14. Eight Balls & Phone Calls
-Jade-
“Wanna come with me to Monty’s party?” He tightens his hold on my hips.
“I would love to, Blood Queen, but I’ve got to give Dario a ride back to the Academy,” He whispers, trailing his nose along my neck and biting my chin.
“Okay, so drop him off and come have fun with your Blood Queen.” he opens my car door and lifts me by my thighs, placing me in the driver’s seat. He caresses my cheek and licks the mark on my face.
“I’ll meet you there. Just text me the address and behave yourself until I get there.” I smirk, and he backs away, spinning around and climbing into his car. Shutting my door, I put the key in the ignition, and turn the engine on, looking over to make sure the guys exited the parking lot before taking another pill between my fingers and placing it on my tongue. I grab a Red Bull from my center console cooler, crack open the can, and take a gulp. Placing the can down in my cup holder, I connect my phone to the stereo and blast some Kehlani, “Gangster”, through the speakers. I peel out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell and head towards Monty’s daddy’s house on the lake.
I’ve been here for an hour, and there’s no sign of Jameson, so fuck it. I grab a vodka and Red Bull from the bar and head to the makeshift dance floor. Jeremiah’s “All The Time” plays through the speakers. The beat is so sensual that I slowly start moving my hips seductively, feeling the music deep in my bones. Closing my eyes, I bring my hands up in the air, touching my face and my body as I move to the music. I feel so good tonight. I needed that fight, and despite Dario coming in and ruining it for me, it felt good to hit him. I don’t want to think about any of them though. I just want to be numb. If the black beauties are what I need to permanently make the pain go away, then I’ll be hitting DC up in a few days. An arm comes around my shoulder holding a small vial of snow white, shaking it in my face.
“Want some, Jade?” Monty whispers in my ear. I take it from his hand and make my way over to the bar. There’s a girl laying on the bar topless. Unscrewing the vial, I tap it so the powder falls onto the girl’s nipple. I sniff the powder off the stiff peak, then suck it into my mouth to make sure I leave no residue behind. I divvy up another bump on her other nipple and repeat the same notion. Monty comes up behind me and moves my hair from my shoulder, pushing my head to the side so he can sniff a line off the curve of my neck. When he’s finished, he licks the path to my ear and whispers, “I want you. Let me finally get a taste.” I turn around and grab his dick. Why am I not surprised it’s hard? “Let’s play a game with her,” I point over my shoulder. Monty nods and tweaks my nipples, causing me to moan.
The coke in my system makes everything feel so good. Every touch, lick and flick. I need to cum and fuck. Monty pushes the girl’s panties to the side and divvies up another line along her slit while I ready a shot of tequila and a piece of lime. I lick above her slit and pour salt on it. My eyes connect with Monty’s and he sniffs the powder at the same time I lick the salt and take the shot, chasing it with lime. Monty grabs my face, kissing me, and I part my lips to allow his tongue in my mouth. He tries to deepen the kiss but I pull away before he can. He pours another bump of snow, this time on her clit, holding her lips open.
“Your turn, Cherry.” I smirk and sniff the bump off her little nub and suck it into my mouth, flicking it, causing the girl to moan. Monty steps behind me, gyrating his hips into my ass causing me to feel his hard-on. I grab another shot and he whispers in my ear, “Cherry, you want something stronger?” I turn and look at him and he winks. “What do you have in mind?” I ask curiously.
“Come on, let’s step into my office,” He grabs my hand, leading us away from the party. He opens the door to an office and walks over to the desk, opening it, he retrieves a small, zippered bag.
“Have you ever shot snow through your veins?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Na, can’t say that I have.” I retort, getting bored already. He unzips the bag and removes it’s contents. I take out my phone while Monty busies himself, looking to see if Jamie texted me yet. I see that I have an unread message from Hayden.
Hayden: You good? That guy paid me over 20k to get in the cage with you. You knew him right? Or do I need to go on a murder spree?
Me: I’m good Prettyboy, Thanks for looking out. I’ll see you soon.
Hayden: You got it Bikergirl.
Monty gently grabs my arm and ties a band around my bicep. “This will pinch for a second, but the rush is almost orgasmic. The high is so fucking intense. Enjoy Cherry,” he smirks as he taps my vein, inserting the needle into it. I throw my head back as I feel the drug rush through my bloodstream leaving tingles from my toes to my fingertips. He’s right, it’s so intense, all I want to do is fuck. Snow turns me on like no other. He gives me a minute before his lips fuse to mine. He sucks my bottom lip and I pull away.
“Let’s go dance,” I whisper, and he nods, taking my hand and leading me back out to the party. He wraps his arms around me as we head to the makeshift dance floor, he leans into me and whispers, “Come on, Cherry. Let me get a taste of you.” I turn in his hold and smirk.
