Bad Wolf (7 page)

I shivered, moving my mouth over a sliver of his skin peaking just above
the line of his jeans. I moved my tongue gently over the hard stretch of flesh,
catching the few stray hairs of his happy trail in my sensual kisses. He
groaned, and I snapped my eyes open, a new ferocity growing, forcing me to grip
his hips and tug at the zipper and undo the button, opening the folds of his
denim and releasing the bulge. I groped the impressive size of it in my hands,
radiating with warmth. I held my mouth over the bulge, caressing the cloth of
his boxers with my breath.

“Bailey, I don’t think—”

“Shhh,” I said, not wanting to listen to reason. This is what Sierra was
talking about.

‘
You only live once
,’ I reminded myself.

I moved my fingers over the band of his boxers, prying them down slowly,
until the elastic band caught on his erection, creating a tent just beneath my
watering mouth.

‘
If I could only taste it
,’ I thought, the delicious notion
filling me with a wild desire. It was strange, feeling this way. I wasn’t one
to go crazy over fellatio. Or jumping my best friend’s bones.

But it was all happening so fast, in a whirl of desire and emotion, that
I had no chance against the freight train of yearning that was pummeling
through me. Neither did Trent, because as soon as I pulled the fabric over his
member, releasing it out into the air as my fingers grazed just the tip, I
heard him exhale sharply, desperately. I looked up to see his eyes fluttering
shut, and I moved the back of my hand over him, teasing the length of his
joystick with my nails.

‘
It’s so huge
,’ I thought, taking the tip into my hand.

“Bailey,” he groaned. Hearing my name on his lips, in that way, the way
I didn’t think he was capable of, not with me, was all I needed. I moved my
mouth down over his head, taking in the sharp smell of skin and salt, the
softness of his manhood greeting my salivating mouth. A dizzying flash blinded
me for a moment as heat struck me, rolled through me and took me for its
prisoner. I gasped before pushing my mouth further down onto him, the sweet
slurping sound caressing my ears as my tongue slid down the velvety softness.

I thought I might explode with the savage ache that was welling up
inside of me, lasciviously pounding away in my veins, growing as I bobbed up to
greet a hint of his saltiness, salacious and hot as it moved down my throat.

“Oh God,” he called out to the ceiling of the van. My slutty side came
back with full force, moaning against his turgid joystick, relishing in the
reverberations that filled my throat. His body shifted beneath me, and he
brought his torso up so that he could stroke my head with his hands, tangling
his long fingers into my hair.

“What are you doing to me,” he muttered, his heavy lids battling to stay
open. I rolled my tongue over him, steadily increasing the tempo of my
seesawing head, pressing my bottom lip hard against his expanding member. My
only regret at the moment was that I couldn’t take all of him, roll him into a
ball and put him inside of me, an offering to the insatiable greed in the pit
of my stomach.

His hips spazzed, jerking upwards involuntarily, and his tip slammed
against the back of my throat. I coughed out in surprise. It was hot feeling
him there, so deep inside of me.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“Don’t be,” I said, moving back over him and gripping his sinuous
thighs, encouraging him with small tugs to thrust back into me.

“But—”

“I won’t break,” I hissed, gripping him more forcefully. My heart was
beating loudly now, pounding my ears as the flutter of nerves broke through the
liquor and returned to me, reminding me of what I was doing.

Giving myself away. Hooking up with an engaged man.

Ruining my friendship.

I pushed away the critical thoughts, sinking onto him further with each
tentative thrust. Every one of his exhales ricocheted through me, reminding me
what years of desire could do, writhing and growing like an invasive vine.

For once, I wasn’t a victim, a prisoner to my desires. It was
liberating. The tremble of my lips shivered against him, and I could feel him
pull, his manhood thundering with its own pulse as it pressed against the sides
of my mouth.

“I’m going to cum,” he gasped before shutting his eyes closed tight and
gripping my hair into his fists. I moved faster, lowering a hand to greet the
round curve of his balls, eager to taste his ecstasy. My own head was spinning
with pleasure, and I was sure nothing could disrupt this perfect moment,
nothing except: “I love you!”

Which is what Trent called out in a howl as he exploded, filling my
mouth with a warm, slightly acrid milk. But I could hardly notice it as it fell
down my throat, my mind stuck on the three words, hovering in the air, distant
and foreign sounding.

“What?” was all I could manage before the side door of the van opened
quickly, with a sharp, rolling noise that shattered the strange atmosphere that
surrounded us.

“Guess what Bailey! You won the—oh,” I pulled my head up off of
Trent and turned, mortified to see Brandon’s face, frozen in shock. My mind
went into panic, and I could sense Trent shuffling beneath me. I looked down to
see that he was shoving himself back into his pants. I quickly moved off his
lap just as Nick opened the driver’s door and Martin flopped into the front
passenger’s seat.

“What are you guys doing in the back?” Martin called with a casual yawn.

“Uh…we were just talking,” I said, trying to control the wavering in my
voice. I shot Brandon a look. He shut his mouth and slid into his seat, turning
his head slowly to face the front of the van. I avoided eye contact with Trent
and crawled over the back seat quickly, falling over onto the floor with a
thud.

“Did Brandon tell you the news?” Martin asked, turning to face me with a
wide smile. I buckled myself into the seat next to Brandon, completely avoiding
eye contact.

“Uh, no, what is it?”

“You won the prize money!”

“Oh,” I said, the words not registering with me. My mind was still stuck
on the palpable tension between Brandon, Trent and I. “What?”

“Go inside and get that two-hundred girlie,” Brandon said, and I turned
to see a wicked smirk on his face. Suddenly what they said clicked.

“Wait, you’re joking right?”

“No,” Brandon said, raising an amused eyebrow. “We’re not. Go get your
money.”
I took in a deep breath, trying to steady my swimming thoughts.
What was happening? This wasn’t my life. It wasn’t every night that I got the
guy and the prize money, or you know, ever.

I opened the creaky van door and slid out of my seat, my feet greeted by
the hard pavement below. The air swirled around me, muggy and heavy with a
sharp howl that sent a shiver down my spine. Every sense was heightened, every
movement of the world against me magnified.

The things I had done, they were irreversible. Every touch, every
shiver, every glance between half closed eyes. They would hang between us like
an unpaid debt for the rest of our lives.
 

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