28. Bones
Chapter 28
Bones
B ass pounded through the speakers, and strobe lights danced all around me. As soon as we stepped into the club, half-naked servers pushed drinks into our hands with flirtatious smiles and murmurs that it was on the house. A handful of people stopped to cheer for us as we went by before they dove face-first into lines of coke or their partners’ mouths.
All this was going to give me a big head.
Troy spared no expense for this event’s sex-fueled weekend. A dance floor had been added to the side of all the tables where a sea of bodies swayed and humped to the DJ’s tracks. The music thrummed through my body as a topless attendant led us further inside. She dropped us off at a VIP table near the back of the club that gave us a perfect vantage point for everything going on. We hadn’t even sat down before another attendant brought us a bottle of champagne on ice with a murmur to ask for whatever else we needed.
Ari slipped into the large booth. The plush seating was more like a bed with how wide it was. She looked absolutely divine tonight in a long, lowcut dress as silver as her hair. The fabric barely covered her tits, and when she saw me staring at the slit, she played with the thin straps and smirked.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Don’t tease him, angel.” Lotto laughed and slid next to me. His hand traced lightning as he ran his knuckles down my jawline. “He’s been wound up since yesterday.”
“Haven’t we all?” Frankie slipped into the booth next to Ari and threw an arm over her shoulders. His crimson button-up was tight enough that I could see every muscle pressed against the fabric. His tattoos peeked out of the top when he leaned into Ari and moved her hair behind her ear. “Because of a certain someone giving us orders.”
“I just wanted to have fun. Together.” She fluttered her made-up eyelids at me and Lotto as she reached for the champagne. “Drink?”
I shook my head. I already had a drink in hand, and I downed it in one gulp. It did nothing to quash the vibrating in my body. Fuck, I needed to let off some steam, and Lotto wasn’t helping one fucking bit. He kept running his hands over my body, groping at everything he could touch with his strong fingers.
“Why don’t we dance, Bones?” His low murmur made me shiver. “For old time’s sake?”
I chortled and turned to him. Our lips were so close, I could lean in and claim his mouth. But where was the fun in that? “Back when we first started this shit?”
Lotto’s mouth curved up. “When I gave you blowjobs in grungy bathrooms to keep you calm.”
“Can I see it?” Ari teased. She and Frankie had already poured their champagne, and Frankie’s hand slipped down her thigh, disappearing under the table.
“Dance first.” Lotto grabbed my hand. “But don’t have too much fun without us.”
“Can’t promise that.” Frankie smirked and moved his hand in a way that Ari’s glossy lips parted.
At this point, I didn’t even need to dance. I was ready to crawl under the table and force those lips to part for me, too.
But Lotto dragged me toward the dance floor, grabbing two flutes of champagne from a server who passed by. He handed me one, and we toasted before throwing them back. We set them aside, keeping to the edge of the swaying crowd for now.
“How are you feeling?” Lotto pulled me closer. His hips ground into mine in time with the thumping dance music. “Any injuries I should know about?”
I shook my head. “Nothing I can’t handle. You should ask River. Dislocated shoulders hurt like a bitch.”
“You can ask him yourself.”
Lotto nodded behind me, and I turned. River stood close by, a glass of dark liquor in his hands, his piercing blue eyes on me. He lifted his drink with a smirk. He wasn’t wearing a brace or sling, so either he was a complete dumbass or a tougher son of a bitch than I’d assumed. He crossed the crowd, pushing through gyrating dancers and screaming patrons until he got close enough.
“Good match, Bones,” he said. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail and his open shirt showed off his tattoos. I licked my lips, and he laughed. “Eyes up here, handsome.”
I ignored the heat in my cheeks and frowned. “I’m surprised you tapped out.”
“And let you completely ruin my shoulder? I don’t think so.” River eyed my and Lotto’s swaying hips before grinning and gesturing to us with his drink. “Keep him in line until our next match, Lotto.”
“Next match?” Lotto lifted a brow.
“We’ll see each other sooner or later,” he commented before slipping back into the crowd as fast as he had come.
I stared after him, slightly unnerved. Something about those deep blue eyes held too many secrets and left me tilted. Lotto pressed his lips to my jawline and pulled me back to him. I moaned when his teeth scraped over my chin.
“Would you fight him again?” Lotto asked into my skin.
The question was loaded. Lotto wasn’t merely asking if I’d step into the ring with River again. He was asking if I had considered Troy’s offer. I’d spent all night with it on my mind and still hadn’t reached a conclusion. There were too many factors to consider and not enough time to sort through them.
Instead of answering that question, I swiveled my hips against Lotto’s and let my head fall back.
“You know,” Lotto murmured, his hands and lips traveling up my skin. “I’m proud of how far we’ve come.”
“Who would have thought?” I smirked as we swayed to the music. “From the literal dumps to kings of Heathens Hollow.”
“I wish Pops were here to see it.”
I hummed my agreement. Dad would have fucking loved it. I could imagine him screaming in the crowd with Ari, Lotto, and Frankie. He likely would have clung to the steel cage and yelled some profanities at me in Spanish to keep my ass in the zone. Hell, he was probably doing that to some more poor kids at his gym right now.
“We should go visit him in Mexico City.”
“We’ll have enough money to do it.”
“More if we take Troy’s offer.”
Lotto eyed me as he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him. The sturdiness of his chest robbed me of breath. Every time we moved, his lips brushed over mine like a little tease. I squeezed at his upper arms to feel the taut muscles beneath his black dress shirt.
“Maybe we should take Troy’s offer if we can keep coming back here.” Lotto’s breath fanned my face when he chortled. He ghosted his hand down my front until he brushed over my hard cock. “You seem to like it.”
