Okay, so here's the next chapter. This isn't going to be a regularly updated story. It's more of a story that will be updated when I have writer's block or don't want to work on another story.
"I really don't understand why you're making such a big deal about this, Tim," you say evenly, with just a hint of annoyance.
"I caught you in bed with Dallas Winston. Dallas fucking Winston! Who is one of the toughest hoods in town and one of my pals," Tim replies.
"Your boyfriend, more like it," you mumble loud enough for him to hear you. He grabs your arm and whips you around to face him.
"Listen, Ange, I ain't no queer! Understand?"
"Well if you ain't why are you so defensive?"
He lets go, and you can tell the only reason he hasn't punched your lights out is because you're a girl. And his sister.
"Go to hell, Angela."
"Only if you come with me!" You say over your shoulder as you flounce away. Tim won't stop you from going to see Dallas, he's just pissed that he hasn't had a decent fight in too many days. You know he's going out tonight to hunt some action, and you secretly hope that he doesn't get hurt too bad. Even if you don't show it, you care deeply for your brother. He taught you everything you know about life on the streets. He also keeps your stepfather from killing you.
You make it to the Curtis's house sooner than you thought. Dallas didn't say anything about going to Buck's tonight, so he'll probably be here. He hates having to stay over at the Curtis's. He hates having to ask for help and charity.
You open the front door and the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat slaps you in the face. It's almost as bad as Buck's because it's such a small space, but nothing can beat the smell of Buck's.
Two-Bit is the first to greet you. He grabs you around your waist and pulls you farther into the house, and by default, closer to him.
"Heya, Ange. Haven't seen you 'round here fer awhile now." His country accent is worse than usual because for the amount of alcohol he has consumed. The alcohol also makes him friskier than normal. Perfect.
"Oh, I've been around. You must've missed me," you reply leaning up against his chest. You and Two-Bit had a fling last year, so he knows all about your mind games. He said it was too much for him to be around that all the time, but he liked it every once in awhile. Like now, for instance.
"How could I ever miss a pretty face like yours?" He says as he ghosts his finger under your chin. You giggle like you know he want you too, and you feel his other hand (clutching a beer bottle) press against your lower back, almost to your ass, but not quite. "How about I take you into one a' the bedrooms and we reminisce on old time, huh?"
"Not tonight, Two-Bit," a different voice answers from behind you. Dally rests his hand on your hip, and Two-Bit gingerly lets go. Dally pulls you closer and you melt into his familiar body.
Two-Bit throws you a wink before walking away, and Dally presses hot, wet, and lusty kisses down your neck. He knows everyone of your weak spots, and he attacks each one relentlessly. He slowly moves back up your neck until he reaches your ear. "Lets finish what we started. Whatchya say?"
You quickly move you hand up to his head and twine your fingers in his hair before you pull, hard enough to elicit a response. He understands this to be a 'yes' and he forces you into the nearest vacant room. He throws you on the bed and is quickly on top of you. He seems more forceful tonight, and you can already tell you will be sore tomorrow. He tears off his shirt before he ravages your neck and collarbones. You claw his back with your nails because you know this is a serious turn on to him. He unbuttons your top, and he is not surprised at all that you aren't wearing a bra. He moves to your left breast, but instead of ravaging it like he would normally do, he slowly teases your nipple and licks around the areola. It's torture to you, so you slip a leg out from underneath him, wrap it around his hips, and force him down closer to you. He groans in annoyance that you aren't as wet as the last time.
"You'll have to work for it this time, buddy."
He moves his head down to your stomach, and you fist your hand into his hair.
His breath pauses for a moment, just like you knew it would. You tug a little harder and his top teeth run down your pelvis. You let out a strangled gasp and your other hand grips the bars of the headboard like your life depends on it. Your arch your back during his ministrations, but he just forces you down flat. You try and lay still, but it's just too hard to concentrate when he's making you feel like that, but you know it's not for your benefit. He knows that the more euphoria you feel, the more you'll give back, tenfold.
He finally raises his head and looks at you with an animalistic glint in his eyes, like a hunter looking at his prey. You let go of the headboard, sit up, and lean forward to kiss him. You pry his lips open and force your tongue in his mouth, and then you run it along every inch of his mouth. You can taste yourself in his mouth mingled with the usual taste of cigarettes and alcohol. You press yourself closer to him and your breasts mush against his chest. His breath quickens and you press closer, pushing him down onto the bed. Before he has time to react, you force yourself down on his length and then cry out in pleasure.
You know he doesn't like you being on top, but he's losing himself just as fast as you are, so he won't do anything. His hips buck up and you stay down on him, trying to get him deeper, even though it seems like he'll never be deep enough. Suddenly, he grabs your hips, pulls you up, and then thrusts you back down hard before he quickly cums. You know you'll probably have bruises and be sore, but you aren't thinking about that as cum dribbles out of you and down onto Dallas. You both stay still for a few moments before you roll off him. You pull yourself close to his chest and he flops an arm across you. You don't speak, and neither does he, but you know that next time, you'll be punished for defying him.