Page 114 of Fracture

“I know you’re mad,” I say, lifting up the case, opening it to take out a spliff. I light it with his silver lighter, and inhale deeply. The sweetish smell envelops me, and I puff out the smoke in Dylan’s direction. “But right now, we can’t change it. So just come here.”

Dylan moves slowly up the stairs, and removes his clothes on the way, flopping them over the banister before standing right in front of me. He reaches out to take the spliff from my hand, and lifts it to his own lips, taking a long, crackling drag.

“You ever fucked when you’re high?” I ask, and he nods slowly.

“You?”

I shrug, taking it back from him and sucking down another breath as I climb into the hot tub. “Yeah, but they were bad lays, so I never got to enjoy it.” I settle in the warm water, and turn to watch Dylan climb in after me, the water catching the light on his muscles, and this pot must be really good, because my head is already a little floaty.

I hold the spliff out to Dylan, who takes a drag and leans his head back against the edge of the tub, puffing the smoke out into the sky.

“Remember when I took you out on the bike, to that lake, up in the mountains?” He asks, his head still tipped back.

“Yes, I remember that day.” I smile, stroking my hands through the water. “You said it was a secret, and no one else knew where it was.”

“That’s right. Our secret place.” He lifts his head, and gazes at me with those inky dark eyes. “You held on to me while we rode up there, into this totally isolated place, and you just… trusted me. You never thought for a second I’d hurt you.”

“Because I know you’d never hurt me,papi.” I move around the tub to his side, and he places the spliff against my lips, holding it for me as I inhale and his eyes wander over my face. “I’ve always trusted you. Always.”

“I remember laying you down on the grass,” he says quietly. “I lay you out underneath me, and god I wanted to fuck you, but I didn’t want to make you do something you weren’t ready for.”

“See?” I lean in and place a kiss against his neck. “I trust you. Completely. And besides.” I pull back with a smile.“You did sort of get me off after all.”

He chuckles, taking another deep drag. “Good old teenage dry-humping for the win.” He puts an arm around me and draws me close, groaning softly as my hand moves over his stomach. “Seeing your cheeks go all rosy, hearing you moan in my ear, fuck,guera, you have no idea…” He groans again, louder now, as my hand wraps around his hard cock. “It was you. It was always you. I never wanted anyone like I wanted you.”

I lean closer and nip at his earlobe, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt over his skin. “And what about Levi?”

Dylan laughs, exhaling heavily as I pump him slowly. “Him, too. I mean, not back then. I don't know. Maybe?”

“Have you fucked him yet?” I ask, squeezing my thighs together as the image of Dylan buried inside Levi swims in my mind’s eye.

Dylan shakes his head. “No, he’s nervous.”

“Hey, I took you just fine, what’s he got to be nervous about?”

Dylan is up in an instant, and has me bent over the edge of the tub. I can’t help but yelp as he shoves inside me, surprised at the sudden intrusion. He doesn’t move, just leans over me, filling me as he kisses my shoulders, pushing aside my hair to nip at my neck.

“You like having me in your ass?”

I nod, trying to wriggle my hips to get the friction I so desperately want, but Dylan has me pinned in place.

“I love you fucking my ass,” I murmur.

“You want to see me fuck Levi?” He bites my shoulder, and I gasp. “You want to watch while I claim that pretty rich boy?”

I giggle over a moan, taking another drag of the spliff as Dylan presses it to my lips. “Yes, I want to see that.”

He thrusts into me a few times, before stopping and chuckling darkly as I protest. “I’m not going to let you come,guera. I want you all worked up for our man. I want you desperate to come.”

“You’re so mean.” I moan loudly as he thrusts into me again, his fingers circling my clit, coming again to a stop, and offering the spliff. I don’t know how long we do this, but it feels like hours. Hours of him fucking me hard for a few seconds, my body clawing and scrambling for release, then him simply staying inside me, stroking every inch of me with his fingertips, teasing my nipples with wet hands.

Hands clutch my face, and I open my eyes to find Levi gazing at me.

“You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked,” he murmurs, kissing me softly. “Does he feel good?”

“He does. You should have him, too.” I nip at his lips, and Levi chuckles.

“Maybe we should take this inside then,” Levi says, looking over my shoulder at Dylan, his eyes filled with need.

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