Page 41 of Revelry

Zed is across from the both of them, one leg planted on the floor, the other propped up on the couch, and he’s jerking off into a cup. I blink, not really knowing where to look, and wanting to leave but being so damn turned on I can’t make my feet budge.

Someone groans again—at this point I’m not entirely sure who—and Coop grunts, “Dude shut the fuck up, you’re totally putting me off my game.”

I laugh. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

That was really the wrong thing to ask, because all three of them turn in some way to face me. Levi’s body jerks and hot creamy semen spurts from the end of his cock, landing on the floor at my feet. Not just the floor, in actual fact, but my foot. His spunk is touching my actual flesh. Zed manages to paint the window with that shit, and Coop? Well, Cooper watches me as he comes, his eyes narrowed in on my tits, and then up to my seriously pissed off face—which for some reason brings out that smirk that I loathe so much—as semen spills from his cock and splatters on the floor, thankfully not near me. Not that it really matters, because right then the bus takes a sharp bend in the road and we all go flying. I grab onto the curtain, but it doesn’t stop me from falling. Face first. To the floor. To the floor that’s sticky with the semen of two members of the band Taint.

“Oh. My. God!”

“Are you okay?” When he gets his footing, Cooper rushes over to help me up, but I shove him away.

“No. Do not touch me.”

“Oh shit.” Levi laughs.

I climb to my feet and Zed throws a tea towel at me. I hastily wipe my face clean, and then I glare at them.

“Ali, I’m so sorry,” Cooper says, covering his mouth in an attempt to hide the smile.

“You know that would be a whole lot more sincere if you weren’t laughing through it.”

“Look, come angels.” Levi says pointing to the imprint of my face in the mess of come staining the floor. All three of them crack up, though I can tell they’re trying hard not to.

“Please tell me there’s a shower on this bus?”

“Right at the back, near the main bedroom.”

I turn sharply and walk towards the back of the bus, only when I reach the back door I open it and find Deb stretched out and snacking on popcorn as she watches the Kardashians. She takes one look at me and bursts into peals of laughter. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath through my nose.

“Oh honey, you walked in on a circle jerk?” she asks in a condescending tone.

“Fell into it is more like it.”

“Is that come in your hair?”

“Well, it’s not conditioner,” I say, my voice raised, my eyes round and crazy.

“Oh my god.” She screws up her face with a revolted expression and says, “Whose come is it?”

“That’s a really good question.” I don’t know why I feel the need to tell her this. Maybe it’s that whole female solidarity thing. Or maybe I’m just a way nicer person than she is, because I’m one hundred per cent certain that she wouldn’t be telling me if she were in the same situation, but I say, “You may want to avoid the cups in the kitchen from now on.”

“Ew, they jacked off into cups? What the hell is wrong with them? Can you imagine how fucking weird it would be if we just went out there and started rubbing our vaginas all over everything and seeing who could come first?”

“No, I really, really can’t.”

What the hell did I just walk into? What is wrong with these men? Why did I have to open the fucking curtain?All of these questions run through my mind as I step beneath the spray of the tiny shower. I lather myself head to toe and relish the hot water through my hair until it runs cold. My shame is so great that I don’t want to ever leave this bathroom, but eventually I walk out with my head held high and I slip into my bunk before any of them can notice I’ve left the bathroom at all. I close my curtain and face the wall and allow the rocking of the bus to gently coax me into sleep.

The bus wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected it to be. Travelling in cars had never bothered me, but planes, trains and elevators all made me feel as if the walls were closing in on me. It hadn’t been that way with the bus. In fact, I’d found enough distraction to keep me well and truly occupied for the first three hours.

We stopped at a roadhouse for dinner, and I tentatively woke Ali once the others had disappeared off the bus. She was a lot more agreeable this time; I even got a sleepy smile that did stupid things to my stomach, things that I’d rather pass off as pangs of hunger. “What time is it?

“Nine o clock. We stopped to refuel.”

“Okay. I’m coming.” She runs a hand over her face, covertly trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes without being obvious about it. It’s cute.

“About this afternoon … I’m really sorry,” I say, trying to get my cock to behave and sit the fuck down. It doesn’t help that her shirt riding up exposes her taut stomach, and her nipples form hard little peaks beneath the fabric.

“The circle jerk?” She yawns and pulls her shirt back down and I meet her knowing gaze. “Yeah, that was enlightening.”

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