we could always escape up to my room on the third floor. Spend the rest of the week up there.” I lifted a brow. “Naked.”
Tori scoffed. “So Aivery could find out about us?”
“DJ Paulie, too.”
Her forehead wrinkled. “We’re just friends. Are you…”
“What?”
“Being jealous?”
“Nah. I’m just being real.”
“Real about what?”
“He wants you.”
“I’m not available. Not interested.”
“That hasn’t stopped him, Nabby-girl.”
We eye-warred. It wasn’t fair that I called her out on whatever the hell she had going on with Paulie, but I felt crappy and didn’t give a shit about right or wrong. After some time, her eyes were around my shoulder again while her hand traveled down to my crotch where she began stroking me.
“Neither has it stopped your ex-girlfriend, but I haven’t complained.”
When I was about to fuss her ass out about the Aivery mention again, Tori dropped down into a squat, shoving her phone in my hand to hold. She undid my shorts, releasing my semi-hard dick. She wasted no time, taking me into her mouth and working her magic. Once again, I struggled with her giving me head, and not for her lack of skills, but because she did it to communicate gratitude and if that were the case, what was she grateful for now?
I hadn’t given her anything, but my bitchiness. A foul mood I couldn’t quite explain and ideas I could never articulate to her. That aside, it seemed that Tori understood my vibrations were low. Did she have to give me sloppy head to comfort me? Hell no! But as I pumped into her head, peeking over my shoulder to be sure no one saw us, I was the one fucking grateful.
As her tongue roved over my head in between her taking me in, I considered the worst of us being found out. I wouldn’t mind anyone thinking she was mine. Shit. I wouldn’t be mad at all. But Tori wouldn’t fare well from the backlash. She had a whore-complex, thanks to her mother, although she didn’t come close to the title. I’d been the first and, apparently, the only to have her sweet pussy. I was the only dude who’d seen her lose her mind in the fit of an orgasm.
And I’m the only man she’d fall to her knees to pleasure willingly…
“Shiiiiiiit,” I cried, feeling the preamble of my orgasm.
By the time it crested, I almost lost balance. The sounds of her sucking damn near sent me over. And the sight of her wiping her mouth and swallowing when done had me feeling dizzy. She jumped up and looked around me again while helping to tuck my deflated dick back into my boxers, then fasten my shorts.
I couldn’t keep my eyes from her. Tori’s attention was behind me, being the lookout.
“Come on. I think I saw Jerome and Dre.” She took her phone from me. “They must be coming back from the beach.” I followed her from the side of the house to the back. “Would you wake up?” She snickered. “You’re totally giving everything away.”
“I feel like I’m giving you away by not fuckin’ your sweet ass into a screaming fit,” I murmured, adjusting the waist of my shorts.
Tori stopped and smiled. “Later?”
“You have no other choice. The fuck you mean?”
She laughed, leading us to the back.
My mind was still reeling when I heard, “Say cheese, you two.”
My head swung up to find Karmen with that damn camera. I knew I looked stunned: I felt that shit. That’s until Tori pulled me next to her. Nervously, I dropped my arm around her shoulder and caught the flash.
Karmen moved along as Tori conspicuously, yet smoothly announced, “I think Aivery’s room is the second door on the left.”
Huhn?
But I knew what time it was. Tori was being extra fucking sneaky. And in this instance, I had to eat it. I watched her take off toward the beach, leaving me bereft. All that I needed to boost my foul ass mood floated away.
My Blackberry vibrated on my lap.
Ashton: A walk on the beach to talk?
My eyes swept up to him on the upper level of the deck where the guys were hanging out, drinking beer and playing ping-pong. A pain ran through my belly. Something was definitely off with him. He may have laughed on cue and talked to people when spoken to, but Ashton was not himself. And we hadn’t had a moment alone since he got here yesterday.
And to make matters worse, I was forced again into a “sister circle” with the girls