“Not planets,” I say, sitting up straight on the swing. What was it Preston said? That on a cloudy day, when a sunflower can’t see the sun, it still follows the path. “Suns.”
Baron just looks at me blankly. He doesn’t know everything.
“I have to go.” I stand, and for a second, neither of us move. “Thank you,” I say, and then I cross the lawn, climb the steps, and enter the house. The party’s in full swing now. There’s a beer pong game going on in the kitchen. Dixie, Gideon, some girls from the dance team, and a bunch of people I don’t know are dancing to some eighties music under a disco ball in the foyer. I pass them and climb the stairs.
I find them in the third bedroom.
They didn’t even bother to lock the door.
When I swing it open, Royal looks at me as if I’m a perfect stranger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes so completely void, as if he’s blacked-out drunk. I’m not sure he’s seeing me at all, that he can focus. He doesn’t move or react to me opening the door on them. He’s lying on his back on the bed, his head propped on his arm on the pillows, and Gloria’s head is bobbing up and down on his dick.
I stand there holding the knob, feeling like I’m as far outside my body as he looks.
I step inside and pull the door closed and turn the lock. Then I cross the room and climb onto the bed. Gloria’s head pops up, and she stares at me for a second with a bleary, unfocused gaze.
“Go on,” I say. “Don’t stop on account of me.”
She looks confused, so I lean down, pulling my wet hair aside, and run my tongue up the side of Royal’s glorious cock.
It’s just a dick, I tell myself. It’s not special. It’s just a blowjob. I’ve given hundreds of them. It doesn’t matter if it’s Royal. He’s checked out.
Gloria smiles. “You’re nasty,” she says, but she gets back to work, scooting down so she’s propped on one elbow. Then she leans in and starts along the other side of his cock, running her tongue up the other side. I match my movements with hers, stroking along the outside of his cock, then the bottom, then turning our heads to work our way up with small strokes from base to tip. I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, lifting his cock so we can both get the head at once.
Royal doesn’t make a sound.
His tip is salty, and my tongue strokes over the soft skin of his cock and swipes Gloria’s tongue. For a second, we battle to get more of him, both trying to get the head of his cock into our mouth first. I pull back, because Royal doesn’t deserve what I can do for him, but when I see her mouth slide down over his cock, a flash of anger whips through me. I grab a fistful of Lo’s hair and shove her head down hard. Her shriek of protest is cut off by a retching sound as she gags on him. That’s what she gets for letting me walk in on her.
I hold her head down while she struggles to breathe for a minute just to make sure she gets the message. Finally, she grabs my hand, her fake nails biting through the skin as her struggles grow frantic. I pull her head up by the hair.
“What the fuck?” she snaps, shoving her messy hair back, her eyes red and full of tears from choking on Royal’s cock.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She blinks at me, and something about the mascara tracks of her tears makes me realize who I’m talking to, how fucking hot she is. No wonder Royal chose her to move on with. Before she can get back on it, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lift his thick cock to my lips. She leans down, too, but her eyes are on me. After one lick, I drop Royal’s cock from between us. Our mouths collide, sloppy and wet. I bury my hands in Gloria’s hair, licking inside her mouth, tasting Royal on her tongue.
“That better not be the taste of your pussy on his dick,” I say, my breath coming short. My wet lips slide across her soft ones, and she shivers, swaying against me.
I rise, pulling her with me, so we’re kneeling on either side of Royal. Then I kiss her again. She gives a startled little sound into my mouth when I pull her in roughly, deepening the kiss. I can taste the salt of his precum on her tongue, and it makes me lose my mind. I angle my head, pushing my tongue as deep as I can, sucking him from her mouth with a mixture of desire and fury. We battle for the taste, sucking and moaning and biting. Her nails dig into my arms, and my grip in her blonde hair tightens until I feel her suck in a breath.
Still on my knees, I crawl over Royal and push Gloria back on the bed. She falls back, her head hitting the pillow with a whoosh. I climb on top of her, straddling her hips and leaning down, wrapping one hand gently around her throat. Her lips are shiny, her eyes wide. I grip her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her again, my tongue fucking her soft little mouth. She lets out a breathy moan, and I adjust my position on top of her, rocking my thigh between hers.
I feel the bed shift when Royal moves, but I don’t open my eyes. Gloria digs her hands into my wet hair, gripping my head and kissing me harder, lifting her hips to grind against my thigh. She’s so small, so soft and fragile compared to a man. I hold her more gently, cradling her small body against mine.
The door slams, and Gloria drops her head back on the pillow, a giggle escaping her. “I guess my job here is done.”
“Not unless you want it to be,” I say, sliding my hand from her neck and down her body, tugging up her skirt. “I’ve only been with one girl, but I think I can get the job done.”
I slide my hand between her legs, brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh with my fingertips before touching her through her panties. They’re wet, and it makes me wet. I press my knees together as I pull aside the fabric and slide a finger through the slippery lips of her shaved cunt.
Our eyes meet, and hers grow serious. “Harper?”
“Want to keep going?” I whisper against her lips, sinking a finger slowly into her. My pulse is fluttering like a trapped moth in my throat, and heat licks between my thighs. She’s hot and so wet I wonder if Royal already came inside her.
She bites her lip, then shakes her head. I kiss her one more time, letting my lips linger in her soft, warm kiss before I draw away. I slide my finger from her and pull her skirt down. “Sorry.”
She sits up and rubs her lips together, tossing her messy hair back and running her fingers through it to get it under control. “Well, I guess I can cross ‘kissing a girl’off my high school bucket list.”
“I should have asked you first,” I say. “I know you’re not into girls. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I got carried away.”