Dice’s POV

The last thing I remembered from the strip joint was getting up on the stage and practically doing the pole, before Matt threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the place. What was his fucking problem? He threw me in the car and buckled me up, since I was too smashed to even remember where my shoes were. Speaking about them... where were they? Why was I barefoot and where’s MJ and Brian?

Matt got in the car and behind the wheel, starting up the engine. „Are you mad?” I slurred and he just placed my heels in my lap, before buckling up himself. Without a word. He was staring somewhere in the deep, still silent. And looked pissed like hell. „Come on... What are you so angry about?”

„I’m not angry,” he finally said with a sigh, but even in this drunk state I was in right now, I didn’t buy that bull.

„Look I’m sorry about the fifty, but she could fucking shake those hips, you saw that!” I pointed out to the stripper I had tipped very generously. Was he so mad about the money? It’s not like he doesn’t have another million he’ll probably spend in Vegas next weekend, gambling his nights away.

„it’s not that...” He said, his eyes still on something in front of us.

„Then what is it?” I cried out at the exact moment when very drunk MJ and a very sober looking Gates got in the back seats. „What the hell did I do, Matt?”

„You ready back there?” Matt looked in the rear view mirror and received a thumbs up from Gates, MJ leaning in his side, barely keeping her eyes open. Matt pulled out of the driveway, still ignoring me.

„Aren’t you gonna tell me what the hell did I do?” I screamed.

„Look, it’s not important—„

„The hell it’s not! You’re pissed over something and it’s not important? I deserve to know, what I did!” ‘Cause that good lord knew I have a very little recollection of the time spent in the strip club. Should’ve never drank those beers, I damn well knew they fucked me up each time I decided it was a good call to have the piss drink after large amounts of whiskey. I unbuckled the seat belt and shifted in my seat so I’d be looking at him without the need to turn my head, since that turned out quite difficult.

„Dice, just drop it,” He said simply. Now I was pissed! He can’t act like he fucking hates me one second and then pretend nothing ever happened the next one. I turned to look at Gates.

„Brian, what the hell did I do?” I asked and saw him shooting an uncertain look to the rear-view mirror through which he probably caught Matt’s eyes. Brian put his arm around MJ’s shoulders, who was now soundly asleep. How could she sleep through this yelling was beyond me. Finally those brown eyes connected with mine and he just shrugged. Of course, bro’s before hoe’s. Well, this was just perfect. I returned to Matt with crossed arms. „Did I fuck someone?”

Matt shot me an incredulous look, „I fucking hope not.”

„Then what’s the deal? Did I play tonsil hockey?” Come on just tell me what the hell I did. The anticipation was really killing me and truth be spoken, I didn’t feel the last bit masochistic right now, so I didn’t beg for it to last.

He sighed, before speaking, „it’s not you, okay? You were on your best behavior. At least for your condition.”

„You mean to tell me you did something?” My voice got so high that it cracked in mid sentence. Did he just tell me what I think he did? Was he willing to die? Why was he telling me this even? Why would anyone tell their other half that they cheated on them? That was a fucking new dumb, if you ask me. I punched him hard, since he wasn’t answering, „fucking talk!”

„Easy!” He exclaimed, „I’m fucking driving, okay?”

„Then pull the fuck over!” I yelled, ready to punch him again if he doesn’t start the fuck talking.

„We’re in the middle of nowhere...” He tried reasoning, which was in fact true. All I saw around us was close to dead wasteland. Where the fuck even were we?

„Does it look like I care?” Yet he didn’t stop the car, not even slowed down, „Matt, I swear to god, I’ll fucking jump out of the car if you won’t pull the fuck over!”

My hand was already on the handle and I was two seconds away from opening the door, before Brian spoke up, „Shads, man, just pull over, before she’s killed herself,”

In the next couple of seconds we had stopped at the side of the road and I jumped out of the car, ready to walk home if that was what needed. And that’s exactly what I was doing right now. I just hoped no wild animal or stray dog would eat me. I tasted fucking awful, that is of course, if you don’t prefer human flesh marinated in Jack Daniels. If that’s the case – I’m the best fucking meal you’ll ever dream to get.

„Where the fuck are you going?” I heard Matt shout behind me.

