Page 32 of Calavera Society
I’m going to die, I think to myself, I’m going to die right here with a goddamn boner.
Val flipped the script on me, and I’m now a victim in this twisted game I started. I should have fucking known, no one fucks with Valeria Calavera and gets away with it.
“Oh, Noah.” She says softly, her eyes rolling back, “Oh fuck, yes!” She shouts louder. Like I’m pounding that golden cunt of hers. Her hips roll against the air, and I fight to keep my face neutral. I bring the bottle to my lips, watching her as she tosses her head back, her hands landing on the seat behind her as she lifts her hips from the cushion.
She begins moaning faster, louder, more erotic and fuck me, it sounds like the real deal. I just about explode in my jeans until she reaches a believable crescendo and drops her ass back down onto the cushion. Her face completely clear of the pleasure she so perfectly displayed.
“Tell me again a woman can’t fake a moan.”
I stare at her, my mouth open and my cock painfully throbbing against the zipper of my jeans…he’s probably trying to end his life after that amazing fucking tease, and I don’t blame him one damn bit.
“You’re an asshole.” I tell her before standing from my seat, adjusting myself when she rolls her eyes and flips me the bird.
“You started it, so don’t be so dramatic.”
I tune her out and slide into the restroom just beside the closed door where Rey entered with the stewardess. I can hear his voice speaking in low tunes, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I drop my forehead against the wall and breathe deeply.
I really need a fucking distraction.
-VAL-
I have no clue what just got into me, all I know is that the combination of Rey fucking that bitch and Noah being an asshole, my nerves got the best of me. Fucking guys. They act so fucking superior sometimes and I can’t help but want to give them a little taste of humility.
As Noah walks away, I snatch my glass of champagne from the table, the liquid sloshing around with my angry movement and spilling onto my hand. I hear a door click closed, probably him going into a restroom to get away from the awkwardness I just caused.
I sigh and look for a napkin to clean my hand but I don’t see anything nearby so I opt for licking the line of liquid that would no doubt become sticky if not cleaned off.
Just as I push my fingers into my mouth,Joyceand Rey come out of the room, the former fixing her skirt and wiping under her eyes where her mascara has run down her cheeks. Her lips are swollen, and her eyes are slightly puffy, the rough rubbing she’s giving her under eyes isn’t doing shit to help her. Doesn’t she know, if you’re going to gobble on the cock, you need waterproof ‘scara.
I’m just about to tell her this when the intercom comes to life and the voice of the pilot announces that we will be moving. Joyce rushes off to do her actual job, leaving me to look back at Rey who glares at me like I just interrupted his sexy time with his latest conquest. I continue to suck on my fingers, folding all of them into my palm minus my middle finger which is still between my lips. I bite the tip and grin at his anger, not giving two fucks about his death stare.
He bends at the waist, placing one hand on the back rest of my seat, “If you ever fuck someone on my plane again, I will personally throw his or her sorry ass out the door without a parachute then I make the rest of our unfortunate time together a living hell. Do you understand me,muñeca?”
I give him a wink as I pull my finger out of my mouth with an audible pop, holding it up as I look around me like I lost something.
With a shrug I look back at him, “Sorry, Diablo, I’m all out of fucks to give.”
He tries to lean in further, but my temper is already at dangerous levels, so I stand, our foreheads bumping hard but neither of us flinching. I keep my face inches from his, feeling his harsh breaths on me as I know he feels my own.
“You seem to be under the illusion that I’m just some little pussy that was dragged along on this fucked up family vacation, but let me be very,veryclear, Rey. I may have been kept in the dark most of my life, but I’m not your littleflonké. You fuck with me and mine, and you’ll find out exactly what kind of stepsister you have, you feel me?”
We have our stare down, ignoring the beeping of the seat belt sign. His eyes are always cold, but right now, mine are burning with a fire I wish this motherfucker would touch. I’m more than a burn, more than the bubbling of skin, I’m a motherfucking inferno and I’ll reduce this cocksucker to ash before trampling him under my shoes.
Noah comes out of the restroom, stopping as his eyes take in the scene of me and Rey standing toe-to-toe, our fists balled like we’re seconds away from trading blows.
“So, who’s dick is bigger?” He asks, making my anger drop down a level, but not enough to make me break eye contact first.
Noah leans in close to us, both of his cheeks almost touching ours as he whispers, “It may be spiritual, but my money is on Val’s. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’re well-endowed mr-not-a-Calavera.”
My mouth splits into a full-on smile when Rey rolls his eyes and steps back.
“Fucking childcare.” He says as he moves toward his seat and starts up his laptop once more.
I look at Noah and we both bust into a fit of laughter before plopping down onto the seat together.
Maybe I’m being immature…no scratch that, I am one hundred percent being immature, but the fact is, Rey and this whole situation I find myself in, has lowered me to levels I’ve never been before. I’ve struggled in life, who hasn’t, but this isn’t just some phase, a simple bump in the road, this is life altering. I’ll be damned if anyone knows exactly how they’re supposed to properly act under these circumstances.
“What do you think it’ll be like there?” Noah asks after the jet is safely in the air.