by Abigail Cole
“What’s the special occasion?” I ask, swallowing loudly. Whatever is going on here, I was in from the second I set eyes on them. Both pairs of eyes drift to my exposed thighs, goose bumps lining my skin in anticipation. Garrett’s too busy licking his lips at me in that sexy practised-in-the-mirror kinda way to respond, so Axel takes the lead.
“We have a surprise for you. Meet us downstairs when you’re dressed.” Flicking my eyes between the two, I am desperate to know what they have planned but I can already see they won’t tell me. I rise from the bed, Garrett stepping towards me on instinct but Axel pulls him back towards the door, whining like a dog the entire way.
I turn towards my walk-in closet as soon as the door clicks closed, excitement filling me. Standing in the centre, I stare at my clothes wishing I’d asked for a dress code. Or a time limit, for that matter. It’s mid-afternoon so I can’t see many places matching their smart attire being open, but just to have somewhere to go is enough. They can take me to Subway in my fanciest dress for all I care. Channelling my inner-Meg, since I’m useless with selecting outfits for myself, I lift multiple hangers from the rail before changing my mind and putting them back.
Settling on a knee-length bodycon dress, I pull the t-shirt over my head and replace my underwear for something a little more satin and much more revealing. You know, just in case. Slipping into the hunter green dress with intricate black beading swirling in patterns up each side to accentuate my curves, the colour causes my mind to shift to Wyatt. Where is he, and when is he eventually going to come home? We have so much to talk about and the longer he avoids me, the bigger the chasm between us seems to grow.
Emerging from my wardrobe, I sit down at my vanity and take the time to apply makeup for the first time since we all went to Sinergy. That night feels like a lifetime ago now and so much has changed, barely any of it for the best. Not one for contouring, I apply a mineral powder to my face and work carefully on a smoky eye like Meg would have done on me, before adding mascara to complete the look. Using a dusty pink colour on my lips, I brush out my long hair and finish with a light sprinkling of hairspray. Pushing my feet into skinny, black heels, thankful I was bored enough to shave my legs this morning, I walk from my room and head for the staircase.
Glancing over the banister, I can only see Axel below, waiting for me patiently. Gliding down the curved staircase with as much grace as I can muster in these neck-breaking heels, Axel extends his hand to help me down the last step.
“Wow,” he breathes, raising his eyebrows as he looks me up and down. Pulling me into his body, he gently tucks my hair behind my left ear and bends to place a kiss on my neck. “You look beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. Stepping back, Axel keeps a hold of my hand as he guides me into the corridor. I start to pause at the elevator doors, expecting us to head for the underground garage but he continues to pull me along with a smirk.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer except for the grin spreading across his face. His shaved head sharpens his cheekbones and jaw line, making him the ideal sitter for a portrait with his clear-cut angles and sparkling amber eyes. Bringing me to a halt outside the studio door, a thumping of heavy bass vibrating under the door, he rasps his knuckles against the wood and clutches my hand a little tighter. From the stiffness to his shoulders, I’d say he’s nervous.
The door opens inward to reveal Dax in a similar fitted navy shirt and suit trousers. The smart outfit on his body is a complete contrast to the wildness of his huge afro, and I wouldn’t have him any other way. His piercing blue eyes trail my body in a similar way Axel’s did, his cheeky smile growing even further. Stepping out of the way for us to pass, it’s then I see the room beyond.
My dance studio has been converted into a full-on night club. Black fabric panels cover the mirror wall and window at the far end, flashing neon lights trailing the edges of the wooden floor. The central light socket has been replaced with a disco ball, reflecting the multicoloured stroke lights being projected from a pop-up DJ stall in the corner. Garrett has taken pride of place behind the booth, my name on an LED screen rolling across the front on repeat. A table draped in black along the right side holds the entire house’s stock of alcohol by the looks of it and white beanbags have been placed around the dance floor.
“How... did you guys do all of this?” I ask over the music, walking further inside so Dax can shut the door, concealing the glare of daylight.
