The Worst Of Us

their first time

Kaya couldn't even remember how they managed to reach the bed. All she remembered -and it was just small fragments that flashed across her mind- was her popping a pill with the lanky brunette as they took a shot together at the bar in the middle of the containment club.

Now, she was here. In a bed. With an aerial view of his tousled light brown hair.

He tilted his face up enough to give her a glimpse of few and faint brown freckles dusted lightly across his nose. Damn, she didn't expect to find them cute but she did. She really did.

He left hard kisses along her collarbone to distract her from the hand trailing down her soft, slightly fuzzy, stomach to her jeans. Kaya's eyes widened in surprise when she felt the guys hand quickly delve beneath the fabric of her underwear. He moved quick. She was highly impressed.

The brunette pulled back from the now bruised collarbone to watch Kaya's flushed face as his fingers slowly slipped between the folds of her pussy.

Kaya opened her mouth in sheer ecstasy, sucking in the now humid air in a staggered breath as he drew his fingers across her opening. Kaya moaned loudly, in unbridled bliss and annoyance. This guy was teasing her and he knew it. The brunette grinned and Kaya quickly became frustrated as a finger shallowly dipped into her core.

"Son of a bitch." She grit her teeth as she moaned, rolling her hips forward to force his hand further. The guy silenced her by moulding his lips to hers in a deep, intoxicating kiss. His tongue advanced out to tentatively touch hers.

Kaya took in a shattered breath as the brunette pressed his finger farther inside her, her mind lost in the electrifying feeling of the high from the pills, the alcohol in her system and the wetness between her legs, his touch mixed with her growing lust curled like butterflies in her stomach. His mouth moved from her parted lips to reclaim a pink, fleshy bud between his teeth, tugging gently. His hand began moving again, spurred on by Kaya's undulating hips. Another deft finger plunging into her depths that welcomed the motion with growing dampness.

"Barryyy," Kaya groaned, her back arching off the bed as her head pressed further into the pillow.

The brunette paused, forcing Kaya to slump back onto the bed and glare at him in annoyance. "Hold up. What did you just call me?"

Kaya blinked once. "Barry."

The brunette pulled his fingers out completely. "You fuckin bitch. The name's Rich." Not that he'd told her at any point during the night.

Kaya frowned. "Rich. Rhymes with bitch. And snitch. I don't like it."

"Well, that's what it is." He guided his fingers into Kaya's mouth, watching in awe as she eagerly sucked her own juices. "I didn't get your name either."

"Don't worry about it." Kaya guided his hand back down to her folds. "Just keep doing the sex stuff on me, man."

Rich held in a moan, his own arousal building from the way this dirty blonde was so blunt and frank about what she wanted from him without him having to ask. It was refreshing as fuck. He continued fingering the sexy blonde, pumping his fingers quickly now.

Rich held his head over the pillow, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I don't care whether you hate it cause right now," he curled his fingers inside her. "I'm in control. So...say. my. name."

Kaya's eyes shut tightly as she genuinely considered it. Rich internally chuckled. This girls humour was weird. Just like his.

Kaya opened her mouth, her heaving breaths preventing her from even talking properly. She opened her dark brown eyes to meet his hazel-green orbs.