††  Ellis Jenson  ††

 "You okay man?" asked Vincent, passing me a lit joint as we cruised in his pimped-up fancy European car.  Give me a Mustang or Corvette any day over this soulless piece of shit.

"Yeah," I answered, staring aimlessly out the passenger window, slipping the joint between my lips and taking a drag. Vincent grunted something else and then went back to talking shit to Brent, who was in the back seat rolling another joint.

Blowing out smoke, a smile kicked up the corner of my mouth. I was okay. Better than okay. I was finally free.

I'd walked across that stage and accepted my diploma. The excitement of the day had already gone by that point, having to wait hours in the blistering sun for a quick handshake, fake smile and a scrap of paper worth, jack-shit.

I'd surprised everyone by graduating. I didn't study, care about grades or my major, but then again, I didn't have to. It wasn't like I had a scholarship to stress over. The bank of mom and dad had funded my pointless attempt at a college education. It had shocked them that I'd not washed out after the first semester.

Who they should thank was my roommate, Kevin McClusky, who was my opposite and yeah, who would do anything for the right price. Some may call it cheating. Me? Nah. I liked to think I'd helped Kevin reduce his student debt.

But in graduating, I hoped it might get my dad off my back for a few months at least—give me some down time and enjoy the summer. But some might argue the last four years had been down time. Being my personal major had equated to figuring out how much alcohol and weed I could handle.

Turned out—quite a lot. However, I'd set the bar quite low, only requiring me to be still breathing and able to get my dick up.  Check and fucking check!

My phone buzzed. It was a message from my dad. Knew it was too good to be true. At dinner I had spotted something twinkling behind his eyes, a smugness of some sort. I should have clocked something was off. That, and he never flinched when I mentioned the post-grad party. 

My dad was twisted like that. He'd lull you in a false sense of calm and then bang—fuck you over.

His message simply read: Home by midnight.

Fucking hell.

Now, don't get me wrong. I Loved my dad. Loved all my family, despite their flaws. However, if he expected me home, he was gonna be disappointed because tonight, I didn't have a single fuck to give.

"We're here," said Brent, already opening the door before the car had pulled to a stop.

Jessica Bents hosted tonight's post-graduation party. She was a spoiled little princess, but I'd give her this—she knew how to throw a party.  Out the car, Vince tossed his keys over to a young guy who was tonights valet service.

The front door was wide open, and the music thumped steadily out. Closer, loud conversation could be heard through the open door and inside, twinkly fairy lights wrapped around the crowd of people along with the smell of burnt tobacco and the intoxicating sweet smell of weed. It was full to the brim already.

"Let's get a drink," yelled Vincent right next to my ear.

Brent led the way as we threaded through groups of people down a hallway into a huge open plan kitchen where lines had already formed at two kegs.

Beer wasn't my thing as I looked for my hit elsewhere. Brent tugged on my arm, pointing to a huge open double door. Heading that way, we spotted an open bar with guys working overtime, stirring and mixing and pouring. Now we were talking and a few minutes later I had in my hand a drink as I let my eyes wander over the talent here tonight. It was wall to wall pussy and as expected, people were already stripping down and jumping into the pool.

Sipping on my gin, a tap to my shoulder had me flipping around to see a head of blonde hair and straight white teeth smiling up at me. I recognized her face, but couldn't put a name to it. However, that didn't stop her from flinging her arms around my neck and pressing her tits against my hard chest.

I licked the gin from my lower lip and sucked it in as she let me go and eased off, shifting a hand to rest on my chest. "Ellis," she purred as her other hand reached for my almost empty glass and plucked it from my grip, knocking back the small amount of gin left in it.

"You didn't call me," she pouted, her eyes narrowing just a little.

Call her? I barely remembered her. "Sorry, I've been busy." Offering up my boy next door smile, the one that never failed to get girls swooning and their panties dropping. 

Blondie's face morphed from pouting to a smile. "You're Forgiven!"

See? Worked every-damn-time.

She popped my empty glass onto a passing server's tray. "Would you like to play with me?" she asked, sucking on her bottom lip.

