Shattered Hart (9 page)

When
I realize that the hand that is working my cock is the
same
hand that
wa
s drenched in Brooke’s arousal,
I
get even harder
,
knowing that a little of her is now on my
aching dick
.
 

Dragging my hand from my cock
,
I bring it to my face and inhale.
  Every nerve in my body
contracts in agony as I breathe in her scent before I slide my fingers in to my mouth and suck, tas
ting the flavor of her
on my fingers. 

Throwing my head back
,
I groan as I take my cock back in to my fist and start jerking it faster and faster. 
In my mind’s eye
I see Brooke’s face as she came all over my hand, her cunt flooding my fingers.  My cock and my brain connect as one in a release so powerful my toes curl. 

The silence of the room
is shattered
by the sound of her name when I yell it out as
rope after rope of cum jets on to my stomach.
I’m covered in
cum
laying here and
wishing
I’d been able to flood her hot cunt with it.
Just
thinking of
her wet pussy
makes me crazy,
and
I feel myself start to get hard again. 

Fisting my lengthening cock, I gently start to work my way up and down again.  I run my fingers through the cum I spurted on my stomach and rub it all over my aching shaft, groaning at the sensation of my cock in my tight wet fist.

I wish so badly that my fist was Brooke’s pussy, and im
agining that it is makes me grip
myself h
arder as I start to jack myself
faster
.
Closing my eyes,
I picture her spread wide below
me as I pound in
to her delicious warmth, wet and wild as she meets me thrust for thrust.

Sliding
my left hand down my body, I reach
my hand under my cock and start to rub my balls. 
The added sensation is amazing, and
I growl as I imagine Brooke licking and sucking my aching
balls.
 
T
hat fucking mouth
of hers!
  Brooke is
a
phenomenal kisser,
and
I know she would give
great
head.

I’m panting now as I chant her name in to the silence of my bedroom, jerking my cock harder and harder. 
Closing my eyes
,
I connect with the moment that she came around my fingers again
as
I
erupt a
gain
.
 
My body arches as burst after burst erupts from my aching tip.

It
i
s
n’
t enough.  I want the real thing and I want it
bad
.
If I
do
n’
t
get
a
hold
of myself,
Brooke is
going to be the death of me.

I’m running through
my room like a wild woman, grabbing this and that as I pack my small rolling bag.  I was so busy studying for my finals this week that I never
got a chance to pack for Vegas.

I’m thrilled that I’m out of school for a few weeks
,
and
I do a little happy dance as I pack.  I’ve got a
lmost a
whole month off
,
and
I
can’t
wait to relax and unwind.  This trip to Vegas with the family is just the first fun thing I plan to do this week.

I’m excited about going.  I’ve packed some of my sexiest clothes
,
and
I plan to spend the next few days trying to bring Damien to his knees. 

What happened in the driveway at Dante’s the other night was just a small taste of all that I want to do with him.  Since then, I’ve been aching more than usual to touch and be touched by him.
 
I’ve masturbated like a wild woman every night thinking about how good he made me feel.

Hearing
Sabrina honking her horn from the driveway
,
I finish closing up my bag before making my way to the front door and locking everything up.
  Throwing my bag in to the trunk, I slide in to the passenger seat
of her car, laughing as she
mock
glares at me.

“I almost pulled away without your slow ass!”

I hold my hands up in
mock
surrender.  “Sorry, sorry.  I got so behind this week with all the finals and craziness. Thanks for waiting for me.”

Sabrina smiles at me before backing out of the driveway. 
“It’s totally
fine
, they
would
never leave without us
.
  I just hate being late. 
You
know how I get.”

We spend the rest of the drive listening to the Go-Go’s and talking about what fun Vegas is going to be.  We’re at the airport within thirty minutes
,
and
without anything pesky like check in to impede us, we’re on the plane ten minutes after that.  Everyone but Damien is on the plane
,
and
I wonder where he is.

My first inclination that he
is
n’
t
coming is the closing of the cabin door.
It hits me then like a ten ton truck.
Jesus Christ,
he
bailed on the trip
.  Turning
to Dominique
I
ask, “Where’s Damien?”

She smiles at me and shakes her head in mock disgust. 
“Oh,
you
know Damien.  He did the dip on
us because he had a date tonight.  I guess he
reached
the end of his rope
on
hanging out with us and not getting any.” 

