Page 41 of Pain and Possession

Almost.

Olive

Getting drunk doesn't take long if you have nothing in your stomach and a clear goal in mind.

I adjust my halter top black baby doll dress, more akin to lingerie than civilian clothes but I fit in just fine here. I do my fourth shot of vodka, smiling to myself when it doesn't burn as bad as the last three despite my sore throat, washing his taste from my mouth.

"You look so hot!" Laney squeals for the third time since I got here.

"I'm on a mission."

"Yeah, I know. I'm down.” She pauses, "Except you've scowled at every man that approached you tonight."

"None of them were good enough to replace him."

Her blue eyes widen slightly before she fans herself dramatically, "Girl."

As if answering some kind of cosmic imbalance the bartender taps me lightly on the shoulder, "From the gentlemen over there." I bite down on my lip feigning interest as I stare down the bar meeting the light green eyes of someone that might just do the trick.Whoever this person is here… doing these things, I don't know her but I'm letting her drive tonight. A wave of apprehension hits me, I shake it off as I motion the guy over.

"You're on your own babe, if I don't get back there soon Jackson will flip. Be safe." Laney whispers in my ear placing a kiss on my cheek, probably leaving a bright pink lipstick stain behind.

"Love you." I mutter, swirling the straw around in my new drink.

"Love you more!" She winks at the guy who slips in beside me, he's kind of short but not unattractive. My mind goes back to Trent for the first time in a week, guilt floods my alcohol infused brain.

Noè isn't here. He's gone, he said it himself.

"What brings you out tonight?" He asks running a finger along my arm. I fight the urge to withdraw. Part of my past that never left me is the uneasiness I feel around men.A constant uphill battle. Except Noè which genuinely makes no fucking sense.

"Trying to forget."

"Want to talk about it?" He asks, his eyes on the keyhole cut in my dress. Scanning my chest instead of my face. I know he doesn't mean it; I don't need him to.

"I had something else in mind…" I trail off meeting his green eyes. He smirks revealing a perfect set of white teeth, it matches his perfect tan and ultra tight t-shirt.I take a large swig of my drink, finishing it before letting him drag me onto the dance floor.

It doesn't take long of grinding my ass into him and letting his sweaty hands grope me in ways that do less than nothing for me before he asks if we can move elsewhere.I give him a small smile taking his hand again and pulling me towards the back of the club where the private rooms are. I certainly can't afford one, but Laney once told me they aren't really monitored. Once we're inside the room, the thumping music only is slightly dampened by the door.It matches the wah-wah sound in my head the strange throb in my chest.

He wastes no time pulling and jerking at my clothes, I stand there letting him awkwardly undress me, helping him with the clasp of my bra before he leans in. The palm of my hand connects a little too hard with the front of his face, "No kissing."

He pulls back, eyes widens slightly but undeterred in the slightest as he undoes his pants, I can see his cock bulging against the zipper. His eyes keep dipping to the hickeys that decorate my neck. Suddenly the idea of it being inside me makes my stomach knot up, an odd wave of emotion filling my chest.

Absolutely not.

I grab his hand pulling him to the couch as I sit down spreading wide for him.

"Damn baby, you aren't playing around.” He chuckles, "Whoever he is, he's an idiot for letting you go."

Not wrong.

"Don't talk." I order as I grip his gelled dirty blonde hair in my hands guiding him to my unresponsive sex. His eyes go wide as he lowers himself, groaning when his tongue finds my slit.

Play with Fire by Sam Tennesz, Yacht Money

I suck in a sharp breath as my body finally gets with the program. He finds my clit sucking it into his mouth roughly. Not making any attempt to prolong the endeavor which is fine by me. I grip his hair tightly catching the glint of Noè's crest on my small wrist.

I close my eyes leaning my head back as the guy pulls back for a moment, "Can you let up a bit?"

A small amount of surprise and embarrassment find me as I let loose of his hair. I didn't even realize I was tugging that hard.

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