Page 26 of Dirty Roulette

“I can’t pick a movie if I can’t see.” He chuckles and pulls on one of my fingers.

“No, pick one without looking. You’re driving me insane. We’ll be staring at titles all night at this rate.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“Just pick one.”

“Fine.” He spins his finger and points at the screen, and he finds the most ridiculously corny horror movie out there.

“That’s a good one!” I gush.

“Seriously? ‘Mars Attacks!’?” He looks over his shoulder at my big smile. I bite my bottom lip and nod. We prop up some pillows and the movie starts. After we eat, he places our empty plates on the nightstand.

Every other scene he’s chuckling under his breath because none of it makes sense. The aliens have bulging eyes, their brains pulsate, and it’s the best invention on the planet. He’s laughing hard at laser guns blasting people in half – I don’t think he’s ever even seen this classic 90s spoof.

At some point after sitting adjacent to each other for forty minutes, he leaned his head on top of mine. I wrap an arm across his bare chest and pull one leg over him. He gathers me into his arms and holds me snugly.

A light stroke of his fingers runs down the small of my back. The mere touch from him sends a warm shiver up my spinal cord. I’m hot and sweaty, my vagina is screaming touch me! His hand sears a path down to my thighs. It aches. God, is this how it feels to be horny?

Something must be wrong with me. We’re like this for another ten minutes until I can’t help it anymore.

I glance up at his face. The screen flashes, casting shadows on all his rugged features.

I gulp, lean in slightly, and peck his cheek.

My lips stay there, hovering close to his mouth.

His eyes turn away from the movie, and he gives me a layered look.

A hand brushes over the crease of my neck, and it glides down my chest until he reaches the seam of my crop top and pushes it up.

I think my brain shut off. He’s taking a handful of my breasts.

Ryder’s breath quickens and his lips hover over mine. His pupils dilate as he squeezes and my nipples turn hard. He tugs and unfastens the one button on my shorts.

Oh, my. He’s got experience, and I’m clueless. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Stop talking. Shut up, now! That’s not sexy at all. Shut up before you make his dick go limp.

“I can show you.” He unzips the shorts, breathing harder when his hand slides between my thighs, and he rubs them against my panties.

Ryder is touching me. I’m a statue, not moving.

Payton, do something. He’s not going to get a boner with you lying there like a dead body.

He hesitates when he stretches the elastic.

His fingers slip inside my panties, and uncover a tight bundle of nerves I never knew existed.

I gasp as his fingers massage me in a slow circle.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, with our mouths an inch apart.

I bite my bottom lip. “Mhm...” is the only thing that manages to break out of my windpipes. With one pull, my shorts are on the floor. His lips brush against mine as he says, “I’ll go slow...” His gaze rivets on my face, then moves over my body slowly.

“Okay.” I coil my fingers around his hair and plant another peck on the side of his mouth.

His hand stretches the seam of my panties, and they’re gone too.

I’m burning up, my face in flames as his fingers rub in a gentle rhythm.

A bolt of electricity sizzles up into my chest and my breath is stolen right out of my lungs.

Oh god, that’s his penis. It’s hard and rubs against my leg.

My brain goes haywire because I’ve never touched one, or seen one, in my entire existence.

Never mind. Scratch that. I’ve watched porn, but this is a front-row seat.

Oh, and the locker room. I forgot about that.

But it’s Ryder’s. Holy shit, it’s Ryder’s.

I’m breathing harder into his mouth and my groin is grinding in his hand as he strokes faster.

I want him to kiss me, but the only thing I manage to do is breathe out his name. “Ryder.” And he crashes into my lips, his tongue brushing the roof of my mouth.

Something intense and foreign grows ready to explode at any second. I keep losing the feeling, and it comes back slightly stronger. I’m desperate and I moan into his mouth.

My brain melts when my fingertips reach the seam of his sweatpants and graze his tip. His hardness is impossible to ignore. He pushes the fabric down past his hips and guides my hands to his length.

“I’ve never...” He pushes my hair to the side, sending it over a shoulder, and kisses my neck.

He whispers into my ear. “Like this.” Guiding my hand, he shows me the movements and how to rub over the tip.

“Now go a little faster,” he breathes into my mouth, and I nod.

I closed a hand around his erection, tracing each vein as I massaged him. Holy hell, his skin is soft.

