Dirty Little Freaks (15 page)

“Oh fuck it, I’m gonna to cum, I can’t hold back Jade, you are fuckin’ unbelievable,” Rev grunts and stiffens up, I feel him unleash his hot load deep inside my pussy and he collapses on top of me, panting.

I am exhausted and content, and I think I’ve worn the guys out a little. Rev falls to the side of me and we lie still for a few moments until Hush starts to grow restless. I can feel his hands increase in their speed as he plays with my body. Rev isn’t moving, and I wonder if he’s fallen asleep, his eyes are closed and his breath is slowing.

Hush’s fingers probe my cleft, brushing over the fuzz of my growing pubes, slip into the folds and find my clit. I’m almost too sensitive to handle it, but the coke makes me want it more, feel it more. I sigh and lean towards him, stroke his face and drink in the sight of him. His eyes are intense, their blue-green colour is bright as though lit with an inner fire. His mohawk has been pulled back into an elastic in preparation for tonight, but some of the hairs have escaped and are backlit by the bedside lamp, giving him a crooked green halo. His face is calm, almost serene, his lips set in a straight line with the smallest curve of a smile pulling them up at the sides. He pulls away from my pussy and reaches up to match my strokes, traces the curve of my jaw and the outline of my lips. It’s quiet, I can hear Rev breathing and the low rush of traffic somewhere outside, but between Hush and I there is only silence.

I don’t want to break this spell, we are the only two people in the world and I can feel my heart opening up to him. He’s resting his other hand casually on my hip, it burns with the weight of his possession, I feel owned by him and I fucking love it. I’ve never felt so completely in tune with another human being, and even the cynical part of me is muffled tonight. Is it the coke, or the fact that he said he loves me, or is it just me falling in love? I don’t know, but I do know that I never want it to end.

Rev snorts and wakes up, twitches and realizes where he is. His hands reach for me and our little magical bubble is popped. I respond to Rev dragging his fingers along my side, he’s tracing out patterns on my skin, slowly luring me back from Hush. I roll onto my back and greet him with a kiss, his tongue is still not quite right, but I no longer care, I’m high and horny and it’s all good.

Hush tries to pull me back towards him, but I’m lost in the moment, I want them both now. Call me fucking greedy, but I need to have them both inside of me, and Hush’s jealousy only heightens the power I’m feeling.

I let Rev slide his fingers inside of me, and arch my back towards him. Hush grips my hip and tugs at me, his urgency increasing as Rev starts to rub my clit and I say, “Yes, yes, yes,” in response.

Hush moves away and I can feel him shift, I hear him pour himself a drink and drain the glass. He fills it again, and I’m guessing it’s the gin, not the juice that he’s consuming.

Rev leans back and drags me towards him. I reach down and grip his cock, it’s hard and ready to go. He helps me straddle him, I look towards Hush, he’s sitting on the side of the bed with his back to us. The fucking guilt rises like bile in the back of my throat and all I want to do is jump off Rev and go to Hush, comfort him and tell him he’s the only one I want, the only one I ever want.

But I don’t, there’s this destructive part of me that pushes through and decides that if he wanted a threesome, then we’re doing it balls to the wall so help me God. I’m going to keep fucking Rev, even though it looks like every moan or sigh I make is hitting Hush in the heart. I’ll do it because there’s this awful asshole part of me that doesn’t believe him, doesn’t want to let him in, and wants to burn everything to the fucking ground so I can curl up in a ball in the wasted ruins and scream, “I told you so” to the howling wind.

I slide myself down on Rev and he says, “This is insane, you feel so good Jade, you feel so good…” as I start to bounce up and down. I don’t take my eyes off Hush, willing him to turn around.

He does, he finishes his third glass of straight gin and stands up, turns around and grins at me.

“That’s my little whore, that’s my girl,” he says, and I’m not gonna lie, it cuts me deep to hear these words coming from his mouth I fuck Rev harder in response, to show him I am a fucking little whore, that’s all I’m worth. From the first time my mother said it to this time now, I have believed it, I’m not worth more than the pleasure my flesh offers men, somewhere deep inside of me I have always believed it.

Hush gets on the bed behind me, he straddles Rev’s legs and rubs my back, cups my ass as I’m riding Rev’s cock. I love it, self-loathing be damned, this is amazing. Cock in cunt, hands on ass, love in heart, fuck everything else is all I can think, fuck everything except for what’s happening exactly right now in this moment.

“Slow down, babe,” Hush says and grabs a handful of hair. I freeze and almost go limp, my hair being pulled is my secret erogenous zone and I react like a cat in heat being pinned down by a tom. I almost yowl, I swear, I almost fucking yowl like a horny cat in the back alley. The coke is losing its edge but everything still feels electric on my skin, so Hush’s kisses along my spine almost throw me into a frenzy. He massages my ass and spreads my cheeks, he spits and rubs my pucker, inserting his finger. He rolls it around a little, loosening me up. The coke has numbed me somewhat near the entrance, which is beneficial if he’s going to ram his massive dick in there.

“Last chance, fencepost?” he says, pausing behind me.

“Not even close,” I manage to whisper in a hoarse voice.

He holds my hair tight in one hand and guides his cock into my asshole with the other. I cry out in pain and pleasure, my cunt spasms around Rev’s cock and he puts his hands on my hips and groans. Hush pulls out slowly, he’s working the tip of his cock around the rim of my pucker from the inside; waiting until I relax before he fully enters me. I loosen up and he shoves his cock back in, harder this time. I gasp, I sound like I’m surprised, but I was expecting it. I think what surprises me is the intensity I feel, the raw animal lust I have welling up from somewhere deep inside of me. I don’t know where this comes from; I don’t recognize this primitive grunting, sweating bitch. I didn’t know I had it in me.

