Storm

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “Sorry about that. Well, I’ll leave you to it.” I set her champagne glass on the table beside the tub and closed the door as I left. This was going to be the best night ever.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Jessica

  I couldn’t believe he had done all this for me. No one had ever put in the effort to make me feel special. I rarely got a decent meal on my dates, so this was a real treat for me. I pulled off my robe and hung it on the new hook on the door. Stepping over to the tub filled with bubbles, I couldn’t help but laugh at the amount of bubble bath he put in. I couldn’t even see where the water level was.

  I stepped over the side and sank my leg down in the water, then yelped and yanked my leg out when my skin was scalded by the boiling water. The door burst open and I spun around, slipping in the oily water on the floor. I fell hard on my hip and my foot hit the leg of the tub.

  “What happened?” Storm asked frantically, rushing over to help me up.

  “The water is boiling.”

  “What?” He stuck his hand in and yanked it back when he touched the water. “Well, I guess I fucked that up. Are you okay?”

  “Nothing a little ice won’t help.” He took my arm and helped me stand. My whole hip was hurting, but I did my best to conceal it. Storm swooped me up in his arms and carried me into the other room, laying me down on the bed. Rushing back to the bathroom, he gently dried me off.

  “There, that’s better.”

  He climbed up my body and pressed his lips to mine, his erection evident as it pressed against me. His hands were all over me, caressing and setting me on fire. He pulled back and smirked at me, reaching over to the table and picking up a black cloth. When he let one end drop, my eyes widened in anticipation.

  “What is that?”

  “You want to be seduced. I’m going to blindfold you so you can feel everything.”

  He tied it around my eyes, making sure that no light could come in. His fingertips trailed down my leg, tickling the inside of my thigh. My legs jerked when he skimmed over my clit. God, he was driving me crazy. But then his body shifted off mine and he was gone. I lifted my head, trying to hear or see something. I heard something settle on the nightstand beside me and something touched my lips.

  “Open.” His voice was low and deep, sending shivers down my spine. I did as he asked and opened my mouth. “Bite.”

  My teeth sank into a strawberry that was covered in whipped cream. I moaned and started to chew the fruit. His mouth crashed down on mine and his tongue searched out mine, shoving the strawberry further back into my throat. I started to choke, coughing on the strawberry that was now shoved down my windpipe.

  “Holy shit!” Storm picked me up and turned me away. Then he was jerking my body and the strawberry flew out of my mouth, hitting the wall. I gasped for air, choking on the scratch in my throat. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, still gasping for air. “I’m…fine.”

  He set me down on the bed and then draped himself across me. I groaned when his hip hit my bruised one. He rolled off me and examined my hip, spreading his large hand across my skin. “Shit. I swear, this is not me. This kind of stuff doesn’t normally happen.”

  “Maybe this is a sign. Maybe we’re not supposed to do this,” I said hesitantly.

  He stood and walked into the bathroom, grabbing the champagne out of the ice bucket. “Hell, I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that this is supposed to happen between us.”

  “Storm, most people don’t really have to work to make sex happen. Either it happens or it doesn’t.”

  He poured a glass of champagne for himself and then chugged it. He poured another glass and handed it to me. “I’ll admit, this is my worst. Even the first time I had sex wasn’t this bad,” he muttered.

  “And what was that like? Let me guess, you were an early bloomer and started having sex when you were fourteen.”

  “Actually, I was about seventeen. My friend, Mike, and I made a pact that we were gonna get laid before we graduated.”

  “How romantic for the girls you slept with.”

  “Hey, we were seventeen. Romance wasn’t on our minds. We were enlisting after graduation and there was no way either of us was going to let our first time be with some Asian hooker overseas.”

  “So, who was she?”

  He plopped down on the bed and poured some more champagne. “Her name was Peggy Sue.”

  I snorted and then started laughing. “Like the song?”

  “Yep. I think that was the reason she slept with me. Everyone always made fun of her and I think she was just as desperate as me.”

  “So, were you the awkward kid?”

  He shrugged. “Not really. It was always just me and Mikey. We didn’t really fit into any group in school. In fact, I’m pretty sure we ignored everyone else. So, when I took Peggy Sue to bed, it was, well, it wasn’t as awkward as this. What about you?”

  “I was twenty-two.”

  “What?” he practically shouted. “How is that possible? Have you seen yourself? You look like Jessica Rabbit.”

  “I do not.”

  “Jess, you’re fucking hot. I mean, you’re basically every man’s fantasy.”

  “Then why are you having trouble fucking me?”

  “Good question. Maybe you’re too hot. Maybe my dick knows that it has to be just perfect with you or you’ll walk out of my life and leave me heartbroken.”

  “Your dick knows all that, huh?”

  “So, who was he? Do I need to go kick his ass?”

  My eyes trailed over his body and took in all the lines of his muscles and the way they flexed when he moved. He could definitely kick anyone’s ass that I had slept with. They were all puny in comparison. God, I just wanted to fuck this guy. My eyes met his and I shook my head, coming back to the present.

