The puck boys of fu, p.28
The Puck Boys of FU, page 28
“What the fuck have you done now?” I groan, wishing he could just stop being a self-centered bastard for two fucking seconds, and realize what a great idea us sharing her would be.
“I finished what you fucking started,” he snaps back, swiping his hands over his face, before dropping into the chair opposite us.
Whatever it is, it’s clearly weighing on him, which means now is the time to push him.
“Are you ready to talk about the elephant in the room? And no, I don’t mean my massive cock.” I aim for my tone to be light yet serious, but from the glare he cuts my way, I can tell he doesn’t appreciate either.
“You mean about how you fucked my girlfriend?” His question is practically a snarl, and I can’t help but laugh.
He really thinks she just belongs to him?
After everything we’ve been through.
I shake my head in disbelief. “Yeah I fucked her, Monroe, and you should have heard how she fucking screamed for me.”
I’ve barely got the words out before he is up and moving toward me. I jump to my feet, anticipating his attack, ready to fight it out with him if that’s what he needs. Yet before his expectant fist can land, Harden is in front of me, catching Everest’s hand between his and keeping him in place.
“Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” Harden warns quietly, his voice like cold death, and it sends a thrill through me.
Not just because I got to hear him speak, but because he’s defending me, protecting me, and fuck that’s hot as shit.
Everest shakes his head with a laugh. “Really, Haze, it’s like that?” he asks, shaking his head, and I can tell he knows something before he opens his mouth again. “I’m surprised you’re not angry or hurt too, or are you two still pretending there isn’t something going on between you?”
I open my mouth to defend Harden like he just defended me, but he beats me to it, releasing Everest with a shove and straightening his shoulders. “The only thing hurting is your precious ego, because you can’t grow up and accept what the fuck is happening here.”
I swear my jaw literally drops open at that, at not just the sound of his voice, his words, but how fucking powerful he looks and sounds as he said them. It’s the most sure and assertive I have ever heard him in my entire life, and I couldn’t be prouder. Mix that with him finally admitting he has a fucking stake in all of this, well, it’s about fucking time.
“What’s happening here, is you two should stop being greedy, and just run off to fuck each other and leave me and Aurora alone,” Everest replies blandly, just as Aurora descends the stairs in an oversized t-shirt and some shorts, with her wet hair clipped back.
“I can see the testosterone is alive and well as always,” she draws out, looking both fresh-faced and bored, as she makes her way toward us.
“Looking good, sweetheart,” I reply, holding Everest’s stare, and enjoying the way it instantly narrows even more.
“Thanks, I just had a facial,” she tosses back, pushing through us all until she is standing between Everest and Harden. “Now, are we going to talk about this like fucking grown ups?” She stares us all down, leaving Everest until last, and when he moves his stare from mine to hers, it softens a fraction.
“Sure, I’d love to hear more about how my best friend fucked you.” Everest’s tone is lighter than a moment ago, but the anger is still beyond evident.
“Careful.” One word, gritted between Harden’s teeth, and Aurora snaps her head in his direction in surprise.
“Alright, come on, everyone stop swinging their dicks around and just fucking sit down,” I cut in, dragging Harden back down to the sofa, and I don’t miss the way Aurora watches me manhandle him slightly.
Everest tries to drag Aurora to the chair with him, but she shakes her head, shoving him off and taking a seat on the other sofa. All of us are quiet, waiting for the first person to say something, when Aurora sighs. “I love this movie. Remember the first time we watched this, Harden, and I ate too much popcorn and you had to hold my hair while I threw up?” She smiles as she recalls the memory, and a ghost of one curls around Harden’s mouth, as he nods gently. “Things were simpler then,” she adds, her eyes still transfixed on the screen, before she exhales deeply. “You all know what I want, it’s the same thing I’ve always wanted, and I know it’s unconventional.” She shakes her head as she says that last part, because to her it isn’t. “I also know it might not be what you guys want.”
I expect her to move her focus to Everest when she says that last part, but to my surprise her stare comes to me and Harden. We might have been done in the bathroom when she walked in earlier, but still she saw something. She knows things have changed between us, and considering Harden’s stance since she came back has been to not pursue her or spend time with her, I’m guessing she thinks he no longer wants her. A fact that couldn’t be further from the truth, because in all honesty, he’s been even more of a shell of himself since she left. And it doesn’t matter that she came back, things haven’t been the same for them at all.
“It’s what we want, Aurora,” I rush to reassure her, before Everest can be an asshole about it, and even though she smiles, I can tell there is still some reservation behind it. It’s why I push on. “Also, this is probably a good time to tell you that I’m bisexual. Well actually, if we are being technical, I think I’m probably more accurately demisexual.” Yeah, I may have done a few Google searches after Harden first kissed me, and all signs pointed that way. I could stick with the bi label, but seeing as though I am only attracted to my best friend, I doubt I actually am bi.
Aurora nods, processing my words and swallowing thickly, before flicking her attention to Harden. “And you? What do you want, Harden?” She asks, calling him out directly, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing his hand to offer him some comfort.
