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It was odd having vampires for friends while being a human. Odd, but interesting.

Sam and Colby had been my friends since they moved out to LA, and it felt like we knew each other longer than that. We grew close almost instantly, telling each other some of our deepest secrets within the first few days of knowing one another. Then one day, they told me they were vampires. Of course I didn’t take them seriously; I mean who would? Vampires aren’t real.

I soon learned very quickly that they were when I caught one of the boys drinking from a girl at a party.

Eventually I came around to the idea. I mean, vampires are pretty cool, so knowing my best friends were ones was kind of awesome. Especially since that lead to so many other questions of what else is out there.

Sam and Colby weren’t much help in that department. They only knew that they were changed right before moving to LA. They didn’t know by who or why, but they learned to accept it and embrace it quickly. Everything new that they learned about themselves and their kind, they told me.

They were scared, however, that one day their secret would come out. A very small number of people knew about their... abilities. Vampires weren’t known to the broader world yet, and they definitely didn’t want to be the first to come out.

It was getting harder to hide their secret as they grew more and more successful. More eyes were on them. And then they told me about how they planned to go on a tour, meeting as many fans as possible across the US. I was excited for them, but was a little nervous. They deserved all the love that they were getting from their fans, but hiding their true identity wasn't going to be easy on tour.

But then, they asked me something I would have never expected.

“Would you go on tour with us as our... blood donor?” Colby asked, unable to keep eye contact with me.

I raised an eyebrow at him and Sam, “...What?”

“Okay, so... usually when we go out of the country or whatever, we’re able to secure a donor, or even blood bags from local hospitals. But because we are going to every state, sometimes twice, it’s hard to do that without people growing suspicious. And while we could go feed on people, we might get caught. So we were wondering if maybe you would want to go on tour with us and... we would drink from you instead.” Sam explained, fidgeting slightly in his chair.

Colby chimed in, “Of course you can say no. But if you do it, we would 100% compensate you, however you want. We know you’re busy with your career as well, but we promise to pay you well. And of course get you your own hotel rooms and food.”

“Everything would be paid for. And you would really be doing us a solid.” Sam added.

“What would my position be for those that ask?” I questioned, crossing my arms.

“You’d be our second assistant, since we already have one. Plus, we would just let anyone know that you’re our friend joining us to meet fans.” Sam answered.

“Hmm..." I asked, lowering my voice, "Does it hurt? Being... fed on?”

“The initial bite can feel like being pricked with a needle. But afterwards, it shouldn’t be bad.” Sam remarked.

Colby commented, "Plus we would give you our blo-"

Sam smacked him in the arm, glaring, "Dude, how about we ease into that conversation?"

"You would give me your blood? To what?" I queried.

They both paused, "...Drink."

I narrowed my eyes, "Humans can drink vampire blood?"

"Yes. And apparently they like it. A lot." Colby laughed.

Sam smirked, "He dated a girl once that got really into his blood. So much so she stalked him for it."

"Jesus," I mumbled. "Wait, was that-?"

"Ashley, yeah." Colby nodded.

I gasped, "Oh my god, I thought she was just crazy."

"Well, she was. Off of vampire blood." Sam chuckled.

"Our blood can give a euphoric feeling to the person that drinks it. So sometimes people react to it like it’s a drug." Colby mentioned.

Sam continued, "But it heals you, which is why we give it in the first place. If we drink from you, you drink ours."

"So... will you do it? Be our blood donor?" Colby asked, a nervous smile on his lips.

I took a minute, weighing the pros and cons in my mind. I exhaled, nodding, "Sure."

Both of them grinned excitedly. "Thank you, Y/N. You have no idea how much this helps us."

~~\ /~~\ /~~

The tour began a couple days later, all of us meeting at the airport and flying to our first stop, New York City. The meet and greet, sponsored by Zumiez, was being held in a large theater. It was gorgeous and very spacious. The nice thing was that I got my own little dressing room, filled with snacks and anything else I had requested. I was surprised at how weirdly relaxing my day had been, having just sat around and worked on a few things for my actual job.

Sam and Colby hadn't fed on me yet, and I was getting worried. How often do they need to drink? Are they both going to do it at once? Is it actually going to hurt? What-?

A soft knock at my door brought me out of my thoughts. I walked over to the door, opening it slowly. Sam stood, leaning against the door frame. "Can I come in?"

I nodded, opening the door more for him. "What's up?"

"Would you be okay with me drinking from you now? I know it's kind of last minute, but I promise next time I'll give you more of a heads up. Or maybe we could make a schedule or something." He laughed awkwardly.

"Can I ask some questions before we do it?" I requested, sitting down on the couch.

He agreed, leaning against the vanity across from me. "Of course. Whatever you want to know."

"How often do you guys need to drink?" I questioned.

"Once a day is usually our go to. More sometimes if we're really hungry or if we skipped a day." He admitted plainly.

"Do you both have to drink from me simultaneously?" I continued.

Sam shook his head, "No. If anything, it's better that we do it separately, especially since this is the first time you're having someone feed off of you."

"So Colby is gonna feed off of me later?" I asked, relaxing back against my seat.