"Play?"

Taking her hand from my chest, she made a come hither gesture and rose to her tiptoes and I leaned down for her to brush her lips against my ear. "I have a friend upstairs. They want you to play with us." Nipping my earlobe, and she may as well have stroked over my cock. She dropped back to her feet and gazed up at me, waiting.

"Does this friend have a name?" If she told her friend's name, then it might jog my memory to her name.

She shook her head in a tease.

Did a name matter anyway? Moving my hand to sit on her small hips, I squeezed a little. "Tell me. Is this friend as sexy as you?"

Blondie here was hot.  If she wanted to play, then who was I to say no?

She wiggled her hips. "Much sexier..."

Fuck me, sexier? I was definitely gonna check this out as a flash of inspiration took off behind my eyes of blondie here riding my dick and her friend sat on my face.

"C'mon," she took my hand, and I nodded towards the guys before following as she moved us  around groups of people leading me toward the stairs. At the top, she looked left and right. "This way," passing bedrooms, we paused on a door and she flipped the handle and I peeked inside. "Oops. Not this one!" she said with a giggle.

She closed the door, but not before I saw an asshole with so much coke up his nose. If he sneezed, it would snow. Idiot. There were some lines even I wouldn't cross.

We passed another three doors, and then she stopped again. "Yes," she said and tugged me inside the darkened room.

Shutting the door, the music from downstairs dulled a little as my eyes adjusted thanks to a crack of light coming from a barely open door which led to a bathroom? It was easy to make out the queen size bed which took up most of the far wall. A dresser occupied the left with a bottle sitting on top and oddly in the middle of the room sat a small round table with two chairs.

I expected her friend to be on the bed, but it was untouched.

A voice had my head turning.

It wasn't a woman's voice and the hairs prickled across the back of my neck when I saw dark eyes looking back at me.

Shadows hid the guy's features, but did nothing to hide the confidence that cloaked him. He was roughly the same height as me, standing at six feet. His body was defined but not big, like he was a naturally thin man who spent a lot of time lifting weights. He was dressed wearing dark-fitted jeans, with combat boots that were fashionably untied and a fitted grey t-shirt.

Blondie giggled. "I found him." She kicked off her shoes and let go of my hand and skipped to him as I recalled what she'd said to me. Play with us.

Mystery guy took her hand and turned her, pulling her against his chest, dipping his head, his mouth hovered against the column of her neck. "Well done, Pet."

Pet? He called her Pet? Weird.

I lifted a hand, motioning to him. "Is this your friend? The one you mentioned downstairs?"

Her head bobbed. "Yes. This is him."

Duh. Idiot. I should have fucking asked. "Look." Blowing a heavy breath through my nose. "I think there's been some misunderstanding here."

He moved his head to rest his chin on top of her head, but I'd yet to get a good look at him. "You play, don't you, Jenson?" He didn't wait for my reply as he spoke to blondie. "Put the small lamp on for us, Pet."

"Yes sir," she replied.

Sir?   What the fuck was going on here?

Ignoring my gut that said, get the fuck out. There was a voice in my head insisting I recognized his voice. But from where?

Blondie moved gracefully across the room to flip a switch. It didn't flood the room with glaring brightness, but it gave off enough of a subtle warm glow so I could see him clearly.

Fucking hell.

Eyes the colour of Onyx stared at me. Jason Bents.

At a post grad party? What the fuck? Oh, wait. He lived here? Jason was Jessica Bents' brother, so it made sense. He was at least two years older than me, but up to this moment, he'd never spoken to me.

Last time I'd seen him was in high school, right before they expelled him.

Jason didn't come across as someone who'd bust in a man's face. Until you met his eyes. He could trap a person in those dark depths even as he beat them to a pulp. Girls all thought he was mysterious, but he was dangerous. I'd seen firsthand what he was capable of.

Not that I feared him, and I squared my shoulders and glared back.

"Pet, set the table," he said while looking at me. I looked away as she went to the dresser to grab a deck of cards..

Cut the tension. This shit was getting weird. "You want to play cards?" I asked.

