I’m a top, by the way
Jamie
"Are you and Jamie having a romantic moment right now?" Veronica asked us, one eyebrow up.
Gangsta wasn't even embarrassed. "As a matter of fact, yes," he said, glibly, very PYD. Meanwhile, I felt like I could beat Gangsta up so bad that Biff's condition in the hospital was pretty minor by comparison. This shit is humiliating enough, times a thousand that Veronica had seen it.
"Could you maybe give us some privacy, babe?" Gangsta went on. "And lock the door? Unless you want to join us? I'm a top, by the way."
"Shut the fuck up," I moved towards the door. I had all my clothes on, but I felt completely naked and had the overwhelming feeling of covering my body when there wasn't any skin exposed. Veronica stared me down as I walked towards her, that unreadable look on her face. As soon as I was in front of her, she covered the door knob with her hand and locked it.
What the actual fuck.
"I think I'll join you," Veronica said to Gangsta, but her eyes were boring into mine.
"No fucking way," I snarled.
"Yeah, babe," Gangsta said behind us. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're not our type."
"Oh, poor boyband rapper boy," Veronica pushed me aside and started to walk towards Gangsta. "You're so clueless, aren't you? You had no idea? Jamie fucks my brains out on a daily basis."
Gangsta laughed as if she made a joke. "Girl, you don't have to make this shit up," he sneered at her. "You're not rescuing Jamie from anything, he's totally down with this. Just don't shoot your mouth to anyone, if you know what I mean."
Veronica stopped. "I'm making this shit up," she chuckled. Then she turned to me and kissed me, tongue first, pushing her hands into my waistband and cupping my butt. She ground herself hard against me and, overcome with joy that Veronica wasn't ignoring me and had her crotch pushed up against my dick, I instinctively picked up her butt and thighs and wrapped her around me.
I could vaguely hear a slow clap, but lost focus on that as Veronica bit my lip and I spanked her in retaliation. My entire world was Veronica. She giggled deliciously and pulled me until I had her against a wall. "I don't think we've done it here," she said breathlessly as she moved her hand around inside my pants to caress my cock.
"You're not allowed here, this is the men's room," I replied, closing my eyes to the feel of her nimble fingers. I unzipped her jeans and made a mental note to scold her later to wear a skirt if she expects me to sex her up in public places.
"We've never done it before with someone watching either," she squeezed me.
My brain was short circuiting with lust, but I had to turn to look at Gangsta. He was staring at us, stupidly. He looked like a child just then.
I zipped Veronica back up. "Excuse me," I said and took Veronica's hands out of my pants. Without a word, still holding her hands, I turned and headed for the door.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Veronica demanded, pulling me to stop and pushing my hands away.
I remembered that Veronica was mad at me, and I remembered why, and if there was a chance that she was ready to forgive me, I suppose that was off and she's probably angrier now. I turned around again and decided to deal with this once and for all.
Before I could say anything, Veronica had already walked to Gangsta. She had taken her top off. A rage bubbled up from the pit of my stomach.
"So, as you can see, I'm Jamie's type, I am SO his type," she said to him. "And I don't care if I'm not yours, but the only way you can get to fuck Jamie is if you fuck me first."
"What?" both Gangsta and I exclaimed at the same time.
"You see, we're not just fuck buddies, I love him," she went on. "That kind of love where I'm floating in the air like a balloon full of love for him, and I burst because it's too much, that kind of love."
"Isn't that your song..." Gangsta muttered softly.
"Don't fucking interrupt me," Veronica brutally cut him off.
"Yes, ma'm," he nodded obediently.
"When you love someone that way, you want to make sure that he gets the best," she went on. She reached out and put her hand on his chest, she was staring him down. I watched her fingers fondle his nipple through his shirt. "He deserves it, too. He's very good at everything he does. I can tell you now, when he fucks me, his dick goes all the way up to my stomach. He stabs my womb really hard, he could hammer a hole into it."
She reached her other hand down to her pussy and clutched herself. "Have you seen him dance? Do you see how hard he can go? That's how he fucks, he gives a hundred fifty percent, I'm not even kidding." She stops to moan, but keeps eye contact with Gangsta, whom I've never seen more turned on than right now, by the way.
Veronica gasped. It is a gasp I know well, she's on the brink. I felt a little jealous but I can't bring myself to stop her, she is mesmerizing. "Oh my lord, when he fucks me, it's strong. And hard. And. So. Controlled. It drives me crazy!" She pants at the pleasure she is giving herself. "You guys sing about driving a girl wild, but do you really know how to do that? Jamie can make me come ten times before he allows himself to come, can you do that?"
Gangsta stared at her as she started to slightly convulse and he swallowed, awkwardly. I bent down to pick up her shirt, we needed to get out of here.
"So here's the deal," she said, finally taking her hand off her pussy. "I let you fuck me and if you're as good as Jamie, I will let you fuck him. I will even tell you everything he likes. But if not, he gets to fuck you. In which case, you lucky boy."
"Dream on," I pulled Veronica away by her elbow and shoved her shirt at her. "Get dressed."
"Don't you want to do this, Jame?" She said to me. "I mean, why were you here with him in the first place, if you weren't?" She reached out to Gangsta again and slid her hand in his pants.
With all the forces of the universe, I dragged her out of the men's room. As I unlocked the door, I heard her giggle at Gangsta, "And you wanted to be top?!" Her laughter echoed as I dragged her down the hallway, the mocking sound bouncing off the walls.