"Maybe. He might skip today and feed tomorrow. That's what he was thinking of doing. He's a bit stronger than me when it comes to..." Sam cleared his throat, "urges."

"Oh... Have you guys ever... you know?" I mimed slicing my throat, killing someone.

He gaped at me, "My God no. We know how to stop before it ever gets to that point. The last thing we want to do is kill someone. So you don't need to worry. Plus, too much human blood makes us high."

"Really?" I snorted.

"Yeah. We only learned that from a random vampire we met in Vegas, so it might be a lie. We haven't exactly tested that theory." He commented.

"Okay..." I exhaled, "I think I'm ready."

He walked towards me, smiling politely. "Alright. Come here."

I slowly stood up, stepping towards him. He placed his hands on my waist, holding me in place.

He locked eyes with me, "If it hurts, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

"Yes sir." I saluted teasingly.

His face dropped, "I'm serious, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you. Neither of us do."

"I know. I appreciate the concern." I sighed, "Just drink."

He nodded, cupping one side of my face gently. He turned my head so my neck was more exposed. He lowered his head into my throat, breathing me in for a moment. My heart skipped a beat, confused and overwhelmed. I hadn't realized how intimate this was going to be.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, sinking his fangs in. I winced, grabbing his forearms to steady myself. He took a gulp of my blood, a very quiet moan falling from his lips. I could feel my blood leave my body, my life draining gradually. My legs began to go limp, unable to hold up my body weight. Sam caught me, pressing me closer into his warm embrace. He grunted, pulling his mouth away, licking up the excess blood that spilt from the bite.

"Are you okay, Y/N? Talk to me." He held my face, making me focus on him.

I slurred my words a bit, "I feel... okayyyy."

"Here, let's sit you down and give you some of my blood." Sam walked me to the couch, placing me down. He sat behind me, leaning me against him. He bit into his wrist, blood gushing from it. "Drink, Y/N."

He pressed his wrist to my mouth, forcing my lips to open. I tasted his blood, grimacing at the taste. But suddenly, it tasted amazing. Like everything sweet I had ever had rolled into one. I wrapped my lips over his bite, drinking from him quickly. I had never been this thirsty for something before in my life. It was like being on the brink of dehydration and finding a whole bottle of water. I placed my hands on the back of his arm, needing him more in my mouth.

"There you go, baby girl. Drink up." Sam cooed, rubbing my hair softly.

I moaned against him, my body buzzing. My one hand dropped down onto his thigh, gripping it. Erotic thoughts crowded my thoughts, another groan leaving my mouth.

He pulled his arm away, sitting me up instantly. "That's enough, Y/N. Don't want to get you high."

I felt a whine fall from my lips, embarrassment heating up my cheeks as I realized what I did. "Oh, um, shit. My bad, Sam. Sorry."

"No, you're okay," he assured me, standing up. "I've heard it's hard for humans to stop once they've started, so we kinda have to yank you away from us."

I could suddenly feel my damp underwear press against me, my face burning up more. "I-I get it. Thanks for doing that. It felt like I couldn't stop. A-Are you okay?"

"Yeah, already healed." He showed his wrist, the bite gone. "Make sure to drink plenty of water and eat something. You'll probably actually feel hungry soon."

I pursed my lips. "Thanks. I'll make sure to do that."

Sam took a few steps towards the door, stopping abruptly. He spun back, his eyes wide. "Oh my God, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I forgot to tell you something!"

I blinked, "What?

"Having our blood in your system... it might make you dream about us." He stated.

I chuckled, "Wait really? That's weird."

"Yeah. But um... the dreams might be a bit on the... sexual side?" He grimaced.

My face dropped, "What."

"That's what some people, girls, have said to us in the past," he mentioned. "I don't know if it's true, but it can happen. So I just want you to be aware."

I mumbled, "Would have been nice to know about this beforehand..."

Sam replied, his expression softened. "I apologize, really. It just slipped my mind. I haven't drank from someone directly in a while so I totally forgot."

"Hey, it's alright. It's just a dream." I added, "It might not even happen."

He grinned, "Exactly."

~~\ /~~\ /~~

It happened.

It very much happened.

The dream itself was odd, all over the place, and I barely remembered any of it. All I knew was that I woke up hot, sweating, and aching to be fucked. By specifically Sam. That, tied with literally soaking my underwear as he drank from me.... I was not excited to keep this job up.

Even if the pay was phenomenal.

But maybe things would get easier. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after we got into a routine.

The next day they told me that they would make sure to have one of them only feeding on me once a day, that was I wasn't 'overworked'. Sam would go on even days, Colby on odds. And today was odd.

It was midday, the boys already a couple hours into their meet and greet. I waited backstage in a small hallway, scrolling through Instagram. Colby hadn't drank from me, and I wondered if he even planned to.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, heavy on the heel. I looked up and spotted Colby. He gave me a light smile, growing closer to me.

"Hey, are you okay? Shouldn't you be out on stage meeting fans?" I questioned, squinting at him.

"We are. We're taking a ten minute break." He responded, pressing his back against the wall by me.

