2. Indi
INDI
“Bottle service?” Haze scoffed, leaning against the door frame. He watched, smoking a blunt as I packed my suitcase, sulking. “I don’t understand why you can’t work behind the bar with me…or work management.”
I slammed the suitcase shut with a loud sigh.
“Because,” I snapped, turning to look at him.
Our cat meowed, waddling into the bedroom.
I looked down, helping the overweight cat climb onto the bed, straining at how heavy he was.
He purred, crawling around the bed and picking at the suitcase.
“Bottle service is something I have a lot of experience in.” I patted Kush’s head, turning to look at my brother. “Especially at The Burnout.”
Haze’s jaw clenched. “There are other jobs. Hell, you could just be an everyday party goer who happens to run into our targets.” He took a long drag.
“Normal people can only get so far in the club. Aside from bottle service, no one gets to step into VIP. And as for other jobs, ha. There’s nothing else I can do.
I have no experience bartending, and we both know working together in such a closed space isn’t exactly the best idea.
” I smirked. “I wouldn’t be able to focus.
” I grabbed a second bag, tossing it onto the bed.
I reached over and unzipped it, giggling as Kush crawled inside.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to stay with Felix and Dream. ”
Haze’s breath hit the back of my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, the smell of weed hitting me as he held the blunt between his lips. “I can behave myself.”
I nearly snorted, feeling his growing dick press against my lower back. “No, you can’t.” I swallowed my own growing excitement.
And neither can I.
He spun me around gently, blowing a cloud of smoke into my face. “So ask to work management.”
My brows furrowed at his stubbornness. “And what good will that do? I can’t keep an eye on the guests or get close to the targets if I’m in some back office punching numbers. How am I—”
Haze roughly pulled me close, pressing into me, holding the blunt away. A low, vibrating growl rippled from his chest, and I felt my knees go weak. “I don’t want anyone getting close to you.” He leaned in, kissing my neck.
“Ahh,” I moaned faintly. “Haze…” I tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. “Stop it…I need to finish packing. So do you.”
I felt his lips curl, his hot breath making my skin prickle as he whispered into my flesh. “Make me.” His mouth met mine as his hands traveled beneath my clothes, gliding along my skin.
“Haze,” I whined. “I—” He bit my lower lip, cutting my words.
Fuck…I don’t have time for this…even if I really fucking want to.
Haze reached around, picking my body up as he held me close, carrying me across the bedroom and into the living room, throwing me down on the pool table.
I looked up at him and huffed, plucking the blunt from his mouth.
“Really?” I took a large breath, letting the smoke fill my lungs before blowing the rest out across his face.
“I thought we learned our lesson with pool tables.” I coughed faintly at how strong the strand was.
He grinned, kissing me again. “I don’t mind breaking another.
” He reached under my skirt and stroked me delicately.
“Come on, little sis,” he moaned. “Use that charm of yours and make me stop. I dare you.” He moved faster, playing with my excitement.
“Unless you’d rather let me win…again.” His green eyes twinkled at the thought.
Oh, you cocky little fucker.
Despite how good he felt, I pushed my hand against his torso and forced him back. He only watched, smiling as I sat up and crawled to my feet. “You want to play dirty? Fine.” I spun my twin around, slamming him back against the pool table. “I can play dirty.”
Haze took the blunt and opened his mouth to speak, but quietly shut it as I gripped his waist. “Indi,” he groaned, leaning in to kiss me.
“Uh-uh.” I stopped him with a giant smile. “You don’t get to kiss me.”
“Oh?” He raised a brow. “And why is that?”
My fingers reached down, unlatching his belt.
“Because.” I unzipped his jeans and reached beneath them, gripping his hard and swollen shaft.
He moaned down at me, biting back how much he enjoyed my touch.
I played with his dick a little before slowly dropping to my knees, keeping my eyes on him.
I carefully freed his dick and licked my lips at how the tip was already dripping.
And while I stared up at him, I whispered. “My mouth is going to be occupied.”
