Chapter 11
Anton
“You just left a shit storm for that girl you want to fuck,” Viktor says as he drives off. Kazier nods his head, and I look at them both like they have gone mad. “You left Angelina, who you fucked and who’s in love with you I might add, and your new fling sitting in the same room. Angelina has now discovered your new fling, and what’s worse… it’s been revealed to both of them now,” Viktor finishes saying.
“And?” I ask. I don’t get where he’s going with this.
“Fuck, for someone so smart, you sure as shit are a dumbass. Women talk, you idiot. Your new fling is making friends with them. Don’t you get it yet?”
“She won’t care.”
“Yeah, right! Think about it, she becomes friends with Angelina, and bang … fling won’t want to sleep with you again because she’ll feel guilty,” Kazier adds.
I slam my hands down on the dashboard as shit registers in my brain. “Fuck! Take me back. I need my kitten to purr until I’m ready for her to leave.”
“Oh fucking hell, you even have a nickname for her,” Kazier complains. “You’re in love, man.”
I pull back to hit him, but he moves out of my way fast. “Take me back! Fucking take me back, Viktor. Now.”
He shakes his head. “Not happening, tonight we drink.”
I slam my head back on the headrest. “We drink every fucking night,” I say to him.
“Not with everyone.”
He’s right, it’s usually just Viktor and me. Kazier is always with Elina, Death never leaves Pollie unless he’s instructed to, which is him anyway because before Pollie he hated leaving his house.
“So tonight, we drink.”
Viktor drives until we reach Kazier’s house which is already stocked with all the alcohol we need, because apparently, he’s now in the damn alcohol business. Or maybe he’s just an alcoholic? Whichever one, I’m more than happy as I get to drink it.
***
The drinks are on, the boys are well on the way to intoxication, and I’m a little more than drunk. The girls are constantly sending Snapchats of what they’re doing. I messaged Sam before I couldn’t see straight, but didn’t get a reply back from her. Looking around, they’re all on their cells, a bottle in each hand apart from Death, who’s just hugging his bottle looking at the floor.
I reach out and hopefully hit him hard, but he doesn’t move so I’m guessing it wasn’t, or maybe I fucking missed altogether. His eyes lift up from the floor, and he looks at me.
“Cock piercing?” I ask Death.
He shrugs his shoulders.
Grabbing my cell, I manage to dial Robert—God only knows how—and speak to him. Somehow Robert understands and soon he arrives with a kit in his hand and everyone looking at him.
“You called?” Robert asks while opening it up.
Death stands, pulls me up then smacks the back of my head. “You’re getting a Prince Albert piercing.”
I shake my head, then look down, apologizing before I agree to it. First, I have to tell my cock how sorry I am because I’m about to inflict pain on him.
“Yes, and so are you.”
I undo my pants then pull my cock free. A clamp is placed on my dick, needles are seen and I look away because before I know it my buddy is pierced. I’m pretty sure I pass out after that, or maybe it was after Death got the exact same thing because he did call me a little bitch at some point.
***
My leg is being kicked, my back is aching, my head is throbbing, and my cock….
“What the fuck…” I stand up, pulling my pants down. A fucking large bar is through my dick.
What the actual fuck!
Touching it, I almost want to cry for him. Then because it’s my penis, I begin to appreciate it. I’ve decorated him, and it’s even more beautiful than before.
“Put it away.”
Looking up, I see five sets of eyes are on me—Kazier, Elina, Viktor, Freya, plus… Sam.
Sam’s eyes are on my cock, and I like them there. And because I do, my cock starts growing hard knowing her eyes are on me.
“Fuck, man, my wife is here. Don’t make me cut it off,” Kazier growls.
I wink at Sam as I put it away.
“Did you know you can’t have sex for six weeks after a cock piercing?” Sam says, smiling from ear to ear.
“Robert didn’t say that, did he?”
The boys all nod their heads.
“And he left instructions for you to read,” Viktor says, pointing to the exact piece of paper that says in big bold fucking letters.
NO SEX.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“You two are fucked men. Why would you pierce that shit?” Viktor shivers as he speaks and then shakes his head.
I shrug my shoulders while watching Sam.
“I’ll drive you home,” I tell Sam, reaching for my keys. She watches me, her smile still firmly in place.
“You and I can become great friends over six weeks, I think.”
The girls laugh, but I groan.
Fuck.
I can’t say that word enough times.
Fuck.
Taking her hand, Sam waves to the guys before we start walking out to my car. She’s quiet as I open the door for her, and I’m quiet trying to work out if I took that shit out of my cock if I could have sex tomorrow. I should have read the instructions.
“Don’t take it out. It’s meant to be very pleasing for your partner,” Sam says, surprising me.
Did she just read my mind?
I put the car in gear and drive while watching her from my side.
“I plan to fuck you with it.”
Sam shakes her head. “I never asked for you to fuck me. I think we need to stop that, and now’s the perfect time to do so,” she says, smiling.
“You friends with Angelina now?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the road.
“Nope. She didn’t really like me after you left. Not surprising really since you sucked my face.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” I ask, remembering what the guys said.
“Nope! As long as you haven’t, or never intend to, fuck my sister. We are all good. Friends?” she asks as we reach her apartment.
“I don’t think friends want to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck,” I say to her.
“No, I suppose they don’t. But I guess we can try.” She smirks, getting out and closing the door.
I wind the window down as she walks up the stairs. “At least shake that ass for me, I need something to keep me going.”
And she does, she wiggles exaggeratedly as she walks up the stairs, and I can just hear her faint giggle as she goes inside.
That woman will be the death of me, of that I’m sure.