"Oh, that's good. You guys have been at it for..." I checked my watch, "Four hours, wow."

Colby interrupted, "I know this is last minute to ask you, but can I... get a drink?"

"Right here? Now?" I pointed to the hallway.

"Yeah. No one is coming down this hallway. Security is making sure of that." He stated firmly.

I lowered my voice, "Do they know?"

"Of course." He bit his lip, "I'm sorry to do this right now, but I'm worried if I wait until after, I might... snap, on someone."

My eyes widened, "Oh... We wouldn't want that."

"No, we would not." He laughed nervously.

"Um, yeah. Go ahead." I stood up, taking a deep breath as I looked at him.

"Here, put your hands on my shoulders. I don't want you to fall over." He directed.

"Okay." I giggled, doing what he said. He lightly placed his hands on my hips, pushing closer to me. I did my best not to shudder, his closeness making my heart erratic. I turned my neck towards the wall, feeling his breath fan across my skin. I inhaled, and felt his teeth sink in quickly. I gasped, the pain lasting for a moment. I cupped his shoulders hard as he drank from me, slowly draining my blood into himself. He hummed, his hands slipping up my back and pulling me in deeper. I sighed, pleasure taking over my senses.

It felt good to have Colby this close, to feel him drink from me. That thought alone made my heart skip.

Colby pulled away, looking at me hesitantly, "Are you okay? I heard your heart stop for a second."

"Wha? Yeah, I'm fine." I could feel my hands tremble, "I think I forgot to breathe."

"Well, take some of my blood." He bit his wrist, pushing it towards me.

"I don't know, I think I'm okay." I argued half-heartedly.

"Drink, Y/N. Don't be stubborn." Colby smirked playfully at me.

I glared back sassily, leaning towards his bite. I placed my mouth on it as he pressed it further into my mouth. His hand rested softly on my side as my body turned into him, my back pressing against his front. As I spun, his hand drifted lower, touching the top of my thigh.

I sucked his blood down, the sweetness driving me crazy immediately. It was different from Sam's, but just as addictive. He chuckled deeply at my eagerness, allowing me to wrap my hands around his arm to keep him close.

"It's okay darling. Drink up. I'm not going anywhere." He whispered low.

My blood raced at his words, a whimper falling from my lips. I could feel it again, the ache between my legs. But this time I didn't care. All I could think about was his blood, or his cock. And both were making me wet.

He pulled back suddenly, a 'pop' noise echoing off the fluorescent lighted walls from my mouth. "Y/N, while I would allow you to drink from me for forever, I gotta get back."

"I-I-I," I took a deep breath, getting my bearings again, "Yeah. That's, um, probably for the best."

"Are you okay? Do you need me to stay with you?" He questioned, looking me over.

"No. Go ahead. I'll be alright." I confirmed.

He pressed his forehead against mine sweetly, "Hey, I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner about the whole dream thing. How was it last night? Did you dream of Sam?"

I stepped back, blushing. "N-No. No, I didn't. I honestly can't remember my dream."

He beamed, "Well that's good. Maybe it will be the same tonight."

I nodded. "Hopefully."

~~\ /~~\ /~~

We were over a week into this arrangement and I felt like I was losing my mind.

Every day one of them was feeding on me, and every night I had a dirty dream about them. It didn't matter if I only had a sip of their blood or a lot. If their blood was in my system, I was dreaming about them fucking me senseless. And that's all I wanted. I couldn't even look at them without feeling like I wanted to rip their clothes off and beg them to fuck me.

It was embarrassing, tormenting, and made me feel insane. And also incredibly hot.

Luckily tonight was our first night off of the tour. We decided to all go out to eat and drink once it got late. Sam and Colby told me that they planned to find someone else to feed on, or possibly hit up a local blood bank, so I could rest easy tonight knowing they weren't going to feed on me.

God knows I needed the break...

Even though Sam and Colby's blood had been out of my system for a day, I still felt this overwhelming urge to fuck them. I couldn't deny that feeling this way left me confused beyond belief. Sure, they were good looking guys, and at times I had thought about kissing them or what it would be like to date them, but I never gave it more than a passing thought. But now all I could think about was them inside of me, taking me and doing what they wan-

No. No. No. Not tonight. Tonight I would relax, unwind, and drink.

And I did just that. I drank, and drank, and drank. The world felt a little off balance, a bit too spinny for my liking. I leaned against the wall of the bar, staring at the dance floor lights.

Sam sauntered over to me, "Heyyy, Y/N. You okay?"

"I'm Gucci, my dude," I snickered. I pointed at his drink, "Wait, vampires can get drunk?"

"Oh yeah. Especially since we didn't drink tonight." He admitted, then laughed. “Did you think we were acting all those times you saw us at parties plastered?”

"What really? I thought you guys planned to get some from..." I waved my hand around, "somewhere."

"We were, but it was a bust. Or our connection fell through." He shrugged it off, "But don't worry, we'll figure it out."

"I mean... you could always drink from me." I responded, ignoring the dull ache in my stomach.

He shook his head, "No, no. This is your night off. You deserve it. Don't worry about us."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, Y/N." He confirmed.

