Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
He turns, then grabs a bottle of top-shelf whiskey. “Heads up, bro,” he yells, throwing the bottle to Declan. Then he doubles back, pulls himself up onto the counter, and starts taking selfies with everyone around the bar.
“Oh my god! Declan is here, too!” someone else yells.
“He’s a goddamn menace,” Declan says, shaking his head as he pops the top off the whiskey and takes a long pull.
After about twenty minutes of signing autographs and impromptu photo ops, club security comes over and instructs everyone to give them some space and let them enjoy their night. They stay close as we move onto the dance floor; Luca and I dance to some kind of techno music that I know must drive Declan crazy, but he seems content enough watching me and sipping whiskey straight from the bottle.
But I can feel the music on my skin now. I can taste it, I can touch it. I want to taste and touch him, too.
I grind against Luca at my back while he watches. I recognize that look in his eyes; I’ve seen it before.
I reach for him, hooking my finger into his belt loop and pulling him into me as I sway my hips between them.
“I’m not doing this, Teagan,” Declan laughs.
I run my hands over his arms. “But your skin feels so good,” I tell him. I push his shirt up and run my tongue over his abs.
“Teagan ” he cautions.
“It tastes good, too,” I tell him.
I rub my cheek against his stomach.
“What’s gotten into you?” he laughs.
“Why do you hate it when I’m nice to you?” I ask.
But he’s right. I don’t feel like myself. I don’t feel drunk, either. I feel weightless and carefree. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster. Luca puts his mouth on my neck, and I moan. It feels so good I think I could melt into a puddle on the floor.
“I fucking love it when you’re nice to me, Teagan,” Declan says. “It’s all I want.”
“Did you give me drugs?” I ask him.
He rolls his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Teagan. Are you going to accuse me of drugging you every time we’re together? No, Teagan. I didn’t. No one drugged you, so just”
“Maybe save your speech,” Luca says. “I drugged her. Just a little bit.”
I look up at him and laugh, doubling over. “He did drug me,” I say.
“I heard,” Declan says.
I pull Luca into me and kiss him on the mouth.
“And you find that charming?” Declan asks me.
I smile and nod. “Uh-huh.”
He shakes his head and laughs. “Okay.”
I take the whiskey bottle from his hand and bring it to my lips.
“Do you really think you needed that?” Declan asks.
I shrug and hand it back to him.
I don’t know how much longer we dancetime doesn’t really seem to move the way the music does. But when I’m soaked in sweat, and Luca and I are all but fucking, Declan taps me on the shoulder.
“Time to go,” he says.
“I don’t want to,” I say into Luca’s mouth.
“Really?” Declan asks. He leans in and closes his mouth around my earlobe, pulling it with his teeth.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
“Because it seems like you want to get fucked to me,” he says. He trails kisses down my jawline while Luca sucks on the other side of my neck. “And once we get out of here, I promise you will be.”
“Okay,” I tell him breathlessly.
I shove my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my hand around his cock. “Jesus, Teagan,” he says. He wraps his hand around my wrist and squeezes hard until I let go. “You’re a slutty little brat, aren’t you?”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I tell him.
He scoffs. “Right. That’d be the fucking day. Get her in the car,” he tells Luca.
He picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder again.
“Whoa, I don’t think I like being upside down right now,” I say as he carries me toward the back door. When he sets me down next to the car. I stumble into Declan, who catches me before I fall.
“Get in the car, brat,” Declan says.
I slide in beside him, and then Luca slides in on the other side and pulls the door closed.
“I am so fucked up right now,” Luca says. He takes off his hat and throws it on the floor of the car. His hair and brow are soaked in sweat like mine are. I laugh and lick it from his forehead before kissing him on the mouth, twisting my tongue with his like I have been for the past hour.
As the car pulls away, Luca unbuttons his pants. Realizing what he’s doing, I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, pumping it in my hand before lowering my head and taking him in my mouth.
He groans as I suck a good amount of salty precum from the head, squeezing my legs together, my clit throbbing. Declan pulls my thong down my legs.
“Fuck,” he says. “Your pussy is so wet, you could wring these out, Teagan.”
Please touch me, I think but don’t say while Luca fucks my mouth.
“Don’t look at her unless you want to die,” Declan says, his tone eerily calm.
Confused, I look up just as he reaches toward the front seat and turns the rearview mirror away from us.
He pushes one finger into meonly one, slowlyand I almost collapse, moaning around Luca’s cock.
“Jesus, you really need something to take the edge off, don’t you?”
He adds a second, moving them in and out of me, curling them inside of me before pulling them out. I whimper at the absence; I think about begging right there.
“She can handle ittrust me,” Luca groans.
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but I find out pretty quickly. Declan pushes those two wet fingers into my ass and then sinks his dick into my pussy. I take my mouth away from Luca and scream.
“Don’t stop,” Luca says, shoving my head back down toward his cock. I open wide and take him back into my mouth, keeping pace with Declan as he fucks me, pumping Luca’s cock with my hand while I take him in my throat. “There you go, Teag. How does it feel to have all of your pretty holes filled?” Luca asks.
It feels like fucking heaven. And Declan was rightI’ve been desperate for something to take the edge off for a while. The truth is that I almost came humping Luca’s fucking leg in the club. It’s no surprise that I’m already about to come on Declan’s deliciously thick cock. I arch my back and push back against him, and he thrusts into me harder.
“She likes it so much, she’s about to come already,” Declan says. I whimper, clutching Luca’s shirt in my fist, and come hard, my legs shaking, my jaw going slack as Luca takes over, thrusting up into my mouth. It’s explosiveI can’t think about anything except for how good my pussy feels squeezing around his cock. If I need to breathe, I don’t do it, and it doesn’t kill me. It makes me wonder if I’ve ever really needed air at all or if it was all a con of some sort.
Maybe I breathe only because I was taught to, and all I really need is this. From them.
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