„I’m not spending another second in that car with you unless you tell me what’s the fucking deal!” I screamed back, the headlights blinding me as I turned to look over the car. And I damn well hope he did something terrible, otherwise I pulled a scene like this with no fucking reason.

„Just fucking tell her!” I heard Brian’s frustrated growl.

I heard him curse under his breath, before he shouted again, „it’s Val, okay?”

I frowned. „...who?” Who the fuck’s Val? Oh don’t tell me... his ex? The one he dumped because of me? Oh please, don’t say it is so. He’s dumping me for her? What are we on some kind of twisted merry-go-round? I noticed him now standing in front of me. Hovering a good foot above. How the hell did he even get here so fast? Oh, right I was drunk. No further questions asked about the matter. „So what now? You’re dumping me?”

„What? No,” he shook his head, confused, „I just don’t want any secrets from you.”

„Then, please, tell me what the hell did you do... Was she at the club?” I looked up at him and I could feel I was swaying back and forth. That’s it, not mixing whiskey with beer ever again. Ever. He nodded. „You fucked her?”

„No.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. It seemed he had done something far more worse, but what’s worse than fucking a girl?

„You proposed to her? What? What the fuck did you do?” Come on, I’m dying over here and killing him felt more tempting than dying myself. Just so we’re clear.

„I promised to take her to dinner,” he finally said, making me look at him like he was crazy. And stupid. I just pulled a fucking scene over... that? But then again...

„Why the fuck should you have dinner with her?” That’s hundred bucks less to spend on me!

„’Cause I felt fucking guilty of how it all fucking ended.” ... okay? Never had given a fuck about how none of my relationships ended, but okay. Oh right, I only had one. The others I didn’t take as relationships. Right now he was brushing his hands over his face. Oh come on... I rolled my eyes, not really getting his frustration, but then again, it was me. A chick with practically no boundaries.

„You wanna fuck me on the hood or something?” His eyes locked with mine in a matter of a second. „To ease the frustration,” I explained.

„There’s Gates... and MJ in the car...” He gaped at me.

„MJ’s out cold and we’ll ask Brian to look the other way,” I smirked, walking my fingers up his chest. I knew he considered the thought, but in the end he just shook his head – no. No? FUCKING NO?! Oh she definitely got a damn good shag.

„Let’s wait until we get home,” he smiled, pecking my lips, before he turned around and walked back to the car. „And we’re staying at my place. Your bed’s too small and uncomfortable,” He grinned shortly before getting in the car. What? How about no? I fucking liked my bed.

With a sigh I walked back to the car, or rather stumbled my way back.

„We’re good to go?” Brian asked as soon as I closed the door behind myself. As to answer the question, Matt stepped on the gas, practically flying us back home, his hand resting on my thigh at all times except when he needed to change gears.

I was hardly keeping my eyes open, most of the times looking over my lap, seeing his hand sliding higher and higher until I think I fell asleep and the next thing I know I’m being carried up the stairs. He laid me down on the bed... What’s this? This isn’t my fucking bed... I wan’t my bed, like... now!

I rubbed my face, not caring if I’ll ruin the make up or not. It was dark, who’d see me, right? That was until he switched on the lamp on the nightstand, blinding me completely. I let out a growl and felt him sliding the sleeves of the dress down my arms. When I regained my vision, I saw him kneeling before me, with almost a too serious face as he took my hands and pulled me up just to get me out of the dress.

„You’re not wearing any underwear...” he said surprised, once the dress fell to the ground.

I smirked, „Look at that... you noticed...”

„What happened to the set I bought today?” He puckered his eyebrows. I shrugged, falling back on the bed and letting out a giggle. See, I wasn’t the person to giggle and that’s the exact fucking reason why I’m never mixing whiskey with beer ever again. Makes me look like a stupid sorority chick.

I heard him inhale deeply, „Don’t tell me you gave the expensive ass lingerie to some cheep stripper.”

I giggled again, „No...” I boosted myself on elbows to see him unbuckling his belt as his eyes roamed my body, „I never put it on.”

„And I get to know about this only now, because?” He cocked his eyebrow. When did he get shirtless?

„Hey, I offered you to fuck me on the hood of your car, not my fault,” I dropped back to the bed, since it got very difficult to at least try and sit upright. I heard his pants hit the floor along with his belt and in just a second he was hovering over me.

