Learning to Drown (13 page)

“Do what he says, September,” Lucas
told me.

I slipped the vibrator deep inside of
myself. My hips rose, my stomach slammed taut. I was so close. They were
talking in my head. Ordering me around. Bantering like  a comedy duo. Women
were listening. Waiting. And they knew what I was doing. “I am. I am. What do
you mean get me? When he gets me? How is he getting me?”

“I told you he’d share,” Matthew
reminded me and I slammed the vibrator higher. Someone knocked again.

“Coming!” I shouted and my voice
hitched as warmth filled my womb and the vibration filled my muscles and bones.
Both men laughed in my head.

“Soon, but not yet,” Lucas said. “I
can tell by your breathing.”

I couldn’t even think about that. I
thrust higher, the angry bee buzz of the very loud vibrator filling the room.
It took up the space in my head not occupied by the brothers. “Lady,” someone
shouted on the other side of the door.

My breath came in pants and gusts and
Matthew said. “I think you need to dial it up to high.”

My god. How loud would it be on high?
“No!” I yelped.

My cunt grew tighter still, gripping
the gyrating purple toy eagerly. The lace bra rubbed my aching nipples adding
to the sensation to the reality of the men whispering dark words in my ears.

“Do it,” Matthew growled and the
orgasm inched that much closer. I twisted the base and even buried deep in my
pussy it sounded louder than before. Ridiculously loud. Horribly loud. I wanted
to hate them for doing this to me. I wanted to throw it away and storm out and
be angry and strong. Instead, my cunt started to flutter and I said, “Oh, god.”

“Don’t you come yet, Ember,” Lucas
said, startling me.

“What?” Oh shit. I was right there. I
wanted to cry.

“Not yet. Not till I say. Got it?”

I clenched my jaw and tried to push my
climax back. “What do you want? What do you want?” I chanted, still working
myself with the toy but backing off just enough to keep from coming.

“Take it out but don’t turn it off.”

I didn’t move. If I took it out and
left it on high it was going to sound like a fucking lawnmower. Anyone in a
mile radius would pick up the sound! “Do it now, September.” He did not sound
happy with me.

Everyone could hear. Matthew and Lucas
could hear. The women out there could hear. I was on sound display. I heard,
just barely, someone say
custodian
and
keys
. They were going to
open the door.

“They’re going to come in here!” I
hissed.

“Then I guess you should hurry,” Lucas
said.

Matthew laughed and I did hate him for
that moment in time. I pulled the toy out of me and the sound of it trebled.
“It’s out,” Matthew said. He chuckled. “Shit, I could hear that even without
the ear piece.”

`I blushed though there was no one
there to see it.
“Run it over your nipples,” Lucas said, his voice thick.

That tone in his voice made me forget
it all. The eavesdroppers and the other man on the line. I bared my breasts of
sweater and bra, ran the shimmying tip over each distended nipple. A tugging
pleasant sensation blazed from nipple to cunt. A yank of an invisible string
that bound tit to pussy. I moaned. “See, it feels good, yeah?” Lucas whispered.

“Yes,” I managed. I might come from
just this, I thought. I was already a kiss away from coming and feeling this in
my breast and him in my head was all too much.

Someone knocked and this time I didn’t
even answer. I ignored it. Still terrified the door would come swinging open
and yet, not so terrified that I stopped. “Slide it down your belly. It’s my
tongue,” Lucas said.

“Where’s my tongue?” Matthew said in
my ear.

I slid the vibrator lower on my tummy.
Felt the buzz sink into my skin, work through my muscles. The vibration worked
through my navel and into the floor of my pelvis. I tightened my cunt, gasped
at the wave of pleasure.

“Shut up, Matthew.”

I bit my tongue.

“Slide the vibrator over your
hipbones. A little lower. Closer to your pussy. I’m
¾
”

“No, this time it’s
my
tongue,”
Matthew interrupted.

I lowered the toy, its high pitched
scream almost gone to me now. I was solely feeling my body. I didn’t care how
loud it was. I didn’t care about being embarrassed. I didn’t care about the
people on the other side of the door. I simply did not care, and that was a
freeing feeling. The vibration shook my thighs, my ass, my groin. I made a soft
sound and Lucas said, “Soon, baby.”

