Page 3 of Ecstasy
Even with the music and the people and the dancing, I hear Alex’s footsteps down the stairs, and I can almost feel his anger when he brushes past me to head into the living room, where he sees her on the coffee table. He doesn’t stop to talk, but says under his breath, “Don’t you dare fucking stop me,” so, like a good friend, I don’t.
I just watch as the crowd parts for their quarterback and Alex grabs Zara’s arm and yanks her down from the table. Putting on a good show, she laughs, and wraps her arms around his neck.
I don’t look away from her and I don’t stop him when he twists her in his arms, holding her back to his chest. I don’t stop him when someone hands him a beer and he guzzles it down even though I’m pretty sure he’s already fucking drunk.
I don’t stop him as the people packed in our living room cheer, and when a girl I occasionally fuck, Rihanna Martinson, saunters over to me and wraps her arm around my waist, I don’t stop her from standing on her tiptoes and trailing sloppy kisses down my neck.
But I don’t look away from Zara either.
And when I see exactly what it is Alex is going to do, I don’t say a fucking word. When Zara sticks out her tongue and Alex places a pill on it, then watches as she swallows, I let Rihanna grab my dick in the shadows. When Alex hands Zara a cup, tilts it up to her lips when she doesn’t take it and makes her drink the whole thing, I keep quiet.
I let Rihanna’s hand cup my balls.
But it isn’t Rihanna I’m going to fuck tonight.
Zara
“What’re you doing?”
Alex ignores me and I can smell the vodka on his breath. I can smell it and I know by the way he’s hanging all over me with a smile pulling up on his lips, that he’s fucking drunk.
And that ecstasy on my tongue?
He would’ve never given that shit to me if he wasn’t.
What he doesn’t know—or maybe he does, and he just doesn’t give a fuck—is that I took an Addie before I crashed his stupid fucking party.
I’m not sure how that’s going to affect my MDMA high, but either way, it’ll take half an hour for it to kick in.
So why Alex is all over me after that shit he pulled upstairs, I don’t fucking know.
But if he wants to put on a show, well, no one does it better than I do.
The people packed in the living room are grinding against each other, and Alex’s hard cock is against my back as he wraps his arms around my waist.
People dance near us,Or Nahpumping through the mounted speakers. Some girl gets close to Alex and despite his dickish behavior and his half-hearted break up, I shove her away.
She shoots me a glare, realizes it’s me, and scurries off.
Alex laughs against my ear, his breath on my skin sending a chill down my spine. “God, I fucking love you.”
I want to remind him that he called me a cunt upstairs right before he tried to kick me out of his house.
But I’ll indulge him.
I lean my head back against his hard chest, close my eyes as his hands trail down lower, gripping my bare thighs. “I know.”
He licks his way down my neck. “You’re such a bitch.”
I press further back against his dick. “I know.”
But clearly, he’s a glutton for punishment. I knew he’d do this shit, though. It’s why I didn’t leave. Yeah, maybe I sucked Jamal off but he’s nothing to me. Just a hot guy that wanted what all guys want, and I was only too happy to give it to him.
For two reasons. One, he had something I wanted and two, Alex let Rihanna fucking Martinson kiss him on the cheek after her cheerleading practice and his football practice just before we went to that Shadow Lakes party.
I glance toward the doorway that leads to the foyer in Alex and Eli’s house, and I catch sight of Eli.
Rihanna has her tongue on his neck, her body pressed against his. He’s so tall, and she’s so damn short, it’s almost comical to watch.
