"Dean?" I placed my phone against my ear and pushed my seat back.

"I have a surprise for you..." He sang the words like a children's rhyme and I could not resist laughing.

Dean was so sweet I knew he would be my biggest weakness when my plans went live.

"Tell me." I was smiling from ear to ear as I picked up my bags and walked out of my office.

"That's not how surprises work, pretty lady," he said, making me blush. "Are you free tonight?"

"Sure, leaving the office now." I responded, waving at Emma as I walked past her desk. She smiled at me, and nodded.

"Good. I'll pick you at 8?"

"Perfect. What should I wear?"

"Nothing," he said. I gasped on air, giggling, "But something slutty works too."

"Dean!"

"Yes, sexy." He responded, and I shook my head, laughing as the elevator doors closed. 

"See you soon," I said. 

He blew a kiss and hung up. 

I sighed, closed my eyes and leaned my back against a wall in the elevator as it shot down.

Every day since the past one last month, I have been grateful I did not freak out that night and change my mind.

Dean was actually the best of both brothers. Responsible, yet fun. And good lord, was he a gentleman.

The elevator chimed, and I walked out into the garage, trying not to even think of Colt. I had not seen him since that day, but he was always with me. He was in my head.

Dean arrived ten minutes early, and waited for me in his corvette.

"A woman who is punctual? I am a lucky man." He kissed my hand, and opened the passenger door as my aunt watched us from the balcony.

"How can you steal the moon's spotlight, Mrs Auclair," he shouted up at her and blew a kiss.

My aunt's laugh rang into the night smooth as a carol while we drove off. I glanced at Dean and turned my head to the window to hide my smile.

"You can say it."

"What?" I was resisting laughter now.

"Your aunt is tempted to be the bride now."

"Aren't you a vulgar man, Mr Fletcher?" I said, turning to him. And he laughed in his rich baritone. 

The house we stopped at looked quiet on the outside, but inside, it was a full-blown club.

"Congratulations." A confetti popped in our faces, startling a scream out of me as the guests cheered.

Dean pulled me in and kissed me soundly. 

When he pulled back, he was smiling, "I thought we deserved a small party before the engagement party this weekend?"

"Yes." I smiled at him,

He led me down the aisle our guests had made to the center of the stage to dance. 

"I'll make you moan tonight," he whispered in my ears as he rocked my body on the dance floor.

I turned to him in surprise. He nodded, smiling excitedly. "That is the surprise."

I had no idea what toys or quick fixes he found, but his excitement was infectious. I smiled at him, happy for the first time in a long time.

Until I saw Colt. He was staring at us, leaning against the banisters on the floor above, smoking, his gold rings twinkling in the near darkness.

His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze intense as he created smoke rings in the air from his cigar puffs.

"Olivia."

I jumped, turning to Dean, who had disengaged from me, terrified he had seen us. But his eyes looked distracted.

"I have an international call. It might take some time, but I will be back."

Before I could utter a word of protest, he kissed me and was gone.

Bloody hell. This was the worst kind of place he could leave me exposed to his brother.

I glanced up, but Colt was gone. I sighed in relief till I saw him on the ground floor, walking up to me.

I turned, hurrying away, past two men sucking on a stripper's boobs, past the snooker table where two men kissed passionately.

There was no place to hide away from Colt. I glanced back, and he was hot on my heels, smiling, enjoying my fear.

I finally stopped before the beverage dispenser, and in a second Colt was breathing in my ear.

"You should not marry Dean." 

"I don't want to talk to you." My voice came out trembling, and Colt laughed. 

I grabbed one of the red cups and filled it with cocktail from one of the many dispensers.

"You should..."

I drank the cool liquid in large gulps.

 "...not drink that." Colt finished weakly.

"You cannot control me. Stop trying." I lashed out at him, my heart racing.

"Do you know what you just drank, Sonsy?"

My eyes widened, and Colt moved closer. 

