Page 10 of One Twisted Lie

Chapter 6

Carter

I might hate Ozymandias, but I don’t hate his idea. This rave is fucking amazing.

He made good on his promise and we’re all rolling. I don’t know how he manages to always find drugs wherever he goes, but I’ll thank him for it later. The crowd is pushing against me, my body is consumed like a wave in the ocean, and I welcome it. There’s sweat all over my bare chest, my hair is a mess, and I’m sticky from the several drinks spilled on me, but I’m too high to care.

This is exactly what I needed. I’ve been working on my program nonstop for the past few days, and I’ve been so fucking stressed out. Father keeps calling me about it, and I think it’s making my brain short-circuit.Thisis what I need. A night out to just enjoy myself, to brush away his expectations, and be high as fuck while I do it.

I look over to my right and smile when I see Avery and Sebastian dancing. They must have made up at some point, and I can’t help but be happy about it. Sebastian is an asshole, but Avery looks like he’s the happiest guy on the planet. I sigh. I have my doubts about Sebastian, so I’ll keep my eye on him. But if Avery wants to be blinded by love, let him. I know Magnus and Daniel are here somewhere, but I haven’t seen them in a while. The last I saw, Magnus’s tongue was down Daniel’s throat and impending heartbreak was in the air.

Why am I the only one that can see this shit?

I’m pulled out of my concern for my friends when a pretty redhead approaches me. She’s hot as fuck—big tits, juicy ass, and red lips—totally my type. Without any words, she places her hands on my hips, shaking her body to the movement of the music, and I follow suit. I can already tell she’s feeling me. I don’t want to get a big head, but when I spare girls a glance—which is rare because I’m normally too busy—they don’t say no. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to. My lips meet hers in a sloppy, erotic blur. Her hands are wandering, reaching for my belt, playing with my happy trail, and I grow hard.

But then my attention is pulled away.

Appearing like a demon from behind her is Ozymandias. He stands there staring at us for a minute, doing nothing but watching us dance. When the redhead spots him, one of her hands reaches back, inviting him to dance with us, and I’m powerless to tell her no. Ozymandias hesitates, but after a moment, takes her hand and joins us. He’s pressed up against her back while I’m grinding against her front. There’s a weird and thick tension in the air. None of us are talking, just letting our bodies speak for ourselves, and all three of our bodies want sex.

She stands on her tiptoes, lips brushing against my ear. “You are cute. I am looking for a good time, yes?”

Her thick accent is hot, and I nod with a smirk. I can get down with this. I was looking for a quick fuck tonight anyway. I go to pull her away from Ozymandias and leave this weird experience behind, but she stops me. She turns to him and does the same thing, getting dangerously close and speaking to him in a hushed whisper. His eyes bulge out of their sockets, and he looks like he’s about to shake his head.

“I asked him if he would join us,” she tells me, linking all three of our hands together. “I do not think your friend likes the idea.”

I raise my brows at this. Fuck, I’m horny. I don’t give a shit if Ozymandias joins us or not. As long as I get some tonight, I’ll be happy. I throw him a look, a cross between a smirk and a sneer because of course he would turn this down just because of this unusual sexual thing we have going on. There’s a dare in my eye as I look him up and down. I bring the girl close to my chest, my hand wandering down to pet her ass as I come up to him.

“You scared, princess?” I ask teasingly, nipping at his earlobe and chuckling when he shudders.

He stares daggers at me, violently wiping my saliva off his ear. He looks at the girl wrapped around me, watches my hands on her, and then looks back at me. “Fine. Just don’t fucking touch me.”

I shake my head. “Trust me. By the end of this,you’llbe touchingme.” I look down at the girl with a soft smile. “We’re in.”

“Amazing,” she says, grabbing Ozymandias’s hands. Then she frowns. “Is there somewhere we can go?”

“Don’t worry,” he says, wrapping an arm around her waist as he gestures over to the corner of the club. “I’ll take care of it.”

He disappears for a few minutes, leaving me and the redhead dancing and making out as we wait. When he comes back, he has a determined look on his face and a set of keys in his hand. He leads us over to a dark part of the club, in front of a set of metal double doors. For a second, I think he really might kill me this time, but when he opens the door, a small room is revealed. It has a large bed in the center with velvet sheets and mirrors all over one wall. There’s a dim blue hue that lights up the room, giving it a neon-like appearance. There’s a bottle of lube sitting on a table in the center of the room with a bowl of condoms beside it.

Of course, Ozymandias can find and get his hands on keys to a sex room in a random Swede club.

As I close and lock the door behind the three of us, the girl stands in the center of the room and plays with the hem of her crop top. “What do you want us to do?”

Both the girl and Ozymandias—although he looks begrudgingly so—are looking at me expectantly, waiting for my instruction. How am I automatically in charge? I have no idea how to initiate a threesome. But I have to admit, I like the power. I like that their eyes are on me and that they’re motionless with anticipation. It gives me a sharp thrill, to be in charge and be in a position where my word is apparently law.

It also helps that, while the girl’s eyes are filled with anticipation, Ozymandias’s eyes are filled with nerves. It’s the same thing I saw when he gave me a blowjob and when I had him pressed up against the tree. He hates how much he wants this.

This gives me some confidence.

“Strip,” I command, already going for my belt buckle. I pause when only the girl starts undressing and up-nod at Ozymandias. “Both of you.”

They do and…damn. Yeah, the girl is hot. She’s got these big breasts that are somehow perky with pretty pink nipples, a toned stomach with a pierced belly button, and legs for days. She’s definitely my type and she’s definitely doing it for me, but she’s not what takes my breath away.

Because Ozymandias…fuck. I’ve never seen someone like him. He’s got a six-pack that only seems real on male models in fitness magazines with a deep and dramatic V that leads to a thick cock that’s nestled in a thatch of dark hair. His legs are toned as if he goes to the gym every single day. His arms…our uniforms are doing him a disservice because they’re bulging with muscles.

He’s like a fucking work of art, the perfect male specimen people want to carve into a statue. I hate that I’m thinking it, but it’s a simple truth. There’s no way I’m fucking straight because I find my dick hardening even further just looking at him.

I push away these confusing feelings when the girl approaches me, dragging Ozymandias behind her. She reaches up and wraps her dainty hand around my neck, bringing me down so my lips meet hers. It’s a soft and gentle kiss. She tastes like strawberries. It’s sweet and smooth and sensual. When she turns her head, Ozymandias’s lips are right there beside hers and she kisses the corner of his mouth. Before I know it, she’s pulling me forward until my lips land on his.

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