Birthday's were always bad luck for us. Angelica's birthday was a disaster, my birthday came with too many surprises, and now, I may have potentially ruined Eros' birthday.
I won't lie, I felt like a dick.
I wouldn't per say I was betraying Eros, in fact, I was following through with what he said had to happen between us, we had to move on. At least, that's what I told myself when I pulled up to Henry's hotel room for our second date.
Henry wanted to watch a movie in his suite and order loads of room service and gorge ourselves on junk food before I had to leave for Eros' birthday surprise. And I supported that idea, knowing fully well that other things would happen if I did come to this date.
But my current motto was: YOLO.
Even if it was out of style.
I knocked twice, and in the middle of my third, Henry opened the door, a smirk curving his lips upwards. He leaned against the banister of the door, wearing a simple grey v-neck and black sweatpants, the outline of his muscles protruding from the thin material.
And he knew it too.
I pretended like I didn't notice.
"Hello Henry," I smiled, leaning in and giving him a hug, immediately surrounded by his scent of soap and Old Spice.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around me, twirling me around and setting me down on the floor in his room.
"Good morning Alice! I know you love Harry Potter, so, I've decided we are going to watch it, only problem is, there's eight. So, which one do you want to watch?"
His grin was infectious, and I felt myself returning his wide grin, giggling like we were children in love, with no real problems. His hands came to rest on my hips, thumbs pressing down on my hip bones and long fingers pressing into the flesh of my ass.
"The longest one," I dared with a wink, raising my hand to press him back farther into the room, shutting the door with my foot. I pushed him forward until he fell on the bed, myself falling down upon him. The grip on my body tightened, and Henry now wore a lazy smirk.
I was telling myself that it was okay doing things with Henry because I had to, because I had to forget about Eros and everything he made me want to do because I didn't want to lose our friendship.
He didn't want to lose our friendship either, and he was probably finding other ways to fill his time as well.
"Thought it'd take a while before I got you to bed Alice Black," Henry teased with a slight twinkle in his eyes, as if he knew that somehow in the time we had last seen each other, something had shifted in me and I was more willing to pursue this thing developing between the two of us.
I was telling myself there was no shame in fulfilling my desires with another boy.
"It will take a while Henry," I pulled myself from off him, pushing myself into a sitting position and situating myself in the middle of the bed, grabbing the room service menu. "So how does fries and ice cream sound?" I winked.
"Sounds like you're trying to fatten me up," he sat up too, legs folding under him and he reached over for the phone, other hand reaching and gripping my upper thigh as he held the receiver.
He and I both knew, that touch was not one without consequences. He knew what he was doing to me, and he knew what he wanted to do with me.
And, I didn't mind.
Henry talked on the phone briefly with the lobby man, ordering both the food and our movie before we settled into a comfortable sitting position, my body curled into his. His arms, tanned and lean were wrapped around my torso, resting lightly on my upper thighs. I leaned back into him, giving myself the human connection I so desperately desired.
"So Alice Black, how has life been in the three weeks I haven't seen you," his lips, found the area where my neck and shoulder met, and I shuddered in his grasp.
Swallowing audibly, I answered, "Life has been tricky, just like it should be for a teenager. How are the girls back home?"
He laughed into my skin, not hesitating in telling the truth, "They're fine, but I'm here with you, and you're the only girl that matters to me at this moment, Alice."
That was the thing about what was developing between Henry and I. We understood each other albeit more than we admitted, and were in no rush to make things exclusive. We were fooling around, each with a personal gain that the other didn't mind so much.
"How noble of you," I said dryly, my own hands finding his thighs, gripping them as his lips continued to assault my skin, hindering my breath into pants and forming bubbles of excitement.
I felt the smile against my skin and his lips brushed against my collar bone as he spoke again, "The things I want to do to you right now aren't noble. They're raw and sensual, and they're driving me wild," his words were husky and I became aware of a hardening limb on the small of my back.
