Destructive Us: A Luxe Novel: 3

by H. Q. Frost

  and he'd be able to without someone questioning it.

  "Lily, will you dance with me?" Ed asks and I let out a visible and audible sigh.

  "I'm tired, Ed. I've danced with too many of your friends that just want to grope me. I'm not working tonight. These men aren't paying. I'm tired." I look him in the eyes with another sigh.

  "Isn't that what you like, Lily?" He takes a step back. Here's the Ed I'm used to. The asshole I have a love hate relationship with. "Men other than your husband touching you?" He's got that grin that disgusts me but is expected from

  him.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Where's you're boyfriend tonight?" He glances around like he's really looking.

  I'm about to go off, about to put him in his place but I stop.

  I slowly smile at him a bit sinisterly. "Are you jealous, Ed?" This catches him off guard and if I could I'd high-five myself.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Are you jealous you don't have two women that grovel at your feet? You have a girlfriend who loves you for your money and an ex-wife who only wants you for sex. Don't even." I pause to let out an annoyed chuckle. "Tell me that you're not doing exactly what I am. The only difference? Both these men love me and would do anything for me. You're girlfriend will do anything for money and your ex will do anything for the cock—"

  "That's Ian's mother," he barks at me.

  "She's told me." I roll my eyes. "She's not too proud to admit you're only

  a piece of ass to her. How does that feel, Ed? To only be used for sex? To know deep down she loathes you but, to her, you're good in bed. You don't find it odd that she'll only see you when you're naked?"

  "I get what I need from her too," he stammers.

  "Because you can't get it from your girlfriend.

  Oh, this is rich. I never really put it together. You see, Ed." I lean in closer to him. I don't care if someone hears me belittling him, but this next part involves names. "I fuck Ian, he fucks me so good. I fuck Justin, he fucks just as well. When we're all together." I slip my tongue over my upper lip. This thought is turning me on. It's a complete lie but god it'd be great. "It's the closest thing to heaven, or in your case, I'm sure you'd prefer hell."

  He's bewildered and I'm loving it. I don't know if it's I just told him I have sex with his son and another man at the same time or if he really is just jealous.

  He's stumped a minute but he finally retorts. "And what

  makes you think they're not just using you?" He's got this grin

  like he thinks he's figured us out.

  "Everything they do for me. Don't fuck with me, Ed, you will always lose. Go back to groveling like you did when I walked in. It suits you better."

  Someone had called my name prior to me handing him his ass so I turn in their direction and see Tanya. I head her way.

  It's been a long night and it's not even midnight.

  The Luxe girls began to crowd around Lilith, prepping for the countdown.

  "Ian!" A man stopped him before he could make his way to the girls. "I heard about Karen. I'm so sorry." He placed a firm hand on Ian's arm.

  That was the last thing Ian wanted to think about. "Thank you." He patted his shoulder, attempting to walk away.

  "How you holding up? Things okay? I heard you had split up right before then."

  Ian stared at him knowing the man was drunk but he still couldn't believe the topic was brought up, especially then, two minutes before midnight.

  "Good." Making it clear he was no longer going to have the conversation, he walked away.

  Not wanting to think about his dead ex he took in a deep breath before approaching the girls. With all the excitement and chaos with Lilith over the holidays he'd managed to keep it from his thoughts.

  "One minute until the new year." The DJ came over the microphone. "Find your love for the night and head over to the main window where the Luxe New Year ball is waiting to bring in another perfect year with beautiful women and great company."

  Noticing Ian and Lilith locked in an intense gaze, Ashley pulled Lilith's attention away, knowing someone else would notice, and she didn't want it to be Tomo.

  "Five…four…three…two…one!" The crowd bellowed and the ball dropped.

  Horns, clackers, and popping cork tops filled the room.

  Fireworks in the distance lit the sky.

