3. Riot
Riot
Threading my fingers through the woman’s blonde hair, I roughly push her head down on my cock until she gags on it. A joint suspended loosely from the corner of my lips, the sweet smoke hangs lazily in the still air above us.
A brunette kneels on the hotel bed behind me. She massages the knots from my right shoulder while she kisses along the left side of my throat. I reach up and squeeze one of her weighty tits.
She gasps at the pain and then moans.
“Set me up a couple lines,” I instruct her.
She climbs off the bed and prowls over to the table where she pours white powder from a baggie onto the glass surface in four straight rows.
The woman with her face in my lap rolls her tongue around my cock and slurps harder. I close my eyes, inhale from the joint and shove deeper into her throat. Concentrating on the sensation of having my soul sucked out of my cock, until I’m set to blow.
Like clockwork the images come; flashes of bare tits and blonde hair, of a woman’s thighs in my hands while she rides me.
My head spins, and my cock softens.
The blonde peers up at me. Tries harder.
Fuck. These. Flashbacks. For the briefest of seconds, I am frozen. I can’t breathe. I can’t stand the touch of the woman between my legs. I am fucking broken.
Then the second is gone. I take a deep inhale from the joint. I am Riot fucking Maddox. I’m a rockstar. This is bullshit.
Gritting my teeth, I grab a fistful of her hair and start fucking her mouth. Blonde women are an aversion I have no idea how to break. But tonight... I thought maybe I was messed up enough that it wouldn’t matter.
“Ready for you, Riot.” The brunette calls.
Pulling the blonde from my cock, I swagger naked to the table where I exchange the joint for the rolled up note the woman offers. I smile at my reflection and the white lines that cross it as I bend down and put the end of the note to one row. Inhaling the powder, I anticipate the rush.
It never disappoints.
Rockstar fame. Fortune. Drugs. And pussy. My life is a fucking dream. A new city almost every night. A new groupie in my bed. Or two. Sometimes three. So what if some random image from years ago plagues me from time to time? There are worse things that could haunt me.
Like candy bracelets. And the tick-tik, tick-tik, tick-tik of skateboard wheels. Cherry flavored lip balm. Arguments that ended in a tangle of limbs, that is until they ultimately ended in jealousy and betrayal.
The blonde image is from some dream I had. The others from a girl that walked away... two years ago. To the day. Neither of them matter.
I just need to fuck it out of my system.
The brunette presses her naked body to mine and winds an arm around my neck from the front. Her hand wraps around my dick. “You want me to…?”
I push her to her knees. “Get me the fuck off.”
She stretches her lips around my girth and picks up where the blonde left off. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobs up and down on my cock.
This time the images are absent. Fuck, yes. I rock on my feet; my neck arched as my balls tighten and my cum spurts down her throat. Hot ropes of it that she gulps up like a pro.
She peels off my cock and swipes a hand over her lips. Climbing to her feet she goes over to the bed where she dominates the blonde and starts kissing her.
That I can get on board with. Watching the two of them enjoy each other gets me hard all over again.
A commotion in the suite snags my attention. Voices; Bronx and a groupie. He’s asking her if she needs some pain killers. Something scrapes on the floor. She shrieks. “Don’t drop me.”
“Chill. You can trust me.”
“I know but—”
“Riot,” one of the women on my bed calls. “Come join us.”
“Yes, come join us.” The blonde pouts.
Something about Bronx’s groupie rubs me the wrong way. I scratch at the back of my neck as I stride to the bed, my cock swinging between my thighs. Whatever, I’ve probably had her at some point. They go for the singer first. If Bronx wants my sloppy seconds, he’s welcome to them.
“You take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”
Now, that’s interesting.
“Whoa,” Golden’s voice joins them. “Am I dreaming?”
“Unfortunately, you’re not,” her dry response is a kick in the balls.
Hand stilling at the base of my skull, my chest does something that rocks me to my core. An emotion I don’t have a name for anymore... like a heart attack. What the fuck is my ex best friend, my ex... everything doing here?
“I missed you too,” Golden says, a sour note to it.
“That’s not what I meant. Come here.”
How dare Bronx bring her to our hotel. How dare she come back into our lives after what she did to me. Us. The band. I can’t believe they would be happy to see the bitch who had the whole band on the outs with Carmine. She almost destroyed L.A. Riot.
My vision clouds.
“Come with me,” I order the women. They stop scissoring and disentangle from each other.
I sling an arm around each of them and swagger out into the shared space to find Bronx and Golden crowded around my ex. All three are on the couch, smiling and fucking around like old times until Golden notices me. He nudges Bronx.