"Oh," I sighed, succumbing to what I wanted so badly, him.
There was a knock on the door, stopping our tension-filled moment.
Henry grunted and stood, giving me a suggestive wink and heading to the door, retrieving our food. "Bon, mother-fucking appetit Alice," he said as he returned to my eye-view, placing the food down on the table near the bed and clicking on the TV to pay-per-view, where our movie had just started, Harry sitting on a swing, watching Dudley torment some kids.
Perfect.
Laying back against the headboard of the bed, I scratched at my skin, the skin where the ink had been dispensed into me. Though the skin had already healed, it still itched sometimes. Henry spoke, confusion interlaced in his tone. "You have a tattoo?"
My eyes lifted to his, and he wasn't judgmental, he seemed genuinely curious. Different to how I'd usually react, I didn't freeze, in fact I sat up and shrugged. "It is of my mom's handwriting. I thought since I couldn't have her be in my life literally, her words could live on, on my skin."
Without hesitation, I pulled down the collar of my shirt so he could see it more clearly.
He sat in front of me, unsure.
Suddenly the moment turned tender as his finger swiped across the black tattoo. His eyes were soft and he raised them to my own with a comforting smile. "She would've been incredibly proud of you Alice. Please don't ever forget that." His head ducked, lips pressing against the dark ink.
This wasn't sexual by any means. This was Henry, being a good friend and supporting my decisions. This was the bonding of two friends, a tender moment I knew both of us would never forget.
"Thank you Henry."
I lifted his head, and taking him and I by complete surprise, kissed him.
His lips were velvety soft and contoured against my mouth in a pleasant manner, in a way that I had no desire to pull back. Tongues clashed, the taste of his mouth unexpectedly, driving me wild.
His hands found my hips, pulling me down on the bed so his body hovered over mine, fingers respective and tightly holding my hips, not taking initiative as I hoped he would.
What I needed was a good hoe session.
What I wanted was to have that with Eros.
But we all couldn't have exactly what we wanted could we?
Words were mumbled in the kiss, my fingers clawing up his shirt. "So here's what's going to happen Henry." I pulled his shirt completely off him, and he returned the favor with enthusiasm.
His hands gripped my hips, lips pressing into the valley between my breasts, eliciting another soft moan from me. Fingers trailed up the small of my back, unsnapping my bra, and with a playful glint in his eyes, he pulled my bra off, lazy smirk tilting his lips.
I was exposed, but I felt anything but embarrassed. I felt sexy in front of him, as though I were the only girl that mattered to him at that moment. Propping myself on my elbows, I lifted an eyebrow.
"We'll give each other the gratification we both need. We won't fuck. This isn't tender or gentle, this is us giving into primal instincts, okaâ"
My words were cut off with a gasp and a moan, head tilting back. Henry's fingers dipped under my skirt, softly massaging my core with ease. The discomfort grew between my legs and I bucked my hips in desperation for more contact.
"We won't fuck Alice Black," Henry repeated, pushing me lightly on the bed as his mouth fell upon my navel. His eyes lifted to mine as his tongue trailed up toward my left breast and I instinctively tipped my head back, in awe of the picture in front of me. A finger slipped into my panties, a finger trailing between the lips before pushing inside, giving me the slightest gratification. But I wanted more.
I needed more.
"But, you will definitely be walking out on shaky legs. That I can guarantee."
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Flustered, I unlocked the door to Ryder's house, cursing myself for not only being late, but also not taking enough time to gather myself. Henry and I finished our date forty minutes late, and though we were both sated, I was more wired than ever knowing it was my best friends birthday and I had to be at Ryder's house on time and I was more than half an hour late.
I burst into the house, scrambling as I shoved my shoes into the coat closet calling out to no one in particular, "Yes, I know I'm late I don't want to hear it Ryder!"