“This time it’s my tongue, bro. And I
want to put my tongue in her cunt. I want to lick over that little hot pink
button of hers until she forgets your name. I don’t want her to be able to even
remember what you look like.”

“Matthew.” Lucas’s voice was full of
warning.

“Oh, you know I’d make her happy. I
could eat pussy all day long and I bet hers is sweet. Like watermelon. Or
strawberries. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lucas?” I asked. I heard a man’s
voice on the other side of the door. My guess, the custodian and his big ass
key ring.

“Go ahead. Sink it in, Ember. Come for
me, baby.” I could tell by his voice he was talking to me and only me. Like we
were alone. Like in his kitchen. His bedroom. His guest bed. I slipped the vibe
back into my body and my hips shot up, ready and impatient.

It wouldn’t take much. Not much at
all. I saw Lucas in my head. His hard cock. His eyes on me when he fucked me.
His hands on my flesh and that scar.
“I’d eat her pussy until she pulled my hair out in chunks,” Matthew whispered.
“I’d lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue until
she
spoke in
tongues. I’d make her beg me, Luke
¾
”

“Matthew,” Lucas said.

I fucked myself faster, listening to
the people outside and the men in my head and the insanely loud buzz of the
vibrator. “Boys…” I couldn’t think what else to say. I gasped, the joy in my
body becoming bright yellow like sunlight. Big like the sky. Perfect.
“And then I would fuck her, Lucas. And I wouldn’t watch her when I did it. Not
like you, brother,” Matthew laughed. “I’d push her face down into the bed. Grab
those curvy hips and yank at her. I’d fuck her like an animal. Like a dog in
heat. I’d fuck her until she forgot every fuck before me.”

I started to come. My body slamming
tight around the toy, my free hand tugging at my nipples. I heard the jingle of
keys and a man say, “I’m coming in if you don’t unlock the door, miss!”

Fire filled my belly, warmth swelled
in my cunt. “We’ll see,” Lucas said in my head. “I haven’t decided if you get
any of her. I haven’t decided to share.”

Like I was a toy or a movie. A car. An
object. I came. Came at the memory of Lucas fucking me, the criss-cross of
purple ties on my wrists and ankles. Came at the thought of Matthew touching
me, kissing me in front of his brother. Came from them bickering over me in my
head. At maybe being shared. At the women outside this room who knew what I was
doing and the man who was about to enter and find me, sprawled in this chair,
toy jammed in my pussy, sweater yanked down to bare my breasts. Common and
whorish and flushed.

“You’d better share,” Matthew growled.

“Shh. She came,” Lucas said and
laughed. The tension slipped from his voice like water swirling down a drain.

“I came.” I said. “And there’s a man
about to come in here. He has keys.” Now the panic surged in me.
“Get yourself together and get out here. You have three minutes.”

“Hey, look who it is!” Matthew said in
the ear piece but then they cut me off and the line went dead.

I dropped the vibrator in the bag and
stood just as someone grabbed the door knob. I yanked up my sweater, my bra
still wedged under my boobs. I tugged up my jeans and pulled the zip up as the
door swung open. I saw my own startled, red face reflection in the mirror for a
brief instant and then a man came in.

He looked more mortified at my mussed,
blushing appearance than I did. “Sorry, miss, but…”

“Sorry. Sorry. I got um..hung up,” I
said, pushing the brown paper bag into the back pocket of my jeans. “Very
sorry,” I said, giggling. Suddenly the whole thing struck me as hysterically
funny. Maybe it was nerves or relief. Either way, I giggled and snorted my way
past the gaggle of frowning judgmental women in the waiting area. I giggled
down the gray carpeted hallway. I giggled right into Matthew Crow’s broad chest
and it stopped me cold. I looked over his shoulder for Lucas.

“Hey, pretty.” Matthew grinned down at
me lasciviously.

“Where is Lucas?” I couldn’t find him
in the lobby chaos.

“He had to go. Ritter showed up and
tossed a nut. He told me to take you home.” Matthew leaned in, his lips a bare
breath from mine. “I win,” he said.

