To Burn In Brutal Rapture

by Nyla K

  Damien’s been dating Ophelia for almost a year now, so she’s always at our apartment. Sometimes she’ll come out of the bathroom in only a towel, or leave Day’s room in nothing but one of his t-shirts. And of course I never look, because she’s my best friend’s girlfriend, and it would be a dick move to check her out, even though she’s obviously beautiful. But she’s my friend too, and I’ve honestly never looked at her in that way.

  But now her tits are out. And Damien doesn’t seem to care that it’s happening in front of me and Kelsey. In fact, his eyes meet mine while they’re kissing and he smirks, gripping her hair harder, holding her in place for him.

  I gulp again, unsure of what’s going on here. It’s probably just the molly that has everyone’s inhibitions lowered.

  Before I can’t overthink the fact that Lia’s now slithering out of her skirt too, Kelsey whips off her bra and wriggles out of her jeans. Both girls are in nothing but panties, sitting awfully close to one another on the bed.

  They peek at each other and start giggling. I have no choice but to look at Damien to see what he thinks of all this. He’s already looking at me, and he grins, one of those wickedly charming Damien Wright smiles he does when he knows he’s about to get away with murder. Then the asshole actually winks at me. I have to laugh, which makes him laugh, and suddenly we’re all laughing like a bunch of fucking lunatics. But it feels great.

  Everything feels really fucking great right now.

  “This is so fun,” Kelsey pushes me until I’m lying down, then climbs on top of me, pressing her tits on my bare chest.

  I love the feeling. Big, perky handfuls, with hard nipples grazing my pecs, turning me the fuck on. I glance to my right, where Day’s lying next to me with Lia on top of him, doing the same thing, kissing his neck and giving him what looks like a hickey. I grin to myself because he’s going to hate that, but he won’t say anything. He lets her do whatever she wants to him.

  I like their relationship. They’re perfect together. From their first date, I knew Lia was special, and I knew Day would fall in love with her, which he did, fast and hard. It almost made me jealous for a minute, because I’m not sure if I’m capable of falling in love.

  Love isn’t meant for someone like me.

  But it’s meant for Damien, and Ophelia Landon is just right for him. So I love them together, and I hope with everything inside me they make it last. Damien deserves her.

  “It’s so hot in here,” Lia whispers to Day while he palms her tits. Her voice comes out breathy and sexual, stiffening my cock without me even realizing it.

  “It’s really hot…” I cup Kelsey’s tits while she grinds on my lap.

  “I like it hot,” Kelsey kisses my jaw and down my throat.

  And when Damien murmurs, “Me too,” I notice how close we actually are on this bed.

  I’m lying right by his side, so close that I can smell his cologne and Lia’s perfume mixing together. It’s heady, and it smells good; that and the cinnamon in the air, and whatever gum Kelsey was chewing a few minutes before we got here is intoxicating my senses.

  The girls are synchronized, both kissing our necks, fussing with the waists of our jeans. The sounds of kissing and panting in the air sweep me up. I really have no idea what’s happening in this room, but I like it, and I don’t want it to stop.

  Lia lifts her head, and Kelsey follows her lead. They look at each other for a minute, grinning.

  “Play time?” Lia purrs and Kelsey nods.

  Then they lean in, like slow motion, kissing soft and hesitant, lips pressing together while they’re practically naked, sitting astride our laps.

  “Fuck…” The word leaves my mouth in the form of air, because sure I’ve seen girls do this a bunch of times before, but never in such a compromising position.

  They both giggle, sensually making out, tongues flicking, looking delicate and sexy, like only girls can. I’m in awe, and I can’t help but glance at Damien, who’s so close to me I can almost feel him vibrating as he hums out his approval.

  His green eyes find mine in the dim light, and he licks his lips. I try to swallow, my throat beyond dry all of a sudden. He’s still looking at me, and I’m looking at him. The girls are kissing and breathing, sounding so damn sexy. Damien’s chest moves up and down just like mine, and I can’t stop watching him while he watches me.

  It’s strange, but it feels good.

  Everything still feels really fucking great right now.