Bronx meets my gaze over Kelsey’s head. His eyes hold a warning.
Kelsey glances over her bare shoulder. Why the fuck is she wearing nothing but a bra and panties? Her gaze is hard, but she looks away before I do. Takes in the girls with their hands all over me. Her gaze drops lower. An angry blush stains her cheeks before she turns her back.
I commit to memory every traitorous detail. She’s skinnier, ribs peeking out, cheeks gaunt, and eyes sunken. It appears she hasn’t eaten properly in a long time. She’s carrying exhaustion like a weight.
My feet almost move before I can stop them.
Her hair is longer, wild, and full of tangles. Like it was when we were teens. Back when she was my friend. My muse.
Not breaking my heart. Fucking vandal. How dare she still steal the air from my lungs and leave me unbalanced. Didn’t she steal enough from me before she left?
“Sorry, did we interrupt your party?” I turn to the blonde. “Grab us some waters from the bar.”
“Yes, Riot.” She peels away from me.
The brunette clings to me.
“No, brother,” Bronx says. “We’re waiting for Doc to get back to me.”
I nod. I have no idea why they need Sam. “Need to make sure she doesn’t have any diseases before you stick your cock in her? Smart. You have no idea where the bitch has been.”
Kelsey gasps as she whips around, rapidly blinking those beguiling eyes like she’s been slapped. Good. Fuck her for showing up here and fucking with my best friend. In my hotel suite. She should have stayed gone.
Bronx’s lip curls in disgust. “Careful, Riot.”
“Don’t be a dick, man,” Golden says.
“You always had a thing for Bronx.” Ignoring their warning, I narrow in on her though my words are aimed at him.
“No surprises there, right? But man, come on. Really? You can do so much better than my sloppy seconds. At least find someone who’s more than an anorexic has been who’s apparently taken up working the streets. ”
Bronx goes rigid.
“Oh yeah. Sonatina is probably the better choice when it comes to your leftovers, huh?” Her gaze flashes with anger as she keeps Bronx beside her. “I hear she’s easier to get inside of anyways.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I snarl. My dick wouldn’t get hard enough to stay inside her. The blonde hands me one of the bottles of water. I cup the back of her head and stick my tongue in her mouth. “Thanks.”
“Liar.” Kelsey tosses an ice pack on the coffee table. “This was a terrible idea. I’m going to leave.”
Good. Get out. You don’t belong here.
“But the party is just getting started.” I push the blonde down on her knees in front of me. Curling my finger around her jaw, I hold her unfocused gaze. “Suck.”
“Tell Doc not to come.” Kelsey softens her voice for Bronx. “Will you please help me up?”
“Only if you go get in my bed,” Bronx, the fucking traitor, tells her while he stares at me like he hates me a little. He’s been giving me these fed up looks more and more lately.
Kelsey’s gaze returns to the scene I’ve set. She watches the blonde bob on my cock, looking like she wants to puke, before turning back to him. “Bronx—”
“I mean it.” He picks her up and carries her toward his room. “You don’t have anywhere to stay tonight. You’re going to take my bed.”
“Such a gentleman,” I sneer at his back.
Anger and anguish cross Kelsey’s features. But there’s more than that in the way she peeks back at me. A brokenness that resonates in my own body.
I shove it away. I’m not the one who ended us. She doesn’t get to make me feel anything. Knotting my fingers in the blonde’s hair, I thrust deeper into her wet mouth.
She winds her arms around his neck. “I’ll stay, but only if you stay with me.”
“If that’s what you want…” he says gruffly, kicking open the door on the darkened bedroom. He glances back over his shoulder. “You’ve got something on your face, dickhead.”
The brunette licks my face and shows me the white powder dissolving on her tongue.
The door shuts me out.
“Way to go,” Golden says sarcastically as he stands from the couch. Stretching, he makes his way back to his room and the tonight’s double date he brought back to the hotel earlier. “I have far more fun things to do than watch you implode.”
I stick my middle finger up at him, but he’s already closing the bedroom door.
I focus on Bronx’s door. Why’d he bring her here? He had to know I wouldn’t be happy about it. And now they’re in his room...
If he touches her...
“Riot?” the brunette calls me back into my body.
Kelsey thinks she can come back into our world. I’ll remind her why she fucking left in the first place. I pull the blonde off my cock while I order the brunette to, “Bend over the couch.”
The brunette does as she’s told.
Grasping her neck, I line up and fuck into her. I wrap my other hand around the blonde’s throat when she stands next to me and crash our mouths together. I was planning to fuck that bitch right out of my memories. She can hear it all as I do.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell the brunette as I fuck her rough. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you, tonight.”