The house is dark as I pull into the drive. That was unusual and it put me a little on edge right away. I can see Cole's truck in the garage though, so I knew he was home. His roommate, Jake, was apparently also home, his old beater parked off to the side. I had really been hoping that wouldn't be the case, wanting to let loose for a night and not have to worry about being quiet. This was an impromptu trip, finding a little time to sneak away from my vanilla boyfriend. Things had been going south between us and I knew he'd been seeing another girl on the side, so the guilt of doing this was only slightly eating away at me.
I park and grab my bag, which I'd packed with the essentials for a good night. I'm sure the boys are just hanging out in the living room playing video games, so I don't bother knocking as I slip in the front door. I listen closely as I kick my shoes off and hang up my coat, but oddly enough I can't hear the sound of gunfire on the T.V. I let my hand feel up the wall around the door, trying to find the light switch and wracking my brain to remember where I saw it last time I was here. It'd been a while, as this wasn't a common thing. It only happened when we both needed the stress release so badly that we couldn't stand it.
My hand finally makes contact with a switch and I flip it. The outside porch light flickers on behind me and I gasp, feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Cole?"
No answer.
I'm torn between being scared out of my damn mind or really pissed, thinking these two were fucking with me on purpose. I start rummaging through my bag to find my phone and call him, when I hear something move. I freeze, my ears and eyes straining. I hear a snicker down the hall, followed by someone hushing it. Anger pricks at my back, as if I wasn't already in a bad mood tonight, all I need is two idiots trying to scare me.
"Fine, guess I'll just go home then..."
I turn around, reaching for my shoes when suddenly I hear the sound of boots coming down the hall. I smirk slightly, thinking I finally got them to stop playing this stupid little game. Strong fingers wrap around my arm above my elbow, jerking me back into a solid chest. I gasp from the force of it, dropping my shoes, as another hand comes up and wraps around my throat, squeezing slightly.
Both of my hands come up to the one around my neck, trying to keep him from squeezing any harder. He nuzzles his scruffy chin against my ear, breathing heavily against my struggling.
"Hey, baby." Cole's deep voice sends shivers down my back, I relax slightly knowing that it's him and not some serial killer intruder.
"Cole, what the fuck? You scared the hell out of me." He hasn't loosened his grip on my arms or my neck yet, spinning me away from the door and towards the hallway.
"Good. We have a fun little game to play tonight." He's walking me down the hallway, turning on the light as he goes. The dim bulb shows me that nothing has changed since I was here last. His bedroom is all the way down on the right, just after a large bathroom. Across the hall from his room is Jake's closed door, the light from the T.V. shining underneath it.
His words make me bristle a little, the playfulness in his tone has a cold edge to it. He releases my throat, his hand sliding up to cup my chin and turn my head towards him, lips finding mine. I melt into him immediately, momentarily forgetting about this "game" he has planned. He pins me up against the wall, one of his long legs between both of mine and the hand that isn't holding my cheeks plants itself on the wall next to my head.
My breathing grows more rapid and his lips ravish mine, tongue swirling around my own. I can feel his slight grin, knowing he enjoys the fact that I'm so hung up on him, and that he has control over me this easily. He pulls away, eyes growing dark with lust, lips still slightly parted and wet. His hand moves from my cheeks, sliding down my body, over the curve of my breasts and hips and then along my waistband. I had plain black leggings on and a simple white tank top, showing a hint of my lacy red bra underneath. It wasn't padded at all, my hardened nipples straining against the fabric, very visible under the white tank. A few years back, I'd gone on a hiatus and pierced them, so they stood out even more under thin clothing.
His fingers slip under the band of the leggings, the feeling of the lace panties underneath broadening his smile. His hand slides lower, cupping my mound, fingers digging into my slit. I know it's soaked already and I flush red, embarrassed at how needy he makes me. His gaze travels up my body until it reaches my own, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He pulls his hands away and walks into his room, not waiting for me. I take a moment to catch my breath before I quickly follow him, already feeling empty without his hands on my body.
I freeze when I walk into the room. Cole is sitting on the bed, lounging back on his elbows. I barely take notice of the bulge at the front of his jeans or the smirk on his face, because someone else is in the room with us. Jake is standing just inside the door, his grin matching Cole's. My mind isn't catching on at all and I'm sure I look like a fish out of water just standing here gaping. Jake moves towards me, closing the door and bathing the entire room in darkness.
Out of instinct, I move in the general direction of Cole's bed, hands reaching out to touch him. "What the hell is going on?"
I feel skin and grab lightly, pulling the rest of my body towards him. He reaches up and clasps both of my arms right above my wrists, using my momentum to turn me and pull me down on his lap. I can feel that he's still hard, his thick cock resting between my ass cheeks. He brings my arms behind my back, holding both of my wrists in one hand now as the other reaches for something next to us.
My eyes are straining in the dark to see where Jake went, when suddenly the T.V. clicks on, shedding a soft glow throughout the room. Jake's propped on the edge of the desk, remote in his hand and the same grin still on his face. I'm so focused on him that I don't notice Cole slipping a zip tie around my wrists until it's too late. He chuckles when I tense, "I told you we had a little game to play. Care to explain, Jake?"
I go to protest but a sharp slap against my thigh stops me. Jake tilts his head up, thinking his words over. "Well ya see Cass, I know that you're in a relationship. You know that I know that. I've been quiet about this for a year now, maybe even longer. But you see, I'm tired of listening to you and Cole go at it, and I'm tired of hearing how amazing it was after you leave."
He pauses, raising his eyebrows at me and daring me to speak. Finally, he clears his throat, "You see, after I did a little deep thinking, I've decided that you owe me. For keeping quiet about this and not ruining your 'perfect' little home life. I confided in my good buddy Cole here, and he agrees with me."
My body stiffens and I try to turn and look at Cole, begging him to tell me this isn't true. He stays quiet, hands gripping my waist as my arms are tied behind me. This fucker did not just set me up for a threesome.
Jake isn't unattractive per say, just not my kind of guy. Upwards of 6'2, Cole is built like a brick shithouse and has rugged good looks, blonde curly hair and a beard. Jake on the other hand, while matching Coles height, is lanky and looks like he's always moments away from trying to sell me a used car. Dark hair that was usually kept longer and slicked back matched dark eyes that were always hard to read. He was well kept, but not at all my type.
