by Elena Monroe
How often did he party?
Why does he party if the smile is fake?
Why is he interested in me when he has one of every shape, color, denomination?
Grabbing a water, I looked around already prepared to get naked just to prove no one can tell me what to do. Dove was underestimating me and making it clear he didn’t care the way I always convinced myself he did.
I watched Khaos jump into the pool and climb his way on a pool float of a unicorn looking so happy until I caught the smile slip from his lips.
We were both forced into these roles we didn’t ask for.
Awarding winning acting right here.
GRACE
The same girl I locked lips with last time ran up to me wrapping her arms around my neck, squealing in excitement. “You came,” she was smiling and took my hand dragging me to the pool side.
Flopping down on the lounger she pulled me down between her legs clearly fine with blurred lines and boundaries.
“Kennedy, by the way, we never got to officially meet.”
I twisted around facing her, “Birdy.”
Her arms rested on my shoulders and she pointed to Khaos who was pressing his palms into the tiles and lifting his body out of the water. I watched the water drip from his edging features and his tongue swipe over his lips. My whole body stilled and gave up functioning just to take him in, this is what I should feel like, not violated the way Dove always made me feel.
The pit of my stomach spun and my mouth fell open when I watched his muscles tighten to pull himself up. His swim trunks were much shorter than the normal and clinging to every curve and muscle on his slick skin.
Kennedy whispered into my ear, “It’s okay to look, he likes it.”
Her warm breath on my ear sent my body toppling over the edge of reason and control when I gasped wondering how his touch would feel in comparison to the pain Dove leaves behind.
“You came…” holding out his closed fist he waited for Ears to dab him like they were in on getting me here the whole time.
Ears tossed the solo cup over his shoulder, “We are so fucked. Can I talk to you, Birdy?”
Getting up slowly I wasn’t sure my body resumed function when I had to slip past Khaos and I felt my cheeks heat up showing my every emotion to him. Ears snatched my arm pulling me to the side when I nibbled on the food on the table, starving already, probably starving for some of Khaos.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” I was playing stupid on purpose.
His face looked like he had so many feelings he was going to explode, “Dove will kill us both. I don’t want to die!”
Munching on a pickle amongst the grilled food I kept letting my mind trail back to Khaos’s body, every solid inch tempting and teasing me. “It’s fine. Dove told me to keep him interested so unless you want to fuck him…”
He was looking at the mark under my eye and not me anymore when his voice got somber, “Since when do you do that job? Doesn’t he have girls for that?”
Angry still that I had become not only a punching bag but a sex doll at his disposal, I bit out, “Since now, so either get on board with this or see yourself home.” Grabbing my arm as I walked away Ears was still mad, I could feel it. He was being a good friend by even supporting my stupid decisions, indulging me one more time.
“Wait,” the tear in the top of the shirt fell apart in his hands as he ripped it lower, showing off my bikini top and what little cleavage I did have, “Go get ‘em tiger.” With a playful slap on my ass, he sent me back into the lion’s den. I was about to be sandwiched between two sexually charged people, both ready to take me to bed.
I was going to do exactly what I was told, and I wasn’t going to spare any details later when I told Dove. He fucks me but he won’t be fucking me over in this lifetime.
“There she is,” Khaos announced my presence like I was a guest of honor. It made my heart swoon and my knees want to give out, he certainly knew how to make people feel special.
He was sitting behind Kennedy when she leaned into him, his hand on her neck and a pill on her tongue that disappeared inside his mouth. Discomfort was working its way up to my face when I shifted my eyes away from their make out session. A pang of jealousy ripped through my chest when it fed the same anger I was already trying to expel.
Khaos wasn’t anything close to being mine but watching him kiss someone else made my muscles tight like I was expecting a fight.
He was making me forget my loyalty to Dove already.
See? Dangerous. He has a whole alphabet and I’m already neck deep in jealousy, good job, Grace. Real graceful.
“Come on, Birdy, fly with us.” Kennedy almost sang the words while reaching for me while Khaos sat back watching the madness unfold.
Bending at the waist, hands on the cushion, I felt her hands cup my face when her warm wet tongue pushed past my lips. She was sweet against the tart pill that I swallowed almost instantly before I sucked her tongue gently. Pulling away Kennedy smirked like she had more mischief up her sleeve.
“It’s Molly… enhances sexual pleasure. You’re staying right?”
I didn’t think I had much choice when she took my hand and looked to Khaos for direction. Our hands swayed slightly like the drugs were already forcing my body to keep moving to survive when Khaos’s arm bent behind his head and he couldn’t look more angelic.
Angel with the intentions of the devil.
“If you stay there’s no tapping out…” I was focused on his mouth while the rest of the party and music faded out all at once.
Was there ever with this kid? I gave him a bump with my fist and he still kissed my cheek. Clearly no tapping out was allowed.
I didn’t know what I was in for but whatever it was there weren't any exits. “I’m down. I don’t give up on much.”
Kennedy squealed again with her smile taking over her face. “There’s only one rule for you, everyone is fair game except Khaos. You’re our treat not his.” She dragged me behind her into the house at a speed that screamed she couldn’t wait, literally.
