Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-One

Warning(s):
Explicit language
Explicit sexual content
Drug abuse

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The next few days were a whirlwind.

Nikki had been panicking because Vince had a previous count of drunk driving and now could face up to seven years in jail, which would have meant no more Mötley Crüe.

The news broke globally within 24 hours of the accident, and people were labeling Vince a murderer.

Our house had turned into a safe haven for Michael and Andy to grieve the loss of their brother, and for Nikki to grieve the potential loss of his band, all of them doing so in a haze of heroin, coke, and liquor.

Tansy's mother came to L.A. and had her and Sparkie on a flight back to New York so Tansy wouldn't get pulled into the mess and caught in the crossfire of the smear campaign spreading around Vince.

While everyone else was floating around on highs, dodging reality, I stayed rooted in it but distracted myself heavily.

A high pitch moan leaves me as I arch my back and cling to Nikki's hair, my fourth orgasm nearly causing me to pass out because he doesn's stop moving his tongue between my legs.
I sit up and try to crawl backwards on my elbows.

He pulls away from me and practically tackles me in protest.

"Nikki!" I laugh out tiredly, his lips dotting kisses all over my neck, spreading across my collar bone, ghosting the tops of my breasts. "Nikki, we need to go to our room before one of them comes-" I stop speaking when his teeth tug at one of my nipples, a breathy gasp leaving me.

We're in the living room, on floor by the fireplace, in perfect view incase Mike or Andy decides to come out of the guest bedroom.

"I checked on them a few minutes ago, they're passed out." He assures me, smirking before nipping at my other nipple, making me let out a satisfied sigh.

"They can wake up." I argue, and he pouts a little, giving me a mix of puppy dog eyes, and "fuck me" eyes.

"But...it's my birthday." He points out, his finger tips trailing down my stomach to the junction of my thighs, rubbing my clit. "And I just wanna play with my favorite toy."

His wise ass smile is back, eyes full of pride, knowing I'm not going to say "no."

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, as another moan dares to spill past my lips as his fingers tease my entrance. I buck my hips, trying to get them inside of me, but he just takes his hand away altogether and chuckles at my frustration.

"You're right, maybe we shouldn't..." It's sarcastic leaving his lips and the second he gets off of me and goes to stand, I'm pouncing on him.

He laughs, gladly welcoming me, wrapping his arms around my naked body when I straddle him and our lips meet.

I pull away for a second to catch my breath, and tug Nikki's t-shirt off of him, and his face is covered by his black hair, making the both of us smooth it out of the way.

He looks up at me, his smile faltering a little, his hazel eyes doing their little tricks as a tell-tale he's got something coarsing through his system.

"What is it?" I ask him, furrowing my brows a little and he runs his thumb across my lip, his mouth tugging upward again.

"I'm appreciating you." He tells me and I raise my brows.