Chapter 9: : Chapter 9

bathroom, but instead of doing blow, someone is blowing me.

Immediately after following blondie into the room, she pushes me up against the door and begins unbuckling my pants, kneeling down to the floor.

I like where her head’s at, literally and figuratively.

My chest is rising and falling at the quickness of it all, and before I know it, her mouth is on me. I groan, dropping my head back against the door as she licks up and down my shaft with her warm, wet tongue.

“Ah, fuck yeah.”

She murmurs something about it being big into my groin before placing her lips around the head of my cock as she sucks. Picking up the speed, she uses one hand to stroke my length while mouthing the part she can. She sucks, her cheeks hollowing as her head bobs against me. I gently hold on to her head, near her ears, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling as the slurping sounds continue. Her saliva is coating my entire length now and I’m rock hard, ready to fuck something.

“Stand up,” I say to blondie.

She smirks and stands, wiping her mouth with one hand before resting her forearms against the bathroom sink, popping her ass up to me. I push up her little jean skirt, grabbing for her thong, pulling it down her thighs while taking in the view of her tight ass. It’s nice, I’m not even gonna lie.

“Fuck…condom,” I say, about to put it in without thinking.

She opens the little medicine cabinet behind the mirror in front of her, checking through a few things before she finds one. She holds it up behind her, smirking at me in the mirror.

I tear it open, rolling it on my cock before lining myself with her. She’s wet and ready for me to slide in. I roughly push into her and her head drops back, her eyes screwing closed. She moans loudly, clutching the sink handles with white knuckles as I pull out and slide back into her again, attempting to go deeper, until she can take all of me.

“Oh my God,” she moans.

I reach around her, grasping at her breasts over her tank top as I continue the motions, quickening the pace. Our bodies slap together as the sex becomes aggressive and needy. I need to cum, to erase the memory of my last nut.

She puts her hand back against my hip, pushing back on me, stalling my movements.

“Too big,” she comments.

I back off, pulling out of her as my dick bobs in the air between us. She spins around and hops on the counter instead. With her legs spread, I find my way back in, pressing myself into her at a new angle. She grips my shoulder with one hand, her other hand behind her, bracing herself against the mirror.

I pound into her again and again, her shoulder blades slamming against the mirrored cabinet behind her. I’m fucking out my frustrations with a stranger. What a life I’m living.

She cries out, reaching her orgasm before me as her legs tighten around my back and her nails dig into my shoulders. With a few more thrusts, I empty myself into the condom, breathing heavily as I do. I fall forward, resting my head against the mirror as I catch my breath, feeling a strange emotion take over me. I pause with my forehead against the mirror, kinda wishing I could send my face through it.

I imagine myself doing it. Smashing face first into the glass, the shards piercing through my skin, my blood coating me in a warm embrace of my own self destruction. Physical pain can be numbing when psychological pain overwhelms the mind.

I swallow it away, standing upright to pull out of her and help her down. She giggles at the situation, quickly fixing her skirt, then checking her makeup in the mirror. Her hand on the door, she twists it open, smirking back at me before sneaking back out into the party.

And that’s that.

After leaving the party with Cam and Cole, we head back to the house for the night. They were both surprised I came home with them. They assumed I’d do what I always do and stay out all night, finding my way back in the early hours of the morning, which was typical of me. But my vibe was all off. I wasn’t feeling like my normal, happy-go-lucky self. I needed sleep or something. It felt like my energy was that of a sloth. A drug addicted sloth who had a thing for a girl he couldn’t touch. Not because he couldn’t touch her, but because she was unobtainable by her own personality.

I fucked another girl in order to erase the memory of Han. How messed up am I? Sleep. I needed sleep and maybe some soup. Soup helps.

The next morning, after a restless night of tossing and turning, I wake up early and hit the showers. I walk out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but my sweats, surprised to see both my roommates up and moving around already.

“Don’t you people sleep? What the fuck?” I groan, leaning against the wall of the hallway.

