The puck boys of fu, p.13
The Puck Boys of FU, page 13
Note to self, Aurora Gray is a pain in the ass when drunk.
When I enter, she flicks her sultry eyes in my direction, as she dares to ask, “How many girls have you fucked in here?” She eyes me expectantly, rolling onto her side and bending one of her arms so she can lean on her hand, and my dick fully awakens in my jeans.
“More than you want to know,” I tell her truthfully. “Turns out trying to fuck you out of my system was harder than I thought,” I add, shutting my bedroom door behind me and leaning against it.
“Did it work?” she breathes, as we both hear the music cut out downstairs, and I push off the door and stroll toward her.
I don’t respond, not until I reach the edge of my bed, trailing my eyes over every inch of her, before I grip her knees, forcing her onto her back and spreading her legs to accommodate me. “Not even a little bit,” I grunt, trailing my fingers up along her tights, before I dip beneath the skirt of her dress and reach the top. Without a word she lifts her hips, letting me pull them down until I can take them and her shoes off completely.
I’m playing a dangerous game, but I can’t stop.
“If it didn’t work, why did you keep fucking them?” she questions, her voice breathy and low, and a deep groan rumbles in my chest.
“Because I couldn’t have you.” I drag her by her hips to the edge of the bed, and drop to my knees.
“But now you can?” she asks, leaning up on her elbows to watch me, and I smirk, possession purring deep inside me.
“You’ve always been mine, Aurora, now I’m just submitting to my fate in hell and making it known,” I tell her, leaning forward and sucking her clit through the fabric of her thong, making her moan.
The sound rushes through me, wrapping round me like a damn noose of my own making, even as everything screams at me to stop. I’m her brother, this is wrong, I’m not supposed to be yearning for the taste of her on my tongue. So why can’t I stop? Why, when it comes to her have I never been able to stop?
She drops down to her back, her hands flying to my hair and scraping along my scalp, as if they were always meant to be there. It snaps any resolve I may have tried to fake, and I reach out and rip her thong in half, pulling the scraps of fabric away from her pussy, baring it to me completely.
“Everest, fuck,” she cries in anticipation.
Fuck indeed.
And as tempted as I am to sink inside of her, I shake my head.
“Not yet, princess, but soon,” I promise, taking in her perfect pink pussy, before shoving my shoulders between her thighs and getting comfy. “Now don’t make a sound or I’ll have to hurt your boys for listening to my girl come.”
I start slowly, licking up each side with teasing flicks of my tongue, before gliding right through her center, focusing on every part except her clit. I’ve thought about doing this for so fucking long, so there is no way I’m rushing it. She tastes like the most delicious forbidden fruit. She tastes like mine. And feeling her shift and writhe, as she tries to make me hit her clit, has me leaking in my jeans. But I don’t stop, I can’t, not when I’m getting off on teasing her.
“Ever, please,” she pleads, lifting her hips toward my mouth, and I reach out and slide my palm onto her stomach beneath her dress, slamming her back down to the bed.
“Such pretty manners, princess,” I breathe, slowly circling her clit and making her shiver. “So fucking needy for your big brother,” I add, flicking my eyes up to find her watching me. I hold her stare as I gently flick my tongue in barely there licks against her clit. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about tasting you like this, Aurora?” My free hand slides up on her thigh until I can tease her hole with my fingers, sliding my middle one inside her, and relishing in the way her entire body reacts to me. “You’re so fucking tight,” I groan, feeling her grip my finger like a vice, and I can’t imagine how good she will feel wrapped around my cock.
“Oh god,” she cries, pulling on my hair, and all it does is spur me on.
I drag my hand down from her stomach and smack her pussy in warning. “Ah ah, little sister, if they hear you, I stop,” I tell her, fucking my finger in and out of her as I massage her clit with my tongue, watching as she bites her lip to try and contain her screams.
I want her sounds, her screams, I want every single one of them, but not at the risk of sharing her. She’s fucking mine. I pull her clit between my teeth, sucking hard and groaning at the addictive taste of her, licking and biting until I am completely gone for her and only her. I’ve fucked more girls than I can even count, most of them in this very room, on this very bed, but none of them can compare to her. They were a distraction, a pathetic attempt to forget her, but even without an eidetic memory you wouldn’t forget perfection.
Her pussy pulses in my mouth, drenching my tongue as I add another finger, scissoring them inside of her and opening her up even more. Then I feast on her even harder, smiling against her cunt as she tries to stifle her screams.
“Do you like seeing your brother on his knees for you?” I ask, pulling another groan from her, making me chuckle against her.
My words are filthy, obscene, yet she takes them in her stride.
Fucking perfection.
“About as much as you liked seeing me on mine,” she tosses back, and now it’s my turn to groan, as I remember how she looked with my cock in her mouth.
Her hands tug on my hair even harder and I lean into her touch, memorizing every second of making her fall apart against my tongue. Her touch has always been my weakness, and now I’m sure it will be the downfall of us all.
I work my tongue and hand in tandem, until her entire body is trembling, and I know when she is about to fall over the edge because she slaps a hand across her mouth and screams. She tenses around me, panting and shaking as her orgasm takes hold, and even muffled I can hear her gasping out my name in desperation.
