#1: My Brother’s Biker Besties

Cleo’s POV

I feel wet between my thighs… something warm and sloppy smoothly drips over my soft skin and I bite down the urge to shove my hands beneath the table and feel my folds!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

“Truth or dare?!” Naya and Bella, my high school besties, scream, not aware of the heat about to split my thighs in half, or they are just too high to care.

My fingers grab tightly around the shot of vodka and I gulp like an idiot. Never have I ever had alcohol, as a caged princess, my movements are monitored, but today being my eighteenth birthday, I broke the rule. Technically, they convinced me.

“D… Dare.” I stutter, fighting the heat rising in my belly.

There is no way I’m picking truth and telling them I’m horny, that I want to grab the nearest stranger, flip him over, and ride his face.

It's an hour into our secret birthday bash and Jeremy, my boyfriend is yet to be found.

“Blow a hot guy.” Naya moans her order and chews her lip.

“What?” I gasp, even though the dare brings me a sort of relief.

I can do it and blame it on the liquor, on them… but there’s no way I’m cheating on Jeremy. I’ll wait, even when my pussy is about to explode.

“The hot dude over there isn't a bad one,” Bella grins, her eyes winking at a guy a few seats away from us, the same one staring down at us the whole time. “But, as a birthday gift, we’ll let you choose.”

“I’ll drink.” I tap the table for her to pour me my drink.

“Wait…” Naya cackles. “Someone is still a virgin.”

Her voice is a bit too loud. I hide my red cheeks, wishing I had sat this one out. “No, I’m not—”

“Then prove it!” Bella jumps in. She stands up and slips next to me, her half-naked body bold in the lacy playsuit that barely covers her small pointy breasts. When she leans in to whisper in my ear, I know she’s about to spew.

No, she doesn't whisper… Her hand drops on my bare knee, with a finger circling my skin.

No way!

I grab the shot and gulp, not giving her a chance to slip another inch upward.

Bella bursts into laughter and Naya joins in. It's obvious they are messing with me.

“Two shots, virgin.” Naya heightens the punishment.

The first is already burning down my throat, blurring my vision, and the second… It's like it went straight to my hormones and set my body on fire!

The soft skin between my legs feels swollen… wet and swollen! And my panties is literally soaked! I clap my thighs in a bid to help myself, but the pressure on my cunt is unbearable.

“Oh, my god…” I murmur, staring at the bottle of liquor specially ordered for me.

Was it laced?

No, no, no.

“I have to go—”

“Cleo…”

I don't let them try to convince me this time, I grab my purse and dash out of the bar, hot and horny, a lust desperate to have her wetness scrubbed on any surface.

“Oak Street.” I cry out to the cab driver and jump into the back seat, undeterred by the price of the ride.

Uncomfortable, I shift in my seat, my hands pressed in my thighs as I fight the urge not to shove my high-waist cheque skirt upward, slip my panties to the side, and fuck myself.

I’m this freaking close.

“Are you okay?”

No!

I gulp dryly and nod, my teary eyes betraying me.

Remembering how bad I’m dressed, I pull the cardigan from my waist and wear it over my tiny crop top that lazily kisses my big breasts, highlighting my big perked-up nipples. A bit covered, I pull the skirt down a bit to cover my long legs.

Getting home without fingering myself is a miracle. I bolt down the big yard and stop by the main door. If I act funny, my brother will be suspicious, and heavy on being my guardian, he will ring our parents and disrupt their work trip.

“Breathe, Cleo…” I struggle to keep my trembling legs upright. “Ten steps and you're out of sight. Then you're in your room… and you have your fingers to yourself…”

It sounds like a good plan!

I get into emptiness. The spacious, well-furnished golden sitting room is quiet, Duke isn't downstairs! The best news ever! I bolt for my room, footsteps trying to be as discreet as possible.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, I yank my purse off my body, recklessly throw it to the side, and strip!

Skirt down!

Cardigan comes next, and I take off my crop top, almost ripping the thin fabric into pieces.

Lastly, I spread out my legs, and roll down my panties to the filthy sight of my wetness thinning out. My body is hot pink… thick from the heat. Without thinking, I shove a finger in, throw my head backward, and moan!

“Hmmm… Oh yeah…”

The squeaky sound of my finger slamming into my wetness is hot, I cup my breast and clench my thighs. The last thing I’m expecting is my bathroom door shooting open, and a naked man walking right out!

Tall, finely built.

Like he’s sculpted for sin itself.

My eyes skit down his hard muscles… To the fucking long cock hanging down his legs! It twitches! Veined!

Fucking thick as my forearm!

I swallow hard when I should scream and run to safety… and my cursed pussy hisses, dripping hard on my hand.

“Cleo?” His deep baritone rings, forcing me to look at his face instead.

Blonde hair dripping water down his broad and hairy chest, high cheekbones, and lips sculpted in a sexy bow.

Zane?!

My brother’s bestie! My school’s ex hockey star! And my fucking first crush!

“What the fuck?” I gasp, coated finger slipping out of my body, and shame hugging me in thick goosebumps.