Longest chapter yet! Note the rating change. There's a little bit of sexual activity in this chapter. Nothing too explicit though.
(3)
"What's wrong with you?" André asks his friend as he plops down with him, handing him a beer. "You've been so...I don't know, down in the dumps."
Beck sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. "It's...its nothing."
"Dude, we've been friends for four years. You can tell me what's wrong."
Beck sighs as he looks around. They're at a party, well, a get together, and he knows that he's bringing the mood down, but he knows talking about it won't make him feel better.
So he shakes his head and gives him friend a smile. "No thanks Dre, I'm fine. Maybe later."
André sighs, shakes his head before he claps his friend on the shoulder. "You promise me you're gonna tell me later?"
"Yes yes, I'll tell you later. Promise," Beck says with a roll of his eyes.
André sighs as he stands and walks away, chasing after a pretty girl with a nice shaped body.
He should try to do the same.
He hadn't even attempted to move on from Jade since they broke up. Well, not since his little almost kiss with Tori. He was worried that Jade would see who he was dating and make the girl's life a living hell.
But now that she has Moose, maybe he shouldn't worry about that anymore.
He looks around the room, before his eyes land on a blonde in a short dress that barely covers her ass, her skin sun kissed and her breast large.
She looks like the complete opposite of Jade.
Perfect.
He takes another swig of his beer, and he stalks over to her. He runs his fingers over through his hair and the girl smiles.
Too easy.
He's not drunk.
Really, he's not.
He's just...a little tipsy.
The girl runs her hands up and down Beck's chest, laughing (she has a odd laugh, a sort of cackley thing) and flutter her lashes at him. It's almost comically easy to get her to agree to go upstairs with him, to find an empty room.
She's on him before he can even shut the door.
She has fast hands, this girl (he knows her name, truly he does, he just can't remember it right now) makes quick work of his shirt and her own, and wow, she does has great breasts.
Maybe this was a good idea, getting over Jade.
She had gotten over him pretty quickly.
And under his friend even quicker.
Why the hell is he even thinking about Jade when he has a hot girl in front of him, one who is more than willing to have sex with him?
He pushes thoughts of his ex out of his mind and forces himself to pay attention to the girl who's currently undoing his belt. She gets it undone, pops the button of his jean with one finger, and she's shoving down both his pants and his boxers.
Damn she moves fast. He hasn't even began to touch her yet.
But she doesn't seem to care. Her hand's around his cock, pumping him slowly. He's not hard, but how can he be when he can't stop thinking about Jade?
Or maybe he should start thinking about Jade.
He has to admit, it never took him long to get hard when he was with her. Maybe because she was his first.
Why the hell cant he stop thinking about her?
The girl is kissing his jaw and neck, her grip on his cock a little bit more firm. He tries to push the thought of Jade out of his mine, but the way she's kissing him, it makes him think of her because Jade used to kiss him this way, and he can't help but groan as he remembers how Jade would suck on the skin of his jaw, how her hand would scratch gently against his abdomen in a way that would make his belly clench.
It makes him harder, and that pleases the girl.
She's kissing downward, down his chest, abs, until she's on her knees before him, a smirk on her lips.
"You don't have to do this," Beck tells her, because he actually doesn't want this, no matter how hard he is.
The girl (what the hell is her name) smirks and licks the head of his dick, making him groan.
"I think you want me to do this," she says with a smirk.
He doesn't, truly he doesn't, because every time he closes his eyes he imagines Jade, and that's going down a rabbit hole that he's been fighting to crawl out of.
But she doesn't stop, kisses up and down the base of his shaft before she wraps her lips around him, and Beck eyes shut and his head falls back against the door (he didn't even know the door was there) and he finds himself thinking of Jade, her hand moving up and down his cock, her lips following, and her other hand fondling his balls.
His hands find the girl's hair, and it's not like Jade's not thick and silky between his fingers, and it makes his heart ache with want.
This isn't good.
This is actually bad.
Really bad.
Why can't he stop fucking thinking about her?
Jade said that she didn't think about him the entire time she was with Moose, so why the hell is he thinking of her?
About her wet, velvety mouth around his cock.
About her small, soft hand pumping him.
About her lips sucking at the skin of his balls.
About how she would look up at him with those crystal blue eyes with devilish look in her eye.
About the slight smirk on her lips.
Fuck.
Fucking hell.
These thoughts make his belly clench, a tight coil in his lower abdomen as his hand tighten in her hair.
He feels cheeks hollow, and shit, he comes with a groan, his hips jerking slightly as he rides out his orgasm.
He feels the girl remove her lips from him, and it's a moment before he hears the word, "Aubrey."
Beck opens his eyes, his brow furrowing. "What?"
"You said Jade, my name is Aubrey."
Beck swallows thickly as he looks down at the woman who has his cum leaking from the corner of his mouth.
He swallows thickly, runs his fingers through his hair, and motions toward his shirt toward the floor.
"Can I get that?"
"Can we watch something else please?" Jade's little brother Jasper asks.
"No! How are you gonna learn to act like a maniac if don't draw some inspiration?"
"I could always learn from you," Jasper replies cheekily, and she gifts him with a smack on the back of his head.
"Ouch!"
Jade smirks as she grabs the bag of potato chips on the coffee table when she hears the doorbell. She shoves Jasper off the couch.
"Go get it."
Jasper grumbles as he stands, ""It could be a kidnapper."
"I hope it is," Jade replies easily as she munches on a chip.
Jade's only on the couch for a moment when she hears her brother shouting her name, telling her it's for her, and she groans as she stands.
"Who is it!?" she yells as she walks toward the door.
"Not a kidnapper."
Jade opens her mouth to make a comment at her smartass little brother, but she stops in her tracks.
"Hey," Beck says, his hands in his pocket, the hint of a smile on his lips seems sheepish.
Jade shifts in her red plaid and black shirt (she knows that it used to be Beck's but it's hers now) before she motioned back to the tv with her thumb.
"Go watch the movie dufus."
Jasper sticks his tongue out but goes without another word.
She sighs before she turns, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"What're you doing here Beck?"
Beck looks around for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders. "Ya know, I don't really know. I was at this party and I-i just needed to leave. So I got in my truck and started driving and now I'm here."
"You're drunk," it's not a question, it's a statement. "You're drunk and you drove?"
"I'm not drunk, just slightly tipsy," Beck argues.
"You smell like a distillery," she grumbles.
Beck just hums in response.
Jade sighs as she looks back at her brother on the couch before she looks at her ex. She can't let him stand outside like that, not when he's drunk, no matter how much she wants to hate him.
She moves to the side, "Bring your ass in here, you're letting in cold air."
