The Build Up
Girls. Sex. Parties. Threesomes. Alcohol. Drugs. More sex. Bro's before ho's. That's their mantra. Also, anything goes this summer.
2.
"I'm in a sharing mood."
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Jasper pulled Edward's mouth away, yanking him from the salt-lick, ruining all their fucking fun, just like always. "What the hell are you doing? She can barely sit up, you ass!"
Edward rolled his eyes at where Kate sat up and blinked in disorientation. "Wait, dude… You can't be the cavalry and a martyr, man. Pick a side."
"Leave her alone," Jasper insisted sullenly.
Everyone knew that Jasper was just bitter because Bella Swan dumped his ass this morning. Then she had stopped by earlier, all haughty like she owned the place, and blew him off. The hero act wasn't fooling Emmett for a moment — Jasper couldn't get laid, so he didn't want anyone else to get laid, either.
"What the fuck is his problem, man?" Emmett complained as Jasper pulled Kate away from the fun.
"Too much chastity rots your brain," Edward concluded, taking a sip of his beer.
Emmett collapsed onto the now-vacant lawn chair and took a sip of his own drink. "Maybe fucking Kate will finally get rid of that stick up his ass." He watched Jasper lead the swaggering blonde away.
Edward chuckled and offered his plastic cup up to Emmett in a toast. Beer sloshed over the sides of their cups, as they collided with nothing even remotely resembling a satisfying 'clink'. "Man, this blows," Edward sighed, falling into the chair beside Emmett with an exaggerated flourish.
"We totally need to get high, dude," Emmett insisted. With a triumphant flick of his wrist, he produced the shots of Liquid X he'd conned Mike out of earlier.
Edward held out his cup in fervent agreement. They each downed their hit in silence, leaned back, and watched the lanterns sway in the light breeze.
Slowly, Emmett could feel the drug seep through his body, and the chaos of the party seemed to still around them, and the lanterns overhead started swirling, dancing…
It all seemed to be happening so much slower like this, so much more vivid…
It also made him really fucking hard.
Several more minutes passed before he heard a relieved sigh from Edward, and he knew that the Liquid X had taken its effect on his friend beside him, as well.
"Fuck, man…" Edward drawled, collapsing back in his chair with a little smile on his face.
"Yeah…" Emmett agreed, because there was nothing else to do but agree with everything Edward said.
"It's such a fucking drag," Edward finally concluded, taking another sip of his drink.
"I hear you, man…"
"Rosalie dumped me, and Jasper's a fucking loser, and…" Edward lost it a little. "You're all I fucking have, dude."
Emmett felt Edward's fingers brush his arm, and each digit seemed hotter, stronger, more present than ever before. All his nerve endings screeched to attention at Edward's touch, and his dick suddenly started aching at the thought of what it would be like if Edward touched him there.
"I haven't gotten laid in so fucking long…" Edward complained.
Because, honestly, why else would Edward care that Rosalie Hale dumped him, anyway? Rosalie was such a fucking cock-tease bitch. "That blows, man," Emmett nodded sympathetically.
Edward giggled. "I blow too." And he fucking winked.
Emmett gulped and wondered if Edward was stoned enough to really… But then an even better opportunity approached, and…yeah. This was clearly Emmett's night.
"Your friend's a freak!" Kate announced, collapsing on the arm of Emmett's chair.
"What? He couldn't get it up?" Emmett laughed.
And Edward laughed too, because they were both fucking high, so it was funny as fuck.
The pretty little blonde just shrugged and moved to settle herself over Emmett's lap. "I want a real man," she informed him, hand reaching for his zipper. And, damn, if it wasn't the hottest thing ever. He could feel each brush of the fabric of jeans against his cock, the quick blast of cool as the night air hit him, and then the chick's hand wrapped around him all hot and tight.
"Fuck, yeah!"
His head rolled to one side, and he saw Edward staring at him, his eyes dark and lust-filled, and fuck but that was even hotter.
"I'm in a sharing mood," Emmett informed him.
The little blonde had hiked up her skirt around her waist – no panties underneath, just like sluts should be – and paused in lowering herself down onto Emmett to offer Edward a coy smile in agreement.
And then Emmett was surrounded by hot, wet pussy, bareback, and he fucking forgot about all else, watching pert, round titties bounce up and down above him.
Then he saw Edward behind her, pressed against her back, moving with them both. Emmett couldn't even quite process what he was feeling at first, and added pressure against the back of their slut's cunt, and then he realized that it was Edward. Edward was fucking her from behind, and Emmett could feel every inch of him through the thin membranes of flesh that separated them.
Their cocks fucking rubbed together inside of her, and Edward was moaning in pleasure now. He fell forward, hands planted on Emmett's shoulders to brace himself, as they both thrust hard and fast.
And Kate was writhing now, shrieking out her pleasure like the two of them were the best fucking thing ever. Which they totally were, of course. And, in the back of Emmett's mind, he thought that someone was probably watching all this, but it seemed that everyone else and the party had gone away, and it was just the three of them.
And, really, when Emmett could tune out the porn-star moans of their little fucktoy, he was looking at Edward and Edward was looking at him. This really was all about them, not whatever snatch they'd found to do this with.
Emmett watched Edward's jaw tense, watched Edward's body tighten and release, and then Edward was cuming with a scream.
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