Passion.

Chapter Thirteen

"Sure, we can talk. Would you like to meet up one day?" I send back. "Yes, tomorrow." "But tomorrow's Valentine's Day." I reply. I'm planning something special for my two men, and I want the day to be stress free. "Even more of a reason to meet up!" She responds. Oh, she's one of those people. No, no, I can't be this judge mental so soon. I barely know her, and bonding with my 'sister' could be good. "Okay, 12pm is great for me." I insist. "12pm it is. What location?" "Joe's Grill, it's a while away, but I figured it could get us away from the drama." "Okay, I'll see you there." She says, and we stop the texting. Now, back to dealing with Roan's ex. I know it's a welcome party, but I feel as though something is up. Like there's another reason she invited us here. My thoughts are verified when I hear her voice on the microphone saying "Attention, let's all gather." I grab David and Roan's arm, and we go to the center of the floor. "I, Victoria Floriski, have an announcement to make." Only she would talk about herself in third person, and continue to take herself seriously.  "I'd like to make an announcement to everyone. Not only am I permanently moving back here, but I'm doing it along side my husband, Greg Sulman." People gasp dramatically, and I look over at David and Roan's face, to see them puzzled and ultimately disgusted. "What's wrong?" I whisper to David. "That's... Roan's former best friend." Oh. Victoria really did do this spitefully. I whisper in Roan's ear the tender question of, "Are you okay?" He leans in towards David and says something, grabbing my hand and separating us. "Where are you taking me?" I ask. "The bathroom." "What? Why?" We rush into the bathroom, and he throws me against the wall. "What the fuck" He starts to kiss my neck and I'm turned on, but so confused. "Be my distraction, I need you to distract me from this." And In this moment, hearing the words that he needs me, assures me that I'm more than someone to have sex with. I'm someone he needs to have as an escape, and if sex is that, I'm good with it. He unzips my dress so smoothly, and he bends me over the sink. I grasp the sink as he tightens his left hand around my hip, making his way down with his right one. Sticking his finger into me, and his throbbing cock alongside, I love the adventure of it. Watching him thrust into me through the mirror. Seeing his eyes flutter back behind me, and the moisture of sweat starting to build up in this enclosed, yet extremely necessary space is the most satisfying thing. He pulls my hair back and I moan. I like how rough he is, I always will. I tilt my back up and grab onto the top of his suit. The site of him half clothed is fucking amazing, truly. I begin to sweat and become needy when he trickles his hand up my back and slows the motion of his pelvis. "Fuck me, Roan. Fuck. Me." I request for him to go faster. "No." He says through his heavy breathing. He's sliding his hand up and down my clit, and the unity of our bodies, along with the sound of our collision and puddle of wetness coming upon my pussy, is creating ecstasy. He slows down even more and now he's just tempting me. I moan his name, begging for him to consume me. He takes himself out of me and throws me against a wall. Now it's going to happen. He pins my arms down and lowers himself, putting his lip to the center of my breast. "Always so soft, so fuckable." He says, taking in the essential that is my body. He enters me with his pleading cock and I crumble as soon as I feel it again. He thrusts upward, continuing the licking of my boob, and I lose it. I put my hands around his head and pull his hair. I make my way down to his broad shoulders and grip them for firmness. The indent in his right shoulder is fucking incredible. He's so hard, so strong, so pleasurable to touch, fuck, and hold onto. As he's slamming into me, the brick of the wall is suffocating my back, but it drives me wild. He hits my g-spot and I writhe under his wicked fuckery. I moan his name as he puts the skin of my neck between his teeth and sucks. I feel him release into me, and I don't care what the risks are- this feels better than before. I felt all of him, without a condom, and fuck it was so good. He comes out of me, but I don't want this to be over. Who cares if this is a bathroom, I'm sure there's seventeen others in this mansion. "What are you-  He's cut off by my doing. I use all of my strength to get his muscular build against the wall. I bend down in front of him, and it drives him crazy. "I can't, I already," "No. No, let me." I give him an intensifying stare before bending down and putting my lips to his cock. I run my tongue up and down, sloppily yet perfectly, and put my mouth to it. I look up at him and he bites his lip. I hear a "Oh god, Claire." Groan out of his lips and he squirts into my mouth. I fucking love it. I swallow and lift my body up. "Thank you, for doing that." "I enjoyed it. You're not to bad yourself." I smirk. He helps me back into my dress and I fluff my hair into a normal state, rubbing the moisture off of my lips and smiling at the glowing person looking back at me in the mirror. My lips are swollen, and I look better than before. "It's the after sex look, it looks hot on you." He says, and I see his grin. We unlock the door and walk outside. "Is this party over?" Roan goes up to David and asks. "Yes, let's get to leaving." We walk outside and Victoria stops us. "Where are you going my son, and Roan?" "We're leaving, Victoria." Roan says, aggression clear in his tone. "So soon?" The bitch hisses back. "Yes, so soon." I say, stepping in. "Oh please you little slut, shut up." Slut? Slut?! I've had sex with two men in my lifetime, and she's just mad she didn't just get fucked in a bathroom by Roan. "Excuse me?" "You heard me, whore." I'm going to hurt her. If she calls me one more name- "What are you going to do about it you ugly teenager." That's it. I push her onto the floor and she yelps. "You did not just do that!" "Yes, yes I did. And I did it like a lady. But if you want me to do it like an animal, get up and I'll show you how to actually fight." I hear David and Roan smile behind me. She gets up and goes to slap me. "You may have some sort of relation to these men, but you're nothing to me. So I won't hesitate to break your arm sweetheart." I say, grabbing her wrist and twisting it. "Okay, okay!" She backs off. I knew she would, but it's comical seeing her mercy. Her husband, Greg, also known as Roan's former best friend, comes over. "What's the problem here?" He asks, angry. "There is no problem." I smile. "Well, bitch, there looks like there is." Roan sprints to him and knocks him out. He goes in and I know he needs revenge, but when I start to see blood, both David and I pull him off. "Come on, it's not worth the jail time." I say. "Take me out of here." Roan says, and I lead him to the car. We all go home, and I'm relieved to be there. Where it's safe, and not so chaotic. I mean, everything here is hectic, but not as I had imagined. I slip into my bedroom and out of this dress as soon as possible. Washing my face, I hear a knock on the door. Through my soap covered mouth I yell, "Come in!" I feel someone behind me, and already know it's Roan. I wash the soap off with water and hug him. "How are you?" I ask. "Not okay." "Do you want to talk about it?" "No." "Do you want to go to sleep?" "Yes." He says. His few words are alarming, but I don't mind. He needs me, my comfort included. I shut the lights off and we lay down. He puts his face close to mine. I feel his breathing and I know his heart is racing. He has adrenaline coursing through his veins, and I feel bad for him. To be betrayed by a friend is something I'm familiar with. He rubs his hand over my cheek and says "You're so beautiful," as he rests his head on my chest, and his arms around my waist. I put my thigh over him in a protective way. "I love you Claire, even if I'm not allowed to say it," and through the darkness of the night, I blush. "I love you."