Young & Reckless

Chapter 17- Bennett

Warning: This chapter contains use of drugs and alcohol

Chapter 17- Bennett

I snickered, "What do I like?" She nodded. Did she just call me Benny? I tilted my head to get a better look at her. Her skin was flawless. Even with crumbs on her lips. I reached up to brush it off gently. She stared back, her gaze dropping to my mouth. Jennette laid her chin on my shoulder, she looked up at me as well. They must have been nervous, I had given them enough liquor for them to loosen up. Damon was on his way. This was my type of entertainment. Damon wanted me to slip in something in the champagne but that wasn't my style. I wanted them lucid enough. He didn't tell me they liked to drink. The glasses had to be refilled so many times, it shocked me even.The cameras weren't noticeable. They were cameras in the room in case anything criminal happens. What I was doing wasn't criminal. I just wanted to watch. It's for me and me alone. Damon should be here soon to join us. He told me that Talia was seeing Samuel and him at the same time, she wouldn't mind if he came over. "Lots of things. Whatever I want to do, I like to try it." That's what I thought when I handcuffed someone for the first time. We lost the key. I called one of my security guards to unlock us. It excited me. Filming was my second, I get the girls consent before it happens or they don't notice to care enough.

"I love your lips." Talia wrinkled her nose, still staring at it. "Do you use lip masks?" she brought up her index finger, moving it up and down like a motor. I chuckled again, these girls were funny. The fact that I got to see this up close was a treat.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a mask. For your lips," she responded. "It makes it smooth and purple. I said purple," Jennette fell back on the bed, holding her belly while she laughed. Talia cackles, shaking her head and hitting my shoulder. "I meant nipple. No. Supple. Soft. Oh my god, we drank too much. So unprofessional." She swallowed, scooted up, sitting on her knees. "Does this mean we can't come with you because we're drunk?"

"This wasn't an official interview. It was a meeting." I answered with a smile. "You two are fine." She gave a faraway look into my eyes. She moved in close, our noses touched and she held my cheeks, looking dazed. I touched her cheek with my thumb, she pouted her bottom lip. "We can set an interview anytime you want."

"If I did something right now, would you be mad?" she slurred her words. Her eyes were glazed. Both were, Jennette sat behind Talia while she tilted her head to the side with her mouth open but they still managed to look gorgeous.

"It depends on what you want to do. But for you, I won't be mad." I smirked, looking into her eyes. She moved in close, my lips brushed hers and she gave me a quick peck. Her head recoiled back, thinking of what she just did. I didn't want her to stop. She did it again, like a chicken bucking. I held the back of her head, she stayed against my mouth. I pried hers open with my tongue and ours swirled around. She still tasted like red wine. It became forced on my mouth, hotter, she climbed on my lap. Grinding on my groin, all the blood rushed to my penis. She tasted like the salty snacks. 

 I heard the door open, peaking out of one eye as Damon walked in with the key card. "Looks like the party already started," he said with a chuckle as he shut the door.

"Damon!" Talia shouted, jumping off me and meeting him for a hug. She hopped and wrapped her legs around his waist. I felt Jennette resting her chin on my shoulder and she sniffed my neck. "What are you doing here?"

"Meeting Bennett. He told me to meet him here," he answered. "The concierge escorted me. I heard giggling. Of course you two were here." He bit his bottom lip as he looked at them. This could work, right? I begged him to bring them. Nothing bad will happen. It's just fun.