23. Wes
CHAPTER 23
WES
Now I realize why Julie was so forgettable. Desperation emanates from her pores like a cloying perfume, and she’s so damn fake and over the top that it makes my skin crawl. Not to mention her gag reflex is far too sensitive for a dick the size of mine.
At least she brought a friend with her, so the minimal work I put in to get it wet tonight isn’t a total loss. Her friend’s gag reflex is non-existent, so I can fuck her throat to my heart’s content.
It’s still a poor substitute for what I really want, though.
The sight of these girls on their knees in front of me doesn’t elicit half the reaction that watching Ava swallow Ford’s cock did. That mouth of hers was made to suck dick– I should know – and the sight of her slurping on Ford’s like a pro was all it took for me to finally cave and take Julie and whatsherface into the loft to play.
Can’t remember the blonde’s name.
Doesn’t matter.
It’s not really relevant at this point, considering she’s already on her knees blowing me. Julie’s right beside her, fondling my balls and licking around the base while her gal pal puts in the real work. Since I clearly prefer her mouth around me over Julie’s, the latter is just desperate to be included, doing all she can to prove herself so I’ll still fuck her after, even though she can’t suck dick worth a damn.
Maybe I will. Sex is like a religion for me, and I’m a devoted practitioner.
These girls are doing a shitty job at holding my attention tonight, though, and I have an image to uphold. Guess I should probably throw around some sugar to steer this train back on its track.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” I murmur, stroking the blonde’s hair away from her face. Her gaze pings up to meet mine, eyes lighting up at my praise, and I give her a little wink of encouragement.
That seems to do the trick. She suddenly starts bobbing up and down my shaft with renewed enthusiasm, her tongue swirling against the underside as she takes me deeper. Julie sucks one of my balls into her mouth, trying her best to impress me and earn her own words of affirmation. As I watch the two of them worshiping my cock on their knees, the boredom I was beginning to feel lessens.
It’s just getting good when the door to the loft suddenly swings open and Ava stumbles inside, looking like a deer in the headlights when she takes in the sight of me being serviced by the women at my feet. For a second, I think things are about to get a whole lot more interesting, but then she spins around and retreats in a frazzled panic, yanking the door closed behind her.
Not so fast, sweetheart.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I keep my gaze trained on the door she just departed through. If I know my friends– and I do – then she’s not about to be relieved of whatever task they set her to just because I’m in here getting a blowie. Ava is our newest toy, and Raf never learned how to play nice. It isn’t a question of if he’ll break her, but when .
I’m honestly surprised she’s lasted this long.
The blonde continues slurping on my dick like nothing happened as I eye the door with amusement, counting down in my head.
Three… two…
Right on cue, it slowly opens again, Ava re-entering the loft hesitantly while making a point to keep her eyes trained on the ground.
I sink my hand into the blonde’s hair, punching my hips forward. “Come to join us?”
“I have to get Raf a drink,” Ava mutters begrudgingly, still refusing to make eye contact as she raises an empty tumbler in her trembling hand.
“Go on, then.”
Ava’s gaze finally lifts to meet mine and I tighten my fist in whatsherface’s hair, thrusting deep into her throat as I tip my head toward the bar in indication.
Ava’s eyes briefly flicker down to the girl on her knees in disgust, as if she wasn’t just in the same position for my friend. She’s still clad in only jeans and her bra– which isn’t surprising since she decided to show up here tonight dressed like a fucking nun– and a pink flush creeps across her chest and up her neck as dips her chin to avert her eyes again, scampering toward the bar.
Yeah, this definitely just got a whole lot more interesting.
My cock thickens in the blonde’s mouth, growing almost painfully hard as I watch Ava cross the room and reach for the decanter of whiskey still resting upon the counter. She uncaps it and pours some into the glass while my eyes tour the soft curves of her body, appreciating the way the denim hugs her round ass.
“Grab me a beer?”
Ava whips her head around to throw me a death glare over her shoulder as she replaces the lid of the decanter.
“Get it yourself,” she hisses, a spiteful gleam of defiance blazing in her eyes. It’s the same look she had when she was on her knees for me the last time we were in this room together, and it’s fucking addictive .
My lips tip up in a smirk as I rock my hips forward, the head of my cock bumping the back of the blonde’s throat. “I’m a little busy.”
Ava looks away with a huff and I glance down at the girls again, grinning smugly to myself.
She totally wants me.
Julie shifts to kneel behind whatsherface, rucking her friend’s shirt up to expose her tits and squeezing them in her hands, trying her best to recapture my attention by putting on a show.
I grunt in approval, relinquishing my grip on the blonde’s hair to let her take the lead. She wraps a hand around my shaft, drawing my cock out of her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head while Julie continues playing with the girl’s tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
Hearing Ava’s cautious footsteps approaching, I finally glance up to meet her eyes as she extends a beer bottle toward me. Her gaze locks tightly with mine, as if she absolutely refuses to look down at what’s happening below our waists.
The slurping sounds sorta give it away, though.
I reach out, my fingers brushing hers as I curl them around the cool glass of the beer bottle. “You sure you don’t wanna take over?” I ask tauntingly, tipping my head to indicate the woman at my feet. “I’m sure her jaw is getting sore.”
Ava’s face screws up in disgust and she yanks her hand away with a scowl, flinching back and stumbling a step. “Good thing there’s two of them, then.”
“Why not make it three?”
“You’re disgusting .”
I cluck my tongue, shaking my head. “Well, that’s not very nice, is it girls?” I ask, resting a hand atop the blonde’s head as she takes me deep into her throat again. “You don’t think I’m disgusting, do you?”
“No way!” Julie pipes up, licking her lips as she tilts her head back to sneer up at Ava. “Girl, you’re just jealous.”
Ava scoffs, whiskey sloshing from the glass in her hand as she turns on a heel and hightails it toward the door. She can’t get out of here fast enough, and I try to ignore the disappointment that twists in my gut when the door bangs shut behind her.
She may act like she despises me, but at least I don’t have to pretend with her. I don’t have to smile and sweet-talk and act like I’m a halfway decent human being. She already knows what I truly am.
Maybe that’s why I’d rather it be her on her knees for me right now, instead of these vapid bimbos.
I bury my hand in the blonde’s hair again, and with a few more harsh thrusts, I empty down her throat, squeezing my eyes closed to savor the sensation of my release.
This is the best I’ll feel all night, and somehow it still isn’t enough to staunch the flow of self-destructive thoughts that are constantly battering my brain.
When I open my eyes again, I find the two girls still kneeling at my feet, looking up at me hopefully. This is usually the part where I’d have them get me hard again so we can fuck. Suddenly sickened by that thought, I tighten my fist around the beer bottle in my grip and force a smile to my lips.
“I’m gonna drink this beer,” I say as I stuff my deflating cock back into my boxers, clocking the way their faces immediately fall in disappointment.
Shit. More sugar.
I reach out to trail the backs of my knuckles along the side of Julie’s cheek, staring down into her eyes intently. “Why don’t I watch you two play for a while, huh, gorgeous?”
Her face lights up again and she nods enthusiastically, turning toward her friend as I move away, striding over to a nearby sofa and flopping down onto it.
The two of them start kissing and rubbing up on one another as I sit back and take a swig of my beer, barely even paying attention to the scene playing out in front of me. I’m much more curious about what’s happening out on that balcony right now.
Ava may be resistant to my charms, but I’ll have her on her knees for me again soon. And this time, it’ll be willingly.