24. Headstand Antics
Headstand Antics
Salvatore
“Benny, you can kiss my whole ass and the anal lining. I did not sign up for this.” Bianca stands in front of the door, a hand on her hip, attitude ablaze in her eyes. “Why are you in here alone with a blunt?”
I take a pull. “I’m ready for the show.”
She sucks her teeth and cusses me out under her breath.
No one who values their life would dare talk to me the way she does. The fucked up part is I like it.
I’ve been rock hard since dropping my phone in the distribution facility Andrea runs.
It happened three times, prompting our employees to wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.
Andrea knew to stay off the camera feed, which shows off Bianca’s toned legs and bitable ass.
Her curves need a warning label. No one is safe in her line of sight, breaking their necks at the sway of the hips she uses to summon desire without trying.
Even now, as she stands with her arms crossed and her chin high, there’s no denying her allure. I want to possess her in every way.
“Take your freak ass to the main room.”
And fuck that mouth.
I take another pull of my blunt. “We made a deal.”
“To ask questions, not dress like this.” She motions toward the outfit I had Vittoria prepare.
Leather.
Fishnets.
Lace.
My kind of trouble.
The delicate lines of Bianca’s face twist. Eyes low and lips thinned, her glare snipes me through the red lights painting her face.
Fury is reckless on the wrong person. On Bianca, it’s controlled. Defiant.
“Get one of your other women to give you a show. I’m not doing it. Had me out here working a full shift like you lost your mind.”
“Jealous?”
She scoffs.
“I think you are,” I tease, daring her to face me. “Did you see the women I fucked? Made come?”
“You mean Lady Long Back who called herself educating me on your dick behavior?” Bianca huffs. Her stroll is slow, the flash of her toes in fishnets unlocking a foot fetish.
My dick stirs when she takes the blunt from my mouth. A smirk teases her lips as she wraps them around the paper.
“Is that why you kidnapped me, Benny?” Smoke curls through her nostrils. “You tired of looking at long backs?”
I roll my lips to fight a smile and groan at the weight of her thighs over my crotch.
She smiles. “Is that for me?”
Fuck.
“I’ll pay,” I grit through my teeth, about to crack at her lazy body rolls.
“How much, Benny?” Her nails dig into my scalp to pull back my head.
The price of your trip. Your mortgage.
“Bianca.” I try to still her hips, but she slaps my hands away.
When did I become a masochist, and why am I about to ask about her home loan?
Blame it on the weed or the scotch I nursed for most of the night. I planned to show Trouble who’s boss and am two humps from putting her on my life insurance.
Her grin stretches. “Don’t nut yet. Here comes your show.”
The chandeliers dim to shadows as the lights onstage wake. The hypnotic melody of Rihanna’s “Numb” floats through the speakers toward Bianca’s sultry figure behind a curtain.
My nails dig into the oversized leather chair facing the stage at each dip and roll of the soft curves that have me on the verge of coming a second time.
I’m not ashamed to admit I fisted myself in the private bathroom before I sent for her.
Drugs and alcohol aren’t enough to stop Trouble’s sorcery.
I’ll be damned if she takes my pride and my money in one night.
Andrea laced my blunt with the shit that makes people see ancestors and stars.
It’s the only explanation for why I’m acting like it’s my first time witnessing a beautiful woman or getting a private dance.
I’ve fucked Bianca, folded her up and forced her pussy to bend to my will and the curve of my dick.
I’m a crime boss, for fuck’s sake.
I almost swallow my tongue at Bianca on her knees, crawling down the stage. I don’t know when she found the time to train her ass to do tricks while working in human resources, but minchia. Her thighs widen and her hips roll to pop her pussy on the floor, waving her ass like a flag.
Andrea and I went to discos when we lived in the States during university. We still go on the occasional business trip. Trouble’s moves deserve a Vegas residency and a holiday special.
What did you put in my blunt?