“Morning champ,” Cole grins from the island. “Heard about Toni.”

“Heardaboutahuh?” I slur, still drying my damp hair with a towel.

“Toni. She’s going around telling everyone what a great fuck you are.”

I close my eyes tightly, inhaling a deep breath, then letting it out as I focus back on Cole again. She’s smiling mischievously at me.

“You fucked Toni too? Jesus, I thought I heard you and Brynn were in Bran’s room?” Hawke adds in, taking a sip from his coffee.

Yep, definitely not Brynn with me there. Jesus, three different girls in three different circumstances in one night? Cole was right, I’m a fucking ho.

“Brynn said she thought there was a whale in his pants,” Cole adds.

“Are you guys writers for the Kid Chronicles? What is with this interrogation, and at eight in the morning?! Leave me the fuck alone.”

“It’s always the tall skinny guys with the big dicks.” I hear a voice that cuts through into my chest, sending an odd wave of pain searing through me.

I walk a little further out of the hallway to see Han sitting at the end of the island with them, sipping on some coffee. Her hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head, with little pieces falling out all over. She’s wearing a huge blue oversized sweatshirt with a wolf howling at the moon on it and what looks to be nothing underneath. Did she spend the night?

Now she thinks I fuck everyone. Great.

“And how would you know that?” Cole asks her condescendingly.

“Um, because I’ve fucked a lot of tall, skinny guys with big dicks.”

Hawke laughs, choking on his coffee while Cole shakes her head at her older sister.

Great. Han fucks everyone, too. I don’t even know how to process life anymore.

Did she spend the night here after the party? It would literally kill me to know she was under the same roof as me and not in my bed.

“And what about Bran? I saw you guys flirting last night. What’s that all about?” Cole questions.

“Yes, what is that all about, Han?” I ask, saddling up alongside Cole where she’s perched behind the counter, bending forward with her chin resting on her hands, mimicking her stance as we both stare at her.

I’d like some answers too, especially after that weird kiss/safe breaking-into moment. And because apparently I’m becoming a nosy weirdo.

“Bran’s a dick.” She scoffs like it was nothing. “I was just trying to get something out of him.”

“Jo, I’ve told you to stay away from them. They’re involved in some heavy shit. Those guys don’t even know what they’re doing. Plus, he still low-key hates you for Sera. You need to watch your back.”

“Oh, fuck him. You don’t need to worry about me, Nic. I’m fine,” she says, rolling her eyes at her little sister.

I want to ask her what she thought was going to be in the safe, but I don’t think she wants Cole to know any part of that, so I hold off. And Sera? Who’s Sera? And why does she need to watch out for Bran?

“Just because you used to date doesn’t mean you can trust him anymore. He’s crazy, Jo.”

“Yeah, thanks for the after school special. Pretty sure I’ve made it through worse than Bran without your help.” She brushes off Cole’s concern, finishing her coffee by chugging the rest of it.

Chugging a full cup of hot coffee.

Cole and I stare at her in amazement as her throat rolls it down, the heat clearly unable to touch someone of Han’s temp.

“I’m gonna sit by the water,” she comments, leaving her mug on the island.

She gets up out of her seat, walking out towards the stairs to head to the patio. I turn my attention to Cole and Hawke, waiting for their response.

“Don’t let it get to you, baby. You can’t change her,” Hawke says from his position against the counter.

Cole sighs, raking a hand through her long blonde hair. “I know. I just worry. She thinks she can just do anything she wants, but he’s different.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good, taking on everyone’s problems.” Hawke pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “But some people don’t want to be saved.”

I think about his last sentence. I remember when she muttered those same words to me. She’s definitely not the type to want to be saved. That much is a given.

I make my way out to the beach, seeing her sitting by herself at the edge of the water. I walk up along the cool sand, plopping myself down next to her in the morning sun, where she’s hugging her knees, looking down at her toes. Black painted nails sit at the very edge of the sand where the water can just almost reach her, but not quite.

