Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Eight-I can worry about it in the morning.

Violet

I had managed to get through the rest of the night without doing anything stupid. Everyone was in bed, including me. Though, I couldn’t sleep. I decide to get out of bed, not wanting my tossing and turning to wake Alison. I haven’t been sleeping great recently. I hoped the alcohol would have helped, but obviously not. I am as quiet as I can, getting out of bed and exiting the bedroom. I tiptoe down the hall, not wanting to wake the guys either. I think I have had more of them than I can handle in one night. I won’t lie; there were moments when I was in bed when I wanted to go to one of them, but I talked myself out of it. Hot s*x would help me sleep, but I would end up regretting it tomorrow.

I get some water from the kitchen, grab a blanket and wrap it around my shoulders before taking a seat on the sofa. I can read on my cell or something; that way, I won’t need to put any lights on and risk waking someone up. I am sure I will eventually tire and be ready to sleep. Sooner rather than later would be preferred.

I find a book to read on my k****e, but I don’t even get a chance to read the first page before I can hear someone moving around. Hopefully, whoever it is, is heading to the bathroom. My hope isn’t met because I can hear them approach in my direction.

Please be Alison.

I lock my cell, so there is no light in the room. If it is one of the guys, maybe they won’t notice me sitting here if the room is in darkness. I stay still and the person soon comes into the living room.

“Hey, kitten, why are you up?”

It is Arlo. How did he know it was me?

“I can’t sleep. How did you know it was me?” I ask, confused.

“Because the others never get up. It could only have been you.” He chuckles and comes to sit next to me.

“Oh, sorry if I woke you.” I sigh.

“Nah, it is okay. I am a light sleeper.” He says and rests his hand on my thigh.

I shudder under his touch. Not again. I should swat his hand away, but at the same time, I like the feel of his hands on me.

“I hate when I can’t sleep.” I groan in frustration, running my fingers through my messy hair.

It is probably a good thing all lights are off because I am sure I look like s**t right now.

“I can help you with that, sweetness.” He suggests, massaging my thigh.

A loud moan escapes from deep in my throat, “And how would you do that?”

I am sure I knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure before I made an i***t of myself.

Arlo’s hand travels to the inside of my bare thigh since I am only in shorts. I swallow hard and automatically open my legs. No, I was not supposed to do that.

“I think you know how, sweetness.” He rasps, his lips dipping down and kisses over the skin of my neck.

I close my eyes, tilting my head to the side to allow him better access and whimper louder. f**k, his lips feel good on my skin. Any control I had left was vanishing with every single second.

“Mmm, no, you should tell me.” I breathe out.

He smirked against my neck and moved his lips to my ear. “How about I show you?”

He pulls his hand back, and I whine in protest.

“Answer my question, and I will get back to it?”

I nod but realise it would be useless since it is dark, “Yes.”

Arlo nips my skin with his teeth, and it sends a shiver straight between my thighs. I wait eagerly, curious about what his next move will be. He rests his hand on my stomach and slowly slides it downwards and into the waistband of my shorts. His fingers brush my sensitive skin, causing me to gasp. He dances them over my clit, which is already throbbing.

“f**k, you are already wet,” he grunts.

I have been since the second he encountered my bare skin. He teases me, but I am in no mood to be teased.

“Arlo, don’t tease, please.” I whimper, grinding up against his hand.

Arlo circles his thumb on the small bud, and I groan loudly. He runs his thumb down my slit and backs up. I close my eyes and bite on my lips as the pleasure builds.

Arlo suddenly removes his hand, “Take your shorts off and come sit on my lap.”

There is a firmness in his tone, which turns me on. I do as I am told. I take my shorts off, tossing them aside and find my way onto his lap. When I do, I feel his excitement press against me. I am not the only one aroused, it would seem.

Arlo finds my face in the dark, grabs it with his hand and crashes his lips roughly to mine. I whimper against his lips, kissing back and entangling my fingers into his hair. His hand finds its way between my thighs once more, rubbing my clit. The kiss becomes heated, our tongues soon meshing together.

I rock my hips against him, needing a little more friction. It works because I am rubbing myself right against his hard c**k. He groans into the kiss. God, I want badly to f**k him right here and now.

“Lift your hips.” He mumbles.

I do, and he quickly thrusts two fingers roughly into my wet p***y. He curls them and gently strokes the sensitive flesh. I cry out.

“Ride.” He demands.

I work my hips back and forth, riding his fingers, and he presses them deeper. His free hand glides down my back and onto my ass. I expect him to grab it. He doesn’t; instead, he spanks it. I call out. I love being spanked so damn much. It is a massive turn-on for me.

“You like that, uh?” he chuckles.

“Yes.”

It is the only word I can get out. He does it again, only harder and in return, a squeal escapes from my lips. I am going to end up waking everyone up. Arlo picks the speed of his fingers up, and my climax is already approaching. I bury my face in his neck, hoping to muffle the sounds a little.

The warmth of his breath lands on my ear, “Come for me, Violet. I can feel your p***y clenching around my fingers. Let it go.” He says low and seductive, giving my ass one last slap.

I give into his command. I bite down on his shoulder as my orgasm rips through me, shaking every inch of my body. I flood his fingers, and I swear it is never ending. Arlo rides me through my high and only pulls his fingers out when my body stills against him.

I am a hot, sweaty mess by the time I am done. I am sure I made not only a mess of his fingers but his shorts, too and possibly the couch. I haven’t had an orgasm so intense in such a long time.

I hear him suck on his fingers, “Damn, you taste good.” He groans.

I groan at his compliment and lift my head.

“I needed that more than I realised.” I share between pants.

“I know. Now, should we take this to my bedroom? Because I want badly to bury my tongue deep in your p***y and then f**k you right after.” He asks.

I don’t even take a minute to think before answering, “Yes, let's go right now.”

“Good girl.” He says, holding me tightly and getting to his feet.

He finds my lips again and carries me towards his bedroom.

What happened to me staying away from the guys?