Consumed (9 page)

Dan grinned from ear to ear fully aware that she did look nice and that she had also been flirting with him.

Joel didn’t share his enthusiasm, “Is there anyone you wouldn’t fuck, Michael? Jesus Christ...”

“Me!” Lara pointed out. “But only because I said no, right?”

“I told you...” Michael went to defend himself but was cut off mid-sentence.

“Fine, we’ll stay for dinner...We’ll get a lift to the petrol station but after that we’re going home!” hissed Joel.

“What?” asked Dan. “Home? What about the weekend we had planned?”

“I think we should cut our losses...I mean, is anyone even still in the mood for it? I, for one, am not. I don’t want to spend any more time with him,” Joel pointed to Michael.

“For fuck sakes! I’m sorry!” said Michael - not keen on losing a friend nor his weekend away, especially as he had walked out of a job to make sure he could attend it.

“What for?” asked Joel. “Are you sorry for getting us in this position, in the first place, or are you sorry for trying to fuck Lara?”

“What? Whoa there...Have we missed something?” asked Dan.

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” said Hayley, “you’ve had your eyes fixed firmly on that slut’s breasts since she introduced herself and tried giving you a lap dance?”

“What? Oh, come on, don’t you start...I was being friendly...They were being friendly to us! What was I supposed to do?” asked Dan.

“I think we all need to just calm down a little,” said Charlotte, “let’s not forget where we are...”

They all fell silent.

“Look, I just want to eat the meal and go home. If you lot want to go on to the site, you can...I’m just not in the mood for any further little adventures this weekend,” said Joel eventually.

“Fine, if that’s what you want,” said Dan. “I think it’s a shame but I won’t twist your arm.” He addressed the rest of the group, “What about the rest of you? What do you want to do?”

“I think things have been said and done already which would make for an unpleasant weekend,” said Lara. “I agree with Joel.”

“You can answer that but you can’t answer whether you want to go out with him again though?” spat Michael seizing his opportunity to make her feel as uncomfortable as him.

Dan, Charlotte and Hayley all turned to Lara, surprised to learn Joel had asked her out again.

“Fuck you,” hissed Lara.

“Didn’t we establish that was never going to happen?” said Joel, backing up Lara - although part of him had hoped it would prompt her to give him an answer.

“Fine! We’ll all go home!” said Michael. “But I think you’re being retarded! This was all nothing more than a mere speed bump. The text was taken out of context and the fact I got us lost...Just a mistake...You want to punish everyone because of that...Fine. Be my guest. But that’s your choice so fuck you.”

The living room door opened and Andrea walked in with a tray of drinks, “See - it never takes long when there’s more than one of you in the kitchen. And they say too many chefs ruin the broth. Proof in the pudding that this isn’t the case.” She put the tray down on the table opposite the group, “Are you having fun? Sorry to be so anti-social...We just want to ensure dinner is ready in a timely fashion...No doubt you’re all keen to get going!”

“It’s fine,” said Joel, trying his best to keep a civil tone in his voice despite his blackened mood. “We have all the time in the world,” he finished.

“That’s lovely, dear,” Andrea replied. “Well enjoy your drinks, you must be parched, and I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” She finished what she was saying but she didn’t leave. She simply stood there, in front of them, watching the glasses. Eventually the youths took the hint and took up a glass each.

“Thank you,” they all muttered before taking a sip each to keep her happy.

“My pleasure,” she said. She smiled and walked from the room, closing the living room door behind her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Dan opened his eyes and sat bolt upright when he realised he was lying on a bed. Tammy was sitting on the end of it looking at him with a genuine look of concern on her face.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Where am I? What happened?” he asked. He looked around the decidedly pink bedroom; pink duvet, pink pillow cases, pink walls. Definitely her room. “Where the hell am I?”

“It’s okay,” said Tammy. “You’re in my bedroom.” She saw the look of panic on her face and went onto explain, “My dad put you in here after you fainted downstairs.”

“I fainted?”

“Banged your head pretty hard on the side too. We were worried.”

“I fainted?” he repeated. He rubbed his head as though it’d help with the banging headache he had pounding the inside of his skull. “Where’s Hayley?” he asked.

“She’s downstairs. They all are. They’re eating. I excused myself to go to the toilet. Wanted to make sure you were okay. They told me to leave you be but...I wanted to check. Is that bad?”

“What? No...No, it’s fine. Thank you. Fainted you say?”

She nodded, “You mentioned something about feeling funny one minute and the next, you dropped like a sack of spuds. How are you feeling now?”

He shook his head, “Okay I guess...I don’t remember anything. I best go and make my apologies.”

Tammy slid up the bed, closer to him, and pushed him back down so his head was on the pillow, “There’s no rush, is there?” she asked. “I’ve been wanting to get you to myself since I first saw you. Thought you looked tasty...”

“Tasty?” he laughed. “People still say that?”

“I do,” she nodded. She laid down next to him. “Kiss me?”

“What?”

