Moore to Lose (17 page)

Lyle looked down at Mia’s glistening Brazilian waxed pussy. “Rub my clit and get me hot and then go down on me.” He stood looking at her. “Do you want to fuck me?” He nodded vigorously. “Then do as I say.” He had manipulated the situation and now he was going to play by her rules.

Spreading the soft lips of her pussy, he ran two fingers up her slit, dipping them in and rubbing the wetness all over her clit. When she began to moan, he dipped his head down and spread her wide with both hands. Making the tip of his tongue pointy, he licked into her as deeply as he could go, pulling out to lick her clit and suck on it until it hardened in his mouth. Letting his teeth graze her firm clit, he sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

Mia threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed him in deeper into her pussy. “Suck me,” she moaned, as she began to ride his face. Nothing else mattered but getting herself off on his face. Riding it furiously, she pressed it harder into her pussy. There was nothing in the entire universe but the nerve endings in her pussy and she had one single goal. One mind-blowing orgasm in this crazy, fucked up, drugged out state. Mia had been stoned many times in her life — but nothing felt like this. Whatever was in that second joint, the secret stash, was something she had never experienced before. This was the word euphoria personified. And right now euphoria existed only one place in the universe — her pussy. “Lick me, I said. If you want to fuck me, you need to eat me until I come and then you can fuck me anyway you want to.” She didn’t care what he did to her at that point, as long as he gave her one mind-blowing, stoned orgasm. After that, she’d just ride the high and go with it because there was no option to get off the ride.

That was all Lyle needed to hear. He grabbed Mia by the ass, burying his face deep in her pussy and licking, sucking and nipping, spreading her wide open and sucking her clit until her legs clasped around his head and she started to quake.

“My turn now,” he roared. “Now guys can jerk off to me fucking you.” He pulled Mia off the table and led her back into the living room where he bent her over a chair in front of the window. Foreplay was over. He slapped her ass hard and she moaned. “Spread,” he demanded and she complied. With one swift thrust, his unimpressive cock was buried deeply inside of her.

She’d been so lost in the sensation of Lyle eating her pussy on the table that neither one of them heard his business partner, Nick, enter the apartment. Bent over the chair, Mia was focused on Lyle’s cock ramming into her from behind. Opening her eyes as she moaned, she felt her body jolt with surprise as she saw handsome gym rat Nick just feet away from her, cock in hand jerking off while he watched his partner fuck her.

Mia’s eyes locked with Nick’s. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she watched him. In his hands was by far the biggest cock Mia had ever seen in her life. No longer was she focused on Lyle pounding into her, now her eyes and thoughts were transfixed on Nick’s huge cock as she wondered what it would feel like to fuck him. “I want to fuck you,” she mouthed to him. “Tonight.” His mouth opened, as if to say something, but only a moan emerged as he came. Mia endured the rest of Lyle’s endless pounding.

At midnight, there was a knock at Mia’s door. She had been stalking around her apartment like a caged animal. Grabbing her deep red satin robe, she wrapped it around herself, tying it loosely. Looking through the peephole, she immediately felt turned-on as she saw Nick standing there. She unlocked the door. He grabbed her by her hair and kissed her roughly, his tongue deep in her mouth. He lifted her so that her legs straddled him and walked down the hall toward her bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, she shrugged out of her robe and let it puddle on the bed. Stepping out of his jeans and boxers, he stood at the edge of the bed and Mia came over on her hands and knees and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. The girth was so wide she was not able to get much more past the crown into her mouth. Licking and nibbling the head, she stroked him with both hands until he was rock hard.

Mia took Nick’s hand and pulled him onto the bed, where she straddled and mounted him. She sank as low onto his cock as she possibly could, greedily taking in inch after stretching inch. She wanted to know what it felt like to have as much of this impossibly large cock inside of her. The pleasurable sensation bordered on pain that she wanted more of and she began to ride him furiously, trying to get him deeper with each stroke. Nick reached up and grabbed Mia by the hips and rammed her down on him. She gasped loudly. And he did it again. And she screamed.