Colby stumbled over to us, saying something in Sam's ear. "Hey, we're gonna head back to the hotel. You ready to leave?"

"Actually... yeah. I think I've drank enough tonight." I giggled, walking through the crowd to the exit with Sam and Colby.

"Well, if you need to sober up a bit, our blood could help." Colby stated.

I huffed, "It's my night off."

"...From being drank from," Colby chuckled. "But if you want our blood, you can have some. Take your pick."

I glanced at the both of them, sighing. "How about we wait until we're back at the hotel, yeah? Then I'll figure that out."

The ride home was tense, or at least it was for me. I felt like both boys were looking at me, waiting for me to make my choice. My skin grew hot under their stare, the ache coming back again.

C'mon. This was supposed to be my one night off.

Entering the hotel, the boys locked arms with me gently, helping me to the elevator.

I smiled lazily, "You don't need to help me. I'm not that drunk."

"Really? You sure about that?" Sam smirked.

"Trust me." I mumbled, "I sobered up in the car."

“Well that's good. But you should still have some of our blood.” Colby persisted.

The elevator 'dinged' softly, the doors opening slowly. I walked down the hallway towards my room, the boys following right behind me. I pulled out my key card, swiping it and yanking open my door.

I whined, trying to pull my shoes off to no avail. "Remind me to never get drunk in heels again. It sucks." I flopped down on the bed, groaning into the cover.

"So, do you want us to leave? We can always do this in the morning." Sam asked.

I picked my head up, "No, it's okay. I'll be honest, I still haven't made a decision about who to drink from."

"Well take a second if you want to." Colby spoke.

"There's no need." I sat up, turning to them. "I don't want to do it out of order so... drink from me first."

He frowned. "What? No, it's your day off."

"It's fine, Colby. I know it is, but you guys didn't eat... drink, today." I assured him.

Colby looked over at Sam accusingly, and he shrugged. "I accidentally let it slip."

"You usually are a blabbermouth when you're drunk." I teased.

Colby shook his head, "We'll be fine."

"I mean... maybe we should drink, if she's okay with it." Sam argued lightly.

"I am okay with it. Plus, you'll just give me your blood anyway. So then we'll be even." I remarked.

Colby's expression softened, Sam's face matching his. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do this if you don't want to."

"I totally don't mind, guys. Really." I insisted.

Colby paused for a minute, then nodded. "Okay, but we're only taking a little from you."

"That's fine by me." I stood up, swaying back and forth as my lightheadedness faded. The boys placed hands on my back, keeping me from falling.

Sam snorted, "Yeah, we're definitely only taking a little."

They gave each other a glance, Sam sliding towards me first. I gazed at him, snaking my eyes across his face, then tilted my head back.

His voice came out in a husky whisper, "Aren't you eager..."

I rolled my eyes, "Just do it before I change my-"

My breath hitched, Sam's fangs sinking deep into my skin. I grabbed his arms, bracing myself as he drank from me. He grunted lowly, his body firmly against mine.

I peered out of the corner of my eye, watching Colby watch us. He studied my face, taking in my expression. My eyes fluttered as Sam pulled away, stopping much sooner than he usually would.

"Fuck... I needed that." He wiped his mouth, making sure to lick the excess blood off his hand. My core throbbed at his actions. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "Your turn, Colby."

He locked eyes with me, "You good?"

I stammered, "S-Sure. Go ahead."

"Let me know if it's too much, okay?" He uttered.

I nodded, moving my head to the other side and allowing him access. He lowered his mouth onto my neck, biting softly. I exhaled, my hands holding onto his arms. He took a few sips from me, then pulled back. "Wait, let me get a better angle."

I squinted at him, confused. He circled around, stopping behind me. His hands slithered to my hips, tugging me closer.

"Much better." He grunted, then sank his teeth into me hastily. I gasped, surprised by the force.

I looked up at Sam, his eyes gazing at us with a devilish glint. He cocked his head to the side, slinking over to us inch by inch. "I think you should take some of my blood now, Y/N. Before you get too light headed."

He bit into his wrist, placing it in front of me. "Drink up."

I leaned forward some, taking his blood into my mouth. I sighed, euphoria hitting me instantly. I had never had one of them drink from me while the other gave me blood. My mind was race, my heart pounding loudly against my chest. My body in flames from pleasure and pain. And I couldn't tell which one I liked more.

Sam's fangs dazzled in the light as he spoke, "Oh, Colby. We forgot to tell her something again."

Colby released his mouth from my neck, swallowing, "And what could that be Sam?"

Sam's eyes landed on mine, almost empty of feeling, "When you exchange blood like this with us... it makes you ours."

I furrowed my brow at him, keeping my mouth on his wound. My voice came out muffled, "Ours?"

"Yeah. Ours. See, we might have deceived you a little bit." Sam shrugged.

"Our bad." Colby snickered.

"He and I have been into you for a while, Y/N. But we knew you only ever saw us as a friend. Plus, we didn't want to have to fight over you so we thought the best course of action would be to just... make you both of ours." Sam grinned evilly, "And God, you made it so easy. Just following along without question."