His figure came into view as he jogged out of the kitchen, looking worse for wear. His clothes were dirty with flour and eggs and butter, hair tousled and messy, hanging in his eyes. "Don't ever letâ" he paused mid-sentence eyeing me up. "You're late because you were giving your boyfriend a birthday blow job?" He asked incredulously.
My cheeks burned. "No," I dropped my head speed-walking to the bathroom. "We're not dating first of all, he and I decided it'd be better to be just friends."
The house as usual, was beautifully decorated in Eros' favorite colors, dark grey and forest green and a lovely shade of purple. The bathroom came into view and I practically ran to it avoiding Ryder's persistent questions.
"So whose dick was just down your throat Alice!" He chased after me. "I know what someone looks like after one and Alice, you look fucking wrecked!"
God. Could he be any more embarrassing? I never defined myself as a private person, but there were just some things, some actions I didn't want to be voiced to the world. Having Henry's dick down my throat was one of them.
"Oh my God." He said, realization coming into his voice. "Henry is in town isn't he? You're joking!"
I slammed the door in his face, face pumping with embarrassment.
"That's my girl!" He shouted with pride. "Don't be ashamed Alice, everyone sucks a little bit every now and again!"
I didn't answer, my voice lodged in my throat as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I did look wrecked. My hair was tangled and messy, lips swollen and clothes pulled on in a hasty fashion.
Granted I did leave in a mess, leaving a half-naked Henry laughing in bed, our movie long forgotten.
Eros couldn't see me like this.
Turning on the tap, I splashed some water on my face, wondering if my own sexual needs were worth this trouble? Hiding it from him? Was it supposed to? After all, we both decided that nothing were to happen between us.
So why did I feel so guilty?
I wiped my skin off on a towel and tossed my hair up into a bun, straightening up my clothes as best I could before exiting the bathroom, feeling as though I no longer seemed to have 'dick-sucker' written on my forehead.
Ryder's eyes briefly lifted when I walked into the kitchen, passive and slightly annoyed. There was a cake on the counter, perfectly iced while Ryder piped 'Happy 18th Birthday Eros' on it. "Finally," he murmured, gesturing with his head to the sink full of dirty dishes. "Can you wash those please? And then get our gift from the room? Luna and Claire will be here with Eros in a few minutes."
"Luna and Claire?" I asked with a bit of apprehension. "They're picking him up?"
Truth be told, I hadn't expected them to come. I understood that the dynamic of our trio had consistently been shifting, that more than ever Luna and Claire were becoming part of our group, but this was something sacred.
Eros' birthday wasn't a time I was sure Luna and Claire should be completely accepted into this weird friendship we had going between the three of us.
"Yeah," Ryder said distractedly. "They basically kidnapped him from his house with streamers and a birthday hat and promises of loads of cigarettes and brandy," he lifted his head to me. "But we only have brandy because we don't support Eros smoking."
I allowed myself a small laugh, mindlessly soaping and rinsing the dishes, for a second wondering where Maria was.
The task was mundane but I put all my efforts in it, trying to ignore the guilt that corrupted my body, that I let someone touch me in the way Eros had, where he whispered sweet nothings to me and I thought that was it for me.
"We're here!" Claire's voice was unusually high-pitched, shrilling through the house toward the kitchen.
Ryder shot me a look. "Go get the gift!"
Dropping the dish I was holding in the sink, I scampered upstairs quickly, grabbing the neatly wrapped box that Ryder wrappedâ there was no way in hell I could wrap that nicely, and then jogged downstairs, following the loud voices to the living room where the majority of the decorations for Eros' birthday conveniently were.
"Alice!" Luna stood immediately as I walked in, beaming brightly at me, embracing me for a tight hug, Claire and Eros following suit.
I hugged her back, just as tight, but to be completely honest, my eyes were glued on Eros. He didn't even have to try to look that good which made me more upset, with a stupid birthday hat on his head, hair curly and undone, hanging lightly in his eyes.
His eyes darkened as we continued to stare at each other.