“That’s it, princess, come for me,” I grunt, working my hand and mouth even harder until I feel her gush against them. “Good girl,” I hum, not relenting on my pace until she is completely wrung out, her legs flopping against my bed.
If the taste of her on my tongue wasn’t already enough, the sight of her, satisfied and sleepy against my sheets, would be. Pushing to my feet, I lean down and slam my lips to hers, kissing her roughly until she starts writhing against me once more, and only then do I pull back, gripping her by the throat and pulling her up until she is seated on the end of my bed. Then I unbuckle my jeans and release my cock, gripping it hard and jerking it with quick, rough strokes.
“Mouth open, tongue out, princess,” I demand, and when she obeys without hesitation I feel my release dance up the back of my spine. “Fuck, why are you so good for me?” I praise, fucking my fist even harder, until hot ropes of cum spill from the end, staining her tongue and mouth.
She keeps her tongue out until I am finished and breathless, before pulling it back into her mouth and licking up the mess I made. Her eyes never leave mine as she swallows me down and I groan again, dragging her up to me and kissing her once more. She tastes like both of us, and nothing in the history of the world has ever tasted better.
Only when I pull back and drop my head to hers, taking in her sleepy eyes, does my heart rate start to settle. We both know we shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s wrong on some level, and that the fallout will not be contained, but neither of us care. For us, it was always meant to be like this, and all that matters is that she’s here, she’s fine, she belongs to me, and only me.
“Let’s get you ready for bed,” I murmur, dropping one more kiss to her lips, before spinning her around and unzipping her dress, dropping it to the floor until she is completely naked before me.
I expect her to be shy or timid, but instead she turns back to face me, shoulders back and head held high, knowing I’m devouring every part of her. With my eyes on hers I reach back and pull off my shirt, delighting in the way her eyes instantly drop down and take in the expanse of art she has never had a chance to examine on my chest. I watch as she tries to decipher the designs with drunken eyes of which I’m sure she probably won’t recall after tonight. Then I shove down my jeans, letting her get her fill of me like I am her, baring everything between us, so there is no chance of ever going back.
I’m severing every connection we ever had, and making new ones that can never be erased, because Aurora Gray is fucking mine.
My head is pounding, my mouth is dry, and my entire body is on fire. I open my eyes and blink rapidly, trying to adjust to my unfamiliar surroundings. The room is dark, even though I can see a slither of light pouring in from behind the curtains and I strain my eyes to try and focus. There is a dark bookcase sitting next to a desk along one of the walls, and when I spot the stack of history books I know instantly where I am. Everest has had an affinity for history ever since we were kids, and can recall so many events and facts that it blows my mind. What I can’t recall however, is how I got here?
What the hell happened last night?
Everest is wrapped around me from behind, like he has been every morning this last week, except today both of us are completely naked, and when I try to stir in his embrace, he only tightens his hold around me.
“Ever,” I whisper, nudging him gently, but all he does is shove his head deeper into the crook of my neck, trying to ignore me. “Ever, come on, wake up.”
He groans, clearly unhappy to be woken, which is funny to me because he’s usually always the first one to wake up. He’s struggled sleeping his whole life, but apparently not last night.
“It’s Saturday, Ro,” he grumbles beneath his breath, pulling me against him and stroking his hands against my stomach. “Go back to sleep.”
Well clearly, he seems perfectly content with whatever reason I am here in his bed, completely naked, but if he could join my level of panic that would be great.
“Did we have sex last night?” I ask, and his eyes snap open, narrowing completely, as they take me in.
“Aurora, I’ve slept with many girls, and unfortunately you are not one of them,” he grunts with a slight laugh, and I stare at him in disbelief.
Does he think this is funny?
“I’m well aware of your reputation, Monroe the hoe,” I scoff, shoving him away from me, and scrambling from his bed.
The bed where he has fucked more girls than I’d like to know, I recall, as a whisper of a memory floats back to me through my hungover haze.
“Oh come on princess, I didn’t mean it like that,” he rushes out, reaching to grab my arm, but I’m already gone.
My dress and tights are crumpled up on the floor, with my underwear in tatters beside them, and my eyes dart around for something to put on. I hear Everest climb out of bed behind me, grabbing one of his clean jerseys and passing it to me, before pulling on a pair of shorts. Only once the jersey is covering me, do I turn to look at him.
“What happened last night?” I ask, glaring at him in contempt, and he sighs.
“We fooled around a little, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” I scoff a laugh, because of course that’s how he would see it, he’s probably had nights like last night a hundred times over. I’m just another notch on his fucking bed post, and I don’t know why I’m surprised by it. “Okay great,” I add, grabbing my stuff and turning toward the door to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“Home, wouldn’t wanna overstay my welcome, you might have other bed friends coming over to fool around.”
“Aurora,” he grits through his teeth, his hand snapping out and slamming the door from behind me as I try to open it, but I shove him aside and open it anyway.
