Reaching in the drawer, my fingers gripped the bag and the top pair of panties. A hot pink thong I hadn’t seen before. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. It wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t.” I took the pills and panties and shoved them in my pocket.
“Does this mean I’ll find something matching under here?” I ran my fingertips down the center of her chest.
“What kind of girl would I be if you didn’t, Bunny?” She was so fucking predictable. But she was a decent lay, so I wasn’t going to complain.
Gripping her neck, I pulled her head to the side and began kissing her neck. She melted to my touch and fell back onto the bed and scooted backward. I pulled my jacket off before reaching up to take her denim skirt off. She wore no underwear, just as I expected. I straddled her before pinching the zipper on her black sequined jacket and pulling it down, revealing the hot pink bra that matched the underwear. I licked up the center of her fake tits to her chin, and she moaned. Reaching down, she was already wet between her legs. My mind flashed to the night with Dexter and Marlowe. How perfect Marlowe felt and how I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them since then. Seeing them together tonight made things so much worse.
Fuck.
Nicki leaned up, trying to press her lips to mine, and I jerked away. “You know the rules.”
She groaned as I knelt and pulled my shirt over my head. Nicki ran her hands down my toned stomach, immediately reaching for my belt and undoing my pants. I wobbled a little when I stood, kicking my shoes off. My hand reached into my pocket, and I grabbed a condom before shoving my pants down.
With practiced ease, I rolled the condom on. Nicki watched with wide eyes. “Turn over,” I commanded, climbing back on the bed. It was better when I didn’t have to look at her. Plus this way she didn’t try to kiss me.
She stuck her ass high in the air, and I gathered the moisture at her entrance before plunging two fingers inside. Nicki moaned at my intrusion, pumping my fingers in and out; she began gripping the blankets. I slid into her with ease when she was ready for me. The problem with fucking Nicki was she was sensitive, like too sensitive. I fucking hated that. She came almost the moment I bottomed out inside of her. Her walls clenched around me, and a gush of warmth enveloped my cock. It felt amazing, but I was nowhere near finished.
Gripping her waist, I pounded into her. She cried out for me to fuck her harder, but it was obviously for show. She would fake another orgasm when I came. I’d give her the money for the pills, and we would go back out into the party. That was our deal. We fucked, and she gave me half off drugs. Did her supplier know that? Fuck if I knew, and I didn’t really care. I was getting party bags half street value, and I wasn’t going to question it. They kept my mind numb, and that’s what I needed right now.
When we were getting dressed, Nicki gave me a questioning look. “Why’d you bring Dexter with you? He never comes. Don’t tell me he wants in too.” She motioned toward her nightstand where she kept the majority of her stash.
“Dex? I came alone.” After zipping my hoodie, I pulled the bag out of my pocket and shook it. “Thanks.”
“Whatever, Bunny. You know where to find me.” Grabbing a pipe from her nightstand and lit it. Nodding, I left the bedroom and walked back out into the party.
The house had filled up since we had gone to the bedroom. A huge group of people sat in the living room watching the movie that was now playing on the TV. Everyone who sat on thecouch was making out. Music played so loudly you couldn’t hear what was being said in the movie, so I walked away and into the kitchen. Passing by, I noticed Dexter was there, sitting in a kitchen chair in the corner of the room drinking a beer. He was facing the TV, but he never looked away from me. He looked too fucking good sitting there, leaning forward on his toned forearms, watching my every move. Doing my best to ignore him, I walked to the kitchen and made myself a rum and Coke.
“You’re Bunny, right?” A vaguely familiar man’s voice sounded off behind me. Turning around, the lime green hoodie guy from our party a few months ago stood in front of me.
“Oh, lime green hoodie guy. What’s up, man?”
The guy leaned forward, caging me in on the counter. Leaning around him, two other guys stood behind, glaring in my direction. “The fuck did you just call me?”
“Lime green hoodie guy. You know, because you wear this dirty lime green hoodie all the time. Well, at least you have the two times I’ve seen you. So you’re lime green hoodie guy now.” His buddies moved to either side of me, caging me in further. It was an intimidating move for sure, but I wasn’t scared. I just wanted to have my drink and go sit outside until all these people left, especially Dexter. I felt like he was breathing down my neck. My eyes wandered over to where he had been sitting, but he wasn’t there. Maybe he had actually left.
Thank fuck.
“It’s TJ, idiot,” the lime green hoodie guy said before shoving off the counter and standing up straight in front of me. He was a bit taller than me, probably about Dexter’s height. But I still wasn’t sure what this guy wanted from me.
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Okay, TJ. What do you want?”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”
I couldn’t control the laughter that rolled out of me. “You’re kidding, right? I’m here for the same reason all of these peopleare here, dude. Get a clue.” My arm reached behind me and gripped my drink before pushing TJ out of the way.
“Stay the fuck away from my girl.”
My feet stopped me dead in my tracks before I could make it to the back door. “Who? Nicki? Oh good luck with that one, bro. My fucking bad, but you may want to go have a conversation with her.” Pointing to her bedroom, I continued my walk out to the back. That guy was delusional if he thought Nicki was actually his girl. And if that was the case, boy was he in for a rude awakening.
Nicki’s back porch consisted of a table and three chairs. The fourth chair was broken and had been tossed out into the yard. Weeds had overtaken it months ago. The pack of cigarettes I pulled out of my pocket felt suspiciously light. Flipping the red and white top back, I saw only the bright orange lighter inside. “Goddammit.” I tossed the empty pack across the table right before the backdoor opened.
“Need a cigarette?” Dexter’s smooth voice made me jump.
My hand gripped the plastic cup, and I gulped down more than half of my drink. “Fuck off, man. What are you doing here? Go home.”
He shrugged and handed me a cigarette. Realizing I had thrown my lighter with the pack of cigarettes, I turned back to Dexter. He held a lighter out ready for me. We made direct eye contact as he lit my cigarette. His green eyes never looked away from me, and a magnetic force wouldn’t have been able to pull me away from his gaze. Once my eyes had dried out and I realized what I was doing, I looked away, pulling the cigarette from my mouth. The baggy of pills suddenly burned a hole in my pocket. I needed one.
