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“Yeah fucking right,” I muttered, and poured a line out on the coffee table.
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The coke buzz was beginning to even out when I noticed movement around me. I opened my eyes to see most of the Freeway’s heading out, their helmets either in their hands or already on their heads. I saw Lab Rat stuffing a ton of clear plastic baggies into the pocket of his cuts, and Jess was kissing Breaker on the cheek while he fiddled with a camera, the strap looped around his neck.
I hummed, stretching out and relishing the pops of my joints repositioning. Drug deals and blackmail photos: the Freeway Kings’ bread and butter. My head lolled to the side to see Ray with some blonde whore in his lap. I wasn’t in the mood to watch that shit, and my high was wearing off a little, so I stood up and left. He was too busy sticking his tongue down her throat to notice.
Jess caught up to me just before I closed the front door behind me.
“Where are you going?” she asked, lips pursed and brows furrowed worriedly.
“Out,” I shrugged.
“You’re going to visit that friend again, aren’t you?” she asked anxiously, checking over her shoulder. I just shrugged, tapping my foot. I was feeling fidgety, too much energy suddenly racing under my skin. I wanted to get out, wanted to move, wanted to do something, and I wanted to do it now. Jess still looked worried, but she let me go with a quick, “Be careful.”
I didn’t have a plan of where to go. I just ended up wandering the streets, wishing I’d stopped long enough to put on some shoes. My feet couldn’t decide if they were too hot, too cold, or too bruised from the stones covering the sidewalk, so all I was registering was vague pain. Everything was looking familiar, and I thought it was just because of how long I’d lived in Mascid before I realized… I was near Crow’s house. I bit my lip, debating with myself for a moment. I had decided to be happy with what I had with Ray only hours ago, and it was likely that if I texted Crow he would just ignore it, like he had all my texts since discovering I had a boyfriend.
“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself, pulling my phone out of the pocket of my shorts. I didn’t think about it, I just typed out a simpleDrink with meand sent it off before I had a chance to chicken out. I didn’t have much hope that he would answer, so the phone was already halfway into my pocket when it chimed.
Why should I?Crow’s text read. I stared at it, heart thumping in my throat. I was holding the phone so hard my knuckles were white. I chewed my lip, inexplicably nervous, and decided to try and bluff.
Because you want to,I typed. My phone chimed again almost immediately. A smile spread across my face as I read his answer.
Mine. Five minutes.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and turned left. If I was walking faster than usual, no one but me would know. It was barely three minutes later that I was hurrying up Crow’s driveway, and he had the door open before I could knock. I saw him give my bare feet a strange look, but I didn’t care. He stepped aside to let me in, and I breathed in the familiar smell of smoke, sandalwood, and gasoline. I felt something in my chest unknot.
Muscle memory carried me through the hallway into Crow’s sitting room, and I sat in my usual spot on his sagging couch. My feet welcomed the absence of pressure on them, and I quickly checked them for any cuts from the stones. None, thankfully. Crow had gone to get a couple of beers, following the usual routine, but he left mine on the coffee table instead of passing it to me, and he didn’t sit next to me like he used to. Instead, he stood as far away from me as he could while remaining in the sitting room, beer hanging loosely in his hand by his side. He refused to fully look at me. Neither of us drank. I studied him. His blue eyes were dull and so cold they made me shiver. I scowled to cover it up.
“Knock it off, would you?” I snapped at him, looking away and beginning to regret my impulse decision to come here. I crossed my arms across my chest, trying to make a defensive barrier between us. I wasn’t sure how well it worked. “Come sit next to me, like you used to.”
“Why the fuck should I?” he asked. The air was so tense it made my skin crawl, but I refused to fidget. He ran a hand through his hair, and I noticed with a start that it was loose, falling gently around his shoulders. I wanted to tangle my fingers in it. I opened my mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. He huffed, a noise that was half sigh and half growl. “Why the fuck are you even here, Jade? Why not go home to your fucking boyfriend?”