  “He was a year younger than me and he had asthma.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Storm shoved a pillow over his face and groaned. “Please tell me that he didn’t wear a bowtie.” I bit my lip and he started laughing. “Why? Why would you settle for a guy like that when you look like this?”

  “He was nice,” I protested. “He was very smart and he…had good teeth.”

  He started cracking up again and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “I’ve never heard a woman say that she wanted a man for his teeth.”

  “That’s not what I said!”

  “You’re right,” he chuckled. “You wanted him for his brains and his teeth. Apparently, the two go hand in hand.”

  “Well, he wasn’t nearly as bad as the second guy I slept with.”

  “Oh, please, let me guess.” He put his finger on his chin and looked up in thought. “He…wore suspenders. No! He had man boobs.”

  “Nope.” I smiled.

  “Wait, wait, wait. Give me a minute. I’ll figure it out.” His eyebrows scrunched up as he thought hard and then his eyes shot up to mine and he snapped his fingers repeatedly at me. “He had three testicles!”

  I burst out laughing, spilling my champagne in the process. “No, nothing like that. He had braces.”

  “Oh,” he said in disappointment. “That’s not nearly as entertaining as I was imagining.”

  “Oh, it gets better. I had braces too.”

  His eyes widened and he shook his head. “No. It’s not possible.”

  “It is.”

  “No, what are the chances that both ion you would have braces in college?”

  I shrugged. “I only had mine for a year, but his teeth were terrible.”

  “Wait, so you went from a guy that you liked for his teeth to a guy that horrible teeth?”

  “I know,” I said, covering my face. “But I was awkward.”

  “So what happened? Did you get stuck or something?” he laughed.

  “Yep. We were mid-liplock when his braces got hooked on mine.”

  “No,” he groaned, dropping his head onto the pillow.

  “Yep, and we were also in the middle of sex
.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Well, after trying to yank my face away from his for about a half hour, I finally told him to pull out. We awkwardly dressed and had to go knocking on dorm room doors until someone answered. After ten minutes of people laughing at us, someone finally helped us break apart.”

  “Did you see him after that?”

  “Are you kidding?” I laughed. “There were pictures all around the school of us. I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the time I was in school. Thank God, it was my senior year.”

  He drank the rest of his champagne and poured some more for me. I was already feeling a little too tipsy for my liking, but I figured that a night like ours called for lots of alcohol. About a half hour later, Storm was hauling up more alcohol for us and we were laughing hysterically about our failure to actually have sex.

  “I’m gonna fuck you,” he said suddenly.

  He grabbed onto my face, staring into my eyes. And then he attacked. His lips crashed into mine and his tongue plunged into my mouth. His hands went straight for my pussy, his fingers thrusting inside me. I could barely catch my breath as he ravaged me. I fumbled for his pants, praying I didn’t bring the zipper down on his dick and ruin this moment.

  I barely had his pants over his ass when he pushed inside me. His hot breath fanned across my face as he pounded into me. I clenched onto his back, pulling him closer to me and dug my feet into his ass to keep him inside me. He was huge and it was almost uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I needed him to make me come.

  He pulled away from me, lifting my ass up so he could hit me from a different angle. Then his hands were on the headboard and he was pumping into me so hard that my head bounced off the headboard. I could feel it building in him, ready to explode. His thumb touched my clit and I went off, clenching around him and squeezing him so tightly that he was laying on top of me just moments later, spilling himself inside me.

  I clapped him lightly on the back, still trying to regain my breath. “Good job.”

  “Yeah,” he laughed. “From now on we just go straight to fucking.”

  I passed out just a few minutes later, but awoke in the middle of the night, my stomach churning from the alcohol. I sprang from the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door just before I puked in the toilet. When I was done, I plopped down on the floor and rested my head against the door. I couldn’t lay down just yet. I woke up three more times to puke and just stayed in the bathroom, figuring it was less running around I would have to do.

  I woke up to the sound of something spraying. Looking around the bathroom, I was confused when I didn’t see anything. Pressing my ear to the door, I realized that the noise I was hearing was Storm pissing.

  “Storm, what are you doing?”

  “Peeing,” he answered.

  “Where are you peeing?”

  “In the bathroom.”

  I groaned and banged my head against the door. “No, you’re not. I’m in the bathroom.”

  “No, I’m peeing in the toilet.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  God, he was peeing all over in the other room and it didn’t sound like he was going to be stopping anytime soon. I opened the door and called for him again. He had the laundry basket open and he was pissing inside.

  “Storm, I’m in the bathroom. You’re in the bedroom.”

  He looked up at me, his eyes dazed and confused. “Oh, hey, my little rabbit.”

  He shook his penis and then staggered my way. “What are you doing?”

  “Coming to give you my carrot.” I groaned and slammed the door shut.

  He knocked on the door. “If I were a rabbit, I’d jump in your hole.”

  I shook my head, wondering how he was still lucid enough to say pick up lines, but couldn’t tell he was pissing in a laundry basket.

  “That’s a good one,” I said through the door.

  “I’m like a fireman, baby. I find them hot and leave them wet.”

  “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

  I pulled the door open and saw Tony standing behind Storm.

  “Hey! It’s Tacocheese!”

