I pulled up at Matt's house around 5:30 exactly. I knew I wouldn't be able to enjoy my night if I didn't bother to help the rest of the girls set up before the other guest came. I climbed out of my midnight blue mustang and walked up to the big thick awaiting oak door. I didn't bother to knock as I stepped inside to see the other girls still hanging up a few "welcome back" banners. I stepped into the welcoming house and closed the door behind me as Janee acknowledged  my presence.

"Hey you, don't you just look stunning.?" 

I smiled down at the simple, yet gorgeous black and red, strapless cocktail dress that clung to my figure. The red platform pumps making my legs seem longer than they were. 

"Well, thank you," I said, "What else needs to be done?" 

"We just need to put the beers in the fridge and add the vodka to the punch bowl," Jenny said over her shoulder. 

"Well, since you lovely ladies have been working so much, let me do both." 

"Ooh, Oooh, guess what I'm making?" Kris bounced on her toes? 

"If it's not liquor, it won't make me happy, " I said, a sly smirk on my face. 

"Psh, it is liquor. I'm making your favorite drink; Zombies," Kris said all too happily. 

I smiled at the thought. I don't know if it was the different rums that made the sweet drink so addicting, or the fact that sex with Zacky while I was drunk, always made me lose myself. 

"Throw in an Irish car bomb, and I might fuck you, Kris. Brian can watch..... Not really," I said jokingly. 

I walked into the kitchen to see a keg already in a huge bucket of ice. I wasn't sure how many people were coming, but it must be a lot if Jenny bought a keg and four cases of beer to be sure. I set all four cases into the fridge with ease, then I turned around and grabbed the two bottles of vodka and began to empty them into the punch bowl of various fruit. I knew the guys wouldn't drink this 'cause it was "too girly" but Jenny and the other girls would suck this down without a second thought. 

Once the food, decorations, and drinks were all ready, Jenny ran upstairs to get dressed while we sat around getting a head start on drinking. As soon as I put the beer bottle to my lips, the door bell rang. 

"I'll get it," Kris shouted from the foyer.

The first guest had arrived, and it was time to get wasted and worry about nothing. 

X~X~X~X~ X~X

The guest were all arriving, some I recognized, and some I didn't. I walked around the party with a drink in my hand mingling like I normally do, when I heard Jenny yell "They're here."

"About fucking time," I murmured under my breath. 

Jenny put the music on pause and waited for the boys to walk through the door. The door knob jiggled at first before it opened. First walked in Matt, with Brian, Jimmy, Johnny, and Zachary following behind him. 

"Welcome back!" Everyone shouted. 

Jimmy ran into the crowd of people hugging them all and laughing manically. I parted with the handsome gentleman I was talking to, so I could wish my boys a proper welcome back. 

After Matt, Brian, Jimmy, and Johnny got their kisses from their girls, I hugged and kissed each of them on the cheeks and told them how much I missed them.  When I got to Zachary, I just stared at him before I rolled my blue eyes and turned back to Johnny. 

"Y'all couldn't have left him in Ireland? Claim it as an accident, maybe?" 

Johnny laughed and nudge my side before I finally turned back to Zachary. 

"Nice to see that they didn't leave you behind," I smiled slyly once again. 

"You're so fucking humorous to me, it's unbelievable. Now shut the fuck up," Zachary smirked at me. 

"Ugh, go fuck yourself and stop talking to me. I'm no where near drunk enough," I said as I pushed passed him. 

I walked over to Kris and slapped her ass making her turn around abruptly. 

"What the fuck, Kat?"

"When are you making those Zombies?"

Kris looked over my shoulder and smirked wide when she saw Zachary sitting on the couch talking to a brunette with huge tits. I rolled my eyes knowing nothing would ever come of it.

"Is someone getting laid tonight?" 

"Kris, don't be a nosy crotch sniffer. Of course I'm fucking myself tonight," I said jokingly. 

I watched Kris make her way behind the bar and pulled out all the ingredients. No matter how hard anybody tried to make Zombies, only Kris knew how to make mine. She always put more liquor than ice, and it always tasted so sweet. As soon as Kris finished making the Zombies, I grabbed a glass and chugged it down quickly. The sweet after burn of the alcoholic drink always warmed my stomach. I took another glass and kissed her cheek. 

"Don't forget, you owe me an Irish car bomb, gorgeous," I said before letting her go. 