“Fuck... like that.” He kisses the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat and sucks hard on my neck in between his groans.

“Shit...” He says and continues where he left off, rubbing my gem. Right at that moment, I’m in heaven. There is no way I can think straight. All I can process is his groaning, my slit sopping wet, and the rough texture of his fingers sending me over the edge.

He’s thrusting into my closed fist. “That feels good.” We are both breathing hard, our tongues lapping. He’s cursing and sucking on my neck. I don’t have the slightest clue how I am even breathing.

I’m boiling over, drowning in my own skin as the sensations come rippling back. It scatters like electricity. “Oh my...” It pours out of me, and I’m squirming all over the place like I need to escape from the feeling. I can’t think straight and I’m panting.

“That’s it, cutie. Come for me.”

“Don’t stop, oh my god.” I thrust into his hand, and I’m high off the climax. “Ryder.” He brushes his lips along mine and I jerk him faster.

“Coming...” He groans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

Ryder Henderson is hot as hell having an orgasm from my virgin self.

I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. His charcoal eyes look deep into mine, like he’s in love.

His thrusting slows down and he begins to quiver.

“Fuck, Payton.” He spills out on top of my hands, shaking all over.

And... I forgot about that part. Semen. All over my fingers, but I’m still going, stroking his length. I haven’t let go.

“Payton,” He laughs. “Oh god stop. It’s sensitive.

” I let go. He pecks me on the lips before getting up to grab a Kleenex on the nightstand to wipe off my hands and the leftovers on his length.

I’m trying to simmer down, but the movie credits roll over his computer screen.

My heart jolts and my pulse pounds. I became instantly awake, fully aware of my surroundings.

Then the unholiness sinks with the realization of what I just did with him.

I find my undies and shorts, button and zip them up. “I should get going...” I say.

“Umm yeah...”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I kiss him on the cheek before I leave the bedroom in a hurry.

***

The next morning, I rolled into the bathroom, wishing I was run over by a car.

The mirror paints a canvas on my neck, displaying a perfect bruise with haunting shades of purple and pink.

I scrounge around my makeup bag, lathering the spot with primer and foundation.

The blender needs to be fired by the HR department because it’s offending my very soul by not covering up this hickey.

Nothing I do seems to fix my current situation.

Pulling my hair in front of my shoulder doesn’t even hide the evidence clear as day. A judge would even say I’m guilty.

“Hurry up! Other people need to shower!” Someone pounds on the door. I hate communal bathrooms – it’s always a fight for who goes next. I’m out of time and energy, and wasting a bottle of foundation won’t spare me now.

I gather my things and unlock the door. When it opens, Brittni runs her fingers over her cherry lipstick like she got done sucking someone off.

The bitch lives in the sorority, not the dorms, and yet she’s here at six in the morning shooting me an arsenal look.

She pulls a strand of my hair aside and a chuckle comes out from her mouth.

“How cute...” She pushes her shoulder into me and shoves me out of the bathroom before slamming the door behind me.

Oh no. She saw the hickey. If she spotted it covered up with a pound of makeup, then Charlie would definitely figure out her brother is sucking on my neck. I rush back to the dorm room, and Charlie’s gone, her sheets all over the floor with her dirty clothes.

I slam open the closet, plowing through the shirts for something to cover my neck. It hits like a hurricane. She’ll rip me limb from limb and crucify me on an inverted cross.

One word, and without any doubt, she will move out of the dorm. I’m such a liar. The label makes my ears ring and bleed at the same time. She tells me all her dark secrets and the thought digs deeper into my heart and shatters it like glass.

If I sit there and lose my virginity to Ryder, nothing about him and I will ever be the same.

It’ll be a miracle we stay friends, but I know guys.

He’ll treat me like a dog and its bones.

His teeth will rip the marrow and building blocks of who I am and bury it in the backyard where it’s gone and forgotten.

Everything beautiful about Ryder makes me unstable, and he’s the death of any peace of mind remaining within me.

If it was any other guy in the world, I’d confess to her how it feels.

I’d do anything to spill the tea about my first time doing naughty things with a guy.

I’m sure the firing neurons rampaging up my spine was how she described an orgasm.

But it was her brother. It was his hands, his lips.

It was her goddamn unholy brother. There aren’t any words to narrate it, but our friendship will go out of frame once a hole is cut through the center with the truth.