Blondie grabbed the bottle off the top—which I could see now was a bottle of tequila with the pourers capped in. She took that and the cards to the table.

"Sit, Jenson," said Jason, and the authority in his voice had my feet moving before my brain registered what I was doing.

Unsure why I was doing this, I sat and pulled my chair in. Jason sat opposite. He didn't pull in his chair. He leaned back casually and said. "Blackjack with a twist?" I said nothing, letting him continue. "The twist is there's no dealer and you can't see the cards until you show your hand."

Seemed straightforward.

"In? Or out?" he challenged.

Never one to back out of a challenge, I answered casually. "I'm in."

"Emma—" he started.

Emma. That was her name and my eyes rounded when she moved closer to him and then kneeled beside him.

"—Said you choked her."

What the hell!? My hands shot up in defence. "Look—" Shaking my head, I rarely got flustered when it came to guys, but Jason wasn't just any guy. Being in his mid twenties, he seemed older, had his shit together. But I wasn't admitting to anything...not without a lawyer.  "—I don't know what she—"

Jason held up a finger and my mouth slammed shut as if he'd put his finger under my chin and shut it himself.

"Emma likes to be choked." He ran his hand through her blonde hair and then twisted a strand around his finger. "Don't you pet?" he cooed almost reverently. "Its one of her kinks."

Kinks?   Was I stoned? Or maybe I'd passed out somewhere already and this was some weird fucked up dream?

Feeling hotter than a second ago, I rubbed my sweaty hands over my jean-clad thighs and pinched myself to make sure I was awake.

Jason arched one eyebrow up, as if he knew what I was doing. "Pet, if you will..."

Emma rose to her feet and picked up the cards and moved with graceful precision and dealt us each two cards, face down.

Swiping my cards. Fourteen. However, he'd not mentioned the stakes. "What's the deal here?"

His dark gaze swept over me and sharpened. "Emma."

I blinked, my brow furrowing not understanding. "Emma?"

"Yes. Emma will suck the winner's cock. Loser take a shot of tequila."

Was he fucking with me?  But my dick was totally on board as I kept my expression blank, switching my attention to Emma. She didn't flinch. Looking back at Jason, he was watching me in rapt fascination. Waiting to see what I would do.

I dry swallowed. "I can work with that."

With hardly any facial movement, a pleased look flashed in his eyes. It only lasted a second, but weirdly, it made my heart double tap.

"Hit me," I said without taking my eyes off him. Emma placed a card down, and I picked it up. My jaw tightened. Maybe he would think it was a grimace, but it was to hold back my smirk. Six. "I'll stay."

He gave a sharp nod to Emma, and she dealt him another card. Lifting his card, his face had zero reflection as he laid them out for me to see.

Bust. He had twenty-three.

Not bothering to hide my smirk, I laid out my cards but beneath the table, my foot tapped.

"Pet...Jenson won," he prompted, not even raising an eyebrow as he wrapped his hand around the neck of the tequila.

It was strangely erotic to watch him tip back his head and pour a stream of alcohol into his open mouth.   What the hell... Erotic?

What was in that Joint I'd smoked earlier?

"Can you stand for me, Ellis, please?"

I blinked and nodded. Fuck. She was really gonna do it in front of him.

And why the hell did that make me harder?

On my feet, Emma dropped to her knees and worked my belt free and pulled down my jeans and underwear down past my hips. A little clumsy and abrupt, I forgot all that when her hot lips closed around my dick and I sighed out.

"Do not let him come, Pet." The edge of his lips crept up when my frown gave me away. "Yet," he finished.

A sloppy suck brought a growl from me and I put my hand on the back of her head to guide her. All the while, I felt him watching us.

I'd done nothing like this before.

"Stop," demanded Jason and I released her head and she popped off my dick.

About to pull up my boxers and jeans, his words stopped me. "Putting your dick away so soon—you think you're going to lose the next game?"

It was another challenge, so I shrugged and sat back down with my dick all shiny and wet and hard. Very fucking hard.

"Emma," he smiled this time, and she rose and shuffled the cards and laid out the next game.

