Yanking Harry's hand out from under my dress, I put it back on my hips just as Aaron spotted us. My heart was just about to drop out of my chest. What would he think of me grinding with my flatmate?

His eyes locked with mine and he smiled. He looked intrigued. While he made his way across the floor towards us, I could feel my every heart beat. I didn't know if Harry could see; he didn't let me know. I had no idea what Aaron was going to do when he met us in the middle. My mouth got dry. I was beyond scared and he was getting closer.

Finally, he reached us and I felt Harry tense behind me. Aaron's eyes locked with mine. I started to sputter something. Something to try and explain what was going on. But then, Aaron put hands on face and kissed me, deeply. He easily joined our hips, sandwiching me between the two of them.

"Mind some company?" Aaron whispered, groping my breasts through my dress. He must've been drunk. I moaned and felt Harry relax behind me as we all began to grind together. But, just as the tension dissipated. I felt something else come up. Or better yet, two things come up.

Whilst I writhed between the two of them, I felt two needy dicks press against me. Smiling, I let my head roll back in a moan, noticing Harry's face over mine. There was a flash of anger in his eyes. Then, I saw something else. Desire. Some part of him was enjoying this.

Turning around, I grabbed Aaron's face and kissed him hard before he could say anything about Harry. Then Harry pull my hips closer to his, through his jeans I felt his dick press into my behind.

Despite myself, I moaned into Aaron's mouth. They both continued to grind with me. My head was swimming with lust. Suddenly, I felt Harry's hands glide up to my waist under my breasts. I frantically reached down to pull his hands away, but Aaron was in my ear saying,

"It's ok," he whispered, "You look so fucking delicious, how could he resist?" he chuckled.

He must've been shit-faced because he put Harry's hands back on my waist and began to kiss me before I could say anything. While Aaron was distracted by kissing me, Harry took the opportunity to grope my breasts and kiss the back of my neck. Aaron grabbed my hips and press his growing bulge against me. I moaned from the male attention, letting myself relax into pleasure.

Their hands were all over my body. I had one hand on Aaron's face, the other wrapped around Harry's hips. While all of our hips moved together in a way that made my eyes roll into the back of my head, my brain, officially, fried.

"Oh my god," I moaned into Aaron's mouth.

"You are too sexy for your own good," Harry groaned into my ear.

"I have to go," Aaron whispered into my other ear, "But when I come back, I want these," he said as his fingers found the edge of my knickers. I blushed. "Take good care of her, man." Aaron smiled, drunk, at Harry. Harry smiled back. But then, out of nowhere, Aaron switched. "Hey!" he barked at Harry, "Don't get any ideas," he warned as he flashed Harry one of the nastiest looks I'd ever seen. It made both of us freeze in our tracks.

"Don't worry," Harry said, uneasy. I reached for Aaron, but he was gone, lost in the crowd before I could touch him. Harry dragged me off the dance floor. Still incredibly turned on and flustered, I barely registered that we had made a sudden turn towards the bathrooms.

After a few quick words and money exchanged with the bathroom attendant, Harry pulled me into a private stall, slammed me up against the wall, shoved his tongue into my mouth and pulled my dress up over my hips. My body began to respond to his touch. I, quickly, began to unbutton his jeans.

"Two guys enough for you?" he chuckled, darkly.

"I can't believe that just happened," I replied, still in shock.

"I can. I think it will happen again," he whispered as he hoisted me up against the wall and pulled down my thong. "I don't mind sharing you. I'd even let Aaron have your pussy," he said as he eased himself into me with drunken familiarity. I still gasped at the feeling. "As long as I get this," he whispered as he pressed a finger against my butthole. I was so wet from the dancing that he could easily slip in.

"What?," I breathed.

"I'll be gentle," he groaned as he bit my neck. He slipped his fingertip into my arse and I began to moan. "You like my thumb stretching your tight little hole?" he asked as he swirled the tip of his thumb inside me.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Mmm, maybe I'll slip my cock in next."

"No," I gasped. I never had anything in my arse, until Harry. The tip of his finger felt amazing, but I definitely could not take something anything larger, like his dick.

"What? Are you scared?" he chuckled.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Please, let me claim this," he whispered as he slowly slid his finger a little deeper, making slow gentle spirals, stretching me, "Your pussy already belongs to me, let me have your sweet little arse too," he moaned as he began to slowly ease his the tip of his finger in and out in time with his cock. I whimpered in pleasure against his neck as he worked me over. I felt myself open up as he thrust into me. I was, obviously, craving his cock. I spread my legs and pulled him deeper as I got closer. He took his finger out of my ass and grabbed my hips as he went faster, slamming me against the wall.

"Fuck, Viv baby, I'm gonna come," he groaned.

"Harry," I gasped as reality smacked me in the face, "I'm going home with Aaron."

"What did I say about talking about him when I'm inside you?" He warned, his breath ragged. He just fucked me harder. I was bouncing with his every thrust against the wall.

"It's just," I gasped, "you can't come inside me, baby," I whimpered.

Angry, he stopped fucking me and clamped his hand over my mouth and nose to stop my breathing. He growled into my ear. "You don't tell me where I get to come, do you understand that?" he asked, slowly. He waited a moment before he let my mouth go.