  The girls peel off each other, Damien and Ophelia sharing a look. I’m not sure what it means, all I know is that my head is swimming. There’s so much desire coursing through me, I’m buzzing from head to toe with a need so strong I don’t know what could sate it.

  The four of us are so close we’re basically a big pile of burning flesh. Day and Lia look at me, and I blink at them. Before I know what’s happening, Lia is leaning over and kissing me.

  I’m paralyzed for a moment, unsure of whether this will get me punched. I don’t want my best friend to hate me, panic seizing my chest.

  But then Damien touches my arm. It feels… different. Maybe it’s just a touch that says, I’m cool with this. Or maybe it means something else.

  I really don’t know, but with my best friend’s hand on my arm, I allow myself to kiss his girlfriend back, just a little. Just to see…

  Ophelia’s mouth tastes sweet, her naked tits brushing my chest, causing my cock to flinch hard. There are hands and fingers all over me and I don’t even know which belong to who at this point.

  Then Lia grabs Kelsey and pulls her down so the three of us can kiss at the same time which, as uncoordinated as it seems, is also super hot. Just as I’m getting really worked up, they leave me breathless and Kelsey kisses Damien, then Lia kisses Damien. And then Lia kisses Kelsey, and the three of them kiss while I watch in fascination and wonder how I can slow my roll a little. I’m so goddamn turned on.

  I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’ve had some wild nights. But this one definitely takes the cake already.

  The three of them are kissing, breathing, and I want to do something, not sure what, when I feel Damien’s hand again, this time sliding over my hand. I’m not sure if he meant to do it, so I ignore it. Until he does it again, this time his fingers tracing mine.

  Taking a breath, I hold it to relax because something strange is happening in my stomach. I don’t know if it’s just the drugs, but this new touch feels good, and I don’t know what to think about it.

  My internal obsessing is cut short when Lia and Kelsey pull away from Damien and begin touching each other, while touching us. They kiss our chests and our abs, simultaneously yanking our pants and boxers down until we’re naked. Then they remove their panties, and now we’re all naked in this bed together and I can barely process what’s happening.

  Kelsey takes my dick in her soft hand and I watch as she strokes it, while Lia does the same to Damien.

  I’m fucking burning alive it’s so hot in here. My body is all steamed up, my bare skin touching Damien’s, and he’s even hotter than I am. I register the muscles in his arm moving, brushing mine as he runs his fingers through Lia’s blonde hair. The girls' curious hands rub each other’s tits while jerking us off, and it’s almost too much for my eyes to handle.

  My gaze finds Day, his head tilting in my direction as our eyes lock, prompting that weird feeling in my stomach again. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it before, but right now, when I’m high and feeling fucking fantastic, it seems like a vaguely familiar sensation.

  I’m so confused, but when Day moves his face closer to mine, I don’t pull away. In fact, I think I’m moving closer to him, too.

  The girls moan in tandem, touching us and each other. The feel of a mouth sliding down my cock makes me grunt, my eyelids drooping shut for a second. When they reopen, Damien is so close I can feel his breath on my lips, and he’s looking at them like he wants to do something… And I kind of want him to, which is really fucking
with my head.

  I should be grossed out, right? I shouldn’t want it…

  But when he closes the gap and touches his lips to mine, my cock throbs, a moan escaping me.

  I can’t move at all. I’m just frozen in time, wondering how the fuck we wound up here.

  It was all fun and games before, but now my best friend is kissing me, and I don’t know what to think. Except that maybe I don’t want to think, because it feels really good. Confusing as fuck, but…

  His lips are so soft.

  I’m burning.

  “Give up the fight, Laz,” he whispers on my mouth, grasping at my jaw with strong fingers.

  And because I always do what Damien says, I relax, and I kiss him back. Just a little.

  Just to see…

  His mouth is warm and wet, and he kisses so different than the girls. His stubble chafes mine when he gets going, and my cock is leaking because I think I like it.

  Fuck, I like it. A lot.

  Everything feels especially fucking great right now.