“He meant…” My voice petered out. I
had no idea what he meant.

“He meant I get to take you home.”

“And then?” I took a step back from
him. He unnerved me. Beautiful but deadly like some exotic animal.

Matthew shrugged, took my arm. “And
then whatever I want.” He grinned wide, his eyes flashing, and pushed me toward
the front door.

* * * *

This was where any sane person would
back out. Anyone with common sense would put a halt to it right here. Instead,
I let him take my arm and lead me out to the car. I let him put me in the seat
and buckle me in like a child. Odd how very gentle he was being, almost
valiant. Was it because he was getting a turn? Was Matthew just an overgrown
child? He dispelled that thought by dropping to his knees after securing my
seat belt. He buried his face at the crotch of my black jeans and inhaled me
like I was baking bread or the most expensive perfume. Dark soot lashes
slamming shut over his big dark eyes. They swished along the sun kissed tops of
his high cheeks. "Your pussy smells perfect. Screw cookies or french fries
or any of that. A woman who has just had an orgasm is the best scent of
all." He pushed his face to me harder, his breath invading the denim with
humid wisps of air. "I have to decide what to do with you."

"I'm scared," I admitted. I
didn't know what else to say. My throat felt too small when I said it and my
heart hurt a little. "I'm scared," I repeated.

He stalled, looking up into my face,
studying me. His thumb rand softly over the pulse beating at my wrist, almost
absently. A strangely gentle gesture from crude, boyish Matthew. "Maybe
you should be," he said softly.

Then he got in the car and turned the
key. He took a hard left out of the lot and we didn't pass Lucas on the way
back to the main road.

Something told me that was
intentional.

Chapter 15

"You can throw your bag
there." There was no dog to greet us at Matthew’s. There was no ambiance
either. A hardwood floor, white-washed walls, a black sofa and a chrome TV
stand. A flat screen dominated one half of the room, a huge ugly mirror the
other. Something told me it had come with the place.

I dropped my bag next to his gym shoes
and a pile of newspapers by the front door. "Nice...um..." I gave up.
Didn't even try.

His grin made me wary and I stood
still, as still as I would facing a strange growling dog. "Why don't you
go upstairs, second room on the right. Strip down to  your skivvies and wait
for me there."

"I don't think so." It was
hard to say. Partly because I wanted to say yes and do what he said. Capitulate
and set myself free, give myself over to his will.
"Oh, I think so. Should I call  my brother and ask his opinion?" The
way Matthew flipped open his phone with a great flourish, an eager gesture, I
knew who'd win this one. Or who would be the best poker player. Matthew. I
followed his pointing finger. Feet heavy, gut tingly, head buzzing and partly
because the warmest parts of me were warmer. The wettest spots on me were
wetter and my heart threatened to burst out of my chest at any moment.

I used the  bathroom first this time
and didn't ask. Matthew could chalk it up to wisdom or ignorance, whatever he
chose. My pussy still swollen from my run in with the weed whacker variety of
vibrator. So sensitive that just removing my little black panties and standing
bare in his barren guest room had me wet and a steady drum beat of arousal
between my legs.

I folded my clothes on a small
nightstand and sat on the edge of the double bed. The wide chenille spread a
dead ringer for one on my mother's house from when I was a kid. "You look
like you might levitate at any moment," Matthew said from the doorway.

His face was handsome in its own
right, longer and narrower than Lucas's. And not as kind. That made me want him
to take me more and the second I recognized the emotion, my face blushed
scarlet.

"I might," I said.

Matthew stepped into the room and
though not big or bulky, he was imposing. His being seemed to suck up all the
oxygen, eat up all the breathing room, dampen all the sunlight. He was a force
and I was currently alone with the force and at his mercy. "Don't do that.
That would be no fun. Well, it might, chasing a naked woman as she floated
around the room." His hand ran down the crown of my head and my eyelids
drifted shut. I had not expected his first touch to be gentle or lulling.
"I could catch you up in the air and tie your wrists together." His
fingers drifted down my neck and I shivered, mesmerized by his voice. Was this
the snake charmer's voice right before he slammed the lid on the wicker basket?
"And then your ankles."