Losers: Part I

The last time I’d seen Jessica, she’d been on her knees begging to suck my cock. It was a particularly heady memory, the kind of thing I recalled far too often as my go-to wank material.

That Halloween party was almost three years ago. The universe would give and take as it pleased, so when Jess ghosted after that night, I took it as a sign. It simply wasn’t meant to be. Regardless of history, longing, or whatever the hell else existed between me, my friends, and her, fate worked its mysterious ways and drew us in opposite directions.

I could usually accept that. When the universe flows, flow with it. Let fate take its path.

But damn, sometimes the universe surprised me. Sometimes its signs were subtle, and sometimes they were massive, flashing, and undeniable.

Today was one of those undeniable signs; I could feel it.

Jess had always been poised, dripping with confidence. The type of woman who could intimidate you with a glance. But today, she’d been flustered, uncertain, distracted.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she thought about that night like we did? Did it haunt her, lurking in the corridors of her mind? Did it come out in the dark? Did she touch herself to the memories?

We did. We all did. Jason would scoff at the idea, Lucas would vehemently deny it, and Manson would claim she never even crossed his mind. But they were all liars. Manson still had her thong, although he thought he was sneaky about it. I’d caught Lucas stalking her social media several times.

The deep scowl on Jason’s face for the rest of the day proved he couldn’t get her out of his head. He got all sulky and broody when he was faced with a problem he couldn’t fix, and Jess was exactly that.

A damn problem that none of us could figure out.

“I doubt she’ll be sticking around long,” Manson said. When I mentioned we’d seen her, he looked like I’d slapped him before he quickly buried the expression. “She’ll be gone again before summer is over.”

Lucas looked pissed off, as usual. “Good riddance to her. This damn town doesn’t need any more issues.”

As if he was one to talk. Lucas had more issues than Playboy magazine.

I was sure they were wrong. Shit like this didn’t just happen — it was a sign. There was a change in the air, a little more heat in the thick summer breeze. The Fates were weaving a new pattern into our lives, every thread tangling us a little closer to inevitable destiny.

Or maybe I was overthinking and waxing poetic. I was just pleased to be getting a little excitement in the midst of the summer doldrums. Watching Jess lean all over my car in those sexy little shorts and barely there bikini top had gotten my brain churning.

Whether or not Jess was here to stay, I needed to work out a little frustration.

I caught Jason when he was coming out of the shower, pinning him against the wall in the hallway with a towel around his waist and his hair still dripping.

“Oh, fuck.” His breath hitched as I gripped him through the towel, teeth grazing over his neck. I caught his ear in my teeth, biting softly at first, but then harder as I moved my mouth down his throat. His arms twined around my neck and tangled into my hair, pulling it when I bit down hard on his shoulder.

“I need you upstairs,” I said.

“One second, I’ll —”

My arm snapped up, gripping his throat. I pressed my forehead to his so he couldn’t avoid my gaze and snarled, “No, now.”

That got a grin out of him.

I shoved him on the bed the moment I got him into the attic. I climbed on top of him, and he shoved his hands against my chest, trying to wrestle his way on top. I was taller, but he was doubtlessly stronger than me. The time he spent at the gym had honed his muscles to perfection.

Perfection in my eyes; he’d probably protest that declaration.

But strong as he was, he let me pin him. He needed to be overcome; he craved it. Held down, used and dominated, spared the struggle of being in control.

Not unlike Jess. The two of them were more alike than he cared to admit.

“You’ve been brooding for hours,” I said, leaving the words in kisses and bites on his chest as I held his wrists pinned at his sides. He sucked in his breath sharply when I moved my mouth low on his abdomen, tracing my tongue below his navel, then biting him again. His muscles were rigid, veins swollen. When I tugged the towel away and tossed it aside, his cock was already hard. Long and veined, with a striking redness when he was erect. It made my mouth water for a taste of him.

“Haven’t been brooding,” he muttered, but the words died on his tongue when I took him into my mouth.