"Yea. I was stupid to not have recognized you sooner." He drew closer. "The only woman who can get a reaction out of me." His tongue flicked my ear.

I jumped back and slapped him. "The SICK DOUGH you mean?"

His eyes darkened. "I was a child." 

"Oh, fuck you." I spat and began to walk away. But he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I will scratch your eyes out if you do not get your hand off me this minute." I panted, worried at the sudden heat I was feeling.

"I cannot let you go anywhere in this state, Olivia."

"What state? Who do you think you are? You are nothing to me." I yelled in his face, struggling to get my arm out of his hand.

But the man was strong, his grip like vice.

"Do you know what you just drank? Look around you." He yelled back.

I blinked, turning around, and realized people were coupling more indiscriminately. I could not hear their moans over the loud music, but their lips were slack.

My eyes widened. What the hell was this place?

"This is a sex party," Colt said, reading my thoughts. "And no one drank even half a cup from that dispenser."

I turned to him in horror. What had I done? I was already hypersexual as it was, with a fiancé who could not get it up.

The look in Colt's eyes showed he knew the predicament I was in.

All my classmates knew my condition, thanks to Samantha, who stole my diary and read it out to the class.

"This is all your fault," I said, and began to beat Colt's chest. 

"Stop it. We have to leave here now. You'll soon lose control."

"I need Dean. Where is Dean?" I began to turn away, but immediately felt myself hurled off the floor. 

Colt slung me over his shoulder and hurried out of the party.

I wanted to struggle, but I was having a fucking orgasm from my sequin dress brushing over my clit because of Colt's jerky movement as he hurried away.

I was a mess by the time we arrived at the hotel. I could not breathe or see clearly. 

I wanted anything to fit in all my holes. Anything at all, as long as it was clean.

My body was a breathing lava and Colt looked like he was in pain, watching me in torment.

I did not want to fuck my brother-in-law. The thought was disgusting. But he was my biggest crush, and I was a nymphomaniac who had just drunk a whole cup of whatever.

It was a lethal combination.

"Let's try the shower. Come," Colt said, lifting me off the floor, and hurrying to the bathroom,

It took every last thread of morality in me not to kiss him and hold him. 

He would not resist. He wanted me, badly.

He dropped me gently and turned on all the showers.  

I tore my dress and underwear off as the shower hit me from all angles, desperate for the coolness that was spreading all over my body. Colt hurriedly turned his back to me.

But the relief was temporary.

"Colt!" I cried out, sinking to the floor in defeat. "It's not working."

I watched Colt through the stream of water, wondering what he would do. Desperately hoping he had more discipline than me to walk out of this place.

I did not want to cheat on Dean even though I had no idea how I would survive the night.

I closed my eyes and dug my fingers as deep as they could go in my pussy, rocking fast, and crying at the futility. Nothing was working. 

I needed a man to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me, again and again.

I felt his arms around me at that moment. His chest, warm against my breast.

My heart began to beat fast, but there was no going back now. There was nothing else to do.

Maybe I could convince my aunt to spare me if I married Colt. As long as I was marrying a Fletcher, there should be no issue.

I began to sob, and Colt held me tighter, kissing the top of my head.

My lips found his, and as his lips seized mine fiercely, I cursed my stupid drunkard father. This could have been my reality, but he just had to go ruin my life with his foolishness.

Colt's hand squeezed my breast, stopping my thoughts. I wove my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up to sit astride me.

But he pulled back and shook his head.

"What?" I gasped, only I had misinterpreted him.

Because he grabbed my legs and pulled me down till my back was flat against the floor, the shower beating down on my face and whole body.

And his tongue found my clit.

"Colt!" His name ripped out of my throat, but the water muffled most of it. 

He did not stop, he lapped, flicked, sucked, teased.

And every time I moved my hips away from him as a new wave of orgasm washed over me, he pulled me back against his face.