Anger flared to life in my chest as I narrowed my eyes at him. “What, you jealous or something?” I mocked.
“Fuck off.” He glared. “I don’t get jealous.”
“No?” I raised my eyebrow. Finally, I leaned forward to pick up the beer bottle, making sure to push my boobs up. Then I sat back, legs stretched out and inviting, and tilted my head back to highlight the line of my throat as I drank. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. “You sure about that?” I asked, smirking. He said nothing. I licked a few drops of beer from my lips, slowly, deliberately, watching the way his eyes followed the movement. I was playing with fire and I knew it, I just couldn’t stop myself. I rose from the couch and stepped toward him.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I moved closer. His voice was hoarse. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was afraid of me. I felt powerful as I pressed myself against his front and saw the way he swallowed when my breath brushed against his jaw. It was a rush that beat out any drug I’d ever had. He looked at me warily, but didn’t move away as I rose up on my toes. It was a game of chicken that I wasn’t going to lose, especially as I finally got to run my fingers through his mane of hair. I was right; it was as soft as it looked.
“You sure you don’t want me?” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. Then his mouth was on mine, his hands clutching my hips. I gasped into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as my hands turned to fists in his hair to pull him closer to me. His tongue invaded my mouth, hot and wet as it stroked along mine and drew breathless moans from my throat. His hands slid up my waist and over my ribs beneath my camisole, the rasp of his callous-rough skin against mine sending sparks shooting through my veins. I wanted more. I tapped lightly at his shoulders, and immediately Crow backed off, hands dropping to his sides. Something lurched in my stomach at the way he let me push him away, and I knew what I wanted to do.
“Jade… I’m sorry… I didn’t—fuck—are you—?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I cut off his garbled gasps with a roll of my eyes and sank to my knees. Crow’s eyes went wide.
“Jade, Jesus, fuck, what the fuck are you—?”
“Isaidshut up,” I huffed, tugging the button of his jeans loose. I nosed at the bulge already straining the denim, my tongue darting out to taste the wet spot that was starting to form. I was more excited to do this than I’d been in a long time. Crow’s hand lifted to tangle in my hair at the base of my neck as I pulled his zipper down with my teeth, his breath coming heavier. I grinned up at him as I tugged his jeans and boxers down at once.
His cock curved up to his stomach as it sprang free. I pressed kisses to his inner thighs, teasing him as I slowly moved upward. Crow groaned as I nosed at the junction of his thigh and hip, nipping at the thin sensitive skin there, before running my tongue along the vein running up the underside of his cock. I hummed, relishing the way his breath hitched and his muscles jumped under my hands. His hips twitched when I flicked my tongue against the head, and his cock bumped against my face, leaving a slight trail of precum.
“Sorry,” Crow gasped.
“Don’t be,” I murmured, and finally took him into my mouth, sliding down his length until it bumped the back of my throat. His head fell back as he moaned low in his chest. The motion of sucking someone off was familiar but, like everything with Crow, the experience was completely new. A deep musky smell filled my nose, Crow’s scent but more intense, and the skin was velvety soft and pleasantly salty on my tongue. I hummed as I slid up and down his length, setting up a steady rhythm, and Crow’s grip tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to send pinpricks of pleasure-pain racing up and down the back of my neck.
“Jesus, your mouth,” he panted. I looked up through my lashes to see him flushed all the way down his chest, eyes screwed shut as he muttered gruff praises. Pleased with the obvious effect I had on him, I smiled around his length, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him deeper. I made sure to keep flicking my tongue against that sensitive spot on the head of his cock. A bead of sweat slid down the side of his neck, and his hips were thrusting lightly, faster than I wanted him to be. It was going to be over too soon. I held his hips to keep him in place and kept up my slow rhythm, nails digging into his skin as I fought to keep my own arousal under control. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, and my pussy throbbed with the need for friction.