I made my way once again around the party catching the eye of the handsome guy I was talking to earlier. I found out his name was Derek and he owned a tattoo shop. His tall ripped body possessed so many tattoos, I wanted to strip him naked and see each one. After my 4th Zombie began to kick the piss out of my bladder, I realized I should stop holding it and just go. 

As I excused myself from Derek, I looked across the room to see Zachary's eyes bore into mine. The burning desire that caught in his eyes made my pussy clench tightly. I knew that look all too well. I flicked my eyes upstairs, then I flicked my eyes back to his. Those once light green orbs, darkened with each step I took upstairs to the bathroom. He must have waited till I was finally out of sight to follow after me. 

After I used the bathroom, I began to wash my hands when a gentle knock came. I pretended I didn't hear it as I turned off the faucet and dried my hands on the hand towels. I opened the door to meet Zacky's eyes, the lust that swirled in those eyes almost made my knees buckle. I smirked up at him as I side stepped him.

"I had no Idea you needed to use the bathroom, the throne is all yours," I said walking away. 

I took 3 whole steps before I felt a hand fist into my hair and my back pressed up against his chest. 

"Now you're gonna get it," Zacky seethed, his lips pressed right below my ear as he spoke. 

Zacky dragged me back to the bathroom by my long, black hair, he slammed the door shut and locked it once we were in the bathroom. He roughly pushed me up against the counter, my back still pressed into his chest, his hand still fisted into my hair. 

"You missed me, didn't you?" He asked, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck. 

I bit back a whimper as I kicked my heels off not answering him. He's always hated when I ignored him. 

"Answer me," he growled in my ear, pulling my hair harder.

I gasped from the pain and grabbed the end of the counter, my knuckles turning white. "Yes, I did." 

"Good girl," he breathed out, his free hand rubbing it's way up my inner thigh. 

My breath hitched as his fingertips outlined my folds teasingly. I bit my bottom lip holding back yet another whimper. 

"Oh, no panties? You just knew I wanted to ruin that pussy, didn't you?"

"Fuck! Yes, yes I did."

"I want you to look in the mirror at me while I play with your pussy, and when I fuck you. If you close your eyes, I'm gonna fuck that smart mouth of yours," Zacky said against my ear.

I just nodded already knowing he meant what he said. 

"Spread your legs for me, Kitty," Zacky's sultry voice sent a rushing warmth between my legs. 

I spread my legs and looked up to the full length mirror keeping my eyes on his. Zacky lifted my short cocktail dress up and over my ass before he settled his left hand back in between my legs. Two skillfully fingers dipped into my folds, and as quickly as they were in, they came back out. My whimper of protest making Zacky smirk as he kissed my neck. 

"You're so wet for me, Kitty," Zacky thrust his fingers in me without warning. 

My mouth fell open on a silent moan as my back arched and I ground my ass against the bulge in his jeans. His thumb brushed over my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me slowly. I moaned feeling my pussy clench tightly around his fingers. 

"You gonna cum for me already, Kitty?" He asked, his warm breath against my ear. 

My legs began to shake as his fingers pumped faster inside me. They curled and wiggled, his calloused fingertips brushing over that squishy bundle of nerves as his thumb pressed harder against my clit in slow demanding circles. He sunk his teeth into my neck and tugged my head back further, the burning coiling in my stomach became too much to bare.

"Cum for me, Kitty," he mumbled against my skin.

My stomach muscles clenched as my body began to shudder against his, my orgasm hit hard making me squirt all over his fingers. I whimpered out his name softly slowing my bucking hips. I watched him lift his fingers to his mouth and suck my juices clean from his thick fingers. A small sexy chuckle left his lips before he slapped my ass hard. 

"I can't wait to bury my cock deep in that tight, sweet, pussy of yours. You want that, don't you?" 

"Yes," I moaned out, the warm heat quickly flooded back in between my legs. 

I heard Zacky's belt buckle jiggle followed by the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I bit the corner of my lip when his warm dick pressed against my lower back. His large hands pulled the top of my strapless dress down below my tits, he spun me around and pressed my ass against the counter, as he took my left nipple into his warm mouth. His teeth scraped over my nipple forcing a moan to escape my lips. He tugged at my nipple before he did the same with the right nipple. 

I could feel sweat beginning to bead on my forehead as I melted under his touch. 

"How badly do you want me to fuck you, Kitty?" Zacky asked, he brushed the tip of his cock against my clit.

