Page 24 of Deadly Obsession

NINETEEN

LOLA

TUESDAY

“Fuck me…” I placed the back of my hand to my pounding head and groaned, using the other to push myself up into a sitting position.

I could feel a mattress beneath me. Beneath that , the ground and not the couch I was meant to be sleeping on.

Opening my eyes, I glanced around the room and instantly regretted the quick head turns when my vision blurred.

My arm gave out from behind me and I fell backwards, landing on my side.

I buried my face in my palms and took slow breaths, waiting for the spinning to stop.

I tried to focus on the sound of the light rain outside and snoring somewhere nearby.

Great. My hangover was starting and I was still a little drunk.

Once the room started to settle around me, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. I had no real recollection of how the night had ended. I remembered starting the game, someone getting scared, James going to check outside…

Oh my God, I’d started fucking myself in front of James! But what the fuck happened after that ?

It was then that a hand reached out and gripped my hip, pulling me back into something hard and warm. Pressing against my bare ass.

Oh, fuck, that’s right! I’d ended up fucking James in front of everyone. But what about Sera? Wait…

I sat up in a panic. Looking back over a shoulder to the man whose cock was on my ass right now.

Oh, fuck no!

I felt my stomach twist as my eyes fell on Brian’s face, last night’s festivities returning to my memory. Something I knew I’d never be lucky enough to forget again for as long as I lived.

I’d drunkenly began fucking myself, displaying it all for James, and he’d silently rejected me.

I remembered trying to take more shots, but Brian stopped me.

That was until I’d talked him into taking a body shot of tequila from between my tits.

After that, he’d taken two more, and I was pretty sure the second and third time, he’d licked the salt from my nipples.

Danielle and Jade had passed out on one couch or the other, leaving the two of us totally unsupervised.

Brian never really did it for me. The golden retriever kind of boy was the one you settled down and had babies with. He was not the exciting, live life on the edge and fuck on a Harley while flying down the road at 80 mph kind of guy. That was Mustang.

Regardless of all that, and with the alcohol in my system probably double what he’d downed, I’d decided it was a good idea to just fuck Brian and pretend he was James.

It hadn’t lasted long or more specifically, he hadn’t . I recalled being surprisingly impressed with his dick, though.

Reaching behind my back, I closed my hand around his dick.

It certainly was impressive. He definitely had a few things going for him.

Stroking my thumb over his tip, I continued trying to remember how I’d come to be naked in bed with Brian.

My eyes drifted to the ground beside the mattress, to where a mostly empty bottle of tequila stood. A monument to a fun night.

Yep, that was it.

Brian and I had fallen back onto the mattress with the bottle and a bag of chips. Next thing I knew, he’d poured tequila on the head of his cock as I sucked it off his balls. That was pretty fucking hot, but I had no recollection of whose idea that was.

Then I remembered climbing up and riding him with his back against the couch.

Danielle had been literally only a foot from my face as I’d bounced on Brian’s cock.

It felt fucking amazing at the time, being right up against Danielle as she slept somehow making it even sexier.

But just when I was getting close to reaching my orgasm, I’d realized something was wrong.

His cock had gone soft. The motherfucker had started snoring, and despite me dripping on his cock with my tits in his face, he’d fallen asleep.

I’d tried shaking him, gotten off his lap and started sucking his cock.

I even put my fingers in his ass, for fuck’s sake!

But the fucker was out cold. I’d tried finishing myself off but the frustration and embarrassment had totally killed the mood for me.

Eventually, I must have passed out and he’d scooted back down.

Maybe now he’d stay hard enough for me to get off.

Still lying on my side, I raised my outside leg while collecting a pool of what saliva I could muster onto my tongue.

Damn cottonmouth.

I licked my finger, then lubed myself up before reaching behind my back to help guide the sleepyhead’s big cock right into my pussy.

I slowly started to grind against him, fucking myself with his cock while reaching down and rubbing small, slow circles against my clit.

I closed my eyes and imagined James behind me. Fucking me hard .

No, not James, Mustang. That fucking beast of a man. James was fucking hot, but his persona was the fuel for my best orgasms. It was Mustang’s cock inside me right now. That insanely-imposing mask in the mirror in my mind as he took me from behind. Our eyes meeting as I became his whore.

