Chapter 9 #2
Rock pulled the short straw, staying behind with some of the other men to watch the clubhouse. Plus, he doesn’t trust Red not to make a run for it at the first opportunity.
Friday is one of our busiest days here. We attract a lot of businessmen who like to call in before going home to their wives.
I guess their wives have no idea their meetings don’t really run late, or that they aren’t stuck at their desks catching up on emails.
They’re actually sitting at a table, getting a stiffy over some other bitch’s tits.
Gears scrolls through his phone as he sits beside me.
“We’re supposed to be on alert,” I remind him.
He stuffs his mobile in his pocket and glances up. “Sorry, Pres.” He clicks his neck from side to side then picks up his beer and scans the room.
Slayer is across the table, his grin wide as he eyes the dancers. I narrow my eyes and wonder why the fuck I didn’t insist Rock come with me. At least I can trust him to get the job done.
Slayer sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles loud enough to get everyone’s attention.
“Siren, I got a nice hard seat for you to sit on,” he calls out, winking at her.
She shakes her head as Kitten laughs, nudging her playfully.
“Come on, Siren. Don’t be a spoiled sport. Come give us a little show,” he continues.
Some of the men nearby begin eagerly watching, a few whistling and calling more attention from other customers. Great.
Kitten nudges her again, nodding in our direction before giving her a gentle shove. Siren rolls her eyes but heads our way.
The DJ changes the song, and the low thumps of the ‘WAP’ by Cardi B fills the club.
The lights change colour, a dark red softening the glow as a spotlight lands on Siren, illuminating her as she moves towards us, slow and seductive.
The punters watch, and she’s got complete control of the room. Siren’s eyes are hooded as she approaches, circling the booth. Her hand glides across my shoulder, before she drops in front of me, grinding her backside into my crotch. I look away, focusing on the empty stage instead.
She pushes her hand up the inside of my thigh, leaning in close. I feel the heat of her at my neck, her panting breaths causing the hairs to stand up as her mouth finds my ear. She whispers the words to the song.
“I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp. I wanna gag, I wanna choke. I want you to touch that lil’ dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat.”
She straightens, and her tits practically touch my face as her long manicured nails dig into my kutte. She pushes off me, and I close my eyes and attempt to compose myself. I relax my jaw, swallowing hard. Fuck, Drifter, get a grip.
She saunters over to Slayer, and I exhale in relief, shaking my head to clear the thoughts that were beginning to slip in.
But even as she moves for him, I find myself watching her, unable to take my eyes off the way she dips her hips right before she straddles him, rubbing against him slowly.
Her eyes find mine, burning into my soul like she can read my thoughts.
Her tongue darts out, running over her lips before she drags her bottom one through her teeth.
My cock is straining so hard against the rough denim of my jeans that I have to adjust it. When she finally turns away, I’m relieved.
My phone buzzes on the table, dragging my attention away.
Hell: I need you. It’s time.
Thank fuck for that.
I need a release right now. Fuck our argument.
I shove the bedroom door open, closing it quickly behind me when I see Hell in the centre of the bed with her fingers busy and her head back against the pillows in the midst of passion.
She doesn’t sense me watching as her breathing hitches and her fingers work faster.
A moan escapes her lips, and my cock strains harder.
I push off my boots whilst taking off my jeans, my eyes not leaving her for a second.
Her hand glides up her body, squeezing her breast before she takes her erect nipple and rolls it between her fingers.
I fist my cock, watching the digits of her other hand dip into her perfect pussy.
I groan, and her eyes shoot open, connecting with mine.
Her chest heaves as a shudder pulses through her and her release follows. She takes her fingers to her lips, licking them seductively. My jaw tightens, and I move my hand faster.
She pushes to sit slightly, watching for a second with need in her eyes.
She exhales. “This doesn’t mean we are okay.”
I smirk, stalking over to the bed. “Fine by me.”
I snatch her hand and bring her fingers to my own lips, sucking them into my mouth, savouring her taste.
I swap my grip from her wrist to her neat ponytail, tipping her head back roughly and exposing her neck.
I drag my teeth over the delicate skin, feeling her pulse beating wildly. She needs this as much as I do.
Her hands grip my wrist, her eyes burning into mine.
Her mouth opens like she’s about to speak, but instead, she pulls me closer, and her mouth crashes against mine in a hungry, bruising kiss.
Her free hand wraps around my erection, and I hiss.
My balls tighten painfully. Her hand moves back and forth, and I jerk.
She smirks, and I grab her by the chin, my fingers pinching as I guide her to stand.
“Bend over,” I order, releasing her.
She does it instinctively, raising her arse in the air.
A breath leaves me as I smack her peachy arse, the need to punish her for the last few weeks riding me hard.
She looks over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly, silently challenging me for more.
My hand crashes against her bare skin again, and a bright shade of red spreads across one cheek.
She bites her lip, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she snipes. Her remark hits like cocaine, deadly but addictive.
I shake my head as a fire starts to burn in the pit of my stomach.
I bring my hand back further and release another blow. She jolts forward, a small moan escaping her. I push my fingers between her legs and find her arousal coating the inside of her thighs. My fingers glide effortlessly between her folds as I line my cock at her entrance.
I slide in gently first, allowing her time to adjust. She backs her arse up, letting me know exactly how she wants this. Fast and hard.
I pound into her fast, chasing my own release as her walls clench around me.
She claws the bedsheets, her body beginning to shake as I come hard. I grunt out my release, my fingers digging into her hips with each thrust. She comes apart seconds later, then her heavy pants fill the silence.
I sag against her, but she pushes me away, getting off the bed and swooping down to grab her dressing gown from the floor.
She wraps it around her body, tying it into place, then she glances at me with a look of disgust before heading into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
And just like that, we are right back to ignoring each other.
I flop down on the bed, fisting my hair in frustration.
How the fuck did we get here?