Page 62 of Dirty Roulette

I stand there with the bottle and Payton steps into the doorway, her head leaning against the doorframe as I twist open the cap and flip it, letting all of it bubble out of the rim and down the drain.

My mouth dries as it swirls around until the bottle drips its last drop, all of it gurgles and disappears.

Payton closes the door behind her and locks it.

She plops down on the toilet seat as I kick off my boxer briefs and yank the curtain aside, turning on the dial and stepping in.

Hot water rains along my neck as I lean my head against the icy cold tile.

It takes every atom of me not to break back down.

Brody is the mouth of the wolf, Payton has the precious eyes of a lamb, and my sister is greeted with flames engulfing the gates of hell.

I press my palms against my eyes, holding in the pain burning to escape. A heavy breath gets sucked back into my lungs, where I bury it deep in my chest cavity. When I pull myself together, I manage to wash my hair, and comb out the sweat and grease.

The shower curtain yanks against the metal bar above. Payton peeks her head in, the rest of her is in shadow on the other side.“You have cute muscles on your butt.”

I can’t stop a laugh from flying out, and the silly grin on her face leaves me in a trance. There is some type of chemical she injects into my bloodstream. It’s freeing for those three seconds. I’m not thinking about anything but her. She’s got her hooks in me, reeling me in.

“Get in...” I say with a cheeky grin.

She lifts a shoulder to her cheek. “Really? You want me to shower with you?”

“Yeah, or go get naked, maybe wear your best Friday underwear for me and go lay on my bed.”

“My best Friday underwear? Okay, what are you going to wear for me, then?”

“Whatever I want to...”

“Maybe – just maybe – I was wearing Friday underwear. ” She holds up her panties with a cynical smile, and there it is. “Friday” stitched onto the purple garment. She leans over the tub to the bottles of body wash on the opposite side, and she is all skin, nothing else.

“Fuck... Payton...” She’s gorgeous with nothing on, and I’m begging my blood not to run down to my dick.

“What are you going to wear, hmm?” One of the bottles plops onto the dingy shower mat from her two fingers struggling to grab it. “Gonna put on some old Fruit of the Loom boxers and rock my world?”

Her fingertips snag one of the bottles, and she pumps the soap into her hand. She hurdles a leg in the shower and steps in. The soap lathers in her palms and with flat hands she starts at my shoulder blades and traces them down my chest, the suds not missing a single inch.

“Ahh, look at the cute little guy down there.” She stares at my junk, wiggling her fingers.

I turn my back against her and rinse off her attempt to bathe me.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes!”

Her tiny hands circle around my back, barely being able to interlock together as she squeezes me. She peppers me with kisses, and a shiver runs down my entire body. I turn around in the shower watching my steps so I don’t slip.

I catch her chin between my thumb and index finger, tilting her head up so I can look into her eyes.

“I’m going to ask you a million times, but are you sure?

I...” Before I can finish my sentence her head shoots up and her lips find mine.

I cup the back of her head and go for more.

My tongue prods the seam of her lips. She parts them on command, and while I swirl my tongue over hers, she gives out a desperate moan that vibrates through my bloodstream.

I haven’t kissed her in weeks, and I didn’t think I would miss someone this much. She molded her lips to mine and this is the best kiss of my entire life. My body inches closer, and hers does the same until our wet skin flushes against each other.

I retreat, nibbling her lower lips and pecking her along her jaw. I reach her neck and she slants her head so my mouth can latch onto her flesh, sucking and nibbling down on her skin. A whimper escapes from her mouth and her body rocks against mine.

I tighten my grip on a handful of hair, pulling it gently as I breathe into her neck and leave a trail of kisses until I reach for her lips, her mouth opening for me to pour myself in.

I feel her hands pull my hips against hers and somehow she gets me to pin her against the tile as the shower patters on us.

I remove my hand from the back of her head and graze my hands first down to her breasts and then to her waist, pulling her somehow even closer.

She doesn’t protest, just brushes her hips against my groin.

Our breaths are coming out in harsh bursts.

She whimpers into my mouth with her fingers digging into my lower back.

When we have a chance to breathe she moans,“Sebastian.” Just that single word is enough fuel for me to get hard.

Forget drinking, she’s giving me a better buzz than any liquor on the face of this planet. It's difficult to pull away, even more difficult than the cravings I have for the sweet vanilla taste of Hennessy skidding down my throat. She’s better than any of it.

Her hands find their way to nestle into my hair. I put both of my hands underneath her hips and lifted her up, so she could feel how hard she’s made me. She cups my face, her hips rubbing up and down my shaft.

I have to force myself to stop kissing her and whisper against her lips, “We aren’t going to make it back to the bedroom if we don’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop,” She pecks me on the lips, “I want you right now.” She shivers as I squeeze her hips and she tangles her legs around my waist as the tip of my dick runs over her slick opening and along her sweet clit. The water is turning lukewarm, slowly going cold.

“It’s going to hurt. I can’t. Not here.” I take her lips, only having a few seconds of breathing before her tongue laps the roof of my mouth. She kisses me just as hard, hungry and wanting more with each stroke. “The water is getting cold,” I mumble into her mouth as she bites my bottom lip.

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispers between our lips interlocking, and this time everything down there aches.

“It’s not going to...” I breathe the words into her mouth, “but we gotta get out.”

“You promise...” she bites my bottom lips with a kiss.

“Promise what, cutie...” Another kiss, her tongue tangled and mixed with mine. I’m not even breathing at this point.

“To make love to me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I have to pull away.

I ease her down until her soft feet find the tub floor, and I turn off the dial.

Payton pulls the curtain aside and instantly goosebumps prickle every inch of her arms. She grabs the clean towel on the counter wrapping it around herself.

When I step out dripping wet, her pupils dilate and look sleepy.