  “Who are you talking to?”

  “You, asshole.”

  Tony shook his head. “No, I walked in and you were talking to someone.”

  “Oh!” Storm said all long and drawn out. “I was talking to the rabbit. She’s in the door.”

  “You mean she’s in the bathroom.”

  “Yeah, I’m trying to get her to come out and sleep with me.”

  “Using those pickup lines?”

  I cracked the door a little more. “Tony, can you please hand me my robe?”

  He nodded and looked around the room, spotting it in the laundry basket. Just as he was reaching in, I remembered that Storm had just pissed in there.

  “Tony, wait!”

  “Dude, what the fuck? Why does it smell like piss in here?” He lifted the robe and sniffed. “Holy shit!” He dropped the robe and started wiping his hands on his clothes. “What the fuck? Why is there piss in there? And why the fuck are you naked?”

  I groaned and dropped my head against the door. This was the shittiest night ever.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Storm

  I rolled over in bed and squinted when I saw the bright light shining in. Holy fuck that was bright. I shoved a pillow over my head and kicked my feet out, trying to find a cool spot in the bed, but I met another foot. Feeling around, I came to the conclusion that it was a female foot, which was always a good thing. The problem was, I couldn’t remember who’s female foot it was.

  Shoving the pillow off my face, I saw Jessica lying in bed next to me. The problem was, I didn’t remember any of it. I shoved the pillow back on my face and moved to the other side to find more space, but stilled when I felt a foot. Prodding at the foot with mine, my eyes flew open under the pillow. I moved my foot across the bed and felt another foot. What the fuck. I slid my foot back to the other side and noticed this foot was a little more bony than the other foot. And hairy. Slowly, I slid my foot up to the leg and cringed when I touched a shitload of hair. What the hell happened last night?

  “Do you want to tell me why the fuck you’re rubbing my leg?” Tony’s voice reached me under the pillow and I jerked up, pushing myself to the other side of the bed.

  “Why the hell are you in bed with me?”

  “I think the better question is why were you rubbing my leg with your foot? I’m not in the mood.”

  He rubbed at his eyes, but I could only come up with the same question. I was too hungover to think of anything else. “No, the better question is why the fuck are you in bed with me?”

  “I’m not in bed with you.” He yawned and stretched out in my fucking bed.

  “Yes, you are. You’re laying in my bed. Without my permission. And I’m in here. With Jessica Rabbit.”

  “Well, if you hadn’t gotten so wasted last night, you would remember what happened,” he said, placing his arms behind his head and relaxing in my bed as if he belonged there.

  I covered my face with my hands and groaned. I really fucking hoped that I hadn’t done something last night that I would regret. But what other reason would he have for being in my bed? And he was just laying there, not even trying to move the fuck out.

  “So, okay, if you’re in bed with me, that means…” I looked to him to help me out, but he just stared at me. “Oh God!” I threw my head down on the bed and shook my head. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Please tell me that we didn’t…”

  “Best night of my life,” he grinned.

  “Oh, fuck. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

  I stumbled from the bed and ran to the bathroom. I wasn’t actually going to throw up, but I felt suffocated, like my whole fucking world was collapsing around me. I couldn’t fuck Jessica Rabbit, but I had done…something with TacoMan? But Jessica was in bed with me too. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought. Maybe we did a three way and Tony and I never
touched. Yeah, that had to be it. Because Tony wasn’t gay. Right?

  Panicking wouldn’t help. I had to get my head on straight and try and remember what happened. I walked over to the sink and splashed some water on my face. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and was surprised to see that the bed was empty. I quickly dressed and walked downstairs, determined to find out what happened last night.

  But when I walked into the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks. Chris, Ice, and Burg were all sitting at the kitchen table with Tony, Coop, and Jessica. Clearing my throat, I walked over to the counter, fully aware of their eyes on me, and poured some coffee. I was just taking a sip when it started.

  “So, heard you had quite the night last night,” Coop said. I spit out my coffee and quickly wiped the liquid from my chin. I heard a few chuckles and then Jessica slipped her arms around my waist.

  “You were magnificent last night. I had no idea you were so…adventurous.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed and groaned. “Was it…I mean…” I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

  “How’s your ass feel this morning?” Tony asked. I spun around with wide eyes and almost passed out. My head was killing me and now we were talking about this? In front of the guys? Fuck, this was bad.

  “I’ve been there, man.” Burg sighed and sipped his coffee. “Sucks to wake up next to a dude. Well, I didn’t wake up next to one, but I sure as fuck was close. It’s a shocker, am I right?”

  “You know?” I croaked out.

  “Ain’t no shame in it,” Chris drawled. “So, you like to have fun in bed. Hey, don’t we all?”

  The guys all fucking laughed and I got confused. “Wait, the three of you…”

  “What?” Ice barked “Hell fucking no. I’m not into that shit. I mean, I have fun with Lindsey, but no, I’ve never woken up with a guy in my bed.”

  “Hey, it was the best fucking night of sleep I’ve ever had,” Tony grinned. “Although, I could have done without him playing footsie with me this morning. Gotta say, I’m not really into that.”