Colby pressed his lips against my ear, keeping his voice deep and low. "With our blood running through your system, you will always be ours. You will be just as obsessed with us as we are with you."

My mind and body barely took their words in, the only thing I wanted was more of Sam's blood. My cunt pulsed as his blood invaded my system, my mind only thinking of him and all of the things I wanted him to do to me.

Sam yanked his wrist away, a desperate mewl escaping my mouth.

My mind was foggy, my head catching up to what I just heard. "W-W-What? Are you guys-?"

Colby spun me, pushing me back into Sam. He wrapped his arm around me tight, biting into my neck. Colby did the same to his wrist, placing my mouth on it. I grunted against him, glaring at him for a moment before all of my anger melted into pure bliss.

Colby's blood mixed with Sam's... and suddenly I wanted nothing more than for both of them to take me. God I could almost feel them inside of me, touching me in all the right spots.

"There you go, baby. Such a good girl for us." Colby smirked.

Sam pulled his mouth away, just to place it against the hollow of my ear, "Our good girl."

I could feel some of my mind come back to me for a split second. I hissed against Colby's wrist, "Fuck you."

He scoffed, "Sweetheart, you can say that all you want, but I know deep down you don't mean it. Well, you don't mean it in that way."

"Don't lie to us, baby girl." Sam sang angrily, latching his mouth back onto my bite.

"You know how we know that? I've heard you every night of this tour moan our names in your sleep. I've heard the way you whimper and cry and beg for us to fuck you when you touch yourself," Colby growled, his eyes intense as they bore into mine. "Don't deny it, Y/N.

Sam yanked back his mouth as Colby pulled his wrist away. I panted, keeping my distance from them and pressing myself against the desk. They stared me down, taking me in like prey.

My legs were shaking, my body tingling everywhere. I felt like I was on fire from the inside out. I had never been so wet in my entire life. I wanted to scream at them, to hate them, to tell them to leave. But everything in my head and body were begging them to stay; to touch me.

Sam stepped towards me, closing the gap between us, "You're ours, Y/N. Doesn't that sound amazing? To be shared by us?"

I couldn't help but nod my head. I wanted to deny it, but it wasn't true.

"No one else can have you like this. Only us." Sam whispered into my ear, turning my head gently to look at him. He leaned in and kissed me deeply, taking my breath away with the feverish kiss. My hand dug into his shirt, holding on it as his tongue tasted mine.

I was ripped away from his kiss as Colby pushed himself against me. He cupped my face, rolling my head towards him. "Only us," he stated. He pressed his lips to mine, his mouth and tongue tender against my own. I whined as I felt Sam begin to kiss my neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin. I could hear him murmur 'ours' over and over again.

Colby removed his mouth from mine, following Sam's lead in kissing and nipping at my neck and body. I was overwhelmed, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I squeezed my eyes shut, still feeling Sam and Colby snake up and down my body with their hands and mouths. A breathy groan escaped my lips, my mind unable to slow down. If they touched the right spot, I would completely come undone.

I needed them. I wanted them. I would do anything for them.

The sound of silence fell over the room. Then, a low ringing took over my hearing. Soon it grew louder and louder and louder. I popped my eyes open, gasping.

I was in my hotel room, and it was bright outside. The ringing was my alarm on my phone going off - 9:30 A.M.

I sat up, my head weighing a thousand pounds. I was in my clothes from the night before, but tucked comfortably into bed.

How the fuck did I get here? Where the hell were Sam and Colby?

It suddenly dawned on me - Oh my God, that was a dream?

There's no way. That felt too real. That can't be right.

I changed quickly, knowing that Sam and Colby would be waiting for me in the lobby so we could travel to the next venue. I never unpacked, so I threw my dirty clothes in my suitcase, and trudged out the door with everything I had brought.

I stumbled down to the lobby, finding Sam and Colby waiting off to the side for me with their luggage. Their assistant was talking to them, along with someone from Zumiez's team, about the upcoming meet and greet.

Colby beamed when he saw me, "Hey, we were wondering if you were gonna make it."

"What happened last night?" I glared.

Sam turned at the sound of my voice, "Do you not remember...?"

"Just tell me what happened. Please." I answered, short.

Colby inhaled, "Well, we planned to... continue drinking in your room. But once we got there, you flopped on your bed and passed out."

"We figured you were too tired after all the traveling and drinking that we just decided to call it a night." Sam added.

Colby commented, "I took your shoes off before tucking you in. I know you hate falling asleep with heels on."

"Oh." I vaguely remembered falling onto my bed. And my shoes were off when I woke up… "I could have sworn something else happened."

Colby gasped lowly, "Did you have a dream about us?"

I immediately blushed, "Um, you could say that."

"What was it about? Tell me." He pleaded.

"I don't think you want to know, to be honest. I squirmed under their gaze, doing my best to ignore the parts of the dream my body couldn't forget. "It was kind of all over the place. And you guys were a bit... mean, to say the least."

"Oh, shit. Well, sorry that my dream self was an asshole to you." Colby apologized.

Sam agreed, "Ditto."

I half smiled, exhaling. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Of course, Y/N. You're our..." Sam smiled, "best friend. We would never be mean to you."