Khaos laughed behind me and I could hear him tell Ears, “See ya later, man.” I didn’t think this is what Dove had in mind. Twisting the story after the fact was going to be fun.
I wasn’t inexperienced, I’ve had sex, just exclusively with a man who comes before I do for the last seven years. My nerves were shot when Kennedy invited the girls inside watching a movie to come upstairs. Each one of them was equally as gorgeous as her, all in bathing suits and shorts like they simply gave up on partying to take a break.
I couldn’t even spot Khaos in the crowd when I rubbed my palm against my jean shorts trying to get it together, but the room was morphing into technicolors that were so vibrant I felt them toy with my emotions.
In a snap I was pushed up against the wall with Khaos centimeters from my face with his forearm against the wall behind my head. “Hey, you good? You tripping yet?”
“You’re a pain in the Aspirin,” I blurted out the words even though none of them answered his question and all he did was smile, up close and personal.
I swear I could feel his voice smooth over my lips like lip gloss and all I wanted was to swipe my tongue over the stickiness of it just to taste him.
“That’s the Molly alright. Any hard limits I should know about?” I felt his hand on my hip squeeze me into place like I was floating away already.
Flying.
He gave me wings when Dove broke them.
“Wait, what’s going to happen in there?” I felt the panic mixing with arousal making my panties wet. My knees wanted to rub together when I stared right into his green eyes almost glowing, but I knew it was the Molly making everything just more intense, right?
His fingers traced down my neck, over my breasts, down my stomach - all making my breath hitch in my chest. “You’re breaking all of the rules you have set for yourself. I can tell there’s far too many, Birdy. Do you feel out of control yet?”
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nbsp; I nodded my head, that breath still caught and not letting me speak when his lips pecked mine so innocently, I felt my body push off the wall following his taste.
“I’m breaking my rules too...” without him pressing against me it let the cold drift between us when I was left to get it together before entering the room we were outside of.
Turning against the wall, I forced myself to focus on breathing, not the vivid colors, his glowing green eyes, or how much I could still feel his touch tickling my skin. The room was already hot from the body heat and sticky to the skin like your body was turned on enough to react without any motivation.
Kennedy patted the giant bed, welcoming me into a pile of ten girls- including her. Apparently, he didn’t juggle them all at once, how noble of him. Scanning the room, the second I sunk into the bed sheets I saw Khaos watching me from a singular arm chair still in his wet trunks with his signature grin.
Swallowing hard, Kennedy ran through their names hoping that eased the nerves building up inside me when I sat up still semi-tense.
Lidia, Zoey, Olivia, Bella, Claudia, Nicole, Sophia, Yuki, and Jasmin.
The only elasticity I felt was with my desires and mind that the Molly had played with like puddy. Lidia, a redhead with skin that sparkled touched the inside of my thigh completely devouring me like I was being sacrificed to these girls.
“Take her shirt off,” I didn’t know who he was speaking to, but our eyes were locked and suddenly my shirt was being pulled over my head.
A voice bounced off the shell of my ear telling me to just relax, impossible when you feel hands touching almost every part of you. Their hands didn’t stop at my shirt when I felt the strings in a knot behind my neck untangle and the bikini top fall down my chest into my lap.
Our eyes still locked, I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, now topless in front of a man I felt bewildered by.
“Now her shorts,” his voice was throatier this time like he was feeling just as on edge as I was. Carefully watching his every movement, I stood up letting the many hands undress me when his hand squeezed his length outside of his shorts sending a chill up my legs.
My shorts fell to the floor and all that was left was my bikini bottoms once I kicked off my beat-up Vans. Untying the strings holding the bottoms together someone behind me dragged the material between my legs, dragging right against my pussy, forcing my eyes up to the ceiling while trying to control my breath.
“Make her moan, Olivia,” I watched his hand massage his length still covered up by his trunks, squeezing and teasing.
It must have been Olivia who ushered me back to the bed, crawling on my knees, I sat back on my heels still not comfortable enough to relax. Khaos was watching me too intently for my body to relax when Olivia licked her own fingers, and I felt the wetness touch my bare pussy.
I still had my tall socks on, but I guess that played into the fantasy enough to not have to lose those too.
Rocking my hips forward, chasing her circular motions, my knees opened further for her fingers. My eyes snapped up to Khaos who was standing and pushing down his trunks. My heart sped up to a dangerous beat when I kept my eyes glued to his avoiding looking at his vulnerable moment the way he did with mine.
I felt her fingers slip inside me and a helpless moan erupted from my mouth.
He sat back down only this time he was on the edge of the seat, no longer comfortable, with his hand wrapped around himself tightly enough to make him wonder exactly how tight I would be.
“Make her come.”
Kennedy’s lips found mine forcing my head to the right and another mouth found clamped down on my hard nipple at the same time. I felt euphoric, like their hands weren’t going to make me fly, they were going to push me right into the sun.
At least it would be warm.
KHAOS
I hadn’t felt this out of shape since Vic crushed my time in the freestyle back at Patmos. I took pride in making every muscle on my body chiseled enough to break hearts if you weren’t careful.