His weighted stare meets hers, before traveling to Everest’s and back again slowly, and I’m sure he’s thinking of a thousand ways to deny his needs. To push himself back into the black and white that he exists in, but it’s too late for that. His hands flex, both itching to sign his response, before I let my hands fall to my thighs, and allow my little finger to brush along the outside of his leg. He zeros in on the movement, so hyper aware of any slight move after what happened to him, but I need him to know he can do this.
A deep breath is slowly forced in and out of his lungs, his hands now flattening against his lap. “I want the same as you,” he admits quietly. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, it’s why I kissed you on your thirteenth birthday.” Everest’s stare widens at that new tidbit of information, but Harden doesn’t notice or care. “It’s why, six years later, I can still feel the impression of your lips like it was yesterday, so of course I want you.” His admission has her stunned silent, all of us really, and just when I think it can’t get any better, he clears his throat and adds, “but I also want him.”
Pride fills my insides, warmth spreading through my chest, as Aurora nods again, digesting everything he just said, before she swings her gaze to Everest. “Ever.” She whispers his name like a plea, his stare still filled with fury as he looks at her.
“You know where I stand princess, I only want you.”
It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either. Everest always chooses his words carefully, and Aurora knows that. She takes it and runs with it, because she knows deep down that Everest Monroe would do fucking anything to make her happy.
“Okay then, it’s settled.”
No other words are said, no parameters are set, we just come to the silent agreement that this is officially happening. Not long after that, the food that Harden ordered shows up, and Aurora makes him restart the movie, which of course he does. Then we all sit and eat and enjoy a movie night, like we have done a hundred times before.
When night falls, Everest is the first to stand up and start clearing shit away. He hasn’t said a word since his last statement earlier, even though he did move to sit next to Aurora for the movie. She watches him tidy up and then leave with a sigh, and I know it’s going to take him a while to come around. We shouldn’t have pushed him. Still, I stand and pull her toward me with a smile.
“It’s okay sweetheart, he will come around, I promise.” Leaning down I press my lips to hers, enjoying the fact that I’m just freely able to touch her and kiss her like this now. “Now go keep him company in bed before he kills us all,” I add, making her laugh, as I drop one last kiss to her mouth, before grabbing my bottle of water and heading to the stairs.
I expect both her and Harden to follow, but they both linger in the living room, and as much as I want to stay and watch things unfold between them, I force myself to keep walking upstairs.
Bypassing my room, I head straight to Harden’s, pulling off my hoodie and joggers, climbing into his bed in just my boxers, ensuring I leave the space by the wall for him. It’s not long before he pushes inside, looking completely bemused to find me there, as he slowly shuts his door behind him.
“What? I think we’re past pretending this thing between us isn’t happening, Haze,” I chuckle, his eyes darkening as he takes me in, before he moves toward me like a predator stalking his prey.
When he reaches me his fingers gently stroke along my jaw, his eyes marvelling at how he touches me, before he signs. And I think we’re past you using my last name. I laugh again, enjoying this possessive side of him that I’ve never seen before. Maybe I’ll have to fuck it out of you. He adds, instantly heating my insides, as he reaches up and slowly strips out of his own clothes, until he’s also in nothing but his boxers. His words might be bold, but I can tell he's still a little nervous.
“Just tell me whenever you’re ready, Harden and I’ll get on my knees like a good boy.”
His eyes gleam a little at that, and all my suspicions about him are confirmed. He needs to be the one in charge, taking control of everything so he doesn’t get lost to his trauma, and I am more than willing to let that happen. Climbing over me, he shifts himself until his back is against the wall, and just when I think he isn’t going to respond, I move to turn off the light.
“It could take a while,” he whispers softly, halting my movements, and when I look back at him, I don’t see the man who got on his knees for me, I only see my best friend.
“Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world then, huh?” I toss back with a smile, and he returns it slightly, while still pressing himself firmly back into the wall, hugging his pillow tightly.
“Goodnight, Griff,” he sighs, the two words so content that they thrill me, as I reach over and turn off the light, and snuggle myself as close as he will allow.
“Goodnight, baby.”
I’m not sure what I want to put through a wall more, my fist, or my fucking best friend. When he came to me in the gym earlier, I knew what he was asking. I even knew what he needed, which meant I knew what was going to happen the second I told him where she was. But knowing something and seeing it are two different things. When he called me and told me to get my ass to the dorms, I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t the mess of her damn door, and it certainly wasn’t the fucking mess of them.
Aurora has one of the most expressive faces I’ve ever come across, something I usually enjoy, especially since we expanded the parameters of our relationship. However, I never considered what it would be like to see the complete look of satisfaction left there by my best friend. I want to kill him, even now, after she made her way to my fucking room and crawled into bed beside me, with nothing but a soft smile.
I’ve watched her sleep three thousand, one hundred, and twenty seven times, and all of those nights had one thing in common. I was filled with contentment, satisfaction at being close to her, of watching over her, but not tonight. No, tonight I feel rage, betrayal, downright fucking fury, and it’s all my fucking sister’s fault.
