Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
But where are my manners? Finally, I tear my eyes from Liam’s girlfriend, even as he shoots me a knowing look. After all, we’ve had some conversations about Alyssa before. Nothing specific, but he wasn’t exactly put off by my compliments about his girlfriend either. Instead, he seemed pretty neutral and even encouraging. Then again, maybe I’m so desperate for the sassy woman that I’m misreading things.
I get myself in hand and force myself to focus on Alyssa’s big brown eyes without dropping my gaze to stare at her breasts.
“So how have you guys been?” I manage in a somewhat normal tone.
“Good,” she says with a sweet smile. “Looks like a great party you have here. Your apartment’s amazing.”
I nod.
“It is and I’ll show you around later. But first, let’s get you two a drink.”
Liam grins. “You’re speaking my language now, my friend.”
With that, I make my way to the kitchen, my buddy and his girlfriend trailing behind me. We have to dodge some dancing bodies, and I spot Greg on the couch, mouth open, his head lolling on the back of the sofa. Figures. It’s a good thing I’ve got a cleaning service coming in tomorrow because I’m sure as hell not tidying up after that ho-bag.
There’s a full bar set up in the kitchen, but the bartender looks insanely busy as people crowd his table from all angles. Instead, I pick up a random half-empty bottle of Maker’s Mark, and hold it up.
“This look good?”
Liam’s eyes flash.
“Yeah, looks great.”
He gets right to work fixing himself a bourbon on the rocks like a pro, but Alyssa hesitates.
“What’s your poison?” I ask silkily.
She blinks a few times and then giggles. “I don’t even know, to be honest.”
“Let’s start with a shot,” Liam suggests. “My girl likes tequila.”
Alyssa giggles. “You’re right. I do. I know that much.”
With that, I pour out three shots from my secret stash and we throw them back along with salt and lime. Alyssa doesn’t cringe as the alcohol slides down the back of her throat like a good girl, and I watch hungrily as her neck ripples silkily. Damn. I didn’t know doing a shot could be so hot.
After that, someone else slaps me on the back and I turn after nodding at Liam and Alyssa.
“I should probably go talk to some other people,” I call. “But I’ll catch you guys later, okay?”
Then, I’m off into a whirlwind as bodies mash together. The music rages and I swear I’m having conversations with five people at once, but it’s fine. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of Liam and Alyssa from across the room, but it’s just a flash here or there. They look happy, even when they’re just talking to one another with their heads bowed in that intimate way couples do sometimes.
But after a couple hours of non-stop raging, I decide to look for them again. In the time since, I’ve talked to a party princess who was high, an old geezer who wanted to play a concerto on my baby grand, and a middle-aged woman who kept coming onto me by rubbing her breasts against my arms and chest. It was really annoying, and I need to find out how she got in. She’s definitely not one of my friends, and unlikely to be a friend of a friend either.
But as I scan the crowd, I don’t see either Liam or Alyssa. Where the hell could they be? Did they leave? I shake my head. It’s too early for that because the party’s still going full-throttle.
With that, I start wandering down the hallway. I have a pretty spacious apartment, but there are people here too, talking and whispering. A few couples are making out in the shadows, but I don’t care. Let them have their fun.
But as I stroll towards the back of the hall, strange noises greet my ears as the music fades. What the fuck is that? There’s a rhythmic thumping sound and then a loud gasp before a short, high-pitched scream. Is that what I think it is?
Slowly, I press open the door to the master suite. Fuck, I can’t believe these assholes had the gumption to use my bedroom, especially since I could have sworn that I locked it before the party. But who knows? I guess when people want to get laid, nothing will stop them.
My eyes struggle to focus on the shadowy shapes inside, and sure enough, another long, low moan rings out. This time, I realize it’s a female gasping her pleasure, and then my eyes widen when I realize who it is. It’s Liam and Alyssa and they’re engaged in filthy, nasty sex.
Alyssa’s totally nude on her hands and knees with her big rear end facing me. Her pussy is slick and pink, and her asshole flexes involuntarily as she sucks her boyfriend. But Liam’s not a man to stand by and do nothing as he enjoys head. Instead, he leans forward over Alyssa’s creamy, sinuous back and spreads her cheeks so that I have an unobstructed view. Then he spits slightly onto her asshole, before rubbing the liquid into the tight pleats.