Jason won as he pushed the bottle toward me. I clenched the cool bottle and tilted my head back. The burn of liquid flooded my throat, and I swallowed, grateful for the lubrication.

Lowering the bottle just in time for Emma to free his dick. Christ almighty. I'd seen enough junk over the years thanks to open changing rooms and showers. Not to mention porn—not that I was interested in other guys' dicks.

But this bastard, he was packing porn-star junk.

Emma wasn't shy as she licked him from root to tip

"No teasing, Pet." he clucked his tongue.  "You wont like what happens," he warned.

Weirdly, I wanted to know what would happen but she said sorry and sucked his head into her mouth.

Snapping my eyes up, I met Jason's onyx ones and a broad smile of approval as he gripped Emma's hair and pulled her down, holding her there until she choked and gagged with spit seeping from the corners of her mouth over her chin. "See," he said. "My pet likes it rough."

I gripped my dick and squeezed, watching them. But then he dropped hold of her hair and set her free. Smiling down at her, he asked. "What is your colour, Emma?"

Colour?

"Green, Sir," she replied with a swipe of the back of her hand across her mouth.

Winning the next two rounds, my cock was throbbing and frankly, I was done holding back.  This time I was gonna come down her throat whether he liked it or not.  With defiance in my eyes, Emma's teeth grazed the sensitive skin as she went down on me. "Don't move," I told her as gripped her head and thrust hard, letting my mind latch on to what he'd said about her enjoying being choked. 

He didn't stop us as my breaths came out in humid gasps as I kept up a firm pace of sharp, shallow thrusts and it didn't take long for the pressure to build up in my balls and explode through my cock as my head fell back and I came down her throat.

Feeling a little light-headed, Emma sucked until she'd milked me dry and retreating, I swayed a little forcing me to drop onto my chair and suck some much needed air into my lungs.

Lifting my eyes. He was still watching, but I didn't give two shits and I reached for the tequila and relived my dry throat and licked across my lips.

Emma grinning, moved to kneel next to him and he again stroked a hand over her hair. Surely that was it? I'd come. Game over. But apparently not, as he said. "How about we up the stakes, Ellis?"

Ellis. Oh, so we were on a first name basis now?  My eyebrow notched up an inch as I caught my breath. "I'm listening."

"If I win the next round." He cocked his head to the side. "You have to suck my dick."

It wasn't a question, and I blinked and gaped at him. Hell to the fucking no. "I'm not gay."

There was no change in Jason's expression, and yet the air seemed to shift around me. It closed in. "Neither am I, Ellis."

My top lip curled up in disgust. "Then why the fuck suggest I suck your dick, man?" That sounded pretty fucking gay to me. "I'm not into guys, hear me?"

He simply shrugged. "Keeps the game interesting."

Heat crawled across my face and a muscle in my jaw ticked. However, that was nothing to the reaction from my dick. Fucker twitched and hardened... again.

What the fuck!?

I jumped up from my seat, knocking it backward to land on the floor with a thud. No way was I sucking his dick or any other fucker's dick. I yanked up my pants, attempting to shove my protesting cock back inside.

Jason chuckled. "I think you liked my suggestion more than you're willing to admit." His eyes dropped, watching me zip up my jeans with the obvious bulge, making it more difficult. Bastard was still smirking as I gritted my teeth with a snarl.

"When you change your mind, Ellis, come find me."

Ha. Hell would freeze over, or perhaps he was stoned? Or crazy? "Yea, I wouldn't bet on it."

Flipping him off, I spun around and stomped toward the door, but froze with my hand on the handle as he said. "I'm going to enjoy seeing you on your knees for me, boy."

Boy? Crazy motherfucker.

Yanking the door open, I was washing my hands of this weirdness, and I slammed it behind me.

Feet moving fast, I found myself at the top of the stairs, my eyes scanning over heads and faces. Jogging down the first three, I paused, gripping the bannister so tight my knuckles whitened. I dragged a hand down my face. Fuck it. Looked like my dad would get his wish after all.

Guess we were having that talk tonight.