"So fucking badly," I said, even though it came out as a whimper. 

Zacky hissed under his breath as he smirked down at me. He pulled his hand back and slapped my wet pussy. The tingles from the slap were enough to make my hips buck. 

"Turn around, and remember, keep your eyes on mine." 

And just like that, I quickly turned around and spread my legs for him, my eyes plastered to the mirror looking at his hungry green eyes.  Zacky pressed his lips back to my ear as he slammed into me. His moan filled my ears while I clutched on to the counter for support.

"Ugh, the way your pussy fucking grips my cock, Kitty," he moaned into my ear as his left hand wrapped around my throat. 

Zacky's hips began to pound into mine as his grip tightened around my throat. I pushed my hips back in sync with his thrusts, pushing his cock deeper into my pussy. 

"Fuck, harder, Zacky," I moaned a bit louder staring in his eyes watching them darken. 

"Who's pussy is this, Kitty?" Zacky groaned into my ear as his hand reached down in between my legs and traced my clit. 

"Oh, fuck, Z-Zacky! It's yours, it's all yours," I moaned out struggling to breathe. 

"You're my little slut, aren't you? Nobody can ever make you cum the way I do. Fuck," his grip around my neck tightened. 

"Oh, God, yes! I'm your slut, I'm gonna cu-" 

"No you're not," Zacky said as he pulled out, "Turn around." 

I slowly turned around on shaky legs, my heart pounding against my chest. I loved the way Zacky talked dirty to me, it always made me wet and craving more. Zacky lifted me up and sat me down on the counter, his hands gripped my hips with a bruising force and he slammed back into me, nearly making me cum. 

"Ugh, your pussy feels so good, Kitty." Zacky said as he leaned down and kissed my neck. 

I bucked my hips up to Zacky's feeling myself clench tighter and tighter around his cock. I could feel him throbbing in me, and I knew he was close as well. But there was only one way we'd ever get off together; pain. 

I slipped my hands up the back of Zacky's shirt, and dug my nails into his pale skin. That's when I felt Zacky's teeth sink deep into my flesh, my warm blood trickled slowly down my neck. I arched my back screaming as I clenched even tighter, he slammed his hips to push back into me. The tip of his cock hit my G-spot and I squirted the hardest I've ever experienced.  I dragged my nails down Zacky's back watching him slam his hips in me one last time, groaning against my neck as he came in me. 

My body spasmed against Zacky's as we sat there trying to slow down our breathing. 

"Stop clenching around my dick so I can pull out," Zacky mumbled against my neck.

I winced when I felt his lips move against my fresh wound. I relaxed my body letting him slip out of me, I slid off the counter immediately regretting it. I shuddered feeling Zacky's cum mixed with my own sliding down my inner thigh. 

"Eww, you had to cum in me?" 

"It's not like you said not to," he smirked, pulling his pants back up.

This is the part where we go back to hating each other. I turned around and looked in the mirror seeing the red marks around my neck, along with the still leaking wound. I grabbed the alcohol and a cotton swab and began to clean the wound. 

"You still could have pulled out, Hannibal Baker" 

"Shut the fuck up. You weren't saying that when I was fucking you a minuet ago. And stop acting like you don't like it when I mark you." 

There was no denying it there. I fucking loved it with a fiery passion that burnt somewhere deep in my dark mind. But I'd never admit that to him, at least not without his cock in me. 

"I actually don't like it, but whatever helps you sleep at night." 

I finished cleaning myself up and I applied a bit of foundation to hide the marks before we left the bathroom together. Whenever we finished having sex, he'd always left the room the same time I did. It never caught my attention till now. It's like he wanted everyone to know we were fucking. 

I shrugged it off before I joined the party again. I wasn't even drunk anymore, but everyone else around me was. I had some catching up to do. I walked up to Kris just as she pranced behind the bar. 

"I think you owe me an Irish car bomb, babe," I said.

"Make that five," Janee said from next to me.

I wrapped my arm around her waist just as the big boob brunette walked by me with two beers in her hands. I watched her sit on Zacky's lap and hand him one. I smirked shaking my head, if she only knew. Kris made each of us an Irish car bomb. We each held the shot above the glass as Kris counted down from three. On three, all five girls dropped their shot into the glass and chugged it. My night couldn't have gotten any better. 

"Hey Derek," I smirked over at him.

Or could it?