  Making the choice to bite his fat bottom lip, he shudders, so I do it again and this time I shudder. Then our tongues touch and we taste each other, and I don’t understand what in the holy fuck we’re doing but Jesus it feels like heaven on fucking earth.

  It’s the drugs. It has to be the drugs.

  I’m vaguely aware that Lia is sucking Day’s dick, and Kelsey is sucking mine, alternating between both of them sucking his, or mine, at the same time. We’re all the fuck over each other, and I’m so fucking high on what we’re doing, I’m not even sure it has anything to do with the drugs.

  I want this to last. I want this feeling to keep coming.

  Damien tugs at my hair while I touch his chest and we try to get closer, practically swallowing each other up like desperate, needy fucking animals. I can hear Lia and Kelsey doing something, moaning and purring out these little mewls that drive me fucking crazy, mixed with the sounds of my best friend panting in my mouth.

  “God… fuck…” he grunts and grabs my ass. Fuck, I almost come just from that.

  “Day,” I gasp, shaking because I’m turned on beyond belief. I don’t know what we’re doing, or what’s going to happen, my body trembling out of nerves and arousal.

  “Touch me,” he breathes, playfully nipping my lip. “Fuck, I want to touch you.”

  We finally force ourselves apart long enough to witness Lia and Kelsey doing some very scandalous things. Kelsey sucks on Lia’s tits, jerking me off at the same time, and I think Lia’s hand is between Kelsey’s thighs.

  Jesus, what is happening in this bed?? This is like a full-on orgy right now.

  When I feel another hand grab my dick, I realize Damien is now stroking me with Kelsey, and it’s too much. I groan as my face wedges into the crook of his neck and I suck just a little. This is so jacked up, but it feels divine.

  So I wrap my hand around his long cock and I tug on it like I would do to my own. Like he’s doing to mine…

  “That feels so good,” he whispers, as if he only wants me to hear him. “God damn, Lazarus. Fuck yes…”

  I let out a soft sound, dizzy and seeing stars. Opening my eyes, I watch my hand stroking my best friend’s cock, hard and thick, veins in my palm. His skin is smooth and tight, and he has a fat head with some glistening liquid dripping out. I swirl my thumb over it and he whimpers for me.

  I wonder how it would taste…

  As if reading my mind, Lia wraps her lips around the head of Damien’s dick and starts sucking while I jerk up to where her mouth is. Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment we’re sharing one thought; one desire.

  Let’s make him feel good.

  I continue to watch with mischievous eyes as I jerk Day’s dick into Lia’s mouth, while him and Kelsey jerk me off together. The sounds coming out of my best friend are for my ears only as he whispers directly to me, and I don’t know why, but I like it this way.

  “Keep going. Harder. Make me come. Please, Lazarus, I need you to make me… come.”

  He licks my pulse then sucks my ear, and I really think I might erupt any minute, when Kelsey hoovers my cock between her lips, slurping and sucking me so good, my eyes roll back in my skull. It doesn’t stop Damien and me from writhing all over each other, bodies grinding, exploring curves and sinews of muscle with curious fingers, while I stroke him into his girlfriend’s mouth.

  Lia and Kelsey are fingering each other. It’s like porn before my eyes, blazing a fire inside my loins almost as much as my best friend’s soft lips and hushed words on the sensitive skin of my neck. Lia’s moans speed up, and Day grabs at her tits, massaging them, flicking her nipples until she comes. I can tell because she’s panting and squealing so.

  I gaze on in awe as she orgasms on my date’s fingers, and when I look up, Damien grabs my face and kisses my lips feverishly. I kiss him back, letting him bite me while I stroke him harder and harder until he grunts.

  “I’m fucking coming, baby.” I don’t know who he’s talking to but my heart lurches while he touches my chest and my abs, throbbing in my fist as he comes into Lia’s mouth.

  She swallows most of it, but some spills onto my hand and I groan in his mouth because I like it so so much, it makes my lungs tight.

  My head is off my body, floating in outer space, my brain spinning and spinning. We’re all hot and sweaty, limbs tangled, hair being pulled, moans and gasps filling the room.