“We snuck in a crew to assemble their equipment, but it was all my idea.” Garrett’s voice booms through a microphone he’s holding to his mouth. A chunky headset covers his ears so he must have guessed what my initial question should be. Returning to fiddling with switches, his brown hair flops back and forth as his head nods to the beat. Axel strides towards the drinks table and pours a round of four shots, clearly ready to kick this party into gear. Catching Dax’s eye, I mouth “Huxley?” His eyes soften as he glances to the ground and shakes his head a little. Axel hands us each a strangely green shot and carries the other over the Garrett, us following behind. Holding his shot glass in the centre, Garrett shouts into the microphone despite us standing right in front of him.
“To making Avery smile,” he winks at me as we all clink glasses and down our first shot of many. Setting both of our glasses onto the booth, I reach deep into my cleavage, much to everyone’s excitement and produce my phone. Flicking the camera to selfie mode, I twist so Garrett is in the background in his DJ get up and pull Axel back from walking away. Locking my arm around his, he grins sheepishly at the screen whilst Dax shifts in beside me. His rounded afro blocks Garrett from view, who leans over to knock him out of the way. Once everyone’s in the frame, I slip my hand south to grab Axel’s junk so a huge smile spreads across him face as I snap the shot.
Giggling to myself, I plant my phone down on the booth and turn towards the dancefloor. Slipping his hand into mine, Dax leads me into the centre of the room as Calvin Harris’ ‘We Found Love’ starts to blast through the speakers. Pulling me into the cage of his body and wrapping his arms around my shoulders, I can’t hide the smile he draws from me so easily. Placing my hands on his firm chest and looking up, the coloured patterns passing over his face lure me into our own moment, away from the rest of the world.
Hands find the dents of my waist from behind, Axel’s fingers trailing over the bead work on my sides. Dax pulls away, clearly not one for sharing, my hand stretching after him as he turns away. My pout is quickly retracted when he returns a second later with a bottle of champagne in one hand and rosé in the other. Opting for the wine, I raise the bottle to my lips to take a long swig whilst Axel grinds against me.
The mix of alcohol and flashing lights start to affect my rational thinking, giving myself into the beat of the music and escape the guys have provided me with. Before long, my hair is sticking to the back of my neck and my shoes have disappeared, although I can’t remember removing them. Garrett has fabricated in front of me, his shirt unbuttoned as he too lets the rhythm take over. Lost in his own world, I catch a glimpse of the Garrett I saw when he first kissed me – no acting or playing up to his audience. His body moves fluidly, his face relaxed and eyes closed, a bottle of rum gripped in his hand.
Axel walks over to me delicately holding another shot in his fingers with a smirk in place, magnified by the neon lights. I stop bouncing on my heels as he trails a finger up my throat and gently pushing my chin upwards, lifting the glass and pouring its contents into my open mouth. Licking my lips after swallowing, Axel bends his head to trail the same path with his own tongue. My dulled senses come to life, electricity humming through the air, so potent I swear I feel my hair starting to stand on end.
Needing to distance myself from this trio of hot and sweaty men, I signal for a timeout and edge away from the dance floor. Collapsing onto a beanbag, my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath around a fit of giggles. My head is woozy in the best kind of way as I watch the guys jump enthusiastically to a new beat. Axel
has loosened up more than I’ve ever seen him, his arms thrown around his best friend’s shoulders as they sing ‘I’m the real Slim Shady’ at the top of their lungs. A smile is glued to my face, my cheeks starting to ache from holding it in place. This is the first time I’ve seen the guys actually enjoy themselves the way I’d imagine they do regularly at college. I quickly reject the thought of them returning to Waversea and leaving me behind so I don’t ruin this moment right now. I need to cling onto the small slithers of happiness while I can, otherwise there’s nothing dragging through each day.