I moaned and screamed till my throat was dry, and the air scratched the flesh of throat harshly every time I opened my mouth.

My hands found my nipples as I began to ride his face, still on my back. But he reached up and slapped my hand away.

His fingers spread out, palmed my breasts fully and squeezed.

"Fuck!" I gasped, arching my back. This somehow encouraged him to stick his tongue deep inside my pussy.

My legs began to tremble, and when his teeth lightly grazed my clit once, I buckled and squirted all over his face.

But Colt did not let go. He simply flipped me over like an omelet with my butt arched to the ceiling, and his tongue found my bootyhole.

"Oh god," my face sank into the wet floor, and this merciless man read that as an invitation to intensify things. 

His fingers slid deep inside my pussy and began to thrust.

"Good?" he asked from beneath me.

"So fucking good," I moaned, and he added an extra finger. I screamed at the feeling of stretching so much. "I said it was good, Colt."

"I make the rules, baby." he spanked my bum hard, bringing tears to my eyes. 

But before I could get any words out, his tongue was back in my bum.

I began to unravel as his fingers moved,

Faster.

And faster.

His tongue flicking and licking as his fingers massaged my g-spot. I felt like I was being split into two, but my greedy little pussy wanted more.

And Colt gave more, without breathing space.

I feared my soul would leave my body at the next orgasm. I lost count of how many I had already.

"Yes baby." Colt groaned in that deep voice as my walls began to contract around his fingers.

"Colt."

"No, no," he spanked me hard. "Don't resist it. Give it to me."

And my body began to jerk. 

I was so weak and exhausted my legs lay useless like jelly, my muscles hurt, as I climaxed again.

"Olivia..." Colt's voice was passionate as he pulled me into his lap and kissed me. 

My body collapsed against him as our tongues danced, and his fingers sunk into my hair, gently massaging my scalp.

It felt so bloody good. He sucked my bottom lip hard and gently pushed me off him.

"Don't move." He turned an extra shower head to me and left. 

I closed my eyes, panting, exhausted but far from satiated. I heard the door creak, and opened my eyes to Colt with a tray. He handed me a cup of white liquid.

"Drink." 

I looked at him skeptically. 

"I did not give you that last one."

I gave him a dirty look and took the cup. I tasted milk, honey and two other things my taste bud couldn't identify.

He refilled the cup from a pitcher as soon as I was done and handed it to me again, while cutting a big piece of steak into smaller bits.

He looked breathtaking sitting there, all his attention on the task before him. 

This picture of him pulled at my heartstrings. The muscly man, hard chest, with tattoos and piercings all over, gently holding the knife and fork, and cutting with care.

He looked up and caught me watching me. 

"Are you burning up again?" His eyes colored with concern, misinterpreting why I had been staring at him.

I shook my head silently.

"Eat as quickly as you can." He forked a piece of steak and gently pushed it against my lips. 

I bit the meat off the fork and licked the prongs while holding his gaze.

"Olivia," he groaned. "It's taking all my self-restraint not to fuck you."

"You should eat," I said calmly.

"You are no longer shy." He squinted at me, and I froze up as my mind traveled back to that dressing room eleven years ago.

"No.." He stopped. "I didn't mean.." He stopped again, but I kept my eyes away from him.

We finished the steak quietly and at the first sight of my body fidgeting in distress, he pulled me close and took my nipple in his mouth.

My back arched, and my fingers found his hair.

When his tongue began to progress down my torso, I pushed him off and down to the floor.

"What are you doing?" His eyes were wild.

I made no response as I sat anticlockwise over his face. Colt wasted no time. His tongue reached out and flicked me.

"Ugghn". My head bent sideways, but my fingers hurried with his belt. I was already losing my mind.

And as he swallowed my clit between his lips, I released his cock from his shorts.

I gasped, but leaned down and buried it in my mouth. It was just like I had imagined. Colt had a pierced cock.