Release

MICHELLE PEYTON

"Harrison."

She was the last person I'd expect to run into especially right now. It wasn't surprising that she was at a sex party.

I tried to control the trembling in my legs but it only made it worse until it became unbearable.

Fuck! I need a release…

"Are you okay?" She was looking at my legs.

"Sure," I said, heavily uncertain. "I think so."

Jean sighed. "This is definitely your first sex party. Didn't anyone warn you about the drink?"

My mind went back by a couple of hours and I remembered the last thing Corey had said to me just before she ran off.

Oh boy…

I was about to tell her to fuck off and mind her own fucking business when I noticed she was just in as much agony as I was.

Her hands were unsteady and it wasn't because of the vibrator she was holding. She was breathing through her mouth.

"What's your excuse?" I asked, raising my brow.

Her face turned ugly as she scowled viciously at me. "Fuck off!"

"I wish I could but I need to get off and this is the only pla