I preferred him a little dirty, but fresh out of the shower was nice too. His hips twitched as I took him deep into my throat, savoring the struggle of consuming his entire length. I curled my tongue along his shaft, popped him from my mouth, and said, “You don’t fool me. Jess has been on your mind all day.”

He stiffened, eyes opening wide as he gave a vehement shake of his head. “No, she hasn’t. I don’t care what she…what…she…fuck…”

I rose up, hunching over him as I wrapped my fingers tightly around his throat, and he gripped my arm. The black paint on his thumbnail was chipped from how much he’d been obsessively chewing. I pressed myself between his legs, forcing them apart, watching the storm rage in those blue eyes.

“You don’t need to hide it from me,” I said as his throat bobbed with a gulp and his heart hammered against my palm. I’d told him that so many times, and doubtlessly, I’d tell him many more. “You’ve been having dirty, sinful, perverted thoughts about her, haven’t you? Tell me.”

He gave a jerky nod, and I squeezed the sides of his throat, growling out a warning, “Don’t move until I tell you.”

I retrieved a coil of rope from one of my hooks on the wall. The attic was both my bedroom and my studio. Whether I was making art with paints and canvas or flesh and blood, I had plenty of space to work. I grabbed a blindfold too, a red bandana that I tied over Jason’s eyes before I took my time tying him.

He relaxed as I moved him, binding the ropes around his arms and chest to secure his wrists behind his back. It was an intricate tie, but I wasn’t in a rush. With every knot, my fantasies delved a little deeper.

What I wouldn’t give to tie Jason and Jess at the same time, binding them until they could do nothing more than wiggle, then suspending them from the rafters to suffer for me.

“You’ve been thinking about her too.” Jason’s voice was muffled against the blankets, face down as I tightened a final knot. He tested the restraint, muscles tightening, grunting slightly when he strained against the rope.

“You’re right.” I squeezed his ass before I gave him a smack, smiling as the redness blossomed on his pale skin. “Want to hear what I’ve been thinking about?” He gave another nod, and I gripped his hair, pulling his head up from the bed. “Words, boy, use your words. Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, I want to hear what you’ve been thinking about.”

He sounded a little too snappy for my taste. I grabbed one of the pillows and placed it beneath his hips. He began to struggle again, but another smack stilled him before I gripped his ass and spread him. He gasped sharply when I buried my face between his cheeks. I stroked my tongue over his hole, rimming him until his thighs clenched and he was thrusting mindlessly into the pillow beneath him.

“Feeling a little more compliant?” I said.

“Yes, sir.” His fingers were curling and flexing with restless energy. “I want to hear what you’ve been thinking. Please.”

I loved hearing that desperation in his voice. I reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, coating my finger and then spreading a generous amount on him.

“I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be to have you and Jess tied up side by side,” I said, swirling my finger over his anus before I pressed inside. He groaned, muffling his mouth against the blanket again. “I could finger you both at the same time, see which one of you starts shaking first.” He was already shaking and stiffened for a moment as he tried to stop himself. “Stretch you both until I can fist you. I’d love to have a brat impaled on both hands.”

“It won’t happen,” he said, the words quivering. “You know it won’t ever fucking happen.”

“That’s what you told yourself about me too, wasn’t it?” I loved forcing him to keep talking when he could barely get out two sentences. I probed him, pumping my finger in and out as I added a little more lube. “And see how that turned out.”

“She ghosted,” he huffed, dissolving into a moan as I slowly added a second finger. “She doesn’t…fuck…she doesn’t want us…”

“Yes, she does.” The way his ass squeezed around my fingers drove me wild. I wanted to bury myself inside him, hear him cry my name as I bottomed out. “She wants it, Jason. She wants you. Wants us. You really think that girl hasn’t been obsessing over that night ever since it happened? After the way she acted today?” I curled my fingers inside him, pressing down against the small, firm bump of his prostate. “Do you remember how sexy she looked on her knees for us? How good her mouth felt around your cock?”