My plan is to go home, but the second I hit the bottom of the stairs, with him hot on my heels, I find Griffin, Harden, and Bishop all sitting around the kitchen island now staring intently at me. I pause, making Everest slam into my back, nearly knocking me off my feet so hard that he has to reach out and grip me to keep me in place.
“Well, fancy seeing you here, little Gray,” Bishop calls out, flicking his eyes between the two of us, but my focus isn’t on him, it’s on them.
Griffin is looking at us both like he has never seen us before, his eyes taking in Everest’s shirtless form, and me in his jersey, as fury and pain swirl up inside of him, but it’s nothing compared to Harden. Harden’s face is almost an unreadable mask, almost, except I know him too well for him to hide all of his feelings from me. There is a mixture of knowing and jealousy in his eyes, but more than that there is an anger I’ve never seen in him before, as his eyes trail over the jersey I’m wearing. He’s pissed, and it cuts me deeper than I thought possible.
People often mistake Griffin as the crazy one, with his loud and brash nature that always dances along the line of danger. He’s wild, but it always has a focus, and can be easily dimmed. Harden is different, his fury is like ice, stone cold, far spread, and difficult to thaw. He’s the invisible danger that you don’t worry about until it’s too late, and it's definitely too late for me.
“Did Everest Monroe just have his first sleepover,” Bishop continues, clearly not picking up on the tension, as Ever has no choice but to grip my hip and guide us over to the kitchen to converse with them. Bishop pours us both a cup of coffee, sliding it over the counter. “Damn, I’m like a proud papa bear right now, cheers you little brother-sister fuckers,” he adds, and I choke on my first sip, as he just so openly states our forbidden desires.
Before I can open my mouth to defend us, Griffin cuts in sharply. “So this is really happening then, you two are together?” he asks, a seething bite to his tone, as he glares between us, and I swear every single one of them holds their breaths for my response.
They’re not stupid, and neither am I. We all know this has been simmering below the surface for years, and we’ve danced around it long enough, but still I can’t bring myself to say yes.
Saying yes would also be saying no to them, and I can’t.
“I just fell asleep drunk, nothing happened,” I quickly rush out and considering I barely remember anything after playing beer pong with Bishop, it’s not technically a lie.
My words have Everest’s grip tightening around my waist. “Nothing happened?” he repeats with a scoff, shaking his head, and even though I can’t remember, I know my answer was the wrong one. “Excuse us a minute, it seems someone needs reminding who she belongs to,” Everest grits, grabbing both of our coffees and slamming them to the counter, before dipping down and tossing me over his shoulder.
There is no point fighting, not when I can feel the tense set of his body as he carries me back upstairs, not stopping until we are back in his room and the door is slammed shut. His chest is rising and falling heavily, as his ocean eyes bore into mine.
“Listen closely because I am only going to say this once,” he starts, collaring my throat and pushing me against the door, until he can trap me between it and him. “You’re fucking mine, do you understand? Just because we didn’t fuck, doesn’t mean you don’t belong to me. I could fuck a thousand girls and it wouldn’t erase the stain of you from my soul, so don’t fucking test me, Aurora,” he spits, his fingers flexing around my neck, as he stares down at me, and something ignites deep in my chest at his words.
“So you’re finally admitting it then, that things have changed between us?” I ask hopefully, but it only makes him angrier.
“There was never anything to admit princess, you have been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you, this was only ever going to end one way,” he tells me firmly, and though I’ve waited a decade for these words, my heart still aches at the sound of them.
I know I shouldn’t push it, that I should let him be his usual brooding self and give him time. Time to deny this, time to contemplate it, but I can’t take it anymore, I need to know where we stand.
“So we’re doing this then? You and me?” I confirm, searching his stare, and he nods, stunning me, but still I push on. “And what about them?” I whisper, and his eyes narrow, just like I knew they would.
I don’t have to say their names or confirm my meaning, he knows exactly what I’m asking, even without saying the words. “This isn’t about them, it’s about us, Aurora, just you and me,” he tells me, dropping his head to mine, but I’m already shaking mine and pushing him back.
“Everest, I can’t help the way I feel about them, just like I can’t help the way I feel about you. And I know it’s wrong, but it’s just how I feel.” I put all my truths on the table seeing no point in hiding them now. “It’s all of us or nothing,” I add.
“And what if I say it’s nothing?” he spits, searching my stare, and though he’s pissed, I reach up and drag his head back down to mine.
“We’ve never been nothing, Everest, we were always meant for more.” I pair my words with the gentle press of my lips against his own, a kiss which he quickly deepens, his tongue exploring my mouth like he might die without stealing the air from my lungs.
It’s a kiss that’s claiming, that attempts to erase the thought of anyone else, and for him I wish it would work, but it won’t and he knows it.
When he pulls away, he’s panting, his eyes still lined in anger, but there is also an understanding, or at least a partial one. “I’ll need time to adjust,” he forces out, and though it’s not much, it’s a start, and that’s all I need.
“That’s fair,” I agree, knowing how hard it has always been for me to see him with other people, so I’m sure it’s worse for him with his best friends. “And for you, no more girls, right?” I ask, and he laughs.
“Aurora, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, everyone else was just a distraction,” he starts, and when I don’t respond, he adds, “No one but you.”
