Page 46 of War Hope
"Sorry doesn't cut it, sweetcheeks.Ineedactions not words.And actionsincludebingo."She sips onher wine, eyeing meoverthe rim of her glass.
Huffing, Ispoon morespaghettiinto my mouth, hopingmaybeI'll choke again."No, bingo," Isay around thenoodles."Ask that old man with the urinal attached tohischair.
"You'll need a urinal attached to a chair ifyou don't fucking come," she says, smilingandtwirling a strand of hair around her finger like a raging psycho.
"Threats?"I shake my head. "You fucking redheads have issues."
"Don't think Iwon't cut you, Finn." She sniffs. "I will take you for Thai food first though. Because I'm really fucking nice," she adds.
Glaring at her, I lift my wine glass to my lips and take a drink. "I'll think about it."
"I don't know why you fight me,Finnley. Just go with it. It's like drunk sex."
"Andyouwould know what that's like..."
She lifts her middle finger."Andyour hand mightknow whatthat'slike," she says, grinning.
After we finish dinner—and the bottle of wine—I clear the table. I don’t want her to leave yet. I enjoy her company. We stand by the living room in an awkward silence and I rub my hand over the back of my neck."Wantto watch amovie," Iask.
"I'm not watching any porn, unless It's Colby Keller. I'll watch that man say, 'Give me that tight arsehole'," she says with asmirk.
"What. The. Fuck..."
"Don't tell meyou've never watchedColby?" Her jawdrops. "Oh my god, Finn. Every guy needs to witness his holiness just so he can have fucking aspirations."
I flop back on my couch, eyeing heras I turn on the TV. "Youwatch porn?"
"Babe,"she snorts,"please." Shetakes the remote from me and fiddleswithherphonefor a few seconds. "I'll just skip to the good bit."
Okay, this is not the shit you do with a friend whose pussy you’ve been knuckle deep in.Shit.This is going to end with me and a massive hardon."Uh, I'm not watching porn with you. It's kind of a personal—"An angry grunt rips through the surround sound, the unmistakable smack of skin slapping skin rings out.
"Get him Colby. Get him," Hope heckles, snatchingthe remotefromme just as Igoto grabit.
What. The...another deep groan and I can't help myself. I glance at the TV and immediately wish I hadn't. It's a close up of a massive dick slamming into a gapping arsehole, lube dripping all over a pair of loose balls swaying from the sheer force of the intrusion. Retching, I slam my hand over my eyes. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?Is that..." I shake my head. "Fucking two men. Arse sex? You put on gayarsesex for me to get inspiration from?That—"Ipoint at thescreen but won't look,"iswhatIam supposedto aspire to?"
Hope laughs so hard tears stream down her face. The slapping and grunting grow louder and then...."Give me that tight asshole," one of the men growl.
I point angrily at the TV. "Off. Turn. It. Off or no bingo." I grit my teeth and glare at her. "Ever."
"Look, ignore the fact that it's a guy..."
"I fucking can't! His balls are right there."
"They're shaved," she says as though shaved balls are half-way to a pussy.Fuckme.
"Turn it off."I go to grabthe remote from her and sheyanksit away.
"Not until youwatch the face Colby makes when he comes."
"I am not watching him come. For fuck'ssake.Whatis wrong with you?"
"And the sound.Jesus,I'm wet just thinking about it." She bites her lip and I'm not sure whether it's hot that she's turned on, or really,reallydisturbing.A long drawn out moan sounds through the speaker and the unmistakeable grunt of a guy coming. "Jesus, look at it, it's like an ocean of come. So hot," Hope breathes.
"Anoceanof come. Did you just say an ocean..." I take a breath and slap my hand over myforehead, dragging itdownmyface, "…of come?"
"He hit the back of his fucking head, Finn! Look!" The noise cuts off for a second. Thank god, she turned it off. I glance at her and she's looking at her screen, and then it starts all over again. That long drawn out groan sounds out and a sick grin forms on Hope’s face. "Look,Finnley," she growls like a horny beast.
"Hope," I try to grab the remote, but she snatches her hand away.