His fingers clenched into fists, desperate sounds punctuating his gasping breaths. He thrust against the pillow again, unable to stroke himself with his hands tied. I kept fingering him, massaging over that walnut-sized bump.

“I’d tie you both up,” I said, my voice growing rough the more worked up I became. “Bend you over side by side, make you watch each other’s faces while I edge you.” I smacked his ass again, chuckling at his struggling. “Stop wiggling so much. You’re not going anywhere.”

I added more lube and a third finger. He pressed his mouth against the blankets and yelled, the sound sending a pleasurable shudder over my entire body. I leaned over his back, my fingers thrusting into him as I gripped his hair with my other hand.

“Tell me what you were thinking about all day,” I said, my voice tight. It was getting harder to wait. My cock was straining against my jeans. “Tell me, no matter how embarrassing it is, no matter how much it makes you squirm. You’re not getting up until you do.”

“Goddamn it, please…” He arched back, pressing against my fingers. He never used to be very vocal in the bedroom, cringing in humiliation every time I made him talk about what was in his head. “She was fucking teasing us at the car wash, sir. I wanted…”

“Keep going,” I whispered. “What did you want?”

“God, I wanted to pull down those tight little shorts and fuck her right there over the hood. Have the whole damn church watch us.”

There it was. That’s what I wanted to hear. I stretched my fingers inside him until he whimpered, demanding, “Mm, that’s right. Fuck that pretty little cunt until she squirts all over your cock.”

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped. “I’d bend her over and make her suck you off while I fuck her. Pound her until her legs shake —”

He cut off with a cry as I pulled my fingers out of him. I couldn’t wait anymore. I spread the lube onto my cock before I pressed against his entrance, the puckered hole still resisting. I went slow as I eased the first couple inches inside him.

“Make it hurt,” he said, his voice vicious with need as he arched his back. I was happy to oblige.

I pressed fully inside, and he cried out again, his toes curling, struggling against the ropes that kept him helplessly restrained.

“Yeah? You’d fuck her until her legs shake?” I tugged his hair, gripping it hard as he squeezed around me. “You know she likes it rough.”

“She was so fucking wet when she was on her knees for us,” he said, his words bringing the memories back with stark clarity. I released Jason’s hair, gripping his hips and pulling them up so I had a better angle. I reached around and stroked him, fucking him in unison with my hand. I was too worked up. I wasn’t going to last long when he felt so good.

“I want to fuck her while you fuck me,” he said, the words ragged, his thighs clenching. Every stroke of my hand made him shudder. “God, I want to feel her come on my cock. I want to see her smile like she did after she sucked her own juices off your fingers, sir.” He drew in his breath sharply. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

The image of Jess sucking my finger into her mouth pushed me to the point of no return. My pace increased and Jason brokenly cried my name, his cock pulsing in my hand as spurts of cum ribboned across the blankets beneath him. The ecstasy that overtook me was like a blackout. Nothing remained but our bodies throbbing in unison until I was spent, collapsing beside him with my cock still inside.

I pulled the blindfold off him, nuzzling my face against his neck. Maybe he was right. Maybe Jessica wasn’t meant for us, and this lust — this longing — meant absolutely nothing. But I couldn’t let it go. I hated the thought that I could feel so much, that I could be so ridiculously desperate to have her, and yet it would lead to nothing.

“I love you.” His voice was rough with exhaustion, a drunken smile on his face as he floated through the afterglow.

“I love you, too.” I gathered him closer, holding him tight against my chest for a few moments to catch our breath before I began the work of untying him.

I didn’t like being told something was impossible. Nothing was impossible.

Our entire universe was barely organized chaos, the eternally echoing aftermath of an explosion at the beginning of time. Yet Jessica kept being brought back into our lives. Somehow, out of all the paths of destiny she could be drawn toward, this was where she ended up yet again. She’d pushed away but been pulled back.

So maybe Jason was right. Maybe seeing Jess today meant nothing at all. Or perhaps it meant that the Fates hadn’t finished playing their messy little games.

It wouldn’t be the last time we saw her. That much I knew with certainty.