"I understand, just please Harry, please," I gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please don't come in me," I begged.

"Oh no," he chuckled, "This is my pussy to use as I see fit, right?"

"Its yours. All yours. Just, please," I begged. Harry glared at me for a moment before pulling himself out of me. I groaned in disappointment. I pressed my body against his, still needing to get off.

Suddenly, he kicked my legs wide apart and placed his hand between them. I was soaked. He took two of his fingers and began to pump them into me, using his heel of his palm to grind against my clit. I moaned, loudly and he shushed me. Then, delicately, he rested his other hand against my throat and kissed me. My thighs began to tremble as I got close. His eyes met mine and a satisfied smirk spread across his face. My legs buckled in pleasure as I was seized by a rush of sensation so intense.

"Good girl," he smiled as I rode his hand in pleasure. He steadied me against the bathroom wall as I came down. "Pull your dress down," he commanded, gruffly. I pulled my dress over my breasts. "On your knees," he barked. I obeyed. He looked down at me. His hard dick was in my face. I opened my mouth, ready to receive his load. He rammed himself into my mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned as I swallowed against the tip of his cock. He tipped my head back and pressed himself down my throat. I began to gag from his rough treatment of me, but I was so turned on that that gags turned to moans. I grabbed his hips myself, and pulled him as deep as I could take him. He grabbed my hair and growled as he came down my throat. I enjoyed every spastic thrust as he came, filling my mouth.

When he was done, he reached down and, delicately, stroked my face. He pulled me up to standing and in a half naked heap, we laughed together.

"Think you could handle it?" he asked, as he smiled at me, satisfied.

"What?" I asked, "You and Aaron?" I smiled, "Or you in my bum?" I bit my lip.

"I don't think he could keep up with us," he started, but then he was decidedly silent as to if he was joking about anal. I shot him an inquisitive look; I was expecting an answer. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly. I shook my head. As I replayed our tryst in my mind, something caught my attention. I frowned. "You alright?" he asked.

"What?" I mumbled as I looked at my feet and tried to avoid his question.

"Vivian," he took my face into his hands, making me look at him, "I talk a lot of shit in the heat of the moment. But, I promise I won't do anything you don't want to do. You're just so sexy. I can't help myself. My mind wanders," he smiled as he began to play with my hair.

"It's okay. Thanks for checking in," I whispered as I pushed him away, breaking the connection of our bodies. I needed to get away from him because something he said worried me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, as I fixed my dress and he pulled up his jeans.

"Nothing," I smiled. I lied. I was shook up by what he said in the heat of the moment. Specifically, that some part of me belonged to him. That somehow I was 'his'. That had crossed the line.

I reached down to find my knickers only to see him dangling them in front of my face. I quickly snatched them away and balled them into my hand.

As we stumbled out of the bathroom, the attendant smiled at us. I blushed. Harry kissed me one last time before he made his way back to the club.

I was still buzzing from the quickie in the bathroom, smiling to myself as I watched him walk away. Until I heard a female voice and turned. I froze. Natasha.

"Hello Vivian,"

"Hi Tasha," I squeaked.

"I need a smoke. Join me." It wasn't a question, it was a command.

"Sure," I mumbled and followed her outside to the smoking section. She lead me to the corner and lit up. Whilst she took a drag, she looked at me. Her gaze was harsh; no doubt judging and sizing me up. I shifted, uncomfortable.

"So," she started.

"So?" I asked sheepishly.

"You and Harry," she continued.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

"Yeah. So?" she pushed.

"What?" I asked, innocently.

"Are you really trying to play innocent with me?" She was pissed.

"Natasha, I'm so sorry!" I blurted out, "I have no idea how it happened...it just did...and," I rambled. She interrupted me.

"Whatever. Fuck you!" she shouted drawing attention to our corner. I nervously smiled as people stared. I crumbled under her stare. "Whatever," she mumbled, retreating.

"So..." I started, "Did he tell you, or did you figure it ou—"

"Oh, he told me." My breath stopped, "but not the way you think," she admitted.

"How?" I asked.

"His cock was in the back of my throat when he called me 'Vivian' by mistake. I knew something was up. But, I talked to you and you denied it. So, I thought maybe it was just latent sexual tension, until..."

"What?"

"Right after that, he stopped seeing me. Gave me complete cold shoulder. So, after a long talk with a bottle of Jack Daniels, I decided to text you. And after your radio silence, I knew."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. I really was.

"Fuck you," she spat and took another drag on her cigarette. "He's addictive isn't he?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"You're not special, I hope you know that," she said as she put out her cig, "And just to make sure you do, the first moment I can, I'll prove it to you." She gave me an evil look before she turned away and strutted back into the club. Everyone on the patio watched her walk away. There I was, abandoned on that patio, in my party dress, with my panties firmly knotted in my hand. Even though I was throughly ashamed, I was furious.

