Page 4 of Love Starves

I sneer at the opulence of the place. It's hard to believe I used to be okay with living like this. Thrived in it. That's what smart people like to call a learning experience. Not saying the money and freedom wasn't nice but being surrounded by fake people who only wanted to use me all the time was completely fucked. Those memories aren't old, so no matter how many bridges are burnt now, it still adds fuel to the fire every damn time I start to feel suffocated by pretentiousness. There's only one cure for that and it's fucking the mighty princess right out of her crown.

Rapping my knuckles on the patio doors, I hear her call out from somewhere inside. Not sure if she said to come in or not, but she already knows I'm here, so I let myself in. Not like I haven't done it plenty of times before, bringing coke to her little get-togethers with her friends. Even though that was a couple years ago, I don't think I could forget the layout and where to find everything. Turns out I don't need to remember anyway since she's standing at the little mini bar in the corner with the shaker in her hand.

Skipping pleasantries, she gets right to the point. "Making a drink. Want one?"

I admire the way her strawberry-blonde hair is pulled to one side and down the front of her chest. She's thinner than a lot of women which gives her hardly anything in the tits department, but what she does have is fucking perfect. They bounce slightly with every shake of that mixer. My eyes trail down the rest of her pink bikini clad body, and I mentally give myself a high-five for not listening to Kenji tonight. Dumb fuck doesn't know what he's missing right now. I lick my lips wishing it was her body I was licking instead.

When my gaze finally makes it's way back up to hers, it's to find an expression of waning patience and I realize she's still waiting for an answer.

"No thanks," I reply, holding up my little box from the car. "I've got all the refreshments I need right here."

Shrugging a shoulder, she turns to pour the drink into a glass, but not before I catch the way the corners of her lips come up in a partial smile. Sexy-ass woman already knows she's partaking in my goodies. More than one of them as a matter of fact. Like she didn't already have the world at her fingertips, anything of mine might as well be counted as hers, too.

Not wanting to look like a fool just standing and watching her, I move over to the round chair in the corner. Her friends had laughed at me once because I didn't know what the fucking thing was called and still don't. The difference between me and them, though, is I don't give a shit what the fuck it's called. It's a comfortable place to set my ass as I light one of my little fun sticks such as now. After running the roads for Van all day, it's nice just to be able to lean back in this bowl chair and smoke one. The cherry on top of the sundae is watching those long, tan legs make their way over to me.

Blythe doesn't wait for an invitation. Rather, after resting her martini on the glass table beside us, she straddles my waist and leans down just as I take a drag. Blue eyes collide with mine and I contemplate breaking yet another rule tonight. Pushing my luck, I bring my lips up just far enough to brush against hers as I shotgun the smoke straight into her mouth. She breathes in at the same time her eyes close and for half a second, I think she's going to be the one to break the rule. Then ever so slowly those blue orbs reappear, and she releases the smoke, rising to her knees.

She steals the smoke from my fingers and takes a hit, settling her ass on the tops of my thighs before asking, "Parisi know you're here tonight?"

"If he did, do you think I'd be here?" I ask back.

Taking another hit, her half-lit gaze finds mine. "I think you'd do whatever you want anyway, so yeah."

"Van isn't my dad. What he don't know won't hurt him," I reply with a smirk since that's almost the same thing I told Kenji earlier.

Nodding, she takes another hit. "Where's your sidekick? Thought you were joined at the hip after work."

That pulls a laugh from my chest. "I dropped him at home before coming over. He thought you'd leave me swooning underneath your balcony like a lovesick Romeo instead of letting me in."

"Don't let it go to your head either,Romeo,"she quips. "The only reason you're getting special treatment is because you just so happen to have the best shit for an even shitier day."

I can't tell if she's leaving the opening for discussion or not, because of all the fucking rules, so I risk it. "Want to talk about it?"

Her eyes roll toward the ceiling in obvious frustration. "No. I want to smoke your weed and fuck you. Then go for a swim and possibly do it all over again."

I tried being the nice guy and asking. Fuck it. If all she's wanting is dick and weed, I'll give that to her all night.

Blythe

Straddling Elliot's lap, I watch his entire demeanor change when I inform him of the only reasons he's here tonight. With him having sought me out, I thought he might put up more of a fight than this. There's nothing but cool acceptance, which is fine by me. I wasn't going to sugarcoat it or lie to him about it. Giovanni might be a problem later, but depending on how the night turns out, Elliot may be persuaded to keep it all to himself. Not like he doesn't already have a habit of keeping secrets. Hell, his parents, for all the money they have, didn't even know the eldest heir to their pharmaceutical empire wealth was a common street thug. Anybody who's anyone would recognize Elliot Johnson. We were both caught up in that scene of living the high life, quite literally, except on separate ends of the spectrum. We'd both ditched it about the same time a couple years ago. I'm sure Giovanni had something to do with his, but mine had been a bit more complicated than that. Either way, bygones are bygones. The two of us never crossed paths outside of customer and supplier, but I wouldn't have fucked him back then anyway. Let's just say, I was a bit more selective. Then, he marches back into my life on the back of a stout, sexy Italian. Now, here we sit together; same place but different people, getting ready to fuck the hell out of each other.

