Page 7 of Grave Dissonance

I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to control the raging emotions that were bouncing in my mind. I’d popped a Molly, needing to have it as an excuse to remove the barrier. As the pilldissolved on my tongue, I knew it’d give me the excuse I needed. Tomorrow I could condone everything because of the yellow pill with a star stamped on it.

Marley pulled her off him with the help of her long dark hair, and I swear the chick just groaned in frustration.

“I want in that cunt,” Marley stated.

“Oh, okay,” she said, turning her head to look at me. “You want in my mouth or ass?”

“No, he’s gonna fuck this pussy with me,” I said.

Marley’s eyes met mine, and his body stilled. We’d never double vaginally penetrated a girl before, but as soon as my eyes met the fire and heat within his, I knew there was nothing I wanted more.

I pulled out of the girl and walked over to the back of the bus to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. “Be a good girl and get on this dick.”

She didn’t hesitate as her hand grabbed the base of my dick right before she impaled herself on me. The girl put on a show too, pretending I was a giant anaconda ramming into her. I’m not asmall guy, eight inches with good girth, but the way she screamed was an obvious act. I didn’t know why girls thought we liked that shit. The only guys that might get turned on by that nonsense porn-star, over-the-top acting were those who had never been with a girl other than in their fantasies.

My fingers fisted her hair and I dragged her head down, stuffing her face into the mattress. She moaned with the force of my touch. “Why don’t you be a good slut and shut your pretty little mouth?”

Marley bit his bottom lip, tugging at the ring on the right side of his mouth as he met my eyes. He stroked his cock slowly and methodically, a fucking torturous rhythm that had my mind tethering on the edge of desperate need and agonizing want. The silver jewelry on his dick had my mouth watering. It was one of the reasons I wanted to double penetrate girls together. From the moment I saw it, there lingered a burning need in me to discern biblically what that double piercing of an apadravya and Prince Albert felt like.

My gaze fixated on Marley as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and slid the latex along his dick. His cock was thick and long and I wanted to lick his tip, tugging on his piercings before I laved my tongue along the sexy veins. I groaned as I pondered how good that cock would be deep in my ass. I’d fucked guys before but I’d never bottomed, but in that moment I really wanted to bottom for Marley. See, this was the problem. Letting him fuck me would be a whole fuckin’ new issue.

“Oh god,” the girl moaned as Marley pushed into her. “I’ve never fucked a guy with a piercing before. God, that’s incredible.”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” I spat. “You’re ruining this.”

I sounded like a fucking asshole. I knew better than to treat women as a vacant hole. My motto in life was to leave them better than you found them. I liked to believe these women understood the deal, but I also had a firm understanding that for some of them there remained a glimmer of hope that we’d fall madly in love. I knew some women didn’t realize there’s no such thing as a magical pussy.Men don’t fall in love with someone’s sexual abilities. We bust a nut no matter if you’re a pillow princess or a fuckin’ Cirque du Soleil acrobat.

The Molly needed to hit in order to take the edge off. It usually took thirty minutes, so anytime now. Once high, I would have this buffer between Marley and me, an excuse to enjoy what I really wanted. I’d stop thinking of her as an inconvenience and more than a crucial enhancement to the blissful sexual experience. I hated how that night with Marley had fucked my mind to this extent. Having urges for my best friend wasn’t in my grand plan in life.

I was about to tell her to shut the fuck up again when Marley pushed her head down on the mattress, muffling her words. His eyes locked with mine, and in that moment Gretal-or-Girdle vanished. In my mind, only two people existed. Marley and me. I didn’t know if it was the Molly or my own burning desire for this man, but for the first time in my life, sex meant more. I lost myself gazing into his gray depths and came harder than I’d ever had.

I can blame Molly. Yep, it’s Molly. The Molly made me hard as fuck for my best friend. It hadabsolutely nothing to do with his fucking gorgeous cock. Guys are attractive, they fuck hard, and I like that about them. Their bodies can take a larger hit, but my preference has always been women. But the only exception to this rule, apparently, is Marley Banks’ hard, tattooed body and his cut, thick pierced dick.

I regret sending Gretal-or-Girdle home last night. Once I fucked her and came, I really didn’t want her around. I was so high, and all I wanted was Marley beside me. So, I called one of the security details and got her ass safe and sound to her abode. At the time I thought it was a good idea, but right now that buffer would’ve been good. I am sure she’d remedy my raging hard-on, even though that isn’t my biggest problem at the moment. The large dilemma I have currently is the thick, veiny cock standing at attention against my best friend’s tatted-up, muscular abs. Abs that I want to lick up and down before I shove his cock deep in my mouth and gag until his salty flavor coats the back ofmy throat.

Fuck.

I scrape my face with my open palms, desperately trying to get my raging libido in check. This is my best friend I am lusting for here. A part of me wishes Marley was one of those super straight guys that wouldn’t even share a girl with me. You know, the ones that want to believe themselves as not gay and don’t even want another guy’s dick within a ten-mile radius? But Marley has more experience fucking guys than I do. He’ll actually fuck anything. If it’s got a hole, Marley Banks will penetrate it.

My eyes wander back to his big, beautiful cock. Oh, my god, did I just think a cock was beautiful?

Cocks aren’t beautiful. They are functional.

Tell that to the thick dick giving me sly winks while adorned with jewelry that made my dick weep into submission last night. Maybe I should get a cock piercing. When Marley got his, he was out of commission for months, but goddamn, the way it fucking makes my dick leak for him makes me think it would be worth it. I want him to feel that same mind-blowing sensation I do. Wonder how fucked up we haveto get for him to fuck my ass until I beg for his cum like a cheap whore?

I lean forward toward Marley’s dick. It’s not harming anything if I inspect its glorious beauty. A small touch here and there while he sleeps won’t get out of hand. I can’t believe I’m convincing myself that the idea of sexually assaulting my best friend might be okay.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He’s out cold, and I am over here wanting to taste every damn inch of him. The way my cock jerks at the idea of being closer to Marley’s dick tells me it’s on board with the idea. I can blame it on Molly.

My hands glide up the tattoos decorating his thighs. Fuck, some of this ink is absolutely beautiful. Not one tattoo on Marley’s skin is mundane. I’ve never really noticed how artistic each piece is. Until now.

My tongue slides along his skin, licking the vibrant colors on his flesh, and I get high from the flavor of his salty skin. Fuck. How is licking skin a fucking high all on its own?

Desire burns brightly as I kiss along his thighs and am confronted with his balls. Fuck, the way I want to suck them deep into my mouth, worshipping him like a god. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I consumed with Marley’s fucking junk? I don’t even like to give oral sex. I am a receiver, not a giver. Rock stars don’t simp to give head until they are gagging. But dammit, I want to choke on this dick until my eyes are tearing up and spit froths from the corners of my lips.

I inhale his musky scent as I lick up his shaft. Fuck, I want more of it. I want him to flood my mouth until I drown in his cum.