“You think you can make me cum, Monty?” His eyes light up but I wasn’t done. I spin Monty around and whisper in his ear, “You think you can make me cum harder than he can?” I point to Jameson who does not look impressed. Fuck. I lick the shell of Monty’s ear before pushing him towards Jameson. He grabs Monty by the neck and drags him away, and because I’m a nosey bitch, I follow. Not like Jameson would just leave me out here by myself anyway. Jameson drags Monty into an empty bedroom down the furthest hallway. I enter the bedroom and close the door quietly.
“Lock it, Little Creature.” He commands. Fuck, looks like The Carver is here.
“So, Monty, from what I’ve seen, you have been touching and feeding my Blood Queen drugs all night. Do you know what happens to those who fucking touch her?” Monty’s eyes widen.
“Na man, we were just having some fun. She was into it. Sh-she was all over my stick.” He stutters. I fucking snort. Wrong answer, Monty. The Carver looks over to me, and he smiles. Shit. That dimple. I am so fucked.
“Want to explain to your latest boytoy what happens to those that fucking touch what is not theirs?” I shiver at the memory of the hand that caressed my face. The dead hand.
“They don’t live to tell the tale,” I say. He smiles wider, stepping closer to Monty.
“If you want to live to see tomorrow, you will get on your knees, Tom.” The Carver states,
“M-my name isn’t Tom.” Monty stammers.
“I really don’t give a fuck; I’ll name you whatever I please.” He takes out a knife from his jacket pocket, holding it to his throat. Monty does as he’s told.
“You’ll kneel there until I say otherwise.” He commands him. Monty doesn’t move a muscle. The Carver comes over to me, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. I moan, wanting him to squeeze tighter. I need to fuck, I need to feel his hands all over my body. Fuck, I just want to cum.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to behave while I was gone.” He breathes, licking the side of my face, causing my body to shudder.
“Fuck me, please,” I whine. I bet if he dipped his fingers into my pants, he would find me soaked for him. He narrows his eyes at me.
“You made me watch the little show you put on with Mike over there and that slut. Then you disappeared into a room with him and come out strung the fuck out. So now, you’re going to sit over in that chair while you watch the show I put on.” He sucks my bottom lip, releasing my neck from his grip. I huff. He raises a brow, and I do as I’m told, having no idea what to expect. I sit in the chair and cross my legs. He walks back over to Monty who remains on his knees. The Carver unzips his pants and takes his cock out. My eyes go wide.
“This is what happens when you let another man touch you,” he says grabbing the back of Monty’s head.
“Open wide, George and take this dick like a good little bitch.” He shoves his cock deep down Monty’s throat, holding his head there, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulls Monty up to give him some air, slowly moving his head up and down his shaft. The Carver moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Jesus Christ, why is this so fucking hot?! My pussy is fucking dripping. The only sound in the room is Monty slurping The Carvers cock and gagging on his length.
“That’s it Roger, suck me harder,” he commands. I slip my fingers down my pants and rub my clit in slow circles. Fuck, I want to cum already, I need release.
“Do you enjoy watching a man suck my cock, Blood Queen?” He asks.
“Yes I do, so fucking much,” I pant. I wonder if any of the others would do this with him.
“Rub your clit harder, pinch it, but you don’t cum until I do.” He groans.
“I need you to fuck me. I’m so fucking wet,” I whimper, pinching my clit again.
“Come here, let me taste,” he commands. I get up, walk over to him and slide my wet fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean, groaning. I grab a hold of Monty’s head taking over the motion, pushing his head down further causing him to choke, spittle seeping from the corner of his mouth.
“Fuck, Blood Queen, just like that.” He grunts.
“Anything for you, Master.” He groans even louder, sliding his hand down my pants and into my wet pussy with ease. Gasping, I throw my head back, and let Monty up for air, but not for long. I pull his hair up and down The Carvers length as he brings me to the brink of shattering my orgasm all over his fingers.
“I’m so close Master, make me cum.” I beg.
“Beg harder, Little Creature.” He commands. I hold Monty’s head down, forcing The Carver’s cock deep in his throat. His body starts to shake. I know he’s close.
“Please, please, I want to cum for you; only you.” The Carver removes his hand from my pants and uses both hands to shove his cock brutally down Monty’s throat, cumming with a guttural moan.
“You did well, Jerry. Now get the fuck out.” He growls. Monty gets up off his knees, wiping his face, and leaves the room without a backward glance. I look at The Carver and swing on him. I’m fucking pissed. I want his blood on my hands. Fuck this mother fucker. He grabs me by my hair and tosses me onto the chair. I just want to hurt him, I want him to bleed. My phone suddenly rings; it’s Rykers ringtone. I answer it.
“What?” I growl.
“Get to the warehouse by the mill. Now! Bring your boys. It’s time.”
“What?”
“Just fucking do it. We have Spade, and he’s in pretty bad shape,” he says.
“Be there in twenty.”
I look over to The Carver. Why am I so angry? I really want to shoot him.
“Call Dario, have him meet us at the Mill, then he can hop in with us. The club has Spade,” I spit. He doesn’t say shit. He takes out his phone and calls him.
I’m so enraged, violence is begging to come out. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I just want to burn it all to hell.