TW mid sex
I know what slipping feels like, like when I was little 5 or 6 and I'd slip on a hill, or one icy sidewalk. I take a deep breath exhale my cig, and welcome the buzz and the fact that I don't have to think anymore, I'm down to my last cig and I just got the pack, I stay in the dark alley it's another night out I've only been here for 30 minutes or so and my mask is already slipping. It doesn't usually, it doesn't when random guys feel up on me, it doesn't when I watch them pour my drink at the party making sure they don't slip a molly or another drug in it, It doesn't when they ask me to try their supply of coke, or heroin, opiates, it doesn't when they get too rough, it never does.
But right now I'm slipping, my breath is ragged and stale. And I know I need something to take off the edge, so I down my cup and go to the front of the party, already drunk. I almost trip over my heels, and I try to look sexy when I approach the group, of the guys. "Hey," I say, eyeing them all not seeing so clearly thanks to the dark.
"2 dollars a hit?" I ask, they are smoking weed and it's exactly what I need, what I want to feel happy. I'm desperate and I'm sure it shows, I feel like Mare, lifeless begging for an escape. There are four guys though so I don't think they'll care plus I'm wearing something short. "Baby, with your fine ass you could get it for free," he says, and by proving his point he slaps my ass. I laugh it off, but his smile fades a bit, maybe he can tell I'm faking it, I don't care though, instead, I say something witty to mess with him "Oh yeah? then maybe your fine ass could fuck me for free," the other guy who hasn't even smiled at me, growled he doesn't seem happy maybe because his friend is offering free weed. But the other guys laugh and open the circle to me more.
And just like that, I'm in, and after a span of 5 minutes, He's already touching me, I did signal I know that, guys take sex jokes to heart I know that, but I'm disgusted, stepping away from him every so often, not telling him to stop though, I want the weed and I'm almost high enough to forget and that is the goal my tongue is looser and I say things that don't usually come out, like "personal space is a thing" he narrows his eyes at me, his friend the taller one who doesn't laugh at my jokes or smile at me actually he hasn't even said a word looks like he wants to punch him and so do I.
fuck, breathe you're fine, you do this all the time, I say over and over, his hands start to trail, and my breathing stops and then everything stops, just let it happen. I think I stand there waiting for him to continue but before he can like he wants, he's on the floor nursing his nose, and the taller guy is glaring down at him. I'm sure I've heard the crack of his nose breaking.
"what the fuck man?" but the taller guy doesn't speak, too him he speaks to me. "Leave angel" I tilt my head at him, "Zane?" I question, "Leave" he says, like it's final. I want to fight, but the words are lost on my tongue so I do, I don't want him to ask me questions or follow me, or get me to try to explain he doesn't have the right, he was the one who said it was just for a night I bolt inside, finding Liv soon after dragging her to the door we bump into a few people, which earns us glares but I have no time to say excuse us, or sorry.
We're almost to the door, and Liv keeps asking if I'm okay, and what's going on, but I'm not okay.
Angels aren't supposed to meet the devil...
I try to leave but arms wrap around me, "it's still early stay" Liv turns, probably not remembering she saw him a few days ago, she turns on her slut voice and makes a move she giggles, even though his arms aren't wrapped around her waist "He's right and cute" I gulp, and he devours me with his eyes tracking my every move, wanting to make me squirm, "talk to me at least" he says ignoring Liv completely
all the questions I wanna say, why? why did you hit your friend? why do you care? why are you stopping me? why. But instead, I say something that will get both of us off the edge "Will you fuck me" Liv blushes, and excuses herself to get a drink I could care less though, my eyes on his, but he doesn't answer he pulls my arm in a painful grip.
he leads me up the stairs, looking at me occasionally like he's making sure I'm real and still am there. But I'm not still there, maybe my body my soul left a long time ago, and I really need this, to feel...to forget.
he pulls me into the room, shuts the door, and locks it right after I hear the slam.
he turns, looking at me taking me in, he growls and I shiver "I like you scared"
I scoff, "I'm not scared," I say defying him, except I am, he smirks advancing towards me, I can't breathe, and I try to stay still, I try to hold my head up high, but at his height and intimidation, I take steps back as he enters my bubble, and lower my head afraid to meet his eyes. I gulp when I feel the wall, and I take a peek at him right in front of me, not letting up, or letting me breathe anything but him he smells like mint, spice, and weed. He puts his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my head, I stare into his black eyes. wondering how we got here. And why do I feel safe, he undresses me, ripping my top off dropping to his knees kissing my waist all the way up to my bra, he touches my skin with his soft lips while I run my fingers through his hair.
He stands picking me up I wrap my legs around him, and he slams me into the wall knocking down a picture frame, he slams me into it again rattling the dresser, he walks over to another wall, while my body is still wrapped and tangled into his, slamming me into another wall kissing me fiercely like he's been wanting to do this his whole life, he moves me into another wall and the dresser drawer falls out collapsing on the floor, my back red and aching.
he puts me on the bed and pulls off my skirt my knife in it's sheath still strapped to my thigh Zane narrows his eyes at me, bewildered, I stare at him lifeless and he already knows I'm not going to answer if he asks, so he doesn't and starts pulling off my panties with his teeth, when
A loud persistent knock is at the door, "Alice, come out I know you are in here" Liv's voice rang out, Zane looks annoyed but doesn't get off of me, still pulling my panties off with his teeth, "Alice! I will bust through this door, how long does it take you to fuck?" she screams, Zane's tongue connects with my pussy giving it a long slow lick, my moan carries through the room and I know Liv hears it, I hope that she gets the hint, sadly she doesn't.
"Why can't I join?" she whines, I sigh, and Zane gets up and starts getting dressed hanging my clothes to me.
"I'll have the taste you forever angel," are his last words as he leaves.
after I dress, I meet Liv she snaps at me for taking forever but I don't care, fuck I was soaked. It was almost unbearable.