  Ian knew the only way he'd be able to kiss Lilith would be if he kissed a few of the other girls, which wasn't odd for New Year's celebration, but the only lips he wanted to feel was hers. Lilith and Ashley kissed first before Ashley moved for Tomo. Lilith and Ian made their rounds through the Luxe girls before they finally got to each other. He reached out putting his hand to her side but they kept their distance. They leaned in, trying not to linger their connected lips but it was hard when their mouths molded together perfectly. The minute they pulled away Ian's gaze went behind Lilith as she focused on her ringing cellphone.

  With a smile she quickly answered, putting her finger to her ear so she could hear. "B?"

  A hand touched her side from behind and she spun around, ready to push whoever it was back but it was Justin. He smiled at her and hung up his phone. She threw her arms around his neck.

  "Happy new year, gorgeous. God, you're the best thing to happen to me," he whispered in her ear while she tightly squeezed him.

  She pulled back just enough she could push her lips to his, and that, everyone saw. The Luxe girls, Tomo, Ashley…Ian, saw Lilith kissing her boyfriend at just a minute past midnight. When Lilith pulled away she couldn't stop smiling and wouldn't let him go.

  "You came," she finally cooed, pushing her forehead to his.

  "I was a dick, princess. I'm sorry," he quietly admitted.

  The unwanted feeling of guilt had him slightly stepping back from her. He felt bad for Ian, he shouldn't have, but he did. He saw the kiss they exchanged, it was similar to the one Ian gave the girl standing next to him.

  "El, you look beautiful. You always do but you make this dress look amazing."

  She grinned at him; Ian had said something similar.

  "Look at you with your fitted pants." She chuckled

  pulling on his pant leg.

  "Probably showing the bulge I have from looking at

  you, so you shouldn't move." He grinned, keeping his hands to her hips.

  Ashley stepped in, separating them and he hugged her. Lilith took a few steps back into Ian's waiting hand that he placed on her back.

  "Happy?" he quietly asked her with a smile.

  "Did you know?" She grinned up at him.

  "No. I had a feeling though." His attention stayed on Justin while his hand remained against the bare flesh of her back.

  "Jacks," Justin finally said with a nod when Tomo stepped away.

  "Happy new year, man. Here's to a better year." Ian began passing around champagne flutes that a waitress approached with. "No more near death experiences." The flute raised in Justin's direction. "A greatly anticipated wedding." He smiled at Ashley and Tomo. "And to my girls." He glanced around then looked at Lilith and corrected himself, "Our girls."

  The girls bombarded him with a group hug that Lilith stepped away from with a chuckle. She felt Justin's hand graze her back and the chill she got was similar to the one Ian's touch had just given her. It was amazing how the hands of one, or two, men felt so amazing but the hands of strangers infuriated her.

  "You're so beautiful," he whispered kissing her shoulder while pulling her closer.

  Lilith leaned into him with an untamable smile as she watched the Luxe

  girls bury Ian.

  When Ian stayed to shut down the party, Lilith went home with Justin with the promise to Ian she'd be returning home early.

  LILITH can spare a kiss

  I feel guilty that I'm not with Ian. At the moment though, there is nowhere else I want to be than pinned between Justin and his front door. It'll be the first time we've had sex after the accident and I'm somehow feeling nervous.
My heart is beating a mile a minute like I'm doing something taboo. I like this feeling though, the feeling that I really might be the sexiest thing he's seen and touched.

  He's so hard that his cock jabbing into my hip hurts a little. I can feel his pulse racing and pounding almost as hard as mine. The fact I'm tipsy and he's probably drunk also helps this carnal first kiss feeling.

  I slide my hand down his stomach to his tight pants. God, these pants are sexy. He never wears pants this fitted but it's one of the best things I've ever seen. As a rub the palm of my hand down his erection he groans deeply into my mouth. This alone pushes me to the brink of an orgasm just from rubbing against him. I stop kissing him and let out a whimper, tightly closing my eyes. I don't want the feeling to stop.

  "What?" He pulls away but I quickly yank him back to me, trying to kiss him again. "El." He sounds worried like he hurt me. "What'd I do?"

  "Nothing bad," I breathe.

  "I hurt you?" He pulls away again. He's doing too much worrying and not enough kissing.

