Miss You Never

4. Blue-Horned Devil

There’s something about your heart being broken that makes you want to strip everything that makes you, you…. and just say fuck it.

That’s why I chopped off all my long blonde hair and now don a sharp brunette bob that grazes my shoulders.

That’s why I threw out all my cutesy dresses in favor of black jeans, ribbed tank tops, lacy bras, and a dark leather jacket.

That’s why I dumped all my clear gloss for a bright red lipstick.

That’s why I got an IUD with the intention to fuck every single one of his friends.

Maybe even send him a little video of their cum dripping out of me. There won’t be a day that goes by where he won’t regret what he did to me. I’m going to make sure of that.

It’s been years since I’ve stepped in a club. Now I”m a nearly twenty-seven-year-old marketing executive that considers a late night watching movies at home. But some things never change. The weird clammy air that has a distant foul stench to it. The dirty floor that’s barely visible under the dark lights. The overwhelming loud bass that makes the songs almost impossible to distinguish.

I will never understand why people frequent these places, especially for a quick hook-up. Sipping my club soda, I watch for my target of the night. According to the status Keegan posted on my brother’s social media app, he’s been here for approximately thirty minutes. I bounce my knee on the stool, wondering if that’s enough time for him to find someone else and take her home.

When my phone vibrates for the fifth time, I pull my phone out of my back pocket with an eye roll.

Shrimp Dick Asshole

Where are you?

Jen, this isn’t funny. No one has seen you in days.

Come home, please.

Seriously Jen? You’re just going to ignore me? Real fucking mature.

I love you, please. I need you. I can’t be without you

I scrunch my nose at the last message and quickly turn off my phone before I have the urge to reply. He definitely can be without me enough to land his dick in my sister’s pussy, so he can fuck right off. The only two people I care to talk to right now know where to find me. It’s not like my sister has even bothered to reach out to me either.

“Clingy boyfriend?” the bartender asks, leaning on the counter towards me. He’s cute and has a boyish charm to him. If I wasn’t hellbent on my plan, I might even stay and flirt with him.

“Ex-fiancé. He cheated but somehow I’m the bitch for leaving him.”

The bartender shakes his head. “He probably realized that one-time fuck wasn’t worth everything he’s losing.”

I shrug, looking around again and smiling when I see the unmistakable shine of Keegan’s blue-tipped blonde hair.

“Yeah, well. That’s not my problem,” I tell the man, pushing off the bar without another word and making my way to the sole purpose I came out tonight.

Keegan’s dancing with a cute, petite redhead, their hips swaying perfectly to the music. I watch for a few seconds, mesmerized by how free they move and jealous that they’re so in rhythm with each other.

“Keegan,” I rasp as I step up to them. He glances up from where he’d been kissing down her neck and blinks at me, his eyes a little blurry in a drunken haze. His eyebrows furrow and he has a small frown.

He stops dancing and pushes the redhead away. She glares at me but skips off without another word.

“Do I know you? Something familiar about you,” he says. I”m surprised his words aren’t slurred. I hold back the sarcastic retort of asking if he remembers all the girls he’s fucked. It’s a joke I used with him often when he hung around Jared and me.

“We’ve seen each other around,” I tell him, stepping up and wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands grab my hips and press me closer.

“I don’t know how I could ever forget you, gorgeous,” he purrs into my ear, pushing a leg between mine to guide me into a slow dance. The way he takes command of my body gives me a rush of adrenaline and charges the air with a tension I can taste on my tongue.

“That’s because the first time we met, I rejected you. But you said if I ever changed my mind, you would be around,” I whisper into his ear.

After high school, something shifted in our relationship. During the first semester of college, Jared kept most of his fraternity life separate; choosing to conceal our relationship for months before my mother asked him why I hadn’t been at any of the events. He changed his tune real quick about hiding me. Looking back, I should have questioned it, but I had been too happy to have time to myself and not be draped over his arm like a prized cow.

So the first time I met Keegan, Jared had dropped me off at the entrance of a bar and went to find parking. Unaware I was his best friend”s new girlfriend, Keegan hit on me. When I politely told him I wasn’t single, Keegan offered to be a rebound when it eventually didn’t work out.

“And you changed your mind?” Keegan”s soft laugh fans across my skin.

“Yeah, I have. I’m looking for a rebound fuck.”

Keegan jerks back at my words, staring at my face. “Is this a dream?” He slides his hand between us as if to check he’s wearing pants.

“Let’s go back to your place,” I suggest. My smile wavers at his hesitation and has me wondering if I’m pushing too far too soon. Everything I know about him has led me to believe he’s an easy lay.