I moaned and flexed my thighs to keep from jerking into his hand. “You think I need a sex club to fuck you?”
My question made him smirk. “Who is fucking who here, Bones?”
“Don’t I get my reward?” I nipped at his lower lip. “I talked to Ari, so I think you owe me, don’t you?”
Lotto grunted and squeezed my cock again, darting his tongue out to trace over my upper lip. I opened my mouth willingly, our tongues tangling slowly. His hard cock pressed up against my thigh whenever he moved his hips.
“Then how do you want me, Bones?” His teasing question was nearly lost in the change to a song with even harder bass. “Bent over the DJ booth so everyone could hear you fuck me?”
The thought made me shiver and throb. “I wouldn’t say no.”
“Oh?” Lotto’s hands reached around to my ass. He squeezed and kneaded before pressing a finger into my crack. “How about I finger your ass right here? I think you’d like that.”
“Sounds like a reward for you.”
“You know how much I love your ass.” Lotto pressed harder and ran his teeth over my lower lip. “And everyone could see the only way to beat you is to fuck you into submission.”
“Only you and Frankie,” I answered breathlessly. “And maybe Ari, if she’s up for it.”
Lotto’s laugh reverberated throughout my entire body. “Is that the reward you want?”
“I want you to suck my cock, Lotto,” I demanded. “Don’t need a grungy bathroom when a perfectly good dance floor will do.”
I got a flash of Lotto’s smirk before he kissed me. His lips pressed hard against mine as he shoved me back. My back collided with the wall, and I barely caught my breath before Lotto dove in again. He kissed me until I was groaning into his mouth. When he bit down on my lip and swirled his tongue around mine, I tasted iron.
He pressed his hard body against mine while he groped every part of me. There was no teasing like back in our kitchen. Now it was pure lust. The smell of sweat and sex surrounded us and made our kiss even more insistent. Lotto dragged himself from my lips, licking and biting down the side of my jaw and neck. He forced my thighs apart with his hands so he could settle between them. His hard cock rubbed against mine and pulled a moan from both of us. My dress shirt clung to my sweaty body, and Lotto groped at my pecs, squeezing as he made his mark on my neck.
Lotto’s hands were everywhere. My arms, my sides, my ass. The sore parts of me ached, but the pleasure was just as good. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of my dress shirt so he could trace my tattoos with his tongue. My skin was on fire; Lotto carved a path of flames with his teeth and tongue all the way down to my pecs. He rolled his tongue over my nipples through my shirt. I moaned and held his head close as he bit and sucked through the fabric. He fumbled with my belt and practically tore my pants open.
Even though he said no more teasing, every touch sure felt like it. He didn’t touch my cock, and I throbbed so hard it was almost painful. But Lotto groped everything else, a smirk on his lips as he added more wet spots to my shirt. He wanted me to beg. Just like I had years back at those grungy clubs.
“Isn’t this supposed to be my reward?” I ground out and bucked my hips toward him.
Lotto’s low hum vibrated into my skin. “I can’t have fun?”
“I don’t consider this fun.”
I grabbed his wrist and forced him to grab my aching cock, and he traced my length through my silk boxers. His laugh was hot and breathless.
“I do,” he said simply and kissed me again.
He kept grabbing me through my boxers. Slow and teasing compared to his insistent kisses. Between the heat in the club and the pulsing in my body, I couldn’t breathe. I gasped as Lotto pulled back, and in a moment of clarity, forced him down by his shoulders. Lotto bent easily. Maybe he was as ready as I was. With nimble fingers, he pulled down my pants and boxers just enough to let my cock spring free.
I was already leaking. It grew even worse when Lotto ran his tongue up my shaft. That fucking tease. I tried to force him forward again, but he reached around to smack my ass. A warning. This was his reward to give me. I grunted out of frustration but removed my hands from his shoulders. Instead I cupped them behind my head and tilted my hips forward a little more, arching off the club wall.
Lotto kept his eyes on me as he licked everything he could. My length, my balls, my tip. My thighs shook to keep me still. He dug his nails into my skin and took me into his mouth. I almost came instantly, too wound up from all his earlier teasing. He bobbed his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, his moan vibrating throughout my length. I jerked into his mouth, my hips moving of their own accord. Fuck, his mouth was always so good. If I wasn’t careful, tonight would be much shorter than planned.
Through hooded eyes, I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. He darted his tongue out to taste me before taking me fully again. Every so often, the tip of my cock hit the back of his mouth and ripped a moan from me. My release was starting to mount, as much as I wanted to keep this going. But then Lotto smacked my thighs and popped off of my cock, his smirk brighter than the strobe lights.
“Someone’s enjoying the show,” he murmured and took me into his mouth again.
I looked to my right, and my breath caught. Ari and Frankie stared at us from our VIP booth, both splayed out on the couch portion. Ari’s dress was rolled up around her waist and her underwear were already off. Frankie’s fingers disappeared into her cunt over and over, but their eyes were locked on Lotto sucking me off. Holy shit. A chill ran through my body. I couldn’t hear it, but I saw Ari’s lips part into a moan as she dipped her head slightly back.
This wasn’t enough. As much as I loved Lotto, I needed more. I needed all four of us. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him off of my cock. His eyes flashed but softened when he saw my expression. When Lotto glanced over at Ari and Frankie, Ari lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers, telling us to come closer. Lotto chuckled and pushed to his feet.
“Change your mind about a reward?” Lotto darted his tongue along mine so that I tasted my own salty juices.
I nodded. “We promised to celebrate together.”
“Just like old times.”
I stuffed myself back into my pants as best I could, even if my cock angrily throbbed at a lack of release.
I grabbed onto Lotto’s arm and pulled him in for one last kiss before smirking. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we both get our reward before the end of the night.”