“It almost got me last time,” she whispers, looking at her toes. “But I won’t let it touch me.”

Her words are so heavy. So heavy that I can’t even respond to them. She doesn’t want a response either. When she speaks, she wants you to listen, to absorb. If you understand it, you understand her. So, she waits, contemplating if you can pass the test or not.

“Do you like porn, Han?”

She breaks out into a chuckle that soon turns into a belly laugh, glancing from her toes up to me. A smile stretches across my face at the sound of her infectious laugh.

“I’m just wondering what you type in your searches,” I continue, gazing at her smile, loving seeing those little nose freckles up close.

“And what the hell made you think of that?”

“Well, you make random statements and questions to figure people out and I feel like everything I need to know about a person is in what they search on PornHub.”

“Goddammit Kid.” She laughs, running her hands down her makeup free and flawless face.

“You’re just what I needed.”

I felt that in places I shouldn’t.

“So, you still didn’t answer,” I say, nudging into her with my shoulder playfully.

She rocks to the side then looks over at me with a smirk and I can see that the answer is in the front of her mind.

“Alright, I’ll tell you mine so you feel more comfortable,” I interrupt her thoughts.

“I feel you would’ve told me regardless if I wanted to hear it or not,” she states with a narrowed eyed smirk.

“Probably true.”

“Alright, hotshot, what do you search?” she asks, turning to face me, placing her total focus on me.

I wait for a few seconds, for the buildup, of course.

“Creampies. There, I said it.” I shrug with my hands in the air.

“Creampies?!” She drops her mouth open with a smile lingering.

“Yep, ready to psychoanalyze that?”

She taps on the curve of her lip, thinking as she studies me. Her eyes sweep down the length of me and then back up to my face again.

“You like to live on the edge with no regard to consequences, lack of condom symbolizing that,” she begins. “And you have zero filter, the lack of condom symbolizing that as well.”

“Wow.” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nodding.

She tucks her chin against her shoulder, smiling adorably. “How’d I do?”

“Not bad. Your turn.”

She bites her bottom lip, looking down at the sand and drawing a little spiral circle with her finger.

“Ugh, alright. Jesus, this is personal.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, facing me as I admire the tiny gold hoops and random piercings along the shell.

“See, it’s a great way to get to know someone,” I smirk, awaiting her answer.

“Threesomes,” she says quickly, then looks to see my reaction.

I wrap my arms around my knees, nodding as I look out at the water with a straight face, not giving away anything.

“Psychoanalyze away,” she adds in, gazing at me.

I lick my lips like I’m a professor about to give a profound speech, when I say, “I really don’t think there’s anything deeper to it. I just really wanted to know what you watch while you play with yourself.”

“Kid!” she gasps, making a shocked, yet grinning face, punching me in the arm, pushing me off balance into the sand. “You prick.”

I laugh along with her, wiping the sand off the palms of my hands. “And to be honest, I like creampies because I just love wet and messy sex.”

“There’s nothing worse than dry sex,” she agrees.

“But threesomes, huh?” I stop to think about it for a second.

She smiles, shaking her head, clearly not that embarrassed, as she gazes out at the waves while I put two years of a psychology major to use.

“You like the idea of sex with different individuals without the commitments. You’re advanced enough psychologically to understand that humans are programmed to be non-monogamous by nature. You also love the freedom of a profound connection between both men and women. It intrigues your mind, as well as turning you on sexually.”

She turns her head to stare at me for a second, her lips slightly parted as my words hit her brick by brick. I gaze back into her curious eyes as we study one another for a split second. A split second that feels longer and shorter than it should all in the same space.

Tilting her head to the side near her shoulder, she looks down at the wave approaching her. She doesn’t move at all as it splashes over her toes, dragging her little feet into the water with the falling sand around her.

“Would you look at that?” She shakes her head, licking her teeth while peering at her toes in disbelief. Her eyes flutter up to mine with a peculiar look about her. Like she’s figured something out but can’t let me in on it yet. “I let it get me again.”