Page 81 of Penance

“Yes! Yes,yes!Fuck, we haven’t been there for ages!”

Ashlee wriggles with excitement in Ronan’s lap, his eyes widening just slightly before he clamps a large dark hand down on her squirming tanned thigh. Dropping his lips to her ear, he whispers, her cheeks turning pink.

“Cool, we’ll go tonight. Huxley’s always up for dancing, aren’t ya?” Kyla-Rose beams up at me, my eyes narrowing.

“Dancing is not what happens there, you and I both know that,” I raise a brow, her dimples puncturing her cheeks as she smiles wider. “And this is not a good idea.” I finish.

“You’ll all be there, it’ll be safe, they’re only here one night! One sign of danger and we’ll come straight home, I swear!” Kyla-Rose pokes out her bottom lip, pouting at me, she bats her eyelashes.

“We could gear up, you know your way around down there, Hux. It’s Christmas. Give our girl what she wants,” Kacey throws in, seemingly unphased by all the shit that could go wrong, like being stuck in an all-out warunderground.

Why am I suddenly the only sensible one?

“Don’t be scared,” my girl whispers, a dangerous glint in her eye as she presses a kiss to my throat. “We can have fun, it’ll be like going back in time. You and I, dirty dancing,” she rasps, her lips trailing up my jaw, my dick thickening in my jeans.

“With everything going on, I’m heavily against this idea,” Dominic pipes up.

“Shut up, Dom, you’reheavily againsteverything fun. You’re like a fucking vampire, but you suck fun instead of blood. Well, probably a little of both,” Ronan chuckles. “Right, baby?” he growls huskily against Ashlee’s neck, biting into her throat.

She giggles, Dominic sighs and my girl continues to pout. I turn to look at Nox, a scowl on his face, his eyes locked on our girl.

He licks his lips, “maybe we just go for a little while,” he utters absently.

“Yay! It’s settled, we’re going,” Kyla-Rose announces smugly, kissing the underside of my jaw before returning her attention back to her plate.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Looks like we’re going to a rave.

* * *

The Pit is just the same as always. I haven’t been in a long while. I used to come when I needed to clear my head, which seems like a weird thing to do in an underground rave, but it is what it is. Sometimes my head is just too quiet.

We pay the guy on the entrance. Trudging through the dark concrete tunnels, following the echoing thumps down the winding passageways. Nothing but battery-operated push lights and glowsticks strewn along the floor, lighting the way. The deeper we get, the hotter it grows, sweat pricks the back of my neck, my curls already damp. The music becomes clearer. All of us quiet as we work our way towards the main room.

Ronan, Dom and Ashlee. Me, Kacey, Nox and Kyla-Rose. All of us changed, or rather, we took some clothes off. Kacey was just happy he didn’t have to wear a shirt, any excuse to show off his hulking frame. Ashlee slapped some leftover UV body paint she stole from Eli across us all. Pink, yellow and orange handprints, splatters and the occasional lip print, courtesy of my girl of course, cover our naked torsos. The girls choosing to go for a slightly different look.

Both opted for matching latex dresses, the top half of their hair up in something called space buns. Yeah, I know, tell me about it. Tiny body-clinging, black latex, the material glued to them like a second skin, making it obvious they’re both completely bare beneath. I swear I can’t take my eyes off her, even more than normal. The dress hits just below the curve of her arse. A deep sweetheart neckline, her tits pushed up high, nipple piercings clearly outlined. It leaves nothing to the imagination.Nothing.Jacob nearly had a heart attack when he passed us in the hall on our way out. A vein pulsed in his temple so hard I thought it was gunna explode. I would have laughed if my cock didn’t hurt so much. It’s been hard for over a fucking hour, refusing to go down until it sinks inside her tight, wet heat. The second she grinds that perky arse on me I’m gunna come in my jeans. I just know it.

God, what a lucky son of a bitch.

The tunnel starts to widen, opening up to the huge open space used as a dance floor. Hundreds of people grinding on one another, heavy bass pounding through the speakers. Concrete floors, walls and ceiling, nothing but strobe UV lighting. The DJ booth on a platform in the centre of the room, the room thick with fog and smoke. Clouds of smoke float toward the ceiling from cigarettes and blunts. Fog from the smoke machines drifting around our ankles. My eyes try to take it all in, but it’s impossible.

“Come on, Hux,” Kyla-Rose shouts, her delicate fingers twining through my own.

Kacey slaps me on the back, a huge grin on his face as he backs his way into the bustling crowd. Nox steps up beside me, his hand firmly clasped on my shoulder. I look down into big grey orbs, swallowing my worry, she thinks I’m not afraid of anything. I hide it well, but I just don’t think this is a good idea. I nod my head anyway, pulling her through the crowd after Kacey.

Within seconds we’re in the centre of the room, bodies slick with sweat on all sides. Her arm slung over my shoulder, fingers tangling in the sweat drenched curls at the back of my neck. Her nails clawing at my nape piercing. She presses into me, my hands on her hips. Kacey’s hand lands on my hip, his other locked just below her breast, trapping her between us. Her eyes drop closed, head against Kacey’s chest, her fingers gripping the back of my neck, she grinds her lithe, little body between us. Her lips slightly parted, a droplet of sweat running down her chest, disappearing in the valley of her breasts.

I lean forward, my lips latching onto her jaw, she hums her approval, her grip on my neck tightening. I run my tongue down the column of her throat, nipping at her flying pulse point as I pass it. She pants, her short breaths against my ear. Kacey’s lips and tongue attacking her right side, his teeth digging into his own mark. I run my tongue across her collarbone, laving the flat of my tongue over my carved initial, the ball of my piercing catching the torn skin. I draw back slightly, peering down at it. It’s angry and red and raised. I’m positive I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful.

A shadow descends over us, Nox coming up on my left. Confidently, he slides a hand between our joint pelvises, the back of his hand grazing my bulging erection as he grabs the inside of Kyla-Rose’s thigh. Forcing her and I apart enough for his hand to settle between her legs. His other hand grasps her face fiercely. His thumb and finger carving into her already deep dimples, he pops her mouth open. Her eyes bore into his as his face closes the space between them. He opens his mouth, his lips barely brushing hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, then the top. She whimpers as his tongue dives deep, long, lashings of his tongue over hers, their lips seal. She bucks her hips into me as Nox removes his hand from between us. Kacey pushing in closer as my hands run over her body. Fingers tweaking her nipples, squeezing her waist.

The four of us locked in a filthy display of romantic carnage. We never did play by the rules, why start now.

Kyla-Rose thrusts her hips against me, grinding her pussy against my hard cock. Kacey’s hips rocking into her from behind, forcing us closer. Nox releases her face, sliding his fingers down to her throat. He squeezes tight, pillaging her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes snap open, not a hint of fear in her grey orbs despite her lack of breath. She lazily winks at me, her lips still working with Nox’s, the corner of her mouth tilting up.

Any remaining blood left in the rest of my body rushes to my already aching cock. My head spins, my dick pulses against her and it takes everything in me not to take her right here. Although, it seems not everyone in this little foursome is on board with that notion as Nox’s hand disappears back between us. I angle her body towards him slightly giving him better access.

---