“Take it, Bitch,” and at his words, Mia rammed herself down harder as if it were a challenge.

“Does he know you’re here?”

Nick smiled and shook his head, “No.”

“What would he think?”

“He’d be pissed. He told me that I wasn’t allowed to touch you unless he was there, and only then for his pleasure, to watch us.”

“So, he likes watching you fuck other women?” Mia was intrigued as she rode Nick. While she knew that she was still high as a kite, and all of her sensations were magnified, her brain was starting to feel like it was attached to her body again.

“He does, but not usually his women.”

Mia stopped moving and looked down at Nick laying beneath her, like a big gorgeous stallion. “I’m not his woman.”

“You’ve been his fantasy for a long, long time. He’s not going to want to give that up.”

Mia looked down between her legs and wrapped her fingers around the portion of his cock that was not inside of her, “And I’m not going to want to give this up. Don’t make me,” and with that she squeezed him as tight as she could and began to ride him hard.

Waking up the next afternoon, Mia had never had a headache so blinding. She wondered with what the hell that second joint that Lyle lit up had been laced. Coke? Heroin? Had she really just fucked two men in one night? In all her pot smoking years, she had never been so uninhibited and out of control. What the hell was in that second joint? (And was Nick’s cock really that big or was that a hallucination?).

She rolled over and grabbed her cell off of her night table and dialed.

“Silver? Are you ok?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Mia pushed her unruly curls from her face. “I think I’m really fucked up, Rob. On some level, I don’t really care what happens to me.”

“What’s bringing this on, Mia?”

“I got high with my neighbor last night and I think he probably laced it with something. I ended up having sex with him. His business partner came in, watched us, and came over my apartment later and I fucked him, too.” Mia was now sitting up in the middle of her bed. A frown on her face as she recounted the events of the evening.

“Shit, Mia. You are definitely acting out. Is it over Sheehan?”

“I’m sure that’s a part of it on some level. I couldn’t control him having sex with other women. And while I gave him the illusion of control sexually, I never actually handed the control over to him. But I like doing things that are bad for me, Rob. I get off on it and then I feel like shit and I just do some more.”

“Are you going to forever punish yourself for being raped?” Rob sounded defeated.

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“There are healthier ways to know that you’re alive and can still feel, Mia. You need to find them or you need to finally find a good therapist.”

“But Rob, I want to do it again. Well, maybe not both of them in the same room again, but definitely one of them.”

“Of course you do, Mia. The edge is the only place you currently feel alive.” Rob Ryan was so fucking smart. What Mia didn’t know was that Rob Ryan was scared for his friend. Very scared. He was afraid to think about what more she had to lose before she could start putting the shards of all that had been shattered back together again.

Hanging up the phone with Rob, Mia thought about her last conversation with Tom and what she told him she needed and wanted. Someone who would love her, treat her right. If she thought she was far from that goal with Tom, she had just self-piloted the Concord right off of the flight path.

With a groan, Mia pulled the blankets over her aching head. The stark brightness of daylight was too painful.

“BBC, are you still asleep?” Just listening to Seth’s voice hurt and she groaned at him. “It’s 6 P.M. Are you sick or something?”

“I just had a really rough night,” she pulled the cover over her head again.

“I’m afraid to ask.”

“Suffice it to say it involved two men and a lot of drugs.”

Seth gasped, “BBC, I am shocked.”

“Yeah, well by the light of day, I’m kind of shocked, too.”

“Don’t leave me hanging, Bitch. Did you go to some neighborhood bar and pick up some more boys?” Seth would needle her until he got every last detail. Resistance was futile.

“No. It was the guys down the hall.”

“The creepy one and the hot Mafia looking dude?”

Mia was picturing Seth’s face, his eyes wide, perched on the edge of his chair. “The very same.”

“And you fucked them both?” His voice went up an octave.

“Ugh. Yes.”

“Together?”

“No.” Mia sounded appalled and immediately she thought, “I am such a damn hypocrite.”

“One after the other?”

“Like hours later.” Mia rolled her eyes at herself, as if waiting hours made it all right. Geesh, she was a mess.