You barely had a chance to react as someone placed their hands on your torso and pushed you down. You were lucky not to gasp in any water, but that didn’t stop it from filling your open mouth and making you choke a bit. You swam away from your attacker and pushed through the surface of the water, gasping for air and coughing harshly.

You didn’t even have to look to know it had been Colby. Even if he hadn’t been laughing hysterically, you’d have known it was him. Because Colby liked to push your buttons—and if it were up to him, he’d be undoing them, too.

After your coughing calmed down, you looked at him with rage in your eyes. You splashed water at him aggressively, yelling at him as you did.

“Damn it, Colby! You almost killed me, you fucking bastard!”

He flinched away from the water before turning back to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Aww, c’mon, [Y/N], I would never let you die!” He swam a little closer to you, but he knew not to get within pushing-distance of you. “I’d be only too happy to give you mouth to mouth.”

You rolled your eyes at him, swimming backwards and away. “You’re a fucking creep.”

“Am I? You don’t look creeped out to me,” he said, following your movements.

“Well, what do I look like to you, then?” you asked him, intending to make him feel dumb—only to realize your words could be twisted so easily. And, of course, they were.

“You,” he said, looking you up and down slowly, “look like you need a good fuck.”

You wanted to slap the smirk off his face. “You know what? Maybe I do. Just not from you.” Once again, you moved backwards. And once again, he followed, only maintaining the distance he originally created.

He feigned being offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “But, baby—why not?”

“I’m not your baby,” you snapped. “And I already told you. You’re a creep.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” he winked, this time moving closer to you before you backed away. “I’ll get you one day.”

Even when you did back away, he continued to follow you. You narrowed your eyes at him, clenching your jaw. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

As soon as you got your words out, your back hit a wall of the pool. You gasped and tried to push away from it, but Colby had cornered you intentionally. He swam forward quickly, caging you in with his arms. His smirk grew wider and he leaned in closer to you.

He looked deep into your eyes, and when he spoke, his voice came out lower and huskier than before, speaking only for you to hear. “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

Despite your resolve to hate him, you felt a flutter of excitement in your lower abdomen. Those words spoken in that voice made you nearly dizzy, but you managed to keep your face passive. “Just get out of my way, creep.”

You pushed against his chest to get him away from you, feeling his muscles beneath your finger tips—which didn’t help the growing feeling of arousal in your tummy. Thankfully, he moved out of the way, and you swam to the steps before getting out and grabbing a towel.

You felt his eyes on you as you headed into the house, but you refused to look back at him. Your cheeks felt warm, though not just from the sun. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your core. You decided to take a shower to... relieve yourself.

You texted Tara that you’d be taking a shower upstairs and you gathered your clean clothes from your bag. At that moment, you had a pretty one-track mind—thinking about getting in the shower, getting off, and getting out. You were so focused on getting to the bathroom that you didn’t even notice you were being followed.

You stopped at the linen closet to grab a bath towel and nearly jumped out of your skin when you closed the door. Behind it was Colby, leaning nonchalantly against the wall with that stupid smirk.

“Why so jumpy, [Y/N]?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall and stalking over to you.

“You’d be jumpy too if you had to see that face,” you replied snarkily.

He chuckled softly, stopping to stand in front of you, leaving hardly any space between you. “Funny,” he said dryly. “You going to shower?”

“Yes, if you’ll excuse me—”

You moved to walk around him, but he caught you by the arm to hold you back. He looked at you knowingly, his tongue pressed against his cheek. “It’s interesting,” he said.

“What?” you asked.

“It’s interesting,” he repeated, keeping his grip on your arm while he moved in front of you again. He then slowly walked you backwards until your back was against a wall—putting you in the same position he had in the pool. He continued, “you’re going to the only shower in the house with a detachable shower head.”

Your face dropped before you could hide your reaction, making his smirk spread wider, into a full grin. “Why don’t you let me help instead?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You didn’t reply, but your breathing became heavier—the difference was slight, but noticeable. He leaned closer to you, bringing his face to yours.

“If you want me to stop, just say so. But if you don’t...” he trailed off, slowly closing the gap between you.

Your breathing became even heavier, your heart beating wildly in your chest, but you did not tell him to stop. His lips brushed against yours, making you gasp and lean into him—only for him to pull back.

You felt breathless now—confused and embarrassed, you looked at him with furrowed brows. “Wha-?”

“If you want me to help, you have to ask nicely,” he said, his face taunting you.

You spluttered in exasperation, feeling anger mix in with the arousal. You huffed—either at him or at yourself—before looking down at your fingers. You couldn’t believe you were about to say it, but... “I want you to help me.”

He wasn’t done having his fun. “With what, baby?”

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch him or kiss him. You glared at him, hating that he was revelling in humiliating you. “Help me get off.”

Satisfied with your answer, he smirked at you again. “Was that so hard?”

You glanced down at his swim trunks, noticing the bulge in them. “Not as hard as you are.”

He placed a finger under your chin and forced you to look into his eyes again. “Keep being smart with me and I’ll show you hard.”