  I put my hand to the back of his neck then grab his left hand, sliding it into the high slit of my dress and guide him to the mess between my thighs. He makes this noise of surprise and maybe impressiveness. I think he might be more impressed with himself that he's done this to me though.

  "Uh-huh," I breathe into his mouth.

  His kiss has turned more needy and he's slowly rubbing between my legs. God, I just want him in me but I don't want this to end.

  "You look so good tonight," I manage to say in

  between kissing him.

  "No one cares," he breathes, pushing his mouth harder against mine. "I shouldn't even be seen standing next to a woman like you." He pulls away to look at me only briefly then his mouth is on mine again.

  "God, Justin," I moan. "I want you so bad." I just

  want a finger inside, something. "Please," I beg trying to push his hand to finger me.

  He knows what he's doing. He's teasing me and I'm only getting wetter and growing more agitated I can't have him.

  "I want to taste you." He's kissing down my neck.

  "I want to fuck you," I whine and he lets out a small laugh as he's kissing down to my breast. "Please, B, please fuck me."

  He slides the tip of his finger in and I inhale sharply, holding my breath but he pulls it back out.

  "Justin!" I whine loudly and he laughs as he bites and kisses the bulge of my breasts. "I can't take it." I close my eyes, leaning my head against the door.

  If I clear my head I can come just from this little bit of contact with my clit. As I think I'm about to start the buildup, he stops. I let out a whimper and stomp my foot. I'm throwing a fit but I need it so bad. I feel like I'm going to explode! When I open my eyes he's grinning, looking me over. He loves doing this to me.

  "Touch me, B," I beg, sliding my hand into the slit of my dress.

  As I rub myself I close my eyes and the second my mouth opens because I'm about to start the build up again, he stops me. He pulls my hand from between my legs and pushes my finger into his mouth, sucking then biting the pad.

  "I need to come." I'm almost panting and I'm not amused like he is.

  He takes my hand and pulls me to his bedroom. He's still fully dressed and his shoes are still on as he

  slides to the middle of his bed watching me.

  "Take your dress off."

  I want to, so bad. "I can't." If I take it off I can't get it back on alone. Ashley had to help me with this beautiful, yet ridiculous, gown.

  "Take it off." His harsh demanding tone is making my pussy throb.

  "I can't," I whine at him, squeezing my legs.

  "I want to see every inch of your body." He's talking

  very slowly, very threateningly like if I don't, there will be hell. "Take the fucking dress off."

  "Justin. I can't put it back on if I take it off. Look at it." I lift my arms and spin in a circle so he can observe how precise you have to be when putting it on or all the wrong

  things will hang out.

  "I have looked at it. I've looked at it all fucking night and I've wanted to see you out of it all fucking night." His blue eyes are dark and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. This angry look would be threatening in a different situation, but right now it's only making my need more intense.

  We're in a stare down, his glare daunting mine lascivious. I can feel my pulse between my legs and all it would take is for him to put a finger on me and I'd probably come.

  "Turn around."

  I comply immediately and hear him shift on the bed.

  When I try to look over my shoulder, he snaps in a deep tone, "Around, El!"

  My nipples are taught and hard as pebbles, my pussy is throbbing and dripping wet. One touch, a little touch, maybe even if I felt him close I could probably gush and scream like he'd been pounding me for an hour.

  "Turn around," he says again in that tone.

  God, that tone. I'm shaking and my legs could give out any minute.

  "Close your eyes."

  I'm anticipating his touch but he's not moved from the bed; I would have heard it.

  "El." His voice is softer now and this tone is just as sexy.

  I open my eyes and he's holding his cellphone.

  "What were you doing?" I cock my eyebrow.

  "Come here, ZP."

  I move, quickly, too quickly.

  "Stop," he says and I freeze, standing at the foot of the bed. "Crawl to me, El." That tone is back.

  Crawling in this dress is not going to happen. I look

  down at my painted on dress then back at him.

  "Take the dress off." Now the soft tone.

