Then I took another.
She snatched the joint out of my hands and put it out before tossing it into the trash.
“You definitely shouldn’t be getting high as my boyfriend.”
I stared back at her blearily and let out a soft laugh. Boyfriend. Fuck my life.
“And I was thinking, maybe we could get you some new clothes so you don’t look so…scary. You wear a lot of black.”
“I like black. Bianca likes black.”
Wrong thing to say in my stoned stupor.
“Bianca D’Angelou?” Celeste snorted, pure fury on her face.
“De Santis,” I corrected in a soft voice. “She’s married to Dom.”
“I don’t care who she married. Why are you even talking about her? You shouldn’t even be thinking about her after what she did to us at lunch. She embarrassed me. ”
I shrugged. “I would be smoking and drinking, but you took them.”
She scoffed. “Listen, I saw her slap you tonight. She clearly doesn’t like you, so whatever weird thing you might have with or for her needs to end. She’s married to Dominic. I’m sure he wouldn’t like knowing his best friend keeps staring at his wife.”
I scoffed and shook my head. She had no clue how our trio worked. Hell, if Bianca weren’t in the picture I would’ve probably offered up Celeste’s pussy to them.
“I wanted to-to beat her for touching you,” she continued “No one touches my Levy.”
I smirked at that thought. If she would’ve raised her hand to bumblebee, she’d have gotten one hell of a surprise. I wouldn’t have been the only one getting hit. Plus, Dominic would’ve put Celeste to the ground for even approaching Bianca. Woman or not, Dominic didn’t fuck around. Any threat was enough to put a bullet in it, especially when it came to Bianca.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Oh, I just like the thought of you wanting to defend me,” I lied, giving her a half-assed grin.
I’d been in this sham of a relationship for only a few days and was already wanting to get the hell out.
She smiled at me, buying my bullshit.
“You’re so sweet, Levy,” she sighed, stroking my cock through my pants again.
I forced the grimace from my face.
She eased to her knees in front of me and stared up at me as she tugged on my pants button. I swallowed hard, my heart aching as I thought about bumblebee.
It’s not cheating. She’s not yours. She never was. She said she was done. She said she didn’t want you. That she never would. You were never a choice.
My mind went to ugly thoughts of Vasiliev touching her with Dom and Vincent.
Celeste pulled my dick out. My lip wobbled as she sucked along my length.
I’m doing this for Dom. For the deal. I fucking hate this. Fuck. Fuck. Someone save me from this nightmare. God, help me…
“Your dick is so big.” Celeste giggled before she licked up my shaft.
I swallowed and tried not to jump up and run from the room. I didn’t know what the fuck was the matter with me. Any other time, I’d have welcomed a blow job and some good, sloppy drunk fucking.
Then Bianca came into my life and changed every fucking thing I thought I knew, myself included. Now, there I was with some chick who wasn’t my bumblebee, slobbing my knob.
Celeste sucked me deep into her mouth and gagged. I winced as she caught me with her teeth. And again.
Fuck, is she a goddamn beaver gnawing on my log?
She scraped me again. I sucked in a sharp breath she must have taken as a sound of pleasure because she sucked harder, dragging her teeth more as she bobbed up and down.
Unable to bear more, I pushed her away by the shoulders. She released my cock with a loud popping noise.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, wiping at her lips.
“Nothing,” I said, breathing out. “Uh, how about we just…talk?”
“Talk?” She frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Let’s get to know one another.”