You felt another wave of arousal hit you, your pussy throbbing with wanton need. You were about to lean in to kiss him just to relieve some tension, but before you could he started in the direction of the bathroom. Flustered, you followed him and locked the door behind you.

You put your clean clothes and your towel down, watching as Colby turned the water on. You could make out the muscles in his back as he moved, making you subconsciously pull your bottom lip between your teeth. As the water warmed up, he turned back to you and chuckled at your expression.

He walked up to you and brought his hand up to your cheek. All you could do was stare at him dumbly, hardly believing this was all real. His thumb pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth, gently tracing it before he tapped it against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to grant him access, and when he placed his thumb in your mouth, you sucked on it sensually.

He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, undoubtedly getting harder by the second. After a moment, he pulled his thumb from your mouth. He brought the saliva-coated finger to his own mouth, just barely tasting it—the sight alone made you moan softly. You tried to lean in for a kiss, but he stopped you and said, “Patience.”

He rested his hands on your shoulders, his fingers toying with the straps of your bikini top. “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, butterflies raging in your stomach. His hands then trailed behind you to where the bikini knotted together. The gentleness he possessed while undoing the knot made your skin tickle, making you shiver under his touch. He chuckled at your reaction, pulling the garment down your arms before letting it fall to the floor.

You gauged his reaction, insecurity making you worry. His face didn’t change, he just stared transfixed at your chest. Just when you felt the urge to cover your chest from him, a huge smile spread across his face and he tipped his head back.

“You’re so hot, I can’t even process it,” he said, shaking his head and laughing.

You started giggling along with him, relief flooding your system. When he looked at you again, he kept the amused smile on his face, though his eyes communicated something deeper than amusement. Desire, hunger.

He reached his hands out to either side of your bikini bottom, undoing the knots simultaneously by pulling on their strings. When they were undone, Colby held them up for a moment before letting them fall to the floor with your bikini top.

Steam had started to accumulate in the room, fogging up the mirrors. He trailed his fingers along your stomach, once again making you shiver from the ticklish sensation. He seemed to enjoy being able to make you quiver under his touch.

Feeling brave, you reached your hand out to undo the drawstring on his swimming trunks. You held eye contact with him, and while it was clear you were flustered and affected by him, he only seemed confident.

When the drawstring was undone, he dipped his thumbs under the waistband and pushed them down, the garment pooling around his feet before he kicked it away. You could see why he looked so confident now.

You were tempted to reach out and touch his hardened cock—you wanted to stroke it, see if it was actually real. How he’d managed to hide it was something you’d be wondering for the rest of your life.

When your fingers reached for it, he stopped you again. A cocky smirk had replaced his amused smile, his eyes seeming to brag, ‘I know, right?’ He gestured to the shower with his head.

“The water’s hot,” he said, as if it weren’t abundantly clear by the steam.

He turned around and walked to the shower, sliding open its door. You followed suit, sliding the door shut behind you. While you expected him to finally relieve some of your sexual frustration, Colby seemed to have other plans.

He was already under the stream of water, washing his hair. He had his head tipped back, looking at you over the bridge of his nose. The ghost of a smile lingered on his face, a true testament to his mischievous spirit.

His hands worked at washing his scalp, the muscles in his arms prominent as he held them up. You thought you should feel ashamed, just standing there blatantly fucking him with your eyes, but you didn’t—you were enjoying the view immensely.

He rinsed the suds out of his hair, leaving it soaking wet and clean. He then swapped your spots, letting the water run over you and get your hair wet. He caught you off guard by getting a handful of shampoo and bringing it to your scalp—then working it in.

His fingers felt heavenly as they massaged the shampoo through your hair and all over your scalp. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and bask in how nice it felt. You took in a deep breath, letting it out with a soft hum. Out of appreciation for the gesture, you reached your hands out and found his body. You brought your fingers to his back and traced shapes into his skin, caressing him soothingly.

“That feels nice,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it before.

You smiled at him. “So does that,” you replied, referring to him washing your hair.

He brought a hand to your chin, pushing up so you would tilt your head back. The water ran over your hair, and he worked to get all the soap out. Once you were sud-free, he pushed against the back of your head to tilt your head back down. He gently tucked your hair behind your ears, smoothing it out of your face.

You thought he might finally kiss you, but he removed his hands from your face and stepped back. You opened your eyes, feeling a lot more relaxed. He had grabbed two loofahs and loaded them up with soap, handing you one. Though, instead of washing his own body, he brought the loofah to yours.

You followed his lead, running the little pouf over his chest and making sure to scrub softly. He washed your shoulders before running the sponge over your breasts, using his free hand to spread the soap around—and taking the opportunity to massage them, as well.

The slightest touch from him had your core throbbing again. You tried to focus on washing him, too, running the loofah over his arms and shoulders before running it back down his torso, washing his stomach. He repeated your actions over your body.

“Can you get my back?” he asked.

“Sure.”

He turned around so you could wash his back, your eyes admiring all of the dips and curves his muscles made. When you’d scrubbed the expanse of his back, he turned back around to face you.

“Your turn,” he said.