  "I have to go home, B. You want me to get in a cab naked?" I narrow my eyes.

  "I'll give you a coat."

  "B!" I laugh.

  "Crawl to me, El."

  I can see his erection in those pants. He's got to want this as bad as I do. Maybe not as bad.

  I glance left and remember I have clothes here.

  "Take off my dress."

  His eyes narrow. I can play his game but god I don't want him to stop and once he gets my dress off I'll do whatever he tells me.

  He gets to his knees. "Turn around, El."

  I turn around and push my ass out a little. It takes him a minute but he's at the end of the bed and he unzips the dress, but I notice he won't touch me. It's so frustrating! I just want to feel his flesh on my flesh even if it is only a knuckle.

  That part is unzipped but now I need to remove the body tape Ashley put on to hold the dress up. This tape is strong and could potentially hurt while pulling it off my skin.

  My back is to him but he's so close I can feel his breath on my flesh and he knows this.

  "B," I whisper, begging for a touch.

  "Take the dress off, El," he quietly says so I feel his warm breath down

  my neck, over my shoulder.

  I slide my hands into my dress, carefully pushing the tape and fabric from my body. The tape pulls from my skin but it causes the best sort of pain that I moan. I feel his breath a little heavier on my back and shimmy so the dress will free its self and slide down. It heavily hits the floor and I hear him exhale shakily but I keep my back to him.

  "Turn around, princess."

  I turn around and he's aiming his cellphone at me. He's taping me!

  "B!" I cover my breasts.

  "Stop." He reaches out, pushing my arms down.

  "It's just me."

  "B." I cross my arms, rolling my eyes.

  "No one will see it."

  I'm pouting and won't look at him.

  "Zombie Princess." He lets out a laugh but he's still recording.

  "Let me record you." I look at him.

  "Okay." He hands the phone to me.

  A smile spreads my lips and I aim the phone at him. "Undress, B." I keep the camera on his face but my eyes are fixed on the bulge in these amazing pants. "Undress, B," I say again and reach out, unbuttoning his vest.
He slides it to the bed. "Shirt."

  He snatches the phone from my hand and aims it back at me. "Take off my shirt, El."

  At least this lets me touch him. When I get his shirt open I run my hand down his chest to his stomach but he pulls back and lifts his casted arm so I'll help him. He's still recording me and I'm stark naked allowing him. I hope he deletes this.

  "Pants." I look down unbuttoning then unzipping his pants. When I go to push them down he stops me. "Turn around."

  I look at him skeptically but do what he says.

  "Bend over."

  "Justin," I huff and look at him over my shoulder.

  "Bend over." That tone, god, I have to squeeze my legs together.

  I slowly bend, sliding my hands down my legs to my ankles and wiggle a little. He lets out a laugh and I hear him get off the bed. His tongue slides from my clit to my ass and I let out a needy moan.

  "Oh god, B," I moan. "Fuck me please," I'm whining again.

  "You're so wet."

  "I want you!" I whimper. "Please!"

  He licks again and I stand up straight and turn around to see he's grinning then lets out a laugh.

  "Justin."

  He aims the cellphone from my face slowly to my feet.

  "What are you going to do with this video?" I fold my arms and he laughs, looking at me like it was a stupid question. "You have to delete it."

  "No I don't, and I'm not." He turns and props the phone on the nightstand, aiming it toward the bed. "Crawl to me, El." Laying back, he watches me down his shirtless chest and sees my eyes go to his stitches. "El." He says my name loudly, pushing his pants down, knowing this will distract me from the possible pain I might cause his incision. "Crawl to me, ZP, nice and slow."

  I can't take my eyes from his cock begging to get out of his boxer briefs. Knowing what I want, he pulls himself out and I want to pounce.

  "This what you want?"

  "Yes." I try not to whimper but that's what it comes out as, a breathy whimper.

  "Crawl to it." He sits up a little more. "Slower."

  It's so hard but I give him what he wants. I'm so close now and I reach out clutching the waist of his boxer briefs. As I pull down I drag my nails over his flesh and smile at the reaction I get.