Chapter Two
West
"I can't wait to see you, baby," Sherry's nasally voice screeches through the phone, immediately awakening a brutal pounding in my temples. "I miss that juicy cock."
I almost hang up on her there and then. Sherry knows full well what we are. I don't do the whole label bullshit. I fuck. Hard. And I move on. Don't get me wrong, Sherry's hot as fuck, and her tits are the best for a tittie fuck. But you can only fuck someone so many times before it loses its appeal.
"What do you want?" I grumble, my teeth clenching in annoyance.
I can almost hear the pout her lips have undeniably taken. "West, baby, don't be like that. I haven't heard from you all holidays. Did you even watch the video I sent y-?"
I hang up on the slut. Yes, I saw the damn video. Her and Holly sucking some lanky prick off together. I deleted that shit straight up. If I wanted to watch a porno, I would watch a fucking porno. None of that amateur bullshit, either. I'm talking double D's, deep-throating, and gang bangs. Not some high school slut's idea of making someone jealous .
Not that I needed porn in the first place. If I want my cock sucked, I get my cock sucked. My father is a rich fucker. He owns a multitude of Australia's biggest enterprises, the Mazzuchelli's Hotel franchise being the most profitable and known. Inherited, of course. He could not have earned that job if it slapped him in the face. I don't know why Pop didn't just hire some smartass nerd to run the show for when he stepped down, not that he ever got the chance to do that before he died. He probably would have been much more successful and less of a manipulative corporation if he had.
"Queen Bee craving some dick again?" Brett Leacher asks from opposite me.
We are on the jet home (private, of course) from our two-week holiday on the Gold Coast, the party central of Australia, where the chicks are hot, drunk, and down to fuck. Honestly, I have never seen so many plastic tits and asses in one room before. Don't get me wrong, I love a fit body, but natural beauty is a hell of a lot more of a turn-on than the fake dolls we Dukes attract. That's me and my boys. The Double Bay Dukes; Brett, Lawson, and I. We come from the richest families in Australia and are set to inherit billions of dollars upon graduation. We are the most eligible bachelors in the country. Yeah, we are high school students, but people know not to fuck with us.
"Damn slut's getting on my nerves," I reply with a nod. Yeah, Sherry is hot as fuck, she is the most popular girl in school, and she comes from money. That doesn't excuse her bullshit bantering. I would put her in her place myself, but the bitch would think she has won. I will have to get the football boys to tag team her. Get her on her knees, where she fucking belongs.
Lawson chooses that moment to rejoin us from the private bed chamber, shirt slung over his shoulder and jeans still unzipped. I can see the fuckers semi trying to pop out. The two flight attendants follow him, both wearing sly smiles as they dab around their mouths with a damp cloth. One of them has missed a spot; a pearl of cum sits by her right eyebrow.
"What did I miss?" Law asks, finally zipping his prick away.
Brett shoves a handful of potato crisps into his mouth and replies, crumbs flying everywhere. "Sherry's thirsty."
"Shit, that slut is getting a big head," Law says, flopping into the seat beside mine.
I shrug, "I'll get the footy team onto it. "
Brett nods, shoving more chips down his gob. The two hostesses sashay past as they head to the cockpit. Law gives them each a slap on the ass as they pass.
I roll my eyes. We have just spent two entire weeks surrounded by naked birds and sloppy pussies, and this motherfucker still isn't sated enough to turn down a quick blowie from the two perky blondes.
"You guys hear the news?" Law asks, flicking through his phone.
"Nah, man, what's new?" I twist the top off a mini Jacks and chug it down before reaching for another.
"Apparently, there's a new chick starting tomorrow."
I scoff. "That school has enough fake bitches. Any new girl won't be anything more or less than all the other attention-seeking whores."
Brett scrunches up his empty chip packet and lobs it at the rubbish bin.
Law throws his hands in the air, "Leacher scores the winning goal!" he calls. "But seriously, bro, fresh pussy is fresh pussy. As long as she has got the looks, I got the goods, and I'll give it to her any which way and more."
"Until it's been trashed by the entire school," I counter, scoring my own rubbish-bin goals with the now empty bottles .
"And that is why us Dukes will get in first," Law says joyfully, still glued to his fucking phone.
Brett grunts in agreement. The quiet fucker barely ever has anything to say.
One of the flight attendants chooses that moment to pop out of the cockpit.
"Pilots getting ready for the descent, is there anything I can get for anyone before I strap in?" she chirps, eyeing each of us in turn with longer-than-necessary looks. My cock twitches at the attention, the horny fucker. I am tempted to get in a quick blow myself, but my stomach curdles when I spy the drop of Laws' jizz still stuck to her brow.
I wave a hand dismissively, and she nods before retreating.
"Turn your phone off," I say to Law, clicking the useless seat belt around my waist.
Law screws up his face as if ready with a retort, but one look from me has him scoffing and powering it down. There is no need to remind Brett; he is a stickler for electronics on planes. I had already turned mine off after Sherry's call, not wanting to listen to the damn thing ring over and over as she tried to call me back .
Leaning back in my chair I close my eyes and prepare for landing.
The airport is bustling with activity. Businessmen readying to conquer a sale, screaming kids excited to see an actual airplane, and silent wives keeping their traps shut until their husbands find better uses for them.
Brett's taken the lead, prowling through the crowd like a goddamn movie star, the crowd parting respectively as they see him coming.
Law groans from behind me.
"Hot damn, that's Katie Nixon! She used to hang out with my sister." He sighs, "She will always be that one sweet pussy that got away."
I glance over to the girl and secretly agree. I would take her so hard against a wall she would be waddling for days. Some pompous marshmallow stands next to her, one who looks like he is trying to score for himself. I smirk; good luck, big fella.
Just then, I feel fingers slithering up my arm. Turning, I see Holly Hawkins. Yeah, that Holly. Sherry's porno co-star .
I pause. Fuck it. First, the blonde on the plane and then juicy Katie; there is no way I am turning away from Hot-throat Holly.
Changing course, I slip my arm around her waist and guide her towards the ladies, slinging an "I'll meet you soon" back to the boys.
Before the door even closes, I have got Holly by the throat and pinned against the wall.
"On your knees."
Holly smirks as she obeys, cool fingers already expertly freeing my cock.
As she closes her mouth around my length, I groan and take her thin, blonde locks into my fist. She is leisurely licking and teasing the tip, but I ain't here for any bullshit. I slam my other hand to the back of her head and pump my hips forward fast.
"Mmhmm, fuck yes," I growl, fucking her face for all its worth.
My balls are tightening, and I am ready to blow when a stall door slams open.
I look up and lock eyes with the most intense and unearthly green eyes I have ever seen. That is all it takes before I am slamming deep into Hollys' throat and releasing my load with a hoarse groan, my limbs trembling. All the while, I take in the beauty staring at me as if I am a bug beneath her boot.
Her lips are plump and an alluring, dusky pink that blends into her caramel latte-colored skin, like a perfectly blended painting. Her hair is a wild mane around her face, a wavy, chocolate brown that bleeds into dark honey as it cascades past her perky little tits.
Hot-damn.
Holly huffs and taps my thigh. I do not deign to respond. Keeping my eyes locked on the wildfire in front of me, I slip my cock back into my pants and zip up.
And then she opens her mouth.
"Fucking welcome to Double Bay," she snarls to herself, flipping me off and turning to the sinks.
I cannot wipe the smirk off my face as I exit the bathroom, leaving Holly to continue bruising her knees on the floor as she gapes at my back. But I have already forgotten her.
That chick was a fucking demon disguised as an angel, and I pray to whoever the hell is running this shit show that I see her again.