When your back was to him, he pressed the loofah against your skin and gave it a squeeze—letting the soap run down the curve of your spine. His eyes trailed after it, watching it run over your ass, suppressing a moan at the image.

Once he finished working the sponge over your skin, you turned back around to face him. Not a second later, you were gasping as he twirled you around and placed a hand around your throat, your back—once again—against a wall. The cold tiles were a shock against your skin and you tried to jerk away from them, but Colby held you still.

“What is it with you and trapping me against walls?” you asked, managing to look annoyed at him despite the desire raging in your womb.

He looked deep in your eyes and said, “You don’t just play ‘hard-to-get,’ [Y/N]. You are hard to get—impossible, in fact. So, having you here”—he applied a bit more pressure to your throat—“so vulnerable beneath my fingertips, so desperate for my touch... it really does something to me. I like to make sure my prey is aware they’ve been caught.”

At this point, the ache in your lower abdomen had reached a peak that was impossible to come down from. The dominance and control he exuded left you speechless, staring at him with unbelieving eyes and parted lips.

That smirk returned, and by this point, it had taken on an entirely different meaning for you. It had always annoyed you, made you want to slap it off his face—but now, it just made the pulse in your pussy beat harder with desire. You rubbed your legs together a bit, needing some friction—earning a quick slap on your thigh. You gasped, both in surprise and in pleasure.

“You really need to learn a lesson or two about patience,” he said.

You whined, rolling your eyes. “You’ve been teasing me this whole time! You’ve barely touched me! I wanted to come in here and cum quickly—oh, fuck—”

In the middle of your complaining, Colby’s middle and forefinger slid between your lower lips and found your clit immediately. He applied a bit of pressure and moved them in a circular motion over the hardened bud. Soft pants fell past your lips, sometimes accompanied by a quiet moan. Your hand reached out for his shoulder for support—you felt your knees going weak already.

He kept his other hand on your throat, mostly as a sign of power. He watched your face screw up in pleasure, your mouth permanently open as gasps and moans fell past your lips.

Without warning, he removed both his hands from you, making you snap open your eyes in confusion. Your confusion didn’t last long because his hands returned to your body—except, this time they were pressed against the sides of your thighs as he lifted you up, leaning you against the wall as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

Once he was sure you were securely supported, he reached between your bodies and lined himself up at your entrance. He teased you a bit more, running the head of his cock between your folds, the feeling like heaven.

Besides pushing you against walls and making you shiver, Colby seemed to like surprising you. Whether he liked the feeling of being in control or he liked watching you react, you couldn’t be sure. Regardless of the reason, he showed no signs of predictability.

He sheathed himself inside you fully, earning a strangled moan from you. Though, he cut the moan off by covering your lips with his, finally kissing you. You were instantly overwhelmed by how much he was giving you, effectively reducing you to an incoherent, moaning mess.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to move inside you, grinding his hips into yours at a steady pace. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, not even thinking to control your volume in case someone else might hear you. You couldn’t think at all, actually—your thoughts didn’t go beyond the man fucking himself into you.

You were pleasantly surprised by how vocal Colby was, though his moans weren’t nearly as loud as yours. After a few minutes, he rested his hands against the wall which, in turn, changed the angle he was driving into you at. Your legs were pushed up further, helping him hit deep inside you.

You cried out his name, arching your back and pushing your hips closer to his. He kept his strokes deep, straining not to bust his nut before you got yours. He managed to keep you at the same angle while he took one of his hands off the wall by using his knee to support you. The extra support gave you more control over your movements, allowing you to grind your hips over his to get more friction between you.

He brought the hand he’d freed down to your core, taking his thumb and using it to stimulate your clit. The pleasure he was giving you had you practically screaming, your voice sometimes getting cut off as the speed and force behind his thrusts increased.

The way you two were fucking was a show of pure desperation, a hedonistic coupling working towards the same goals: cum fast, and cum hard. Your moans melted into each other in the echo of the bathroom, the sound of skin slapping keeping the tempo of your erotic melody.

You felt a familiar warmth in your womb; a sort of tightening that you focused on to push you over the edge. The only warning you could offer him was the rapid repetition of his name, which he somehow understood. He applied even more pressure to your clit, pushing himself into you as deep as he could.

Your moans broke off for a moment before resuming, and they were possibly the most sinful, depraved noises you’d ever made. The way your pussy tightened around Colby’s dick made him unravel, his own orgasm hitting him hard. He leaned forward and rested his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

You were still mewling in pleasure as you came down from your high, your hips slowly grinding against his as he shot his load into you. The two of you stayed still for a moment before Colby stood up fully and helped you back onto your feet. You were shaky and weak, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into him, giggling as you realized what had just happened.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders and kept you against him. With your head against his chest, you heard a little chuckle vibrate from within him. Your mind was cloudy in the afterglow, the hormones and endorphins making you more giddy and affectionate than usual.

The same could be said for Colby. “Why don’t we finish up in here and go lay down?”

You looked up at him, resting your chin against the center of his chest. “I told you an hour ago that I’d never let you take me to bed.”

“Yeah, well, you told me about ten minutes ago... actually, you didn’t really tell me something, because all you could say—or, really, scream—was my name, so...”