Luna released me and Claire took her place, wrapping her thin arms around me, surprisingly squeezing me tightly. She whispered in my ear, "God Eros looks so cute with a fucking hat on, can you believe it?"
I laughed shortly, falsely.
It came to be Eros' turn to hug me, but I couldn't let that happen, watch myself fall into his demise. So instead I thrusted the box in my hands to him.
"Happy birthday Eros!" I squeaked nervously.
He looked bemused with an eyebrow raised. "This is for me?"
I swallowed. Why was he making me so nervous suddenly? He used to be my solace, the boy I wanted to hold me when I cried. Now, he sort of felt like a stranger.
God, all I wanted to do was blurt out that I did things with something else.
But instead I said, "Yeah, from Ryder and I."
"Should I open it now?" He took the box from my hands, cold fingers brushing mine, purposely.
He smirked at me.
I nodded.
He took a seat on the couch, flanked by Luna and Claire as he tore off the gift paper and pulled the box from the wrappings with a furrowed brow. "You guys got me a... camera?"
It was a new mirrorless camera. We had supposed that Eros wouldn't want a bulky DSLR hanging from his neck all the time, and we wanted to support his passions that he so clearly loved.
"Yeah," Ryder answered for the two of us. "We support your passions no matter how much you think we don't."
Eros seemed, overwhelmed as he stared at the camera in his hands. "How much did this cost?"
Ryder and I glanced at each other, taken aback. We didn't really expect any protest towards our gift for him. What we had expected was him bursting into tears like a blubbering baby. I shifted, walking forward toward Ryder so we stood next to each other as we explained ourselves.
"Never mind the price!" I said. "Ryder gets a hefty allowance and you forget I tutor a lot! We are happy to spend money on you Eros, don't you dare ever think otherwise."
He looked upâ at me, eyes dark and deep and full of raw emotion.
"Thank you."
The words were soft and still, they held a clear, firm answer, that was irrefutable.
"You're welcome Eros."
Bouncing in her seat, Claire handed over her bag, beaming slightly. He furrowed his brow at her bag. "Claire, you know you didn't need to get me anything right? You too Luna," he nodded to the gift bag Luna held in her hands.
They both shrugged and Claire simply said, "Think of this as me bribing my way into your heart."
We all laughed awkwardly.
Eros pulled out the fluffy pieces of tissue paper, hand dipping into the bag and pulling out a piece of paper. He cocked his head reading whatever what was on it, and his eyes widened.
"It's a concert ticket, for Mura Masa," he looked up toward Claire. "This must've cost a hefty penny! And why is there only one?" His head ducked back into the bag and lifted again to a blushing Claire.
"Well, I was just thinking... I have the other ticket and we could go together, like a date." Claire's eyes were wide with hope, and Eros just stared back in shock.
I felt myself freeze as well, Claire was making a move on Eros, and though I applauded her for her forwardness, I wish it was any other boy but Eros, any other boy but him. He was my unspoken crush that I knew I had to end, if he went out with her.
He cleared his throat, sitting straight and shot me a quick, sideways glance.
But that glance told me all I needed to know. He knew just as well as I knew, that if he did this, we would never be the same, and we would never be able to go back to what had blossomed between us.
Though it were mere seconds, I felt like it dragged on for minutes before Eros answered.
He gave Claire a genuine, sparkly smile. "I'd love to Claire."
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sis-- srry if u didn't want to have a small glimpse into seeing alice getting her shit rocked. but the girl had too much sexual tension with he who must not be named (eros) that she needed to get rid of it somehow!
i didn't make it detailed at all so i don't get this story thrusted into the expanse of literotica books that are actually discouraged heavily on wattpad (if your novel is deemed 'mature' it won't be seen in rankings if ya didn't know). but u know what happens, he gets his dik sucked and sis gets kindly fingered <3
that being said, do we think eros is a vanilla puppy or a dom in the bedroom ;)
all my love seesters