Part 5 (2/2)

Seb chuckled and Jenn nearly jumped out of her seat.

”Nice, Dex,” she sneered. ”You couldn't wait to get in her pants, could you? You're a pig.”

”And you're the s.h.i.+t this pig used to roll around in.”

Jenn's mouth dropped open, and she spun around on her heel and walked her s.k.a.n.ky a.s.s back into the crowd. It was amazing to think that I'd spent three years of my life with her, but I'd found a lot of true colors and feelings came out when they became your ex. They seemed a lot more s.k.a.n.ky.

I looked over at Justin and Janet who were watching me, absolutely flabbergasted. ”Sorry,” I apologized to them. ”That was my ex-girlfriend. This is my new girlfriend. You know how it goes.”

”I knew it,” Dean cried out. ”I knew you guys were together.”

”Because Rebecca can't keep her mouth shut,” I said, staring at her pointedly.

She smiled but didn't say anything. She became strangely mute when drunk.

”Well, man, congratulations,” Dean said sincerely. ”Both of you. Although to you, Perry, I'd say good luck.”

I looked down at Perry who was nestled under my arm. Well, she wasn't exactly nestled as she was sitting straight up and rigid as I held her body to my side. I wanted her to loosen up and get used to this, to own it, to be proud.

”I hope I didn't embarra.s.s you,” I said, lowering my voice and face to hers.

She looked shy. ”You didn't, I was just shocked. I mean, I thought I saw the she-beast earlier and I just a.s.sumed I was being paranoid...I didn't know I was your girlfriend.”

I looked up, wondering if we needed to continue the conversation outside, but upon meeting my eyes, everyone else at the table started chatting loudly with each other on cue.

I turned back to Perry. ”Well, you're more than a girlfriend. Girlfriend is such a juvenile term, and as juvenile as I am, that's not the way I feel about you. You're a partner, a lover, a friend, and so much more than that. Sorry if I put you on the spot.”

”No,” she said, smiling. I wanted to kiss her nose. ”It's okay. I'm glad you did it. I'm sorry I'm being such a weirdo about all of this. It's just hard to believe how far we've come, you know? My brain is just catching up now.”

”So you're okay with me being your boyfriend? I'll treat you real nice. We can go steady and you can wear my letterman jacket.”

”Ooooh, maybe,” she said playfully. ”What letter is on it?”

”No letter, just a picture of a c.o.c.k.”

She snorted. ”Of course there is.”

”It's a rooster, you pervert.”

She eyed me dryly. ”Oh yeah? Why a rooster?”

”It symbolizes my c.o.c.k. Can't love me without loving c.o.c.k.”

I heard someone cough. I looked up and Janet was staring at me, her thin brows raised to the ceiling, but Justin was giving me the ”dude, I know” head nod.

I felt Perry tense up slightly and wondered if I took things too far. Wouldn't be the first time. Then I wondered if it was because I threw the ”love” word out there. Wouldn't be the first time for that either.

Luckily our drinks came just then, and I quickly ordered two rounds of shots for everyone at the table. The evening was turning out to be all sorts of weird and unknown territory, and getting drunk was the quickest way through it. Pretty soon everyone was getting sloppy. Having a good time, but sloppy nonetheless. Rebecca kept looking like she was about to face plant into the table, Dean and Justin were engrossed in game talk, Janet was drunk and in a mad texting war with someone overseas, and Seb kept going out to smoke a joint until he just never came back.

And Perry and I? Well, the alcohol and the whole ”we are now a couple” speech swirled around to make our own personal concoction of l.u.s.t and longing. I tried to behave myself, I really did, but my tongue was down her throat, my hands were down her pants, and I was one soft moan away from blowing my load all over Janet's shoes. Okay, well in my defense, ”behaving myself” meant I wasn't undressing Perry in public, though that was starting to become an option.

I kissed down her neck, biting along the way and murmured, ”Remember what we tried to do in the elevator?”

”I have a vague recollection,” she said, her voice all airy and enthralled. Such a turn-on.