I almost kind of wish he'd brought Kenji with him. Less of a chance for any rule breaking when there's more than two of us. Beggars can't be choosers, though, and I won't lie, I've been ready to bone him since he showed up tonight. I'd still been trapped in my head from the visit with Dr. Geoff earlier, but one good look is all it took. I love that he strolled in like he owned the place in a pair of cheap jeans and untucked button-down long-sleeve shirt pushed up to his elbows. That shaggy, dirty-blond hair looked like it'd been blowing in the breeze the whole drive over. It was his eyes that had hammered the final nail in the coffin. The light-brown color has always intrigued me since I've never seen it on anyone else, even still to this day. Maybe it was the cocky purse of lips from a man who knew he was about to get laid, but I could've sworn for a moment there was something else, too. Almost like he was happy beyond the point of getting his dick rode to see me. It quickly got lost in the lust that glazed his eyes over when he took in the fact that I'd already changed into my bikini. Nothing like having a guy drool over you to remember why there're rules in place to begin with.

Now that I'm starting to feel good from the few hits I took from his shit and his boner is starting to dig into my scantily-covered crotch, it turns me on enough that I'm ready to get to the other reason I'd replied instead of ignoring him tonight. The desire to kiss him was unbearably strong and I'd almost let him. Thankfully, the haze hadn't fully taken over my brain and I came to my senses just in time. I may not be able to claim his lips for my own, but that doesn't mean the rest of his body is off limits.

My lids are half-mast when I glance up beneath my lashes at him and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Where Giovanni, Crue, and Deklyn are rough, take control kind of guys, Kenji, Nick, and Elliot are the complete opposites of that coin. Point proven by the latter interlocking his hands behind his head as his shirt starts to slip open from the bottom up. We're not to fall for each other in any capacity, but that doesn't make me completely oblivious to their bodies when we're together.

Though loads smaller than Giovanni's mass, Elliot makes up for it in abs and the light dusting of hair that leads from his navel, disappearing into the top of his jeans. It's a small detail I don't normally get the pleasure of enjoying, but I am tonight. Scooting my ass further down his thighs, I dip my head to trail my lips across that sexy ‘man v’ he sports before tracking across to the other side. His dick jumps in his pants as the soft hair tickles like feathers across my lips. On the other side, I tease him a little further by biting him on the hip just hard enough to make him flinch and a soft groan vibrates his chest. Got to give the guy some credit, though, those hands stay behind his head. Even as I move my attention upwards and capture first one nipple and then the other between my teeth.

He lets out another soft groan which turns into afuckwhen my tongue leaves a wet trail back down the valley of his torso. I'm so fucking wet that I wish for a second time that Kenji was here. Wouldn't be the first time one of them fucked me while another was getting a blow job. Fuck it. He can get his dick sucked later. I want him inside of me like right now. Undoing his jeans and dropping the zipper down, I free him completely from his boxers, allowing his cock to spring right to attention.

Conversation, or lack thereof, isn't indicative of anything out of sorts between us. We're just two acquaintances with benefits chasing that same high in life, and I'm about to give it to us both. Bringing my body back up his, I straddle his waist again while grabbing his cock and guiding it around my bikini bottoms to tease the head into my opening. I suck in a quick lungful of air before slamming down and impaling myself on him. Then and only then does that easy-going mask of his shatter into a thousand pieces. His hands find my hips where the bones jut out nastily beneath my skin. A small fact he doesn't seem to mind as he uses them as leverage to meet me thrust for thrust on top of him. Other than the sounds of our heavy breathing, the only noises in the room are coming from the slapping of our flesh as we make contact over and over.

I wasn't lying about being in an absolute dumpster-fire mental state today. Taking total advantage of the lifeline, I ride him for everything he's willing to give me, using him like there's not going to be a tomorrow.

"Fuuuuck," I moan. "I'm going to come."

He grunts beneath me and our frenzied dance turns savage. My orgasm hits me like a freight train. Eyes closing and lips popping open in a silentO,I don't make a sound as my hands drop to the hard planes of his chest and dig in like they're afraid I'll float off if I don't hang on. Then his hips jerk, slowing their movement as I feel him starting to fill me. It almost sends me straight into another orgasm from the feeling alone.

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