Just a minute or two in—along with the combination of his cock, my fingers, and my fantasy—and I was already about to come so hard. That was until I heard, “Ah, my Lola,” in that knockoff Henry Cavill voice that I had to admit was sexy.

But nice voice or not, my Mustang fantasy was shattered. I felt soft hands grip my hip, the lack of a rhythm throwing my own off. My frustration took over as I grabbed his wrist, squeezing it tight while urging him not to try doing anything more than he was.

I could totally still salvage this. Just needed to picture Mustang bending me over and fucking me till my soul left my body. Mustang fucking breeding me.

As if reading my mind and just as I began to think I might finally get off, I felt Mr. Bean shoot his load inside me. “Ah, that was so good… Lola, love,” he moaned out slowly. “Wasn’t it?” His words were still so slurred.

Fucking lightweight.

I tried desperately to thrust backwards and get myself to climax but it was useless. Like hitting a light switch, he was off. Cock soft and mouth snoring over my shoulder.

More frustrated than I’d ever been in my life, I got up, almost losing my footing and falling over him.

Once I found my balance, I contemplated kicking him in the dick with all the force required to turn his amazing cock into a smashed hot dog.

But that would be a waste. Maybe he could be trained one day.

So, instead, I thought of something way better.

Fueled by the lingering tequila in my system, frustration, and the embarrassment of this fuck not only falling asleep while inside me but later having the audacity to come before I did, I stepped back till I was standing over his waist. With one hand extended towards him, middle finger up, I relieved myself on him.

The wet sound louder in my ears than I’d thought it’d be.

My eyes flicked over to Danielle and then to Jade, but both were sound asleep.

Lucky bitches could sleep through anything.

A moan caught my attention, and my glare bounced around until it found the source. Beneath me, Brian (who was still asleep somehow) was lying on his back, his eyes shut as he reached beneath the blanket. Likely gripping himself.

Mr. Bean, you do have some taboo kinks after all. Bet you’d let me peg you.

Maybe I could salvage this poor man, given enough time. But who had that kind of patience?

Sighing, I looked around the room till I spotted my oversized Callsign: Mustang hoodie draped over the back of one of the couches.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Stepping over, I pulled the hoodie over my naked body, the hem resting a few inches beneath my ass as my hands slipped into the front pocket, instantly closing around three pre-rolled joints and my lighter.

“Salvation.”

I stepped towards the front door, carefully cracking it open to check the weather outside.

To my delight, it was merely misting and the storm had passed.

However, in the dim moonlight, I could see how muddy it was out there.

The only pair of shoes I had within reach were my old Vans.

I couldn’t resist the urge to slip my feet into James’s cowboy boots.

They were nearly double my size but they were certainly waterproof.

Then I shuffled out the front door as quietly as I could, not wishing to wake up any of the others and risk having to share my weed.

Popping one of the small canisters open, I pulled the blunt out before I’d even made it down the front steps. By the time I reached James’s truck, I’d already had it lit and was finishing my first long inhale. I dropped the tailgate of his truck, jumped on top, and finished blunt number one.

After blunt number two, I was feeling good again.

?Least good enough to go back inside and sleep.

Slipping off the edge of the tailgate, I dropped my hands into my pocket, ensuring I had my last blunt and lighter.

But as soon as my feet hit the ground, my eyes caught on a dark figure looking at me from the tree line, the promise of sunlight making the sky grey behind him.

I narrowed my glare at the tall, intimidating, blurry figure— no, not blurry, that was the weed— as it began to approach me.

“Oh my God,” I whispered aloud when I recognized the half-skull mask with the red slash over the opposite eye.

Fear ignited in my mind, but the inferno that was already burning in my core seemed to fuel my entire existence.

With my hands resting on the edge of the tailgate, I clenched my thighs together, knowing I was holding Brian’s cum inside me.

And suddenly, I was feeling more forgiving.

I was way too dehydrated to properly get wet for my fantasy man.

But Brian’s cum? That would be the perfect lube, and Mustang would think that I was incredibly wet for him.

Then maybe he would wake up and pick me over that cunt Sera.