Hush pulls out again and begins pumping against my ass. I can feel it burning a little at the entrance, but the coke definitely has done its job and it’s more on the pleasure than pain side of the spectrum. Pleasurable pain. Rev begins to match Hush’s rhythm and I’ve got two cocks going in and out of me in time. I don’t know how long I can last like this, but I want to keep riding this wave, it feels like the bed is in the middle of the ocean, I feel so light and liquidy.

I can’t hang on any longer. Rev’s fingers are entwined in mine offering support or I feel like I might fly away. Hush has his arms wrapped tight around my waist and he’s fucking me like a man on fire. He’s whispering my name over and over, Rev is grunting and making the most wonderful rutting animals noises deep from the back of his throat. I know I am going to cum, so I stop moving and let the moment wash over me. The two cocks are pounding inside of me at exactly the same time, and I let go.

I scream, a feral howl that astonishes me with its force. It rises up from somewhere inside, I’m getting ass fucked and my pussy is filled with cock, my mind can barely contain the flashes of light going off behind my lids as I close my eyes. I begin to sob with pleasure, deep rhythmic moans that match their thrusting. My pussy clenches so hard, Rev is done, he stabs upwards with one quick motion and shoots his load inside of me. I can feel it spilling out of me as his cock recedes. Hush is still going, he is holding onto my body like I’ll escape if he loosens his grip. He thrusts a few more times, my ass is really starting to ache, but I’m pushed into yet another orgasm. He pulls my hair and brings my head back to meet him, he bites my neck hard and pumps his hot cum inside my ass. I cry out as he finishes, the bite is painful but it adds to the intensity of the moment. I feel like he’s conquered me, taken me and ravaged me and left me with no means of escape.

I am his, completely. It’s like Rev no longer exists, Hush and I twist and squirm our release together with no thought of anyone but us. We fall off Rev, I’m still in the grip of his arms, and we entwine ourselves together the moment we hit the bed.

Some time during the night Rev gets up to leave. I think he’s feeling a little like a third wheel, Hush and I have really found each other again, once the lights were turned out.

“Hey guys,” Rev says in the darkened room, “So I’m gonna head ‘er.”

“Do you want me to turn on the lights?” I ask, ever the considerate hostess.

“No worry, I think all my clothes are by the front door,” he laughs. “Keep me in mind if you ever want to do this again, I wouldn’t mind a chance at your ass next time.”

Hush growls “Not likely, dude, that ass is mine.” He squeezes it under the covers and I giggle.

“Just sayin’,” Rev says, a grin in his voice. “Anyhow, take care, I’m just gonna let myself out if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I tell him and add, “it was crazy fun.”

“It was. Remember, I’m the first person you call if he pisses you off,” Rev replies and opens the bedroom door. I hear him close the front door a few minutes later and I sink back into the magical happy bubble with Hush.

He pulls me against his chest and I sigh with contentment. His heart is beating so steady, and his arms around me make me feel secure, like nothing in the world could harm me ever again. Fuck you mom, I found happiness you skank. I smile against his chest and he asks, “What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing much,” I say, “just this, all of it. I’m so happy to have you.”

“Me too,” he replies, “And I meant it, when I said I loved you. I do love you.”

I don’t know how to reply. I’ve never told anyone else that I loved them. I mean, other than the old ‘I love you man’ to Eva. I don’t even remember ever saying those words to my mother, or grandmother or even my pet cat when I was a kid. I’m Jade, Jack, JD, and I don’t love.

But I love him, and I smile again in the darkness and softly say, “I know, and I love you too.”

We fall asleep like that, our arms around each other, our hearts beating together and our words of love hanging on our breath. I can understand why love makes the world go around, why all those shitty romances sell like hotcakes, and why everything on our planet always seems to lead back to love.

It’s fucking amazing, that’s why.

But my name is Jack Daniels, and I’m a fucking idiot. Nothing lasts forever, except misery, I knew that long ago and I should have remembered it. There are no fairy tales in my world, no happy endings and no Prince Charming with a crazy mohawk and beautiful blue-green eyes.

When I wake up, it’s bright. I reach for my phone and realize I left it in my purse where our clothes fell last night. Hush is gone, the bed is empty and his pillow is cold. He must have been gone for a while. I listen for him, thinking he must be in the kitchen or the bathroom, but the apartment has that singular silence that lets you know you’re alone.

I stretch and get out of bed slowly, thinking he must have stepped out to get us something to eat. He’s such a doll, always thinking of considerate things to make me happy.

I grab an old tattered robe, one I stole from a Holiday Inn years ago when mom and I were in between apartments. We’d never paid, and I’d scooped the plush, comfy robe as a bit of a consolation prize to myself for putting up with mom’s shit. It’s pretty ratty now, half the terry cloth is rubbed flat, and the other half has been dulled to a yellowish hue from the repeated washings, but I don’t care. I wrap it around me, and knot the belt. I tremble, somehow I know something’s up but I’m not ready to face it.

I walk into the living room, look at the front entrance and all of his clothes are gone. He’s gone.

I sit on the couch, not sure if I should laugh or cry. I mean, yeah, he could be out picking me up a chai latte and an oat bar from Starbucks, but then again my mom could really be Sharon Stone and my dad a fucking magical unicorn named Sparkles living in rainbow land.