“Fuck,” Keegan groans, palming his mouth as he nods. He reaches out and entwines our fingers together, pulling me towards the exit of the club. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m not going to question it.”

Luck has nothing to do with it. And he won’t be counting his lucky stars when he realizes who I am in the morning.

He pulls out his phone, ordering an Uber for us. Once that’s done, he turns and pulls me into his chest. “I’m afraid if I let go, it’ll be like you weren’t real.”

I laugh. “No need to charm me, buddy. I’m a sure thing tonight.”

Keegan raises an eyebrow and smirks. “No charm, huh? How about if I’m filthy instead,” he says, his hand sliding under my jaw to tilt my head up and his lips kissing my ear gently. “Tell you I don’t know if I can wait till we get back to my place. I might need to taste your sweet pussy in the car, make you come so hard I drown in your juices.”

My nipples pebble at his words. God damn, he’s good. Jared wasn’t one for dirty talk, so I’ve never had a man talk to me like this, and I gotta say I fucking love it.

“Jesus. You’re very bold,” I mutter.

He stills, staring at me as a wary expression flashes on his face. “It’s mostly just talk.”

“Hmm. So you taste me in the cab. And then what?” I breathe, wanting the confident man who just declared he wanted to eat me alive.

Keegan smiles before leaning down and nips my earlobe again. I shiver, my hands clutching his shirt. “And then as soon as we get through the front door, I’m going to have you on your knees. Shove my cock so far down your throat you can’t breathe. Your tears will be so beautiful.” He licks my cheek and I gasp.

Holy hell, I think I might have underestimated Keegan. I knew he was a womanizer, but I figured it was his good looks that got him into so many beds. My severe lack of experience, outside of my pathetic ex-fiancé, is making me realize how incredibly plain Jared was.

“Please,” I whimper. Keegan groans and releases me.

“Fuck, babe. You’re making me so damn hard right now.” He crushes his lips onto mine.

My nose scrunches at the use of ”babe.” I’m not the biggest fan. At least if he’s kissing me, he can’t open his mouth and say more dumb nicknames. I would hate for him to kill my current high and the small amount of hope I have that he’ll actually make me come.

A loud honk startles us, and we pull apart. The driver waves from the car and Keegan chuckles, his fingers never leaving mine as he leads me to the impatient man.

“Rick, man. You scared my date,” Keegan says, opening the door for me and I slide into the backseat. The fact that he is on a first-name basis with an Uber driver gives me the skeeves a bit. It shows that he has done this enough to become that familiar and reminds me we definitely need to use a condom.

The driver blinks at Keegan, unamused. “I’ll try to push it more gently next time.”

Keegan smiles and places his arm over the back of my seat. I tilt my head to glance at him. “Rick gives you rides often?”

He shrugs, pulling out his phone and turning the screen to me. “Maybe. I’m not sure.”

My cheeks flush at the driver’s name in caps across the displayed Uber app. I’m a judgmental bitch. Fingers pull at the end of my hair and Keegan leans down to whisper into my ear.

“You still want to fuck?” A peace offering that he’s not offended by my assumption.

A shiver runs down my spine and I nod. “More than anything.”

We barely make it through his apartment door before his lips are back on me. I wrap my arms around his neck, hitching a knee over his hip as he backs us into a wall.

His hand slides under my shirt and lingers right under my breast. He pushes into me, pressing his large, hard bulge into my center. I moan into his mouth, absolutely giddy at having someone else’s hands all over me. I’ve never been this turned on, and I swear if I had a dick, I’d be sporting the biggest boner right now.

Keegan”s hand slips to my ass, squeezing it so hard that I gasp. He picks me up with one arm, and I wind my legs around him as he carries me. His lips don’t leave my jaw and down my neck as he walks and I’m dizzy with arousal.

He kicks the door closed behind him when we make it to his bedroom. Our gazes lock as he slowly slides me down his body, and my feet touch the floor. His tongue rolls over his bottom lip.

“Last chance,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine.

“Didn’t I say I was a sure thing?” I dip my hand into his pants, grabbing his thick, rigid shaft. My pinky brushes against something metal and warm, and I pause.

“Piercings, babe,” Keegan murmurs against my neck. His palms are kneading my breasts.

I’ve never heard of such a thing. Perhaps it’s because of my inexperience, but I’ve never thought about piercings near that part. And it”s not something discussed openly in the circles that Jared and I associated with.

“Can I see?” I ask, swiping my pinky against it again.

The soft breath of his chuckle fans across my cheek before he steps back. He grabs the back of his shirt by the collar and rips it over his head. Then he shucks his pants off, tossing those across the room. It leaves him in black briefs, his tan-toned body on display.