”How about you go to the ladies' washroom and I meet you there in a minute. It has a lock on the door, right?”

She placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back to look me in the eye. ”Are you serious? The women's washroom?”

”Baby, I'm always serious when it comes to getting you off. You should know this by now.” I pulled her to me and sucked hard on her delicate earlobe. ”Besides, I can feel how wet you are. Would be a real shame to waste that.” I pressed my fingers into her until she twitched.

She straightened up in her seat and brushed her hair back, gathering it at the nape of her neck, her eyes searching the table and bar to see if anyone was paying attention to our antics. No one was. Satisfied, she gave me a loaded look and then walked off to the washrooms. Hot d.a.m.n. Hate to have you go but love to watch you leave.

I finished the rest of my drink, waiting a few beats, kinda hoping that someone would notice what we were about to do, but no one did. Dean and Justin were now talking to Janet about something heated, and Rebecca was pa.s.sed out on the table. We'd have to take her home soon, but I knew we wouldn't be in the bathroom all that long, not at the rate I was jacked up.

I got up and moved through the crowd to the washrooms. There was no line outside the women's, which was good, only problem was there were two of them and I didn't know which one Perry was in. I knocked on the first door, just a quick rap, and heard someone yell, ”Occupied!” as if her life depended on it. Sheesh, women were uptight about p.i.s.sing.

I went to the next one, knocked softly and said, ”Perry?” and it opened a crack, showing just half of her face. She looked so d.a.m.n nervous and shy that I pushed the rest of the door open and went inside, quickly locking the door behind me. The need to drive my c.o.c.k inside her suddenly overpowered me, and I grabbed her face, kissing her hard, my hands moving down into her hair, down her back to her a.s.s where I got a good meaty hold and squeezed hard. She let out a cry of pain, but it was good pain from the way she attacked me, hands, lips, teeth, everywhere.

I quickly pulled her leggings and thong off, and then whirled her around and pinned her up against the wall. She wrapped her bare legs around my waist and held me close to her as I fumbled with my fly. Once my c.o.c.k was free, my jeans dropping to my ankles, I wasted no time in guiding the tip into her, just teasing her cleft with her own wetness.

”f.u.c.k me, Dex,” she cried out, her head back, her hips trying to thrust closer, to get purchase. Her nails dug into my back.

”Tell me how much you want it,” I groaned, feeling her expanding for my tip, so needy.

”I want it, I want you. I need you inside me.”

Oh G.o.d, please keep talking, I thought. My heart was competing now with my d.i.c.k.

”Tell me how much.”

”So much. Please, I need you inside me, please thrust inside me, please.”

Her cries were my undoing. I thrust into her, feeling her expand around me, so slick, so tight, so, so beautiful. It was a s.p.a.ce meant for me, only for me, a place I'd spent my life looking for, a home inside a woman who was my home. There was no place I'd rather be. f.u.c.k.

I started off slow, relaxing into the rhythm, trying to hold myself in check. She felt so good and I started rubbing her c.l.i.t to ensure I felt the same way for her. She started panting, squirming, wanting more.

”Harder,” she pleaded. ”Take me harder.”

I licked her neck. ”Aren't you a demanding one.” I kept going slow and steady, not ready to give her everything just yet. I was amazed I was able to hold her up like this, and when I pulled my head away I noticed she was watching my clenching a.s.s in the bathroom mirror as I pushed into her.

”Do you like what you see?” I whispered, delighting in the primal l.u.s.t in her glazed eyes. ”Those muscles are all for you. I was born to f.u.c.k you, baby.”

I thrust into her deeper, faster, finally giving us what we both wanted. She held me tighter, dug her nails in harder, bit down on my shoulder as I pounded her, keeping my fingers quick and steady. Her legs began to loosen as she approached climax.

”That's my girl, that's my girl, that's my girl,” I grunted as the pressure reached the breaking point. Everything tightened before the d.a.m.n was unleashed and I poured into her, wanting my seed to go further, to implant itself somewhere deep inside her where a part of me would never, ever leave.

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