I was in shape, yet my chest burned and my arm felt weak all from watching Birdy break her own rules.
I already broke my own rules by touching her and kissing her, the way I wanted to. The way I wanted to have Birdy was the ultimate disrespect to my girlfriends. I would trade in each one of them for an hour with her alone and the rules were inclusive as fuck.
This was the only way to have Birdy, with a wall of girls between us.
Olivia’s fingers were inside Birdy’s pussy and my mouth salivated wondering how she tasted. I was torturing myself in a new way that went far beyond edging.
“Olivia, come here, I wanna taste her.” I demanded Olivia to stop what she was doing just for me to taste a girl I could never have all to myself.
She did as she was told when she sauntered over to the chair I sat in, pressed her fingers to my lips while I worked my hand up my own dick. Opening my mouth wider I sucked Olivia’s fingers dry tasting Birdy’s innocence on my tongue.
Fuck my life.
Olivia may have escaped for a moment, but Bella took her place only this time her tongue was doing the rubbing. Bella was lying down right under Birdy and licking so preciously, the way I knew better than anyone in the room, when I caught Birdy’s eyes still mulling over her taste.
Strong.
Innocent.
Controlled.
Just like iced tea and honey.
Our eyes locked as my hand moved faster over my length pushing me closer to the edge when Birdy lost all the control she had left. Mouthing the words, come, I waited for her triumphant moan to fill the room.
I was too consumed to keep my hand going when I exhaled right along with her while I watched her features melt into a kind of bliss I chase daily.
Wasting no time Birdy got up from the bed, holding all of my attention, crawling on her hands and knees straight for me. That same burning sensation from not breathing took up the space in my chest when she kneeled between my legs.
The same stare wasn’t breaking between us, it was like she was willing me to now come on demand. My hand moved painfully slowly, still too determined to split my focus between her and getting off.
I would choose her every time.
Her still labored voice whispered, “I wanna taste you so I know if you taste like sin or secrets.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat I held up my hand and snapped my fingers before I decided to completely fuck the rules. She was sitting there staring up at me in her post-orgasm bliss asking to taste my sins and secrets - and I’m supposed to obey my own rules? Nah, please tell me how I could have that much strength to resist.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuckkk me.
Kennedy immediately noticed my loyalty and respect lodged between us when she kneeled behind Birdy kissing her neck. Her hands wrapped around her body, playing with her nipples and I heard the already sensitive Birdy gasp at her touch.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb... chanted in my head as Kennedy gathered her attention.
The girls were continuing regardless, yet Kennedy looked at me with a sympathetic glance like she knew Birdy triggered something in me.
This was no longer a good time but a sad time, painfully sad.
I feel emo on Molly. That ain’t right.
She had been my longest standing girlfriend and every move I took she assumed all the reasoning behind them, just from knowing me that well. If this was high school, she would be queen bee.
The pressure was almost too much to handle, watching her and not able to have her. I was used to having everything I wanted.
Maybe Vic was right, and I am spoiled.
Standing up I left the room still hard as fuck and willing to literally let someone blow air on me to come, that’s how extreme I was edging tonight.
Abort.
Abort.
Closing the door behind me, I threw a respectful hand over my crot
ch and headed for my room away from the playroom. Closing myself in my bathroom I saw how shook I looked at the whole experience.
Even that didn’t steal the wind from my sails.
Slapping a hand to my own cheek I yelled at myself out loud to get it together. I wasn’t going to let some random girl turn my life upside down. I had two years of freedom left before an arranged marriage domesticated me into some kind of husband.
After a few deep breaths I forced myself to think of any one of my girls while my hand picked up the pace around myself.
I ran through my girlfriends one by one in my mind, trying to push Birdy out with each movement.
It didn’t matter who I thought of, Birdy crept back in. Her sitting in front of me like she was proclaiming her loyalty to me and already knew how much I couldn’t avoid her.
My cock jerked in my own hand thinking of Birdy, her body, how her mouth collapsed when falling into an orgasm. I wanted that image to constantly take up the background of my mind until the day I died.
Now I understood Ear’s affinity to the phrase: we’re fucked.
It was a warning, a precursor, the end of my good times.
My hips pressing against the counter I felt every muscle in my abs get tight the way that I knew was another kind of warning. Hot liquid covered my knuckles, each finger, as I clamped down harder forcing every last drop out.
Once I recovered, I washed off my own come and picked up the first pair of Calvin briefs I found. Other clothes were optional at Chateau de Khaos but I found underwear is the hard limit if you want people to look at you when you talk.
Rejoining the party, I already felt all the thoughts shouting inside my head quiet down. Partying, constantly surrounded by people, the girls - that was better than anxiety and depression meds.
Trust me, I tried them and if I didn’t then Grimm did.
I was already on Molly, but I was ready to dump alcohol in the mix if it meant suppressing my thoughts even more. Finding a yellow solo cup, I dumped the mystery liquid down the hatch and stood in the middle of the makeshift dance floor looking at the sky full of stars while people danced around me.