Page 17 of Drowning

My other hand finds its way to her hip, pulling her closer to me as we kiss, lost in the heat of the moment. The sound of the bar fades away as we focus on each other, the tension from earlier melting away as our bodies press together in a seductive dance of desire that we're both drowning in.

Breathlessly, and with red lipstick smeared around her puffy lips, she smirks and inches her hand down my pants even further, her blue eyes piercing into my fucking soul.

"Fuck me, Seven. I bet you won't," she teases, her long, innocent lashes fluttering as she playfully bats her eyes.

Challenge accepted.

"You shouldn't have bet me, Princess." I spin her around and press her chest against the back of the building, roughly tugging her tight pants down, only to realize she isn't wearing underwear either. "Um, is there a reason your not wearing a bra or panties tonight?" I whisper right into her ear as I flick her lobe with the tip of my tongue, making her body shudder against mine.

"Long story... but Damon stole all of them," she moans as I kick her legs open slightly and pull out my cock, running the pierced tip along the crack of her ass before pushing against her wet opening.

I drive into her fiercely; the friction sends pleasure shuddering through my body. A guttural moan escapes her lips as I grip her hips and thrust into her harder and deeper. The air is thickwith lust and longing as we move together in a rhythmic, primal dance, keeping in tune with the beat still blaring from inside.

I slide my cock out of her tight, wet cunt, hold tightly onto her hips as she wiggles them, and slam back in with a forceful thrust that surges her into the building. Her hands go on the wall above her head, and she leans back, pushing her ass out for more.

"Mhm, Seven," she softly moans, making my balls tighten from the heavenly sound of her voice.

"What is it, Princess? Tell me what you fucking want," I growl, sinking my teeth into the side of her neck as I repeatedly slam her back on my cock, her tight inner walls gripping me like a vice.

"Harder," she begs, on the verge of losing all the control she's been trying to hold onto. "Fuck me harder."

"Ah, my dirty little slut wants it harder, huh?" I pound into her until I bottom out in her warmth, ripping a low moan from her dry throat.

"Yes, please."

"Take this dick, Princess. Come all over it while I paint your cunt with mine." Holding her hip, I reach around to the front of her body and push my hand between her shaky thighs. Finding her clit, I rub and roll circles over it with the pad of my thumb, still slamming into her with everything I've got.

Her moans echo in the alley, sending shivers throughout me and making my cock throb while buried deep in her cunt. Her walls grip me in a heartbeat-like rhythm as she begins to unravel before me.

"Good fucking girl," I grunt in between thrusts, feeling her warm release start to soak my dick. "You're such a good little slut, letting me fuck this pussy for anyone to see," I groan, feeling my muscles tighten all through my body as tingles begin torturing my toes.

With a final full-body thrust that makes her rise on her toes, trying to chase the feeling of my cock ripping her apart, I burst, spilling every drop of my cum as deep inside of her as I can get it, holding her in place.

Before long, our bodies reach a crescendo, and we both tumble over the edge, waves of ecstasy washing over us. We stand there, breathless and dazed, in the quiet alley behind the bar, our secret shared only between us.

Emerson turns to me, pulling up her pants, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You win," she smirks, a playful glint in her hooded blue eyes.

As I tuck my cock back into my pants, I pull her close and kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the desperation on her tongue. "If this is what winning feels like, I never want to lose," I whisper against her skin, savoring the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Seven, but everyone loses sometimes."

With a smirk, she walks into the bar, leaving me standing in the alley alone with a smoldering arousal that keeps burning inside of me. I can't believe her sassy provocations are getting under my skin. But I don't want them to stop. And I'll be fucking damned if I lose anytime soon. I'm a fucking winner, and I get what I want. And right now, the only thing I fucking want is Emerson.

After regaining my composure and waiting until my cock went slightly soft, I walked into the bar after Emerson, my eyes glued to her every swift move. I secure another drink and then make my way over to her, flashing her a smile that makes her eyes sparkle. She knows that I won't fucking back down, and I'm ready to show her just how willing I am to fight for her. She's a fucking challenge, and I love a good challenge.

Determined, I walk up to her and whisper in her ear, "I never fucking lose, Emerson. And I'll prove it to your ass." With that, I grab her hand and lead her over to the booth, confident that whatever comes our way, I'm not backing down. And as I look at her and feel her hand in mine, I know that the only thing I want is Emerson. And I'm going to make sure that she fucking knows it too.

nine

Tasting the Forbidden

K a n e

The cold leather couch shocks my body as my back hits it, cooling me off and calming down the raging storm of emotions brewing inside of me. Drink after drink, I try to get the bullshit with Damon out of my head, but I can't. He fucked with Emerson again, and he needs to be fucking stopped.

Pulling out my phone, I bring up Eli's message thread and type out a new one, trying to control the anger in my words.

We need to fucking talk about your sister's ex.

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