Two heavy weights chuck themselves onto bean bags around me, jarring me from my darkening thoughts. My grin is instantly back in place, thankful that right here and right now, this devilishly handsome bunch have gone through all this effort just to lift my spirits. Dax spreads his legs as he leans back comfortably, his knee knocking mine. Axel is over by the drinks table while Garrett’s eyes have zeroed in on me like laser beams. There’s no hint of smile on his face, the seriousness to his features reminding me of our threesome weeks ago, and the monster that lurks beneath his striking surface. Leaning closer to me, he places his palm on my ankle and slowly trails his hand up my calf, over my knee and beneath my dress.
“What are you doing?” I flinch, pushing his hand out and glancing over at Dax. His head has lolled back against the white fabric, his eyes closed in an alcohol induced coma. Smirking at me, Garrett tries again to slip his hand between my thighs, but I shake my head holding my dress firmly in place. Even if Dax has passed out and probably knows of my history with Garrett, I’m not going to have sex with another guy right beside him. For some reason, Dax’s opinion matters to me and I won’t compromise it. Sensing my hesitation, Garrett leans further across to whisper in my ear.
“My room, 5 minutes.” Rising from his seat, he lifts Dax into his arms and throws his bulky frame over his shoulder. Striding from the room as if he’s not carrying almost 200 pounds of muscle, he disappears though the doorway, leaving me with Axel. Glancing over, I jolt to find his cat-like eyes focused intently on me, glowing with passion that makes me clench my thighs together. Sauntering over at a casual pace, my eyes drawn to the shift of his powerful thighs through the tight material of his slacks, I swallow loudly to my own ears. Holding out his hand, I don’t hesitate to accept and allow him to pull me to my feet.
Garrett
Slipping from Dax’s room after throwing his body onto the bed, my blood is raging at a fever level with need to share Avery with Axel again. Fisting my hands at my sides, I try to keep my legs from running down the hall. Knocking my bedroom door open hard enough for it to bang loudly against the wall, I find the pair waiting on my bed patiently. Axel’s fingers are fiddling with Avery’s hair, her chest lifting and falling with anticipation.
As I enter and slam the door closed, the two of them stand together and wait for my instruction. Their actions have my dominant side roaring to life, a voice in my head screaming to bend and break them both until they’ve felt the true extent of the pleasure I can gift them through pain. But I can never fully let myself loose like that, and by the warning in Axel’s eyes, he knows I was briefly considering it. The part of me that knows Avery can’t handle the real me is chased away by the fact she’s here for a second round, knowing what she’s letting herself in for.
“Undress her,” I order, forcing my back to press against the wall. Axel takes his time, giving me a show as he draws a path up her legs with his fingers. Reaching the edge of her dress, he eases it upwards, revealing her creamy skin bit by bit until the green material is pushed over her head. The black ink of her tattoos blend into the black satin bra, lace tracing her full breasts and the curve of her hips before tilting over the apex of her thighs.
Not one to wait for my next command, Avery takes her turn, unbuttoning Axel’s lilac shirt painfully slowly and rising onto tiptoes to push it over his shoulders. Flicking open the clasp of his belt buckle, she smoothly pulls it free from his trousers and turns to face me. Threading the tail into the buckle, I watch in fascination as she pulls the loop smaller and repeatedly winds the leather back on itself. Pushing her hands into each hoop she’s managed to create, Avery takes the loose end of the belt in between her teeth and pulls securely. The strap tightens around her wrists in makeshift handcuffs and my dick bulges painfully behind my zipper.
Lunging forward on instinct, needing to act on the way she’s just sacrificed herself to me, Axel quickly steps in to block my way. Clasping the back of my head, he drags me in to kiss him first so I can vent some of my pent-up frustration on him first. The beast inside is clawing to burst free and sink my teeth and dick into Avery simultaneously, despite the tiny voice in my mind telling me to savour it, worship her. Smashing my lips against Axel’s, sure there will be bruises left, I push my clenched fists against his exposed abs as his nails deepen into my nape.