Shrugging her shoulders at
me
,
she
ends with, “My brothers.  What can I do?”

I’m
sick inside
,
and
I feel an idiot and a tramp.
Clearly I’ve been living in a fantasy world since Sunday night.
  Damien
didn
’t
want
me
. 
He was horny
,
and
I was just another body.
  I guess
it’s
lucky for us both that he pulled back when he did.

I spend the rest of the flight mostly silent, just managing to join in on conversations from time to time.  Hopefully no one notices how zoned out I am.

We touch down in Vegas and climb in to
a
limo
that takes us to
the
hotel.  Dante being Dante
,
he
’
s
upgraded
the
accommodations
,
and
we’re all in
a series of suites. 

I beg off from dinner by telling everyone I need a nap because I
did
n’
t
sleep last night
because I was
studying for my last exam. 
My excuse goes off without anyone raising an eyebrow
, and I jump in to
bed in my suite and
pull the covers over my head as I
do what I’ve wanted to do since I realized Damien was
no
t getting on that
plane.
  I c
ry.

I cry because he
isn’t
here.  I cry because I hate that I attached importance to what happened in the driveway last weekend when clearly there was none. 
But
mostly I cry because now I know for sure that I’m in love with someone that
does
n’
t
want me
and never will.
  In all likelihood he’s going to be fucking some girl tonight, and it makes me sick.

Eventually I run out of tears
and I lay in silence staring at the ceiling. 
I need to get my shit
together and get my game face ready
.
  If I stay like this eventually someone will notice that I’m miserable and that will lead to questions. I feel dumb enough as it is without anyone figuring out that I’m pining for Damien.
  Of all the people in the world to pine for, I’m the idiot that fell for a guy who can’t keep his dick in his pants.  I thought he was changing, but it appears that I was wrong.

Calling
down for room service
,
I
order a burger and then sit
in bed watching Project Run
way waiting for it to show up. When my
burger arrives I move to the edge of the bed
to
eat
, still stewing about Damien bailing on a family trip to get away from me.

Once I’m done
eating,
I finish watching Project Runway and then head in to the bathroom to start getting ready for tonight. 
I go all out and really sex kitten it up
.
M
y hair and make-up
are
more dramatic than usual, by a mile
.
  I need to feel better about myself
,
and
this is a
decent
start.
My red halter mini dress is form fitting and pushes my breasts up and out.  Paired with my sexiest heels and wild bed head hairdo, I look
sensational
… if I do say so myself.

When Delilah knocks on my door and gets a look at me, she giggles maniacally. 
“Holy cow Brooke, you look fucking hot!
 
You
’
re
going to have guys all over you tonight!”
I laugh back at her and gesture to her outfit, a pair of short black silk shorts and a see through blouse with a tank top
underneath it.  “
You
look
smoking yourself babe.  It looks like we’re both going to be getting some attention tonight!”

Being with Delilah puts me in a better mood
, and we’re both bubbly
by the time we reach Dominique’s suite.
 
She
’
s dressed
to the nines to
o
,
and
the three of us make quite the team.

We all
head to Spencer’s suite to pick him up.  Sabrina and Dante have decided to go see a show so tonight
it’s
just the girls, me and Spencer going out. 

The three of us burst out laughing
as
he all but chokes
as
he gets a load of
our
attire for t
he evening.  His jaw
drops
open
and then
he glares at
the
three of us. 

“You’re all fucking kidding me, right? 
You
can
’
t
go out dressed like this!
  I’m by myself here.  How the hell am I supposed to watch
you
three
?”

I laugh
,
and
so do the girls.  Delilah
bats her eyelashes at him and says, “Hope
fully
you’
re
up to the challenge
,
because we
aren’t
changing.”

Looking each of us
over
, he groans and rubs his head
.  “Listen girls
,
I
need
you
to be reasonable tonight.  I’m going to have a stroke trying to watch all o
f
you
alone
as it is.  Please
don’t
make it too hard on me.”

We
promise to be on
our
best
behavior
, and then we head off
to
one of the hottest clubs in Vegas.  The place
is packed
,
and
the music is thumping.  We’re out on the dance floor immediately
,
and
within seconds
,
the twins and I
are
approached
by guys who want to dance with us.