Page 18 of Nightmare

She gives a shrug and reaches to pull her purse from the floor. She pops it open and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

She pulls one out, offers me one then lights hers before passing me her lighter. I light my cigarette, waiting to see what Mac and Jax have to say but they just sit there staring at Summer as she sucks on the filter of her cigarette.

I take a long drag and then Travis reaches over and takes the cigarette from in between my fingers, popping it in his mouth and taking a drag before giving it back, his other hand sliding down to my thigh, making circles on the sliver of skin peeking out in between my dress and boot.

Mac clears his throat and glances around the terrace like he’s trying to figure something out, then picks up his briefs from the floor and slips them back on, tucking his monster penis back inside where it can’t hurt anyone.

“Summer, c’mere.” He flicks his eyes to her and then cuts them to Jax, who gives him an almost unnoticeable nod. Summer’s face turns up in a smirk, and she taps out her cigarette in the ashtray on the arm of the sofa even though she’s barely smoked it. She gives me a wink, then turns to shuffle across Jax’s lap and straddles Mac on her knees.

I could cut the fucking air out here with a knife it’s so thick with their pheromones. Summer grinds down onto Mac’s lap, exposing a nice strip of her ass from underneath her dress.

Mac’s hands instinctively land on her ass as she grinds herself down on his lap and lets out a soft moan before catching his lips in a messy kiss that makes my stomach clench.

Travis digs his fingers into my thigh as we all fixate on their two mouths fucking each other, transfixed by the sensuality of the kiss. It’s like a live porn show, and I amherefor it.

Jax clears his throat and tips back the rest of his drink before depositing it onto the tabletop and sliding closer to the two people tongue fucking next to him. His hands weave into Summer’s hair, and then he’s pulling her head to the side and kissing along her flesh. Her mouth stays on Mac’s, and her hand finds Jax’s where it’s pulling on her hair.

I clear my throat, turning away from the live action porn show, and look at Travis. His face is already turned towards me, and his mouth is parted – his breath coming out in little pants as his eyes trace along my body. His hands are gripping me so tightly that I’m sure I’ll have little fingerprint bruises in the morning, and it pushes me closer to the edge of insanity.

His eyes find mine on the next journey up my body, and his breath hitches. My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip instinctively, and his mouth turns up in a smirk that makes my insides turn to jelly.

“Come here.” His voice is gravel, snaking up his throat and straight into the pit in my stomach. My limbs tingle, feeling like currents of electricity are running through them when I start moving.

His hands find my hips, and he helps me climb on top of his lap, my legs falling on either side of his thighs and exposing the panties I have on under my dress.

Nothing else exists, I’m faintly aware of the noises coming from the other side of the patio – the sound of lips smacking and my best friend’s little moans – but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is him. Touching him. Feeling him.

Travis’s fingers dig into my hips as I grind myself down on top of him, his erection lining up perfectly with that sweet spot between my legs. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and wets his lips before he slides his hands up and into my hair, pulling my mouth down onto his.

As soon as we touch, I open for him on and he sweeps in, playing with my tongue, teasing me. I nip at him with my teeth, and he lets out a groan as his fingers thread deeper into my hair, pulling at it hard enough to make me rock myself against him faster.

I reach between us and stroke him over his pants, the taste on his lips – cigarettes, weed and beer – turning me on even more.

He lets out another groan at the same time I hear a moan slip out of Summer from behind me and I crack a smile on his lips as I lightly drag my nails down his shaft through his pants.

He bucks up at me and then pulls my hand away, throwing it aside before putting his hand between us again and cupping me over my panties.

A breath leaves me and everything except the burn in my stomach disappears around me as I grind into his palm, trying to get some sort of relief from the storm he’s started inside of me. He leans his forehead against mine and pushes me closer to him with the other hand that’s squeezing my ass.

I smash my lips against his again, parting them with my tongue and he pulls my panties to the side, slipping a finger against my clit and then starts doing little circles.

I let out a breathy moan as he picks up his pace and pulls my bottom lip in between his teeth, clamping down on it. His fingers slide down and he lets out a curse when he feels how wet I am, not waiting to plunge a finger inside me.

Everything ceases to exist besides the warmth flooding my body, the alcohol flowing through my system heightening the pleasure he’s causing in between my legs. He adds another finger and I grind down onto him, riding his hand towards the release that’s building inside me.

I let out a cry into his mouth, which rewards me with a growl from his throat that vibrates through his chest to mine. He picks up the speed of his fingers inside of me and adds a thumb to my sensitive nub, getting me closer and closer to the explosion between my legs.

I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip and throw my head back in pleasure as he pulls down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to the crisp nighttime air. His fingers continue pumping in and out of me, his thumb rubbing at my clit. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and bites down, causing me to ride his hand even harder.

Inch by inch, every part of my body gets tighter, and I can feel myself starting to tip over the edge. Travis licks his way from my chest, up my throat and to my ear where he growls desperately, “I need to feel you come on my fingers so bad, pretty girl.”

His thumb picks up pace on my clit while I ride his hand all the way to the finish line, shouting out with my release as he slams his mouth down on mine to quiet me. His fingers still work inside of me, rubbing that sweet spot as I come down from my orgasm and fall onto his shoulders, my heaving chest pressed against his.

I plant kisses along the tender flesh of his neck and wrap my arms around him as he rights my panties and pulls his hand out from underneath us, landing back on my ass in a smack.

I peek up at him through my thick eyelashes and he gives me a grin.

I let out a breath, “Fuck.”

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