Shit we don’t need. What do we need? To blow our load.

“Nah, I’m good, man.”

“You getting soft on me?”

“Ha, no. Just tired of the same scene.”

“Should be some new faces tonight.” At least I hope there is. Because he’s not wrong. Since our freshman year, Rhett and I have been getting drunk and laid, being each other’s wingman when necessary.

We arrive at the party a couple of minutes later, and the place is already crawling with people. Cars fill both sides of the street and groups of people mingle on the front lawn and in the driveway. The garage door is open with a couple of tables of beer pong set up, games in progress.

Inside, the house is more packed. It’s just a sea of bodies as I follow Rhett towards the back of the house in search of the kitchen. Always our first stop.

It’s hard to believe the tiny ass kitchen holds the amount of people shoved inside it but we barely squeeze in. I cup two hands around my mouth and holler. “Bartender coming through!”

People cheer and the crowd parts, leading me to the island slash makeshift bar.

“Yo! Landon, my man!” The guys hosting the party say hi as I get to work pulling ingredients from my bag.

“Tonight’s special drink is The Landon the Sequel.”

“I want first dibs!” Rhett yells in my arm just as Felix comes up on the other side of me. Soon, I’m surrounded by frat guys and people from my classes, all wanting to try the night’s speciality.

“If you haven’t had The Landon before, this is like it’s less sweet cousin. You know the one with a little kick.” I look up and find a hot girl standing directly across from me so I wink and mouth the words, “Want one?”

She bites her lip and nods. Her pink tongue jets out ever so slowly and it sends tingles straight to my dick. Oh I know exactly who's sucking my dick tonight.

I whip up a couple of batches of the drink and serve them, then continue playing bartender for a while. The hot girl stuck around for a while, eye fucking me the whole time as she whispered to her friend. Probably about how hot I am. She worked her way closer around the kitchen island until she was standing right next to me. But it didn’t last long before others bumped their way in and she left. I have no doubts she’ll be back. That is, unless I find her first.

After an hour or two, I mix up a couple of drinks for myself and join the crowd. I’m not into beer pong as much as I am hacky sack and I find a game of it happening in the backyard. As I take a step into the backyard, someone walks in front of me. I know instantly it’s the girl from earlier, the familiar sweet scent invading my senses like it did before.

“Hey, you.” She smiles up at me and licks those pouty pink lips of hers again.

“Hey. Want to go somewhere more quiet?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

I lead her back inside and find an empty bedroom. It’s not long before she’s on her knees and unsnapping my jeans.

When she puts my semi hard cock between those pretty lips of hers, it springs to life, growing hard in her mouth.

As she begins to suck, my head rolls back and around in a circle with the feel of her tongue licking up and down my shaft.

She works my cock hard and I almost buck forward. Hold it back.

I hear a sharp intake of breath and I look down at this girl who's going to town on my cock. There’s no way that was her.

My eyes land on the door. The door we didn’t close all the way.

And there, watching through the small opening, is Everleigh.

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