A small figure pushes her way between us, signalling she doesn’t need Axel to defend her - although in this moment, I’m glad he did. Axel and I take what we need from each other, our fractured parts binding together to form one, albeit deformed, complete soul. We know each others needs and limits, whereas Avery is fresh meat walking towards her own slaughter. Breaking our kiss, I glance down into the blue eyes separating us and send a brief, silent prayer she’s ready for this because there is no going back for me now.
Dipping low, I lift her arms over my head with her restricted hands stuck behind me and grip her thighs as I stand. Trapped between the two of us, Axel’s hands help support her ass, kneading and massaging the perfectly rounded cheeks with more care than I could muster in my little finger in this moment. Nibbling at her neck and jaw, sure to leave a few marks along the way, I trail my mouth to her lips and push my tongue straight inside. She moans into my mouth, the intensity I’m feeling rocketing sky high as I grind her against Axel. Knowing she is sandwiched between two rock hard cocks and that Axel’s ripped body is on the other side does unknown things to me, a shudder rolling down my back deliciously.
Extracting my tongue from the twisted tangle around Avery’s, I push her into Axel and duck beneath her arms. Continuing to lean her back into him, Axel lowers himself down on the edge of the bed and plants Avery down into his lap. Yanking my shirt from my body, thankful the buttons were already undone or I would have torn them clean off, I hastily step out of my trousers and boxers. Axel’s hands have moved around to grip and tease Avery’s tits through the thin fabric of her bra, the tips of his fingers dipping beneath to graze her nipples. Fisting my dick in my right hand, I wait for the moment she gasps and arches her back to guide her mouth onto my purple helmet.
The first swirl of her tongue around my soft head has stars bursting behind my eye lids, making me need to tense my thighs to stop myself cumming already. It might be weeks until we get her to loosen her inhibitions again, so I need to enjoy this for as long as possible. Taking me deeper into her mouth, her bound hands grip my base and balls, massaging as she builds up momentum. My tip slides into the back of her throat on long, deep movements and I fist my hand into her blonde locks, trying not rip the strands from her scalp. Cracking an eyelid, I see Axel’s hand has dipped into her panties, circling her bud and biting on her neck.
Easing her mouth from my dick as carefully as I am able with my fingers digging into her underarms, I lift Avery to stand before me. Without any other choice since her arms are restricted, I rip the straps from her bra and watch it fall to the floor as she gasps. Her nipples are hard enough to cut glass as I take the first in my mouth, teasing it between my teeth and sucking painfully hard. Avery hisses and squirms, but doesn’t tell me to stop. I hear Axel finish undressing as I take the other nipple and repeat the same process, Avery arching her back to push her breast further into me. Once Axel reappears behind her, I stand back and spin her to face him.
The phoenix on her back stares up at me, its fiery wings reminding me of the hell this girl has risen from and I’ll be damned if I don’t show her how our pain c
an be used for so many better things than dragging us down. Slipping my thumbs into the sides of her panties, I slip them down her silky, smooth legs and throw them onto the bed. Gesturing with my chin to the bathroom, a small smile grows across Axel’s face and he leads her towards it. Dashing to my bedside table, I open the door and pull out the items I need before joining them.
Finding Avery’s tied hands wrapped around Axel’s dick as she pumps his length, I bite my lip and simply watch for a second. Axel pulls her in and kisses her without abandon, his fingers combing through her hair. Moving behind so my dick is nestled against her butt cheeks, I slide the blindfold over her head to cover her eyes. She jolts slightly so I push her hair over her left shoulder and talk directly into her ear while Axel is still kissing her.
“Let your senses guide you.” I breathe, licking and kissing her neck in a move unnaturally sensual for me. Copying my move from earlier, Axel slips her arms over his head and I help him to lift her, holding her directly over his thick girth. Waiting for her to squirm with need, we share a smile and lower her onto him until she is fully impaled. Avery screams in shock, her lack of sight enhancing her other senses. Axel slides out as I hold her firmly in place, slamming back in with a clap of their flesh meeting. Avery’s cries turn to moans as he repeats the move several times, her juices coating him as she adjusts to his length.