Page 48 of Acid

I step inside to the open plan living and kitchen area and see a large navy couch already there waiting. The fresh crisp white walls and large windows make it bright and airy, and the deep wooden floorboards carry that rustic feeling up from the studio.

“This is your room,” Acid states as we walk into one of the bedrooms. It’s a good size with a small walk-in closet. “On the other side of the apartment,” he says, “Near the bathroom is Oliver’s.” He points over to where it’s situated.

I just nod and smile as we walk out my room across the open living space to Oliver’s room. I gasp as I take it in, my eyes brimming with tears. “I went out last night before the store could shut. I got everything for him, then spent the rest of the night putting it all together. Your new couch is very comfy by the way. I passed out on there around 2 am.” He smirks as he leans up against the door jam, his crystal blue eyes shining. I look around the room, taking in the bed with the navy blue bedding, the posters on the wall of games Oliver has been playing, the desk with a lamp and a PC on it, Draws, wardrobe and even a TV mounted on the wall with his games console attached.

“You did all this?” I whisper.

He subtly nods. “Why?” I whisper.

“Because you are you, and because I felt responsible with what happened yesterday. It’s my way of an apology. Eventhough I don’t think anything would be an acceptable apology for that,” he answers truthfully.

I walk to him and lunge myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He stumbles back a little before wrapping his arms around me, embracing my hug. “Thank you. A million times, thank you.” I sniff, fighting back the emotion.

He leans back slightly, and I look up at him as he slowly strokes his hands up and down my back. His eyes drop to my lips and the mood shifts as sexual tension crackles around us. He leans down slowly, his lips close to mine, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for the green light, waiting for me to close that small distance.

I lick my lower lip, and his eyes follow the movement. I reach up and softly connect our mouths. I place my hands on his back and grip his T-shirt, balling it into fists as he deepens the kiss. He moves me around, still kissing me until my back is pressed against the wall. He breaks the kiss for a moment and begins to trail his mouth along my neck, nipping and licking as he goes. I let out a whimper as his hand cups my breast, his thumb gently stroking over my nipple. He abruptly stops what he’s doing and looks at me.

“What?” I pant. “Why are you stopping?” I breathe.

“Remember what we agreed?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah, I know. This is just scratching that itch. Just friends relieving each other’s, err...” I pause and pull a face, making Acid smile. I reach up and thread my fingers through his dirty blond hair. “God, you’re hot when you smile like that,” I breathe. His smile deepens and he reaches down and begins to unbuckle my jeans, not saying a word. His eyes remain on me as he slides his hands down my jeans and between my legs. “Oh god,” I moan. I grip his hair as he slides a finger in and out of me slowly, painfully slowly. I try to move my hips to get more butwith his other hand, he just grips my hip tightly, forcing me to stop. “Acid,” I moan.

He leans in and my hands let go of his hair as his lips brush against my ear. “All good things come to those that wait,” he deeply growls before giving my lobe a sharp nip between his teeth. He adds another finger, gliding them expertly in and out of me. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in, desperate for him to move them faster. “I can feel how wet you are on my fingers I can feel your walls are desperate to clamp around me, desperate for release,” he rasps low in my ear.

“Please,” I beg as his fingers glide over that perfect spot, bringing me pleasure but not enough to send me over the edge.

He removes his hand from my jeans and I gasp at the sudden loss. He presses the tips of his fingers on my lips, surprising the hell out of me. “Taste yourself. Taste how delicious you are,” he demands, I open my mouth as he slides his fingers in between my lips. I suck, tasting my arousal, feeling my core heat further, desperate for anything to bring me to the pleasure I’m now so needy for. His blue eyes deepen with heat. “Good girl,” he growls, removing his fingers from my mouth. I’m about to ask him what now, but he lowers to his knees before me and roughly yanks my jeans and underwear down to my thighs. His eyes lazily take in my centre before he begins to trail kisses up to the apex of my thigh.

I’m trembling in anticipation, desperate for him. As soon as his mouth is on me, I cry out in pleasure. He groans as his tongue expertly circles my clit. I grip his head, pressing his tongue deeper into me, my hips bucking as I fuck his mouth. His hands grip my behind, moaning against me as I feel explosive pleasure erupt through me.

“Fuuuuck!” I scream as my orgasm hits me. He slows his movements, while still licking and devouring my arousal.Leaning back on his heels, he looks up at me, a smile on his face. Panting, I smile looking down on him.

“I think I could get addicted to your pussy,” he states.

A little laugh escapes me. I’m about to come out with a witty retort when a deep voice breaks the moment.

“Hello?! Acid, you lazy fuck, come and help get the furniture,” Beast yells as his heavy booted feet climb the stairs. Acid quickly jumps to his feet while I make quick work of pulling up my underwear and jeans. Acid walks further into the open plan living area to greet Beast, while I try to act casual and follow behind. Beast’s eyes flicker from me to Acid, a smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t realise you were hungry,” Beast says as he places down an armchair. Straightening up, he crosses his arms over his chest, just watching us.

Acid frowns. “What you on about?” he asks.

Beast taps a finger on his chin. “Wipe your chin, brother.” He smirks. My cheeks instantly burn red with mortification. Acid coughs a laugh and wipes his chin. I cover my face, unable to look at Beast. “So what, you guys a thing now?” he asks.

“No,” Acid and I both snap at the same time. Beast blanches at our outburst and I clear my throat. “We had a night; Acid, Scar and I,” I start explaining, cringing when I see Beast’s eyes widen in surprise. “I haven’t had any of this in a long time. Well, I haven’t had anything like this in long time,” I ramble as my embarrassment deepens.

Acid laughs before draping an arm over my shoulder. “We’ve got an agreement.” He nods.

Beast’s smile deepens. “Interesting.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” I frantically beg. Beast raises a brow. “I don’t want Oliver finding out anything like this is happening and him getting confused,” I explain.

Beast nods. “Your secret is safe with me.” I sigh relieved as Scar comes up the stairs carrying a flat pack small 2 seater dining table and chairs.

“Where do you want this, darlin’?” he asks.

“Oh, um…” I look around the room and point. “How about over here?” I say, walking to the other side of the room.

Scar places it down and drapes an arm over my shoulder. “Welcome to your new home, darlin’,” he says warmly, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

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