There is something different about her gaze.

Those eyes bore into me like she was really looking at me for the first time.

My soul in its entirety was thrown into a glass house for her to do whatever she pleases.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Stop asking me that.” Her head falls to my biceps, pecking me with her lips.

“Come on.” I wrap the towel hanging on the rack around my waist and I crack open the bathroom door. Frigid air meets my face, with water skidding down my cheeks.

Interlocking my fingers with hers, we race into my room, and I lock the door behind me.

Taking in a deep breath, I unplug my cell from the charger, swallowing hard as I switch on the camera.

A painful thump in my chest boils down to my stomach, as the red button for the video stares at me like the forbidden tree holding the fruit that cursed me here to begin with.

I press the button, and the seconds beat red on the screen like my heart.

The steps I take are heavy as I prop the phone on my dresser, where there is a clear view of the bed.

Payton leans into my ear. “I’m going to play some music.

..” Soft lips kiss me on the cheek as she finds my Bluetooth speaker, fiddling with it and her phone.

It’s not too loud to give it away to Jared and Nick what we are up to. The bass pounds, the guitar plays heavy chords, and the vocalist’s voice is deep, haunting, and ethereal. I think my soul left my body.

“Who’s this?” I ask.

“Sleep Token... they say it’s baby-making music.”

She empties my lungs with those words and chuckles.

When I turn to her, the flame of the candle in the room flickers in her irises.

I swallow the rock stuck in my throat. She shimmies out of the wet towel, and it plops to the floor.

My hard-on might stab a hole through my towel.

She breaks my brain, and it turns into complete mush.

Wet uncombed hair drips down her hard pink nipples and down her pale skin.

I’ve never loved someone like this. My chest cavity might burst with how hard she makes my heart beat.

It doesn’t beat like this for anyone; it beats like this for her, and it is different from any girl ever looking in my direction.

My thumb rests on the bottom of her swollen, rosy lips. “I love you, I can’t stop saying it. I love you so much.” Not wanting to waste another second, I kiss her again. Both of my hands coil around her neck and into her wet hair, as she lets me sink in against her dripping body.

My towel falls on its own to the floor, and we walk in reverse. I don’t remember my nerves ever sky-rocketing in every direction like this. I’m nervous. I can’t untangle myself from the thoughts of wanting to make her feel like she’s in heaven but also wanting to not hurt her at the same time.

You know how you don’t go to Denny’s but wind up there with twenty dollars in your pocket and a broken life at two in the morning? If she runs away because I fuck up this moment, I’m going to wind up being that guy. Every day.

Moonlight bleeds into the room, bathing her pale, flawless skin as I stretch her out on the sheets.

I easily wedge myself between her legs. She brushes her wet opening along my length, and I groan.

With one hand, I massage her perfect breasts, and my lips tease her other taut pink nipple, rolling them with my tongue.

Payton’s hips begin to thrash against me.

My lips trail up her collarbone to her neck and bite down on the sweet spot that makes her heartbeat noticeable through her artery. Branding her neck seems to be my trademark. Her hips rock as I touch her, and I’m deliberate as I press my length hard against her. “You’re so beautiful.”

Sitting up slightly, I wrap my hands around her hips, sliding her to the edge of the bed, and I drop down to my knees.

Something has taken over me. My head leans against her inner thigh, my heart hurting as I brush a hand on her silky skin. Perfection has always been in front of me for over a decade.

Exploding opal eyes eat me up. She steals all the oxygen particles from my lungs. They bore at me with a rawness I can’t shake off. I grasp her hips, and steady her before peppering the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with kisses and slowly go down, not missing a single inch of her skin.

The second my tongue strokes in and out over her opening, she moans out, “Sebastian.” I’ve never liked to be called by my first name, but hearing it with her breathless voice makes me hope she never stops.

Her legs already tangle me into a headlock.

“You’re gonna make me...” Every long, lazy lick summons a whimper, a moan, her breathy sighs, and my name coming off of her lips.

My brain goes hazy, and I see black dots.

She’s going to make me explode just from the way she sounds.

Her legs clamp down on my head, with her back arching. I pull away.

“No..no! Don’t stop!” she begs as I drag my tongue along my lips, and she’s all I can taste.

“Oh, cutie, we’ve barely started.” I spread her thighs back open, kissing her skin, licking a trail back to her sweet opening.

“Oh my god.” She moans, pushing her hips into my face as she continuously breathes out my name in heavy bursts.

I catch her clit, drawing my lips to suckle her, lick her, teasing it with my tongue until she makes that sweet sound under her breath.

She digs her fingers into the sheets, rocking into my face.

Her thighs wrestle me back into that chokehold.

I’m unable to breathe as I suck on her and attempt to open her legs a bit for me to take a breath, but it’s too late.

She’s climaxing. Her little whimpers force my heartbeat to drop to my dick, and it throbs.

When her shudders calm down, I trail my lips over her thighs again before I pick myself up.

Crawling on the bed, I hover over her and run a thumb on her crimson cheeks. My lips brush a gentle kiss across her forehead like I’ve done every summer, every holiday, every time I saw her since eighth grade.

Leaning over, I pull open the drawer on my nightstand. The golden box fumbles in my hand, and I tear it open. The rope of condoms unfolds and I take one off, rip it open with my teeth, and hand it to her.

Both brows of hers lift with a sweet giggle. “Ultra ribbed.”

“For her pleasure.” I smile and peck her on the lips.

She pulls out the condom and tosses the wrapper on the floor.

With an elbow, she props herself up, studying it too hard in her fingertips.

“Like this...” I brush my hand along hers and guide her fingers so it unrolls smoothly over my length.

The nervous giggles match my trembling hands clenching her ass.

I lift her, and her slender legs grip my hips.