Snatching back the covers, my eyes trail over her sleeping form. She’s laying on her side facing away from me, her ass neatly tucked into the curve of my body, even in her deep slumber there’s no need for me to pull her there. She’s discarded her shorts from earlier, now only wearing the oversized shirt and a skimpy pair of black panties, and I soak in all the creamy skin she has on display. Her shirt has ridden high enough that I can see some bruises around her hips, no doubt left there by him, and it only makes my fury flare brighter.
My hands reach out, my fingers mapping each of the bruises meticulously, as I recall her words from earlier of what he did to her. It has my hands fisting in her underwear and gently pulling them down. She doesn’t wake as I discard them, or when I lean forward and spread her cheeks with my palm, massaging them roughly. Fuck, she’s so perfect that I can’t even blame the fucker for wanting her, either of them really, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy to share her.
Pushing up onto my knees, I position her until she has her ass in the air, and then spit directly onto her back hole, spreading my spit up and down her pussy until it’s nice and wet for me. Her hips shift toward me unconsciously and I smirk, as I spit once more into my palm, stroking my cock, before lining my tip up with her entrance. I push inside slowly, relishing in the way she easily accepts every inch of me, groaning deeply. Then I draw back and do it again, faster this time, repeating the motion of drawing all the way out to my tip, and then slamming myself back in.
Her body begins to heat under my assault, her breaths coming in quicker, as her body starts to stir awake from her subconscious. I feel the moment she wakes up, and when she tries to move, I reach forward and slide my hand up the back of her neck until it’s fisted in her hair. Holding her down, I fuck her harder, slamming my hips against her again and again, until she chokes out my name.
“Everest!” It’s said with both confusion and desperation, and it pleases me and pisses me off in equal measure.
“Yes, little sister?” I taunt, using my grip on her hair to drag her head back off the mattress, allowing her to look at me.
“Ahhh, what are you doing?” She bites out in pain, but still arches her back, forcing me inside of her even deeper.
“Reminding you who the fuck had you first.” I grit my words out, groaning as she tightens around my cock in the most perfect way possible. “This is how you let him hit it, right?” I fuck her harder, gripping her hips to keep her steady, letting my fingers bite into the marks already there. “You let him bend you over a fucking table in the middle of your classroom and let him hit it raw.”
Even as I say the words to taunt her, they piss me off. Thinking about him coming inside her, it only makes me fuck her harder, deeper, rougher, pounding into her in an attempt to erase him.
“Ever, please,” she whimpers, pushing back to meet my thrusts, and the sound of her pleading sends me feral.
“You like being fucked like a whore, don’t you, princess?” I ask, rocking into her with quick snaps of my hips, making her moan beneath me.
“Fuck, yes.” Her cries are getting louder, and I feel a deep satisfaction at the others being able to hear her moan for me.
She arches her back even more, and I grunt, releasing her hair as I spit on her back hole again, this time smearing it against it. “I’m gonna fuck you here next time,” I tell her, pushing my thumb past the threshold and making her hiss in pleasure and pain. I shove my thumb in and out in tandem, no doubt making her feel the sting and enjoying every fucking second of it. “I’ll stretch this tight ass like I did your pussy, and you’ll fucking beg me for more.”
We fuck roughly and wildly, her nothing but pliant and pleading beneath me, as I roll my hips again and again, but still it’s not enough. Ripping out of her, I drag her by the hips to the edge of the bed, sitting myself on the side of it, sliding her back onto my cock with her back to my front. My fingers once again find the marks Griffin left behind, as I hold her in place above me and snap my hips up into her.
Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I let my mouth skim her throat and jaw as I bring my lips to her ear. “I want to hear you beg, Aurora, beg me to let you come.”
She groans at my words, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip, as she tries to grind herself against me. “Please, Everest, I need…”
I cut her off. “I know exactly what you fucking need, little sister, now fucking beg for it.”
Another moan rips from her throat, as she heeds my command. “Make me come, Everest, please, I need you to make me come.”
Her words slam into me at full force, making my balls draw up in anticipation, as I let one of my hands slide down to her wet cunt. She’s dripping all over my cock, and the second I start swirling around her hard and swollen clit, her body begins to tremble.
“Yes, fuck yes, right there.”
I keep fucking her roughly, relishing in every scream that falls from her mouth, as she starts to clamp down around me. Fuck, she feels so fucking perfect, and it’s too much. “Fucking come for me princess, I need to feel you strangling my cock.” My hand works her faster and faster, perfectly in time with my cock, until she tightens around me with a scream. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, good girl.” I grind my jaw, pumping her hard and fast as she falls apart, until I can’t hold back any longer.
My cock erupts, hot ropes of cum spilling inside her, as I keep her bouncing up and down my cock until she has wrung out every last drop.
When I’m done, she collapses back against me, struggling to catch her breath as she comes down from her orgasm. “Ever, fuck, that was insane.”
“Then you know exactly how you make me feel, princess.” I stroke her hair back, kissing her neck, as my cock remains half hard inside of her.
Lifting her off me, I drop her back to the bed, enjoying the sight of my cum dripping out of her cunt, before I move to grab a warm, wet washcloth. When I have cleaned us both up, I climb back into bed beside her and she rolls over, letting her head drop onto my chest and her leg drape over my body.
