Page 36 of Viper
Wait, that doesn’t make sense, let me try again.
My life has swirled into the ocean down the bottom of the toilet. Yeah, that is so much better.
I giggle a little at my thoughts.
“Another,” I mumble as I slap the bar, gaining the bartender’s attention, who, if I didn’t know any better, all four of her eyes roll.
Wait four eyes?
She places a shot on the counter and I pick it up, downing it in one again before I hear, “Hey beautiful,” and I turn slightly to my right to see a blurred guy sitting next to me.
“Hi,” I slur, and he smirks, or at least I think he’s smirking, either that or he has really weird lips. “W-What can-can I do for you?” I slur, swaying a little on the stool.
“Well, I think I have an idea,” he mumbles, tilting his head before he slowly runs a finger up my leg, over my jeans, or at least I think he does anyhow.
I can’t be too sure because my whole body feels numb, the alcohol doing what I need it to do.
“Come with me…” He says as he grabs my hand when I sway into him, nearly toppling over on the floor and I go willingly, giggling as I stumble behind him before we enter the hallway and suddenly, he spins me causing the whole world to spin making me dizzy and he pushes my face up against her wall before his hands grip my hips and he whispers, “I want you beautiful, can I have you?”
He gently plays with the edge of my jeans before slowly bringing his hands around me and unbuttoning them without waiting for my answer.
My mind can’t comprehend what is happening, the floor spinning beneath me, even as he pulls my hips back and pulls my jeans down around my ankles along with my underwear, I can’t seem to grasp how stupid I’m being.
Well, I mean, is it really stupid?
Everyone thinks I’m a whore, or Viper does anyhow, and he screwed another girl….
I hear rustling in my drunken state before I feel the tip of his member at my dry entrance, and he mutters, “I fucked Cherri a few times and always wondered after seeing you out and about if you’d feel better than her. Let’s test it, shall we whore…”
I blink, his words don't hit home, and he whispers, “You ready?” causing a memory to come back to me.
“You ready, shorty?” Jaylen whispers in my ear as he gently brings my hips back while pressing on my back, to arch it for him, the water from the shower head covering us.
I moan, “Yes, take me, please…” and he groans and presses his member at my entrance.
We’ve never done it this way before…
“Fuck yes, you’re tighter than her,” the guy groans as he thrusts inside me, making me flinch with pain, and bile rises from the drinks.
“Ow,” I slur, but not pulling away, knowing I need to do this, to be the woman everyone is accusing me of being, the woman the man I gave my virginity, my body, my soul, my heart to is accusing me of.
I gasp as he takes me in one while he gently strums my clit, his arm around me keeping me up so I don’t slip on the showerfloor. He begins to gently thrust while his lips go to my neck, sucking lightly, making my walls flutter around his member, our wet bodies moving as one as I thrust back against him.
“Fuck yes,” the guy moans as he grips my hips, bringing me out of the memory, and his hips thrust faster and harder, causing pain to shoot between my legs, and suddenly, my situation is hitting me in the face like a bunch of bricks.
I’m not wet and he’s not Viper, the only guy I have ever slept with.
The alcohol that I drank is slowly disappearing, the buzz I had when I thought this would be a good idea, even though I don’t feel attracted to the guy, diminishing and regret begins to hit as the guy roars, “Fuck baby,” as his member pulses inside me, his seed filling the condom quite quickly.
Oh crap, what the hell am I doing?
I swallow several times to keep the bile in as I face the wall, my hands keeping me up, suddenly feeling sober, and he pulls out, chuckling while my heart pounds, regret filling me.
Why did I do this?
“Don’t worry, baby, I used two condoms, so no trapping me. I want to be a brother, and there is no way you’re getting my cut,” he says as he taps my ass twice and says, “Thanks, baby,” and his footsteps echo in the hallway.
What did I do?