I sought out Aaron for comfort and saw him at the bar talking and laughing with Phoebe. The hair on the back of my neck bristled. Why was he still talking to her? I made my way across the dance floor and wrapped myself around Aaron's back, kissing his neck. He quickly, turned around and grabbed my shoulders. Now, suddenly, shy, he pushed me away and flashed me an angry look.

"I thought we talked about this," he whispered harshly as he grasped me. I stared back at him in shock. Wasn't this the same guy who just worked me up on the dance floor? Now he was getting picky about his PDA?

I glared back at him, reached between us, grabbed the waist of his trousers and, discreetly, shoved my knickers down the front of them. The anger in his eyes was replaced with shock. Suddenly, I saw Phoebe's hand tap his shoulder. We both turned to face her.

"Hey Phoebs!" I said, as I flashed her my toothiest smile and gave her a hug. Aaron, visibly aroused no doubt, sat awkwardly on the barstool behind me. As I congratulated Phoebe on the opening, I saw the glow of Aaron's phone. After a few minutes, I felt Aaron grab my wrist.

"I've got to get this girl home," he said, smiling at Phoebe.

"Oh no," I smiled, "We were just talking about catering—" I started.

"You can text her recommendations, right?" Aaron smiled as he reached for my earring. I pushed his hand away.

"Oh no," I said, "We're just getting started." I smiled, or better, bared my teeth back, at him. Thankfully, Phoebe broke the tension.

"It's alright," she grinned, "We'll catch up later. Nice to see you two." She waved as she floated away, back into the party. Wordlessly, Aaron grabbed my wrist and led me out of the club.

•••

After a silent, but tense taxi and lift ride back to Aaron's place, he shoved me up against the wall next to the door in his flat before I could speak and started to make out with me. The swirl of anger, arousal, sweat, alcohol and Harry in my mouth made me shove Aaron off me.

"What?!" he asked, confused.

"I need a shower!" I shouted. I kicked my heels off and marched into his bathroom. Matty perked up as I walked into the Aaron's room, but I shooed him away and slammed the bathroom door.

What. The. Fuck.

I nearly ripped my dress as I yanked it off of my body and cranked on the hot water. I washed my face in the sink as the shower heated up. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stopped. What was I doing? I looked at myself. My eye make up was running, my hair was tousled from dancing and sex, there were red marks forming on my hips from Harry. I looked like a mess. I felt filthy.

Drunkenly, I smiled to myself. I felt filthy and I loved it. Scared, I looked away and got into the shower. I had just fucked Harry in the bathroom of the club. Now I was about to have sex with Aaron. I would've felt awful, if I wasn't so turned on. I began to scrub myself in the shower.

I heard the door open and I turned away. I couldn't look at Aaron just yet, my mind was racing. I heard him undressing. I hid in the steam as I scrubbed every part of my body Harry had touched, terrified that Aaron would smell him on me.

I had just begun to wash my hair when I heard Aaron open the shower door. I looked at him over my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to kiss my neck. I moaned. His hard length was against my butt.

I had a decision to make. I could stop this right now. I could whip around and tell him that I was mad or that we had to talk. Or I could reach back and guide him into my centre. I was already wet and throbbing at the thought of him. But not just him, but what I had done. I was soaked from the idea that I could be irresistible. It was a power trip I'd never felt before. So, when I put his hands to my breasts and guided his cock into me, I knew I had no one to blame but myself.

Aaron easily slid into me and I moaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me. I pushed my hips back as he began to fuck me. The water slid between our bodies and made him grip me even tighter. I bent over and pressed my hands against the tile to let him fuck me faster. I heard his breath catch. As he began to hit that sweet spot, I felt my toes curl against the tile, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

He groaned as I began to clench around him. As we began to build a pace, I clutched at the tile in the shower, I was getting used to his style of sex and, strangely, it began to feel incredible. Yes, I was getting used to hard, shallow, well placed thrusts. Aaron raked his hands through my hair and pulled me up to standing. He began to lick around my ear as he slowly thrusted into me. My nipples pressed against the cold shower tile, my skin was heated by the water and Aaron's body.

I pushed him out of me. He looked surprised for a moment before I carefully guided him out of the shower. Grabbing two bath towels, I lead him into the bedroom and spread the towels on the bed before pushed him on to it. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled him into my mouth. He moaned and gently put his hand on my head.

As I took him all the way into my mouth I saw him bite his lip and felt his thighs tense. I kept going, bobbing my mouth on his length. He watched me, mouth slightly open, his breath heavy. He hardened further in my mouth, he was getting close.

The next instant, he tapped me on my shoulder, telling me to stop. He pulled me on top of him and began to guide himself inside me. I eased myself down on his length and began to ride him. He rested his hands on my hips and let me ride him for a bit. Then, he flipped me over. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips. I put his hands on my waist and urged him to go faster. He did. I was getting close and so was he. I reached between us and began to rub my clit, hoping to make myself climax before he did. His eyes narrowed and I felt his body weight shift. I didn't have long. I dug my heels into his back and felt my toes curl as I came. I moaned loudly. Aaron came shortly after and collapsed next to me on the bed.

What was I doing? I was just digging the hole deeper every time I saw either Harry or Aaron. Despite being sexually satisfied, I couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach. The building sense of dread.