Chapter 7: You taste even better

Azalea:

Busting in laughter as we huddled together, Nikola lifting me up on his back as we walked back to our Hotel to get ready for another eventful night out.

Quickly changing into a black halter top with stone washed jean shorts and black sandals. Celia and Astoria opted for haltered white maxi dresses with matching sandals as we caught up with the boys, wearing practically the same outfits but added a few extra accessories.

“I want to go back to that place with those “grenade” drink, things.” Astoria laughed as the boys looked at her weirdly.

“Exactly how drunk were you last night?” Micah laughed darkly as he draped himself over my shoulders, smiling brightly in face.

“We were coherent until the second Grenade, and things got a little hazy.” Celia laughed holding her stomach laughing as we all found ourselves outside the bar in mention, the “Tropical Isle”.

“What a fitting name?” Sky laughed darkly as we entered.

Nikola quickly ordering six “Grenades” while we scooped up the only standing table in the back corner. Watching Nikola sweet talk the blond that stood next to him as he downed two shots of whiskey, before bringing over our drinks.

“New “TOY’?” I shouted over the loud bantering and music as Nikola shout me a mischievous look.

“Not this week. Just us having fun.” He replied with a coy smile as we all did a shot of whiskey, then started in on the “Grenades”.

“Fucking Hell! NO wonder you girls were toasted after the second one. What is in it, battery acid, and every kind of alcohol?” Micah shouted as he grinned weirdly, mockingly swaying with his hand to his forehead.

Wanting to get fucked up! I sucked that bitch down, quickly ordering another as Nikola flashed me a curious smirk.

“Careful with that, you might do something stupid.” Nikola leaned over talking into my ear as I bobbed my head to the upbeat Rag-tag Blues playing loudly.

“What like give up my virginity! Sorry…” I linked as he shot me a crazy side glance shaking his head as he grabbed my hand, leading me to the loud music down the road.

“Where are we going?” I shouted as everyone grabbed their drinks following behind as Nikola got this shit eating grin on his face.

“The Swamp.” He shouted as this twangy beat pulled at my soul as I felt my body thumping in rhythm to the sweet twang of Muddy Waters.

We did not even make it into the bar, before Nikola flipped me around dancing in the middle of the street as I laughed uncontrollably, twisting, and turning to the music.

Micah and Akai grabbed Celia and Astoria having a good old time in the middle of Bourbon street.

I felt alive! like my inner soul had been locked away and was being freed by this seductive twang of the Blues in the middle of Bourbon Street.

“Your Beautiful.” That dark husky voice spoke as I scanned the crowd, feeling like I was being watched, but felt like I needed to let loose.

“I need a drink.” I shouted over the roaring crowd that was feeling the seductive beat.

“Stay right here.” Nikola shouted as he grabbed Akai, disappearing into the crowded bar as I took a swig of Astoria’s watery grenade as Celia grabbed my arm.

“I got to pee.” She shouted as Micah and Astoria stayed behind waiting for Nikola and Akai.

“Bathroom break.” I linked Akai as we ran towards the port-a-johns along the side of an alleyway.

Sky scrunched her nose at the putrid smell of Louisiana humidified urine, and whatever else the fuck could possible extract itself from the body.

Quickly squatting as the music sang louder to me as the boozy sway kicked in full gear. Stepping out of the hazardous waste john, feeling a large warm hand grip around my arm, electrical surges ripping through my drunken body as I was pulled quickly into the shadows. Seeing who stood in front of me.

“YOU!” I shouted as he cupped my mouth with his hand, shushing me.

Either the alcohol was kicking in harder or I swore my body was on fire with his hand over my mouth as the deep throbbing knocked my knees in. His bright greenish blue eyes flashed dark with lust as his hand slipped away from my mouth, just to be replaced with his soft plump pink lips with a hint of Miller Lite. His large warm hand cupping my face, while his other slid down over my plump ass cheek, squeezing like it was his last day on Earth.

“You taste even better.” He whispered huskily as I grabbed his face, craving for more as our tongues speared, swayed in a seductive dance.

Feeling my core tighten as my walls vibrated for attention as his harden bulge pressed harder into my groin as he hoisted my legs up around his waist, pushing me up against the brick wall in the shadowy confines of the alleyway. Feeling as his hand slid under my halter top, gripping firmly to my supple breasts as we fought against one another in a heated battle of dominance.

“Fuck!” I hissed as he pinched my nipple in his fingers as he rolled that bitch, causing my core to ignite into an inferno of desire.

His other hand slipping down in between my thighs, feeling his knuckle push against my throbbing nub as a guttural moan slipped past our lips as I gasped for oxygen.

“I want you so bad.” He groaned into the crook of my neck as he kissed gently against the flesh, feeling my body wanting to give in and take him right here in this alleyway.

The hollow sound of my shorts button snapping open as his hand slid up under my panties, slipping his long muscular finger into my dripping opening as he held firmly to my lips as I screamed in pleasure as he massaged against my depth.

“We can’t.” I moaned loudly as he pushed harder against…What the Fuck was that.

Feeling my eyes roll lazily as I fought to maintain some kind of sober.

Sky was panting heavily.

“Yes, we can, but no penetration.” He hissed in delight as my juices flowed freely against his hand as the white-hot rush of pleasure, ripped through my body as he slammed harder against my core.

Pushing, rubbing my nub as he worked every nerve into a psychotic frenzy of electrical pulses, pushing me over that veil of dark euphoria, screaming into the starless night sky, masked by the heavy sounds of music and loud bantering. Gently setting me down on my shaky legs as he licked his fingers, clean of my juices as he captured my lips in his heated embrace, tasting the salty remains of my essence.

“I don’t even know your name.” I whispered moaned as my body craved more attention.

Watching as his smile turned into a mischievous smirk, leaning forward as he licked up my neck.

“Byron.” He hummed against my earlobe as my knees buckled at the pure raw husky tone that dripped sexual rebelliousness.

“Lea.” I replied as I felt my link pull.

“What?” I linked whoever was trying to link me.

“Jesus Christ! Where are you?” Nikola sounded frantic.

Byron kissed me once more, before slipping away with a dangerous wink as he disappeared into the shadowy alleyway.

“Behind the Port-a-johns.” I replied because it was the truth, just not all of it.

“Stay right there.” Nikola responded with loud music in the background.

Leaning against the brick wall, quickly fixing my hair and cloths as I replayed my crazy, lust filled encounter with Byron.

“Great Balls of Fire!” Sky laughed as she panted heavily.

“Tell me about it.” I replied as Nikola appeared checking around the shadowy alleyway.

“Fuck Lea! You smell like arousal.” Nikola shouted as I could only laugh darkly.

“Where’s my drink?” I asked changing the subject quickly as I pushed myself off the wall as he gave me a questioning glare.

“Celia drank it, but you come with me.” Nikola said as he scooped me up on his back, carrying me back out into the heavy atmosphere of booze and music.

“What do you want?” He linked as he sat me down outside the bar with the gang, dancing to the twangy Blues thumping loudly.

“Surprise me Big Brother.” I shouted at him catching him off-guard as he stumbled a step with a goofy smile.

Nikola appeared with this crazy looking drink called the “Swamp Monster” laughing darkly as I enjoyed the mixture of alcohol, and my crazy experience with Byron.

We danced the rest of the night, until us three girls could not stand straight, having to be carried away by our fearless trio of drunken buffoons.

Barely remembering the walk back to our Hotel, or making it to our room, before blacking out.