💫GISELLE💫

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As soon as she entered the living room, V tried to finish their conversation, but was shot down immediately. Once she saw me in my underwear, mixed with the satisfying look on my face, she went speechless, unable to finish her sentence and unable to take her eyes from me. I went straight to the kitchen to make Angel four tacos.

Walking over to the living room with a plate and two beer bottles, I placed them on his lap, kneeled down, and smiled at my handsome boy. Not lonely anymore there now, are we? I remember thinking. The way he looked at me reminded me of the exaggerated cartoons when the characters would be drooling at some hot sexy thang, stealing their attention and captivating the scene. Both, Angel and V, were looking at me that way.

"Hungry?" I asked quietly.

"For tacos or for—"

"Both." I cut him off, lowering my eyes as I traveled slowly down his body.

"Giselle." He whispered. "What the fuck?" His eyes darted over in V's direction, but I didn't care. I just watched him, being sure to hint at what was really on my mind.

"Um..." V was as speechless as him. "I'm just going to leave."

"No. stay." I jumped up quickly, but gracefully, made my way to the counter where she stood, slammed the tequila bottle down and popped it open. "Have a drink with me." I smiled.

In no time, we both sipped from our glass, talking softly amongst each other. I could tell Angel was trying to make out the conversation, but it didn't seem he was having any luck figuring out what we were discussing. Even though it was the basic girl stuff, and random things like plans for the holidays, I wanted Angel nervous. I wanted him to cluelessly lose a piece of his mind, while he speculated what I was up to.

THE NIGHT WENT ON WITH all three of us, lounging, chatting, eating, and drinking. Everything seemed just fine. Angel was no longer on edge, worried about what would happen or how things would play out. Sometimes, Angel and I would get caught up in each other, whether it be our awkward stand-offs, getting lost in "remember when's", playing entirely too much, or dancing to the music that only played in our heads. I'll admit, those moments were a little weird, having our third wheel watch close by. I can only imagine how painful it had to be for Vanessa, but all I remembered was I had a plan. And it was already working.

"Lets play a game." I grinned.

"Nope. Hell no!" Angel laughed, trying to get up from the couch, only to be pulled back down by me.

"What? I'm sure her games aren't any worse than Loki's" V interjected. "Can't be that bad."

"No. They're about the same." Angel nodded.

I laughed at the fear plastered all over his brows. Rubbing his shoulders for reassurance, I straddled him, making him look straight at me.

"Please." I pouted. "For me?"

"No!' Angel shouted, grabbing the sides of my face and pretending to shake me to death. "You're drunk and I'm not entertaining this shit tonight. Last time we were up until the sun came up."

"Oh, the night you two were running naked up and down the hall?" V laughed aloud.

"Exactly! Exactly like that." Angel's eyes were wild. I could tell he was drunk as well.

"Calm down, scary. Lets play." V hissed., popping something into her mouth.

"What is that?" I questioned, completely interested.

"Edibles. Want one?"

"No!! Nope!!" Angel pushed V's hand, which was motioning towards me.

"Okay, drug patrol. Party pooping does not suit you. Let her try it. You do them all the time."

"V." Rolling his eyes, his shoulders slumped downward, letting me know he was already giving in.

"Shut up." Vanessa pushed Angel's hand out of the way, passing me something that looked like a gummy bear.

Once I put it on my tongue, I knew right away it was nothing like a gummy bear. It had a weird taste, but I chewed and swallowed. I noticed Angel shaking his head. So, I smiled his way. He was really torn up inside, trying to figure out what this night was turning into. But not me. Everything was going according to the plan I'd devised in my head.

"Okay, so...this game." I scooted up an inch on Angel's lap. "Lets keep it simple."

"Please don't say truth or dare." V complained.

"Oh. I'm not. We did that this week already. It's simply dare." I laughed. "Everyone gets a turn to dare the other two to do something."

"Giselle, did you just make this shit up?" Angel laughed.

"And did!" I giggled. "Okay." I got down from Angel's lap, flopping down on my knees on the floor beneath him and beside V. "I'll be the first to go so you can see what I mean."

"Lord." Angel palmed his face.

"I dare you and V to take a shot." Grinning, I waited for a protest that never came. Both of them poured tequila into their glasses and took a shot.

"This is going to end terribly." V sighed. "We're already drunk."

"Good. Okay so now we'll go counterclockwise. Angel, it's your turn."

"And I dare you both? At the same time?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I dare both of you to shake that ass for a real one."

"What?" V frowned. I'm not shaking my ass in front of you with your girlfriend sitting right here."

"Oh, but you'd do it behind my back?" I sassed, playfully. "It's cool. Lets just have fun." I proceeded to run to the back, turned on Angel's speaker, connected my phone, and played my favorite Cardi B song, "WAP".

V wasted no time, getting down in front of Angel and dancing. He watched with an even smile spread across his face. Before joining in, I watched them carefully. Not with jealousy, but just pure interest. I began to wonder what their sex life was like. Was it anything like ours? Was there nearly as much passion or filth or pleasure? When I made my way in front of them both, I danced with Vanessa, throwing my ass on her, grinding on her, and all of a sudden, my body began feeling numb, but tingly. I couldn't feel anything so much that I could feel everything. I never understood how much sense that could make or how crazy that sound, but that's just what it was.

"Was that good enough for you?" I whispered down towards Angel, who's eyes were locked on the space between my thighs.

"Fuck." He grabbed himself quickly, attempting to hide his arousal.

"I'll take that as a yes." V teased. "My turn now, right?" The grin plastered across her lips would've put fear in any man's heart. Except, I was drunk and beginning to feel high, and I was sincerely intrigued. I was down for whatever at that point, and I believe she knew it.

"Go ahead." I smirked, leaning back onto the arm of the couch and throwing my leg over Angel's lap.

"Hmmm." She pretended to think. I could tell she already knew what she wanted to say, because she didn't think long.

"Be nice, V." Angel warned.

"Ha! I dare you to suck little bad boy's dick. Right here. Right now."

"What?" I laughed. "You have to dare the both of us to do something, not just me."

"Fine! I dare you to sixty-nine. Angel, eat her little heart out. Giselle, suck and fucking swallow."

I looked over to Angel for assurance. Approval. Something that would let me know if this was okay. It wasn't like she'd never witnessed us getting busy before. We'd had sex in front of her and the entire crew before. Something about this just felt different. But still, I wanted to. Blame it on the liquor or the edible, but I was down.

Slowly, I removed my panties, locking eyes with Angel as he watched me seduce him. Rihanna's "Love On The Brain" was playing loudly. Once they were completely off, I got down on the floor and removed his shorts. Still, his eyes were locked on mine, dissecting every inch of my brain. He probably thought I'd lost my mind. And maybe I had, but I had a plan, and I was going to see it through.

"You don't have to—"

"Don't be a pussy." snappeded, flipping around in backwards cowgirl position, propping up onto my forearms and positioning myself right in his face.

The moment I felt the warmth of his mouth on me, I let out a loud sigh, he'd gone down on me plenty of times before, but this time felt different. Was it because we had an audience? Was it the booze mixed with the drugs? Was Angel on another level of horny this go around? I haven't the slightest idea. All I am one hundred percent sure of is that he devoured me like a vulture, not even waiting for the slow anticipated death of it's meal; Eating me alive.

When I took him into my mouth, I wasted no time getting down and dirty; raw and sloppy. That only made him go harder. That only made his grip on my body more intense, holding on to my thighs for dear life and embedding his mouth onto me with all the passion he could fathom. For that moment, I was lost in lust, going crazy for more of him, forgetting that V was standing by, witnessing it all from a front row seat.

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