„I don’t own a Mustang, so that’s not the same,” He smirked and I cupped his ass, digging my nails in his skin once his lips started sliding down my neck. That alone made my skin go in goosebumps and I just wanted to get him inside me as fast as it was fucking possible. But he turned out to be the tease in this situation.

„Come on...” I breathed, raising my hips towards him and I swear that dick just smirked. Slowly, almost tormentingly he started rubbing his erection against my pussy. I was about to burst in tears because of the torture, I kid you not, I was on the verge of crying of how badly my core burnt and he just kept teasing me.

„How badly you want it?” He whispered against my neck, before kissing it.

„I’m fucking crying over here,” And I really was, I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

„Now you know the torture you put me through daily,” He smirked, before sucking on the skin of my neck.

„Then why the hell are you holding back now?!” And I could hear him panting. He wanted it as much as I did.

„To teach you a lesson,” He said simply and as I was about to put some effort in the whole damn situation and start moving my hips up and down, he got off me.

„What the actual fuck are you doing?!” I screamed in contempt.

„Lay still,” He said quietly and before I knew it, he held both of my hands above my head and tied them up with his belt.

„What are you a boy scout now?” I tilted my head back only to see him attaching the belt to the head post. How dare he smirk? He was tying me up to the goddamned bed, what the hell was going on in his head? Not that it wasn’t sexy as hell. He spread my legs open, rubbing over my core with his fingers. Slowly building up the tempo and as soon as I was about to have an orgasm – he stopped. That was the exact same moment when I realized how he’s gonna play this game, ‘cause he did it another couple of times. Making me really want to kick him.

The belt was loose enough to let him throw me around and bury my face in the pillows as he raised my hips up. The leather was uncomfortably grazing at my wrists, but that one deep thrust made up for whatever unpleasant experience I was going through.

„You like that? You like my fucking cock in your pussy, huh?”

I could only nod, brushing my face against the pillow as I bit on my lower lip, strongly believing it was going to start bleeding.

„Answer me,” He roared, sliding out and slamming in me yet again.

„Y-yes...” I quivered, replying in a shaky breath once he thrust in me again.

„Louder!” He slapped my ass, getting a cry out of me. It felt like I was holding on dear life once he slammed in me five times in a row, and I was in fact holding on to something... On that leather belt, since he fucked me with such force I thought if I wasn’t gonna hold on to something, I’ll just cease to exist. „Dice!”

„I-I fucking love your cock in me...” I panted, his fingers digging deep in the skin of my hips. That’s another set of bruises.

„You love it?” Was he taunting me? „What else do you love?”

He slammed in me so hard that I believed I blacked out for a couple of seconds. Why was he asking me these questions? I couldn’t even moan, I couldn’t groan, hell it was hard to breathe even... How did he think I could reply if he was driving me over the edge, over and over again?

„I... lo-love ... you...” I moaned, catching the pillow case with my teeth, wishing just to rip something apart, feeling my walls clamp around his dick. Suddenly he pulled out and threw me on my back. I stared at him, confused, my heart racing in my chest.

„Say that again...” He was panting and extremely close to my face and just then I realized he hadn’t kissed me, not once tonight and I really long for his lips on mine.

„I love you,” I whispered and finally felt his lips on mine, devouring me in a hungry kiss as he slid back in me. A couple deep thrusts and I moaned against his mouth as he bit down on my lower lip. As I was fighting with the body ripping orgasm, his thrusts became faster and faster, guiding him towards his orgasm, before he crashed over me, completely drained and covered in sweat. Yet, he didn’t pull out of me, he just laid there, on top of me, sliding his arms under my back and pulling me close to him. I just wanted to put my arms around him, to touch him, but I couldn’t. As if heard my soundless begging, he raised his hand and with one swift movement, my hands were free and around his neck. Something told me he was ready for round number two. Something very hard, still hiding deep inside me. I smirked, pecking his temple, hearing the heavy panting.

„It’s hard to please you, Sanders,” I smirked, feeling his stubble against my shoulder.

With a groan he pushed himself up, „Believe it or not, this is it’s normal state,” he rolled his eyes.

„You mean a fucking boner is what you have normally?” I cocked my eyebrow.

„Around you?” He snorted, „There’s no other way.”

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