My dick jerks at Bianca whipping her braids in a circle as she smacks her pussy.
Andrea
Strung out already?
You have no idea.
Heat reaches up my throat as her body rolls into a low squat.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Up.
Down.
Up.
My eyes dance over her round globes in fishnets, twerking to the beat. She spins to face me, her hand on the strings between her breasts holding up her corset.
Jingling bells replace lyrics about going numb.
What the fuck is State Farm?
Bianca’s cheeks turn pink. “YouTube commercial,” she giggles.
The bark of laughter that comes out of my mouth surprises me. I don’t laugh or smile, but I do both with ease around the woman two-stepping on stage during an ad about insurance.
I relight my blunt and blow smoke at the ceiling. My back slouches against firm leather as I widen my legs for the temptress who crawls down the rest of the stage.
Bianca is perfection.
Beautiful.
Confident.
Frustrating.
Incomparable.
A fucking problem.
I shudder at her hands splayed over my thighs. Her fingers burn my skin and inch closer to the bulge stealing her attention. She bites her lip and stares at me from under long lashes.
The small of her back arches, accentuating her ass. Bianca spins to offer her cheeks and the strip of leather covering her thick pussy lips to me. With her forearms planted on the carpet, she lifts into a headstand—fishnets and heels raised—to clap her ankles.
Between my high and thinking about Trouble nonstop since she found her way into my bedroom, my control unravels into primal need.
“Benny,” Bianca pants at my growl.
I’m on her, arms wrapped around her waist and the ass that’s been teasing me all night. I’ve never done cocaine, but I drag my nose from her back hole to her pussy on a long inhale.
“Benny?” My name is a tremble on her lips. Her words stall at the first swipe of my tongue down the leather landing strip shining under red lights.
“Stay still.” My first and last warning rides under the music.
I stretch my hands across the bottom of her thighs until I tear the fishnets away to lick her skin. She earns a pussy slap when she moves.
“Hold your legs.”
With her legs spread and flesh bared, I grip the leather covering my snack and slide it to the side.
“You’re soaked, Trouble,” I say over her pussy, slick with her arousal. “Stay still for me.” I flatten my tongue in a slow skim of her entrance.
“Benny,” she moans.
I kiss her lips. “You like that, baby?” I kiss her again. “You enjoy teasing me?” My thumb presses into her clit.
Bianca whines.
“Stay fucking still.” I lap her cream. “You thought you were running shit?” She is, but I won’t admit it.
I spit, dig my fingers into her thighs, and bury my face in her pussy. My mouth moves from her lips to her ass, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit. Bianca writhes beneath me, her legs resting on my knees for leverage to grind into my face.
My grip tightens as I suck, my lips closing over her clit. She bursts in my mouth when I add two fingers.
“Ooh, sir! Fuck!”
“I am fucking you,” I growl, nipping her flesh. My tongue joins my fingers in search of another one. “Come for me again.”
Trouble puts up a fight to stall the orgasm chasing the first but crumbles at the pressure and the speed of my hands moving over her. In her.
“Sir!” Her body thrashes before she squirts.
Clear, colorless fluid spills over her pussy lips and thighs, which I lick clean. I take my time savoring her as I caress her soft skin.
“Benny,” she whimpers.
“Let me take care of you, baby,” I say through open-mouthed kisses over her quivering thighs.
Bianca practicing witchcraft with her pussy is the only explanation for this addiction. My draw to her makes no fucking sense, but I can’t get enough and would spend the rest of the night tongue-kissing her pussy if she let me.
Definitely witchcraft.
“Please, sir.”
I release my hold for Bianca to roll out of her headstand. She sits between my legs, eyes wild, her breathing ragged. I grab the back of her neck at the same time she reaches for me. Our kiss is rough. Possessive.
“Go get changed so I can take you back.”
She scurries to her feet and out the door.
I flop against the chair, my heart seconds from punching through my chest.
That woman is fucking dangerous.