“Please. I want to taste you. Kiss me.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. She kissed him on the mouth. A small peck to start off with. He kissed her back and she opened her mouth, slightly, to grant access to his wandering tongue. “You taste good,” she said at the first opportunity. She moved back in for another kiss but Dan stopped her.

“Wait.”

“What is it?” she asked. She looked more confused than hurt. As though she didn’t normally get men stopping her from kissing them.

“I have a girlfriend. She’s downstairs...You’re beautiful...Really you are but I can’t do this...” he said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she purred. She kissed him on the right cheek whilst stroking her hand down his left. The hand didn’t stop there, and neither did her mouth. She kissed his mouth again, encouraging him to kiss her back, whilst her hand moved down his body. Down his strong chest, across his stomach and over his crotch. “Do you want me to stop? It doesn’t feel as though you want me to,” she whispered.

Dan sighed with pleasure and kissed her again whilst she fumbled with his belt. Seconds later she freed his erect penis.

“It’ll be our secret,” she whispered as she started to stroke his hard shaft. “Do you want me to kiss it?”

Dan was squirming on the bed with pleasure. He nodded without hesitation. Tammy smiled and kissed him again before positioning herself so she was sat on top of his chest, her hand reaching behind her - refusing to release her grip on his cock. She laughed as she repositioned her body so that she was sitting on his legs - making it hard for him to move, not that he had any intention of moving away from her. Seconds later her warm mouth enveloped his manhood. He sighed with pleasure again as her saliva trickled over his helmet with a gentle flick of her tongue.

“That feels so good,” he moaned.

Tammy looked up and sucked her way to the tip of his cock before letting it slip out of her mouth, “I want to taste you,” she said.

“Don’t stop, please...” he sighed.

Tammy smiled and continued to suck on his member, much to Dan’s delight.

“Ouch,” he suddenly sat upright. “Less teeth,” he whispered, still nervous of anyone catching them.

Despite having his penis in her mouth, Tammy couldn’t help but smile at his request.

“Tammy,” he whispered as he tried to get her attention as he felt she couldn’t have heard him. “Tammy,” he repeated. He looked down to where her head was bobbing up and down. When he whispered her name for a third time, she opened her eyes and looked him directly in the eye. “You’re hurting me,” he whispered, a frantic look in his eye and a quiver in his voice despite his best efforts to hide it from Tammy for fear of offending her.

Tammy didn’t release his penis from her mouth, instead she closed her eyes and - within a split second - clamped her teeth down, with enough force to ensure the top row met up with the bottom, before twisting her head to the side as hard as she possibly could, tearing his member from his body with an awful ripping sound that was nearly drowned out by his loud, ear-piercing scream. Blood spraying everywhere. She sat upright, her jaws chewing, with a devilish look in her perfect blue eyes. Had Dan been able to open his eyes he’d have been able to see a complete look of euphoria upon her pretty, but bloodied, face. A few determined chews before she took a hard swallow. Dan continued screaming, with his complexion getting paler, as Tammy sucked her fingers clean.

“You taste amazing,” she said, “nom nom nom.” She moved down his writhing body, back to where his appendage used to be, and stuck her tongue into the still bleeding hole. Dan’s shrieks of pain and terror abruptly stopped as shock, and blood loss, forced him into a state of unconsciousness - not that Tammy cared as she continued to lick at the blood as though she were a cat lapping up a bowl of delicious fresh milk.

A few more minutes of frenzied drinking and she moved back up to be face to face with him, “Why’d you have to fall unconscious? You missed the best bit.” She sighed, “They always do.” She prised his mouth open and tentatively reached in, with two fingers, and took hold of his tongue. With it firmly between her fingers, she pulled it out of his mouth and touched it with her own tongue, “Kiss me,” she purred. She made the tongue flap up and down, using her fingers, and matched its actions with her own tongue. “I knew you’d be a good kisser,” she said when she eventually stopped. She couldn’t help but laugh as she took his tongue between her teeth. She released her fingers and started to slowly move her head backwards until Dan’s tongue was stretched as far as it could possibly stretch.

The same mischievous grin spread across her face as it had done earlier. She took a hold of his tongue, once more, and informed him, “These are two of my favourite things,” she said. “The first...” she used her head to point downwards to his crotch, “...You can’t beat it. But, the second best bit?” she smiled again and gave Dan’s tongue a short, sharp tug - ripping it from his mouth. “Perfect!”

She tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and dropped the piece of tongue onto her own. She held it there for a moment to savor the flavour, “Oh my, how did you have this in your mouth for all these years and not get tempted to swallow it yourself? I don’t think I could have done it. Although, I’m not entirely sure how feasible it would have been to actually eat it yourself...” She looked at Dan. There was absolutely no colour in his complexion at all, other than the traces of slowly drying blood she had inadvertently wiped on his skin whilst getting close to him, and his chest was barely moving up and down. “You’re not listening to me at all, are you?” she said, a slight hint of disappointment in her voice that her playmate was already near death. She carried on chewing, occasionally sucking, on the tongue before swallowing it down her throat. “Yummy!”

A knock on the door shattered her euphoric bliss and made her jump.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“It’s me,” said Johnny. “Can I come in?”

“Hang on!”