  I’m so close to coming in Kelsey’s mouth that I barely even notice when she moves a wet finger up to my rim and starts tracing it.

  I don’t have time to process what she’s doing before she’s stuffing it inside me, as deep as she can. I’m about to protest when a lightning rod strikes through my loins and I come so fucking hard I’m almost crying.

  “Fuuuuuck…” My hoarse voice scrapes from my throat while cock pulses out streams of cum into the back of her throat. Damien pulls my hair and sucks my bottom lip, keeping the euphoria going for minutes on end, like a meteor shower crashing all around me.

  By the time Kelsey gets off with someone’s fingers or something inside her, I have no idea where I am anymore, practically comatose.

  We all pass out curled up on top of one another, petting and breathing for hours until the high begins to fade.

  It’s light out, and snow is caked to the outside of Damien’s bedroom window when I get up and get dressed, creeping to my own bedroom. Shortly after, Kelsey comes in and kisses me goodbye before she leaves.

  And not a single word is uttered about this, by any of us…

  A memory we’ll bring to a grave.

  Chapter Thirty

  Traci

  “Why the hell are you still moping? You’re bumming everyone out.”

  I peer at Merci, and she gives me a pointed look.

  “The fact that we’re in this gross strip club should be what’s bumming them out,” I retort and she snickers, reaching over the bar to smack Viktor the bartender on the ass.

  He shoots daggers at her with his dark eyes, but she just grins. She’s totally into him, and it’s becoming dangerous. From what I understand, Vik is about as emotionally available as a pack of Parliaments, but Merci has hooked up with him a couple times and she’s smitten. Him, on the other hand, you’d have no idea what he’s feeling at any given moment. He’s a giant, tattooed Russian with crazy eyes and who grunts one-word answers to everything.

  That being said, I like him. It makes me feel safe to have huge guys like him and Dante the bouncer watching out for us girls.

  It reminds me of my own massive, muscular tattooed protector… The one who’s twenty-two years older than me, and who ran out of my apartment the other night like a spooked horse.

  I know I was pushing a little too hard with Lazarus, especially since I told him we didn’t have to do anything if he came over. But I just can’t help myself with him.

  When he’s near me, looking so fucking fine and smelling like the most delicious hunk of man on the planet, it�
�s impossible to control my need for him. And he told me about his past then spooned me on the couch watching TV… It was a perfect night.

  And then he ran away.

  I sigh and kick the barstool with my skyscraper heel. Lazarus and I will never get past him being my dad’s best friend. I’m beginning to think I’m some kind of masochist, falling for someone so unattainable and then continuing to chase him for years. But in my defense, he’s been chasing me a little, too.

  “Oh, fuck…” Merci grumbles, distracting me from my inner turmoil. “Kurt’s back from his conference call.” She taps her nostril and we both laugh.

  “God dammit. He’s going to make me go into the Champagne Room tonight, I just know it.” I bite my lip in unease.

  It’s pure coincidence that I’ve been able to avoid going into the back with anyone other than Lazarus since I’ve worked here. I usually make sure to take up as much time on the pole as possible, and then sprinkle in lap dances here and there, which I also hate. But at least it’s better than taking one of these creepy old farts into the Champagne Room and trying to act like they’re not repulsive.

  I’m starting to despise this job, especially since things have been going so great at Aton. I’ve been promoted to Beginner’s Vinyasa Instructor, but unfortunately there are only three beginner classes a week, and I make less than half of what I make in one weekend at Boom Boom.

  I’m not an idiot. I know I could ask my dad for money so I could just work at Aton and say sayonara to Kurt and all his chauvinistic comments. But I refuse to crawl back to Bayshore with my tail between my legs.

  I’m doing this on my own. Plus, if I just work here for a few more weeks, I can save up enough to quit and coast by on my Aton paychecks, until I can pick up more shifts there.

  “Well, at least you’re next up on stage,” Merci huffs, twirling a strand of purple hair around her finger. Then she leans over the bar again. “Hey, Vik. Wanna pay for a dance?”

  “Why would I pay for something I see for free?” That Russian accent makes me cringe. Jeez, what an asshole.