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"You had such a different outtake last time, B. What happened to you? Pussy is just pussy right? Or is this one different?"
I chance a glance at Joel as the last question exits his mouth. My lips flatten against one another. The mood has shifted so drastically, and my drunk ass is loving every single second. His face resembles the Cheshire Cat on Alice and Wonderland. God, this is such good material. "You know the answer to that question. There is a plane ticket with my name on it that will be used very soon," Bryant responds in a strained manner.
I glance back and forth between the two of them, each one with a very different facial expression. Bryant looks like he's about to explode and Joel looks like he's just won the fucking lottery. "Then I think you should leave the decision up to Tynleigh here."
"Fuck you. How much blow have you had today?"
"Now, B, you know neither one of us are into that. We just don't mind the sight of each other's dick now and then where a beautiful woman is concerned."
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"So the two of you have shared in a three-way before?"
"Only if the offer presents itself," Joel says, still giving off an evil gleam in his eye.
"Our sexual history is none of her business just like hers is none of ours. The answer is no. I'm about to revoke the invitation of watching."
"What's the matter, B? Are you scared I may be better at it than you and she switch teams the second you leave?"
Bryant jerks forward like he's ready to start swinging. I straddle his lap, stopping him. His hands immediately take residence on my ass, my panties pressed against the zipper of his jeans. "You wanted us to have fun, right?"
Our eyes remain locked together. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to share your pussy. I happen to like it."
"There's always anal," Joel taunts.
Bryant's head immediately starts to jerk toward him, but I grab it with each hand, holding it to me. I discretely rub my center against his. "There is always compromise, and I'll let you make the rules on how far, under one condition."
His eyes drop to my lips. "What's the condition?"
I turn toward my purse sitting on the small table in front of the couch, my vision catching Joel as I do. His demeanor has changed, but only slightly. There is no doubt he is somewhat on to me having a plan of my own if he likes cocaine. I remove the small breath mint tin from my purse and open it, grabbing one of the tiny pills and showing it to him. "Play with me and see where it goes. Because of you, I'm giving myself a night with no restrictions. I've worked hard to deserve it. I haven't had one since college. Don't take that from me. When this takes effect, then you can decide what your boundaries are."
I place the small pill on the tip of my tongue like the breath mint it's disguised as and press my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me in the harshest way, but takes it and swallows. I pull away, placing my own on my tongue and swallowing. When I go to reach for the third to give Joel, Bryant grabs my wrist. "He can take his own," he says, taking control of my arm and extending the tin toward him.
Joel doesn't even hesitate before taking his pill and popping it into his mouth. "Not many can tame that one when he's angry, and not many can make him angry," he says, winking, as if it's supposed to be some kind of riddle."
A new round of shots is waiting on us already. I grab two, shoving one between my cleavage, similar to the other night. He studies it, and then brings his eyes to mine as I ready my glass for drinking. "Drink up, and make my panties disappear."
He grabs the shot with his mouth, his beard tickling my cleavage as he gets a hold on it. When the small glass leaves my bust I turn my glass up, letting the clear liquid run down my throat. Now, to wait for the moment when I'm reacquainted with an old friend.
* * *
My back smacksinto the wall as we make our way to Joel's door, waiting for him to open it. Bryant's hands are all over my body in the most inappropriate way, and it feels marvelous. He's rough; as if the E is enhancing the sexual nature he already has—his love for hard and fast—multiplying it by a hundred. He licks the length of my neck from bottom to top. Fuck, I've missed this. I can feel every hair from his beard separately and simultaneously as it glides across my skin. His hand disappears under my dress, the tips of his fingers already at my panty line. "Damn, B, hold on. Such a fucking lightweight with your drugs. A shame to the Briggs name."
I'm not sure whether I want to tell Joel to shut the fuck up or keep my mouth shut, because every movement closer to my pussy causes me to clench, waiting for the moment his hand reaches its destination. We've all had a lot to drink before and after taking the ecstasy. My head rolls to the side, barely able to breathe without feeling like my body is going to explode.
His fingers dip beneath my panties, diving into my wet center. The other hand pulls the top of my dress down to my ribs, revealing my strapless bra. "Just hurry the fuck up," I say, short of breath, and ready for that door to finally open. Bryant is all over me. I've seen him hammered, and this is totally different. Like Saxton, I’m going to guess he's never had E before either. Because even after all these years without it I can still manage my feelings just a little. He shoves two fingers into me, hard, causing me to push up on my toes. "Shit. Open the door, dammit."
He stops watching Bryant maul me and finally opens the door in a hurry. It hasn't even been long, but at this rate Bryant is going to be fucking me against the wall outside of Joel's apartment. When I try to move out of his hold to walk inside he grips me hard and lifts me. "You aren't going anywhere," he grits out as I cross my legs behind his waist, walking me into the apartment behind Joel, slamming the door behind him.
A few steps inside and he falls forward, his lips locked with mine as my back hits against the thin mattress of the fold out couch. My body pushes up, arching my spine when his tongue skims down my front as he peels my dress and bra down my body in a hurry. I kick off my wedges before he makes it to my feet. He leans over my body as my clothes fall to the floor, his mouth closing around my nipple. I moan, my fingers instantly going to his hair, unable to help it. Then I get louder as the back of his index finger skims my skin when he hooks it around the crotch of my panties and tears them down my legs, baring me completely.
Joel appears from wherever he was and places his hand on Bryant's shoulder after he stands and removes his shirt, looking down at my naked body. I push up on my elbows, staring at the two of them in front of me. "What's it gonna be, B? Set your boundaries. But if I get to make a request, I really want a taste."
Bryant looks down at me, unbuckling his belt in the sexiest fucking way there is, and then undoes his jeans, radiating a masculine aura with every move. "What do you want, Tynleigh? It's your body."
I sit up, Bryant still between my legs at the edge of the bed. My hands clench around the waistband of his jeans and briefs, pulling them down his legs, my eyes never swaying from his. "I already told you. I was hooking up with you first. It seems to bother you more than it does me. You can set the boundaries and I'll play along."
"Fine." His jaw clenches, as if he already hates the words that are about to come out of his mouth. "Mouth or hands only, Joel, and leave your fucking dick in your pants. If you want to fuck something you can use your call list. I know you have one." His eyes are focused on mine, strained even. I grab his dick, softly stroking it. "No one is going inside her but me. And if you want a taste, you're going to have to deal with my balls near your face, because she's mine.” Something about the way he saysminesounds so final, and with every fiber of my being I believe it, even knowing he's not going to be here much longer. "Read into it however the fuck want. Frankly, I don't care, but cousin or not, if you push me, I'll beat your ass just like I did when we were sixteen."