“Seriously, Mia?” Even Seth was shocked and it took a lot to shock Seth Shapiro.

“We got high and I think there was more than just pot in the second joint. I’m pretty sure it must’ve been laced with coke, because to say I was wired and uninhibited does not even begin to describe what happened last night.” Mia padded into the bathroom and under the harsh glow of the vanity light she groaned upon seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

“Well, are you up for coming to Limelight with me and Rory tonight?”

“I guess so.” Mia continued to stare at her face in the mirror. Except for looking a little burned out, she still looked like the same person.

“Do you want to meet us there around eleven?”

“Yeah, ok. I’m going back to bed now.” She was already under the covers.

She heard the knocking on the door and with a groan got out of bed again and made her way down the hall. Looking through the peephole, she could see Nick in the hall. “I’m not ready for this,” she thought, but opened the door anyway.

He greeted her with a sexy smile. This man looked dangerous and even if he wasn’t carrying a gun, she knew he was packing some serious heat. She’d met that pistol head on (or at least she thought she had — although she was seriously hoping it was just a drug induced hallucination).

Pizza box in hand, “Hey, Lyle and I were just about to have pizza. Want to join?”

Pizza? What the fuck, Mia thought. “Did I fuck you last night or did I hallucinate that?”

His smile was slow. “Did that feel like a hallucination to you?” It wasn’t until that moment that Mia realized how sore she felt.

“Oh God,” she covered her face with her hands.

“Are you embarrassed?” He laughed.

“More like mortified.” Mia couldn’t look him in the face. “Nick, what did I smoke last night? The joints in the box. What’s in them?”

Nick stepped forward into Mia’s apartment and put the pizza down on her dining room table. Mia sat down on the couch and he sat down next to her. Crossing her arms over her chest, her body language clearly showed her discomfort in having him so close.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” She was surprised that he was so perceptive in reading the situation. Or was she just that obvious?

“I know.” But the anxiety in her voice was palpable.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” He took her face by the chin and tilted it up. Mia was surprised to see concern in his eyes.

“I fucked your friend. You watched. Jerked off. And then I fucked you. That is so far past my normal boundaries and clearly you don’t have any.” She wanted him to let go of her chin, but he wasn’t going to let her off so easy.

“And you didn’t like that?” His proximity was disturbing. His full lips distracting.

“I did. At the time. But I was seriously wasted and you haven’t answered my question, Nick. What drugs did I do last night?” Mia was becoming visibly upset.

Nick shook his head. “I don’t know what was in what you smoked with Lyle. He rolled it. Based on what went down, it’s pretty safe to assume you were smoking coke last night.”

Mia pulled her face away from his grasp. “I told him I didn’t want to do coke.”

Nick reached over and smoothed down her hair. “He wanted you, Mia. Smoking coke is one of those things that makes people extremely sexually uninhibited. It was his best shot with you.”

“Son of a bitch.” Mia snarled. “Well, I can guarantee you that is never going to happen again.”

“And what about us? Will we happen again?”

Mia cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. “Nick, you jerked off watching your friend fuck me.” By the light of day, none of this seemed very hot anymore.

“Yeah and you looked at me and told me you wanted me to fuck you while he was fucking you.” He had no trouble making eye contact.

“I was fucked up, thanks to your buddy.”

“Mia, we were all fucked up.”

Mia put her face in her hands and let out a primal scream.

Nick started to laugh.

“You think this is funny?” Mia stood abruptly. She could feel the heat rising in her face.

“I think it would be a lot easier if you just said to yourself, “Damn, we were fucked up last night and that was one wild time,” and stop beating yourself up with guilt. C’mon, wasn’t it a little bit fun?” His beautiful full lips broke into a smile and it was hard not to think about what they felt like crushed against hers.

“I don’t want to fuck him again.” Mia was not going to give Nick the satisfaction of knowing that part of her was very turned on by how “bad” she had been with them. Lyle grossed her out, but controlling him was a powerful feeling.

Nick stood up and reached a hand out to Mia. “C’mon, come eat pizza with us.”