Tragic Beauty (Beauty & The Darkness #1)(61)

“Hey, Red, how do her tits look? Look pretty good bouncing like that, don’t they? Awww, he’s being shy, Ava. He’s trying not to look, but I can tell he likes it.

“Okay, now grind on me a little. Work that tight ass into me. Ohhhh, that’s good. So good. Alright, alright—hold up. Almost there. I need to feed you, don’t forget. On your knees, now. Give me that mouth. Wrap your lips around me. There you go. Ohhhhh fuuuuuck! All the way, Ava. All the way down your throat.”

He takes my head in both hands and shoves me down the length of him, until my nose is buried deep in that dark pelt of hair. His warm seed bursts into my throat, over and over, dripping down my insides. He holds me in place, silent and straining while he feeds me. When he’s empty, he lets me go and slumps back in his chair. His meat slips from my mouth, wet and spent, while my head falls against his thigh. I can still feel him sliding down inside me.

“So fucking good, Ava,” the beast sighs, petting my hair.

I sit there with my eyes closed, unable to do anything but lose myself in his soft touch.

He’s still stroking me, when he says, “Hey, Red, you’ve been like a brother to me all these years. Only real friend I’ve ever had. How about I let you give Ava a second helping of dessert.”

The beast is still touching me, watching me as my eyes open and a tear bleeds onto his jeans. That’s when I hear the screech of Red’s chair. My stomach starts to hurt when I think he’s setting up for me, but instead…

“That’s it, Shayne,” Red says. “I’m done. I’m fucking done with this shit.”

“Alright, then. Have it your way.” The beast still touches me. Still strokes me. “Send Rex and Pete up then, will you? I know they won’t mind sticking their cocks in her mouth.”

“Damn it, Shayne! What the hell! This is messed up. So fucking messed up!!”

The beast chuckles and looks to Red who’s standing in the kitchen now. “Oh, come on. We’ve shared girls before. Plenty of them. And all of them blonde with blue eyes, so we could both pretend we were getting inside our little Ava here.” He strokes my cheek, running his fingers over another tear, and starts petting my hair again.

“Hey, Red, remember that first girl? The first girl we took? We were what, almost eighteen then, and both virgins? Can you believe that, Ava? I was a virgin then, well sort of. Because I was waiting for you. But we hadn’t made our deal yet and I was starting to think we might not happen, and my balls were getting so blue I was feeling like one of those Smurfs. And I knew Red over there was a virgin too. He didn’t have the looks, you see, and he’s always been so damn shy. So I picked you up, didn’t I Red? Said we were going to get some that night.

“We ended up driving to that dive bar up in Santa Maria, and you were all worried we wouldn’t get in because we were underage. But we got in, didn’t we?” he says with a chuckle, leaning forward to refill his glass. “Yeah, just like I said we would. They didn’t care, it was so damn crowded and they were making money.” He settles back, takes a long drink, then gets to stroking my hair again. “Anyway, I’d grabbed us a couple beers and we were standing off to the side watching the dance floor. That’s when we saw her at the same time. She was older and not near as pretty as our little Ava here, but she was close enough. Had that tight body, the long, blonde hair, and the blue eyes. When she caught sight of me watching her, she left that guy she was dancing with and pranced right up, didn’t she? That was back when I was pretty though. That wouldn’t have happened now.”

He pauses to adjust my hair, pulling it back off my breast, then strokes my face.

“Anyway, I didn’t barely have to say two words to her when she asked if I wanted to get out of there. She had no idea what she was in for. You did though, Red. I know you did, because I’d said our names were Mike and…Alex, I think. Or something like that. So we went back to her place, a little dump of a house hidden back in the trees that she shared with another girl, who was traveling or something.

“So we had her all to ourselves, didn’t we, Red? Remember how mad she got when I came up behind her, pulled the straps down off her tank top, letting her tits out, then called her Ava. Boy, she got fired right up. But that was nothing compared to when I had you toss me your knife. She realized right quick what she’d gotten into, and got to squirming so hard, trying to get away. But all it took was that knife to her throat and she got real quiet.” He stops and chuckles. “When I had her point to which bedroom was hers, her hand was shaking like one of those machines that mixes up paint. You know what I’m talking about? Anyway, I started pushing her that way, while you were taking a seat on the sofa and turning on the television, knowing it would be a while. And it was, wasn’t it? I was in there for a good couple hours, working out my frustrations over Ava here.”

He takes in a long breath and slowly lets it out, then starts running his hand over my hair again. “By the time I left her, she was lying face down on the bed, with barely any life left in her. But there was just enough. Just enough for you, Red. And when I came out and collapsed on the sofa next to you, I could see you were struggling with it all. You were staring at that open door, looking like it was some big black hole. That’s when I nudged you and said, ‘Don’t be a coward, Red. Gotta happen sometime.’ Remember that? Oh, you hated being called a coward. Still do. But you made me proud, didn’t you? You walked in there and spent a good bit of time on her, yourself.