Prologue
The music pounds through me, syncing with the thumping of my heart. My head drops back, my blonde hair loose around my shoulders as I sway in time to the beat. I close my black-lined eyes, parting my red lips on a breath. Hands find my hips and pull me back against a hot body as someone starts to sway with me, his hard cock grinding against my ass as we move. Thick, male fingers trail up my sides and across my lace bralette, and I lean my head against his shoulder. The strobe lights are bright, even through my eyelids, and the alcohol warms my blood.
I don’t need any help losing my inhibitions, but the burn of the vodka helps chase away the memories that invade when I’m alone, especially when I’m lying in bed in the dark. I stopped sleeping by myself. In fact, I stopped sleeping a lot—to my mother’s annoyance. She calls me a disappointment, a dirty stop-out, and most recently, a whore. I’m pretty sure that’s not language a lady like her should use, but fuck her.
Fuck her expectations and fuck her judgement.
This is when I’m alive, when I’m okay.
I grind into the man without even looking at his face, but when I hear a female shouting in front of me, I open my eyes. Before me is a woman with perfectly curled dark brown hair and lined, smoky, big brown eyes. She has pink lips, and a skintight pale pink dress encases her curves. She looks from me to the man behind me with betrayal and pain etched on her features.
Shit, they are together.
When her eyes land on me again, however, I see a flicker of something… hunger. Her lips press together, and the man stills behind me.
“Babe, I was just dancing,” he yells, trying to be heard over the music, but her eyes don’t move from mine, and when I smirk and slide my gaze down her body, her lips part and her thighs clench together.
Just what I need—a sweet little pussy to help me forget and a cock to fuck.
A couple means less drama, less complications, and I’m also less likely to get a call back. Her eyes fill with jealousy and annoyance, and I can see she’s about to start yelling, so I do the only thing I can—I kiss her. I taste her interest on her lips as I grip her cheeks and pull her closer. Her mouth opens on a gasp, and I slip my tongue in, tangling it with hers as her body presses against mine. She’s all soft curves and silky skin under my hands. I stroke across her shoulders and back, grasping her ass as I sway and force her to move with me.
As I break our kiss, I see her eyes are closed and her pink lips are still parted. I brush her brown hair aside and kiss her neck. “I don’t care about your relationship. I’ll fuck you both, and you will never hear from me again. I just want a good time. Don’t you?”
She shivers as I slide my hand around and up her thigh. I push her silky thighs apart and cup her pussy through her lace panties, uncaring that we are in the middle of a club and everyone can see. Everyone is here for a reason—to fuck, to forget.
“No judgement, no one needs to know. You, him, and me, and all the pleasure we can have together,” I purr. She grinds into my hand as her eyes flutter open, the buzz of alcohol giving her the confidence she needs to nod.
Grinning, I kiss her again as I feel him press against my back, and all three of us grind and dance together. We drink, dance, flirt, and touch until none of us can wait anymore.
I leave with them.
In the taxi ride to her place, I kiss him, sloppily tangling my tongue with his as my hand slips under her dress to her pussy. I rub her through her panties, and she moans, grinding into my touch as she grabs his cock and strokes.
I don’t care about the wide-eyed look of the driver or anyone else. In their lips and hands, I find oblivion. We stumble from the taxi, and I barely glance at the townhouse as she drags me inside, her hands in my hair as her mouth finds mine. The man follows behind us, stripping as he goes.
I yank down her dress, baring her high, pert breasts as we find the bedroom. She kicks the dress away and reaches for my clothes, but I capture her hands, turn her, and push her towards her boyfriend who is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching us.
“Kiss him,” I order.
She stumbles over and tackles him onto the bed, grinding against his cock as they kiss. Stripping out of my clothes, I briefly hesitate when my hands catch on the scar on my hip as I hook my fingers in my panties. I ignore it, removing the thin layer of fabric before stepping closer and wrapping my hand in her hair. I tug on her locks, turning her head to kiss her as he observes, grunting at the sight. I release her lips and lean down to kiss him, too, before pulling her close and kissing them both.
“Please,” she whispers, cupping my breasts and twisting my nipples. I groan and pull back, tightening my hold on her hair to still her movements. Her lips are red and raw, her eyes wide and needy. I turn my head to meet her boyfriend’s gaze. It’s the first time I’ve ever really looked at him. He’s good-looking, if not forgettable. He has dark eyes, dark hair, nice cheekbones, and a great body. He will work.
“On your back,” I tell the woman, and then I wink at him. “I’m going to eat your girlfriend’s cunt until she screams, and you are going to fuck me.” His eyes flare wide, and he glances nervously to his girlfriend who only whimpers.
“Yes, oh God, yes, please,” she begs, rubbing against me like a cat in heat. Her soft, perfect curves are so different from his hardness. I like cock, but I like pussy too. I’m not picky. Pleasure is pleasure. I used to be attracted to people’s personalities, but now I don’t want to know them. I only want their bodies and the ecstasy I gain from them.
I push her away, and she falls to her back. I crawl up the bed and yank on her thighs, dragging her closer as she moans. She reaches up to hold onto the bedding above her, revealing all the contours of her body. She’s all thick thighs, high tits, and glistening sex. She sucks in her belly, and I arch my eyebrow as I get onto my knees, wiggling my ass in the air to urge him on as I part her thighs and gaze at her red, raw pussy. Her clit is engorged, and she is practically dripping.
I spread her lips and blow across her core as she shivers, meeting her gaze as I swipe my tongue down her pussy. I don’t think she has ever been with a girl—she’s too nervous, too unsure. I’ll give them both a night to remember on an evening when they are feeling naughty.
Licking up her sweet cream, I dip my tongue inside her cunt before sliding it up to her clit. I lash my tongue across her nub as he grips my hips and pulls me back, pressing his hard cock against my pussy. I don’t want to talk; I just want sex. I want a quick, dirty fuck that leaves me satisfied and feeling filthy.
She whimpers and grinds into my face until I can barely breathe, but who cares? His fingers drag down my pussy and slip inside me, making me groan into her cunt. He moves them around and apart, stretching me as his thumb rubs my clit. Pleasure spirals through me, but I need more, so I push back and lift my head.
“Fuck me, unless you would rather she does,” I taunt, looking back at him with his girlfriend’s cream on my lips.
He grunts, pulls his fingers free, and replaces them with his hard cock.