Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Two

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

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Vivian, happy birthday to you!" Nikki, Robbin, and Tommy, all sing after Tommy pulls his cigarette lighter out of his pocket and lights the candles on my birthday cake that reads, "Happy Fucking Birthday, Saint Sixx."

We're all sitting in mine and Nikki's living room, just having pizza, and now cake that's presented on the coffee table as we all sit around it.

I make my wish, but just before I can blow my candles out, Nikki's doing it for me.

I give him an amused look, dipping my fingers through a glob of icing creating a little green flower on the side of the cake, and wipe it across his face.

It backfires, because he pulls me to him and rubs his icing covered cheek against mine, getting it on me as well, causing me to squeal.

"Nikki!" I complain, grabbing a napkin to wipe my face off and he does the same, laughing. "Can you go get us some forks?" I ask him.

"Yeah, if you come with me." He replies and I furrow my brows a little.

He just smirks, giving me the look, and nods his head a little towards the kitchen, Robbin and Tommy oblivious due to being lost in their own conversation.

Me and Nikki make a run for it, simultaneously saying, "be right back."
The second we get in the kitchen, my back is pulled against his chest, his hands are pushing my dress up my hips, and pulling the top of it down, pinning me against the kitchen counter.
His tongue slides up my neck, his hand fumbling to pull my panties to the side as my fingers blindly reach behind me to yank on the laces of his pants to get them untied as we hurriedly fumble for a quickie.

He's covering my mouth with his hand the second he pushes himself inside of me, to keep my moans and whimpers at bay, not giving me a second to adjust to him.

I'm moving in rhythm with his hard, fast, and rough pace, a sheen of sweat easily covering over the both of us after a minute as his free hand kneads at the flesh of my hips before palming my breast.

I squeeze my eyes closed, electricity capturing every nerve in my body with each thrust he makes into me.
Sticky liquid pools from me, making his push and pull easier, and he lets out a breath, chuckling to himself.

"So fuckin' wet." He says in my ear, fingers moving from my nipple to my clit, teasingly, his teeth nipping skin on my shoulder and I moan the best I can, quietly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

My hand goes over his that's covering my mouth, and I pull his hand away and move it to my throat, my fingers encouraging his to wrap around it.
He catches my hint, letting out an amused little groan, and squeezes my throat just enough to send a shiver running up my arched spine, never once letting up the steady movements of his fingers playing between my legs like he plays a song at a show.

Just as I start giving signs I'm about hit my end, he slows down his thrusts and fingers, causing me to gasp out in frustration.

"Nikki, please." I cry, my nails biting into his tan arm that's wrapped around me, to allow his fingers to reach between my legs, and he snickers in my ear.

"Oh, I'm sorry did you wanna come, baby?" He asks me, his whispering in my ear only adding to my excitement and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, his hand still grasping my throat, the tenderness of his thumb rubbing gentle circles against my pulse is a sharp contrast to him taunting me.