His beautiful tattoos are sporadically spread over his thighs, abdomen, and biceps. My pussy clenches at how attracted I am to the man in front of me. He is sin, everything about him. The cocky smirk on his lips, the slide of his hand as it moves to the waistline of his underwear, the confidence as he pushes them down and fists his magnificent dick, the six metal balls lining up on the underside of his cock from his base to nearly his tip.

“Your turn. Strip,” he commands.

I do so quickly, watching in amusement as he takes in my black lacy bra and matching underwear before I take them off.

“You really were looking to get laid, weren’t you?” Keegan teases.

He steps back into me, pressing his hard length into my belly as his hand tangles into my hair and tilts my head back. His mouth devours mine, his tongue invading and tasting me.

My fingers claw at his shoulders, and my leg raises to his waist. He grabs onto my knee, pulling me closer as his leaking tip rubs against my center. He’ll have to lift me again to line us up. And when he lets go of my head, I figure that’s his intention.

I press a hand to his chest, detaching my lips as I pant. “Wait... wait. I’ve never been with someone pierced. What’s the best position to feel it?”

His pupils dilate. “On top. Wanna ride me?”

He drops my legs and turns me to face the bed, smacking my ass with a light tap. Walking around, he pulls the nightstand open and rummages before cursing. “Hold on. I gotta grab some condoms from the bathroom,” he says, charging out of the room.

I hesitate for a second before I bend over and grab my phone from my jeans on the floor. Hurrying to the nightstand, I set it up against the lamp, making sure the camera has a full view of the bed and press record.

When heavy footsteps fall on the wood, I leave it and hope it’s positioned correctly before climbing onto his bed. I kneel in the middle when Keegan appears in the doorway. His hands curl around the top of the frame as he looks at me with a somber look. The muscles of his arms and abdomen flex as he stands there, but my attention falls back to the thick cock still hard and resting against his thigh.

“Bad news. I’m gonna have to run to the store and grab a box.”

I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and smile. “I’m on birth control and I just got tested last week. I’m good to go.”

His thumb rubs across his mouth and I know there’s a chance he’s declining. Honestly, his uncertainty to go bare gives me peace of mind. But there’s a selfish part of me that wants to feel his cum inside me.

“Fuck,” he grunts and then strides toward me. He strokes his cock once he gets to the side of the bed and I grin, biting down on my lip.

I pat down on the mattress, and he smirks as he lays down. Climbing over, I straddle him and kiss him. His hands hold my waist as our mouths move against each other.

Rocking my hips, I press my slick folds on his warm, hard length, and he groans at the friction. His fingers trail to my ass, cupping my cheek as he moves me against him. I leak all over him the longer we kiss, my pussy throbbing with need.

Keegan pulls away, looking down between us and tapping my ass to lift. He fists his cock and holds it up and I slowly sink down on it. My mouth falls open at the stretch of every inch filling me, my head falling back when the piercing drags along my walls. A hot mouth sucks my nipple and I jerk, impaling the rest of the length inside me.

“Oooh… fuck,” I groan, pulsating around his massive cock. Keegan’s full attention is on my chest, fingers pulling and twisting at my nipple while he devours the other breast. I need the time to adjust to him anyway, but his hand slides to my neck and pulls me to face him.

“Put your hands behind you on the bed. Let me fuck you,” he commands.

I glance over my shoulder and lean back where my palms rest near his ankles. My breasts jut up in the air, and I swear the position pushes him deeper.

Keegan grabs onto my waist, right above my hips, and pulls me towards him as he thrusts up. My arms nearly collapse and I claw at the sheets to stay upright. I lose my vision as my eyes roll back in my head at the immense pressure of him driving into me over and over.

I roll my hips when I catch onto the rhythm and his hand slips lower to thumb my clit. My body trembles as he pounds into me. His heavy breathing and guttural groans as he thrusts send me over the edge.

His name falls from my lips as I come and he curses, picking up his pace through my orgasm. My pussy clamps down on his cock as it grows inside me, and then warmth explodes as his cum spills.

“Oh god. I can feel it,” I cry out, shocked by how his cock throbs as he empties himself inside me. His hands slide to my back, pulling me up and into his arms before he finishes. My face drops into his neck as both our chests fall with heavy pants. I curl my fingers into his hair as our mess slowly leaks from my pussy, dripping and gathering where we’re still connected. The sensation sends shivers across my skin.

Keegan pushes the hair sticking to my forehead away and kisses down my cheek till he finds my mouth. I kiss him back, a little sad that it’s already over. Granted, we’d been teasing each other the entire ride here, but I want more.

“Want to clean up in the shower or I can bring you a towel? Or we can stay just like this till I’m ready again?” he says, nipping at my neck.

My heart skips a beat. “Again?”

He chuckles. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”