“Indi.”
I leaned forward, extending my mouth wide until it was nearly out of socket, dropping my tongue.
He spat a few beads of excitement onto my tongue as I slid my mouth along his shaft, listening to how good it must’ve felt.
He held the blunt in his mouth and gripped the edge of the pool table, leaning into me, watching me struggle to take him, the corners of my mouth burning from how tight I was around him.
And even still, he refused to look away.
That’s right…keep those eyes on me, big boy.
I spread my legs, perfecting my position as I swallowed his precum and slowly moved my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling his bulging vein.
Haze pushed deeper, knocking the tip of his dick against the back of my throat.
Light choking noises escaped from the corners of my mouth, followed by my low moans.
Smoke clouded the air around us as he raised the blunt and reached down, twisting his free hand through my hair, tugging it tight. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned, taking another drag.
I smiled with my eyes and forced myself further, bobbing up and down his shaft with enthusiasm. His face twisted as he watched me devour him. I moved faster, saliva dripping from my mouth as he guided me, fucking my face.
That’s right…treat me like your naughty little slut…make me choke on that dick.
Haze held nothing back, roughly thrusting into my mouth, enjoying the way my nails dug into his thighs.
He began to seep even more from the tip, dripping down the back of my throat.
He leaned back, smoking the blunt while pulling my hair and fucking me harder and harder.
It wasn’t long before I could hear him struggling to hold back his moans of excitement, knocking the top of my mouth as he flexed.
Oh no you don’t.
My mouth contracted around his shaft, squeezing and sucking the shit out of him until he couldn’t resist me any longer.
“Oh…fuck…fuck…fuck!” Haze cried out, spewing hot cum down my throat as he completely lost it.
He completely lost himself, aggressively slamming into my mouth, fucking me even harder and faster.
The legs of the pool table scraped against the floor as I reached down and began to touch myself, feeling my own orgasm growing.
Yes…that’s right…don’t stop. Don’t stop.
My moans vibrated down his shaft as his cum mixed with my saliva and began to drip down my mouth, even though I had already swallowed a mouthful. He was coming so hard, holding nothing back. And I fucking loved it.
My climax began to grow, my pussy dripping along my fingers as I moved faster. Haze must’ve noticed, because within the blink of an eye, he suddenly pulled his neck for my mouth, his cum stringing all down my face as I sat there, cheeks flushed and panting, begging for more.
“No,” I whined, swallowing more of his cum. “Don’t stop…please.” I looked up at him with heavy eyes, tears sitting in the corners from how painfully amazing he was to suck off. “Please.”
Haze grinned, stroking the last bit of his orgasm in front of me, moaning as he smoked the blunt. He spat a few more ropes of cum onto my face before catching his breath.
“Haze,” I gasped, ready to come.
He bent down and blew a cloud of smoke across my face. “Sorry, little sis.” He leaned in to kiss me, but instead licked the wetness from my chin. “But bad girls don’t get to come.” He leaned back with a cocky smirk.
What…no. No!
I crawled to my feet, but before I could even open my mouth, he spoke. “I saw you being greedy, fingering yourself.” He returned his dick to his pants. “I told you not to start something you couldn’t finish.”
I stood there, sexually frustrated at how he was being. “But I was about to finish. I was so fucking close!”
Haze continued to smile, stepping closer to me. “And where’s the fun in letting you play by yourself?” He grabbed the tip of my chin and pulled me towards him. “Bad girls don’t get to come.”
I immediately shoved him back. “If that’s how you want to be, fine.
I'll finish myself.” Haze grinned at my temper, watching me stomp away when a knock at the door stopped me in my tracks.
I turned to look at him, but he just stood there, leaning against the pool table, smoking his blunt. “Who is that?”
He shrugged. “Whoever it is, I bet they’re here to take us to Felix’s.”
Already?!
He stood from the table and walked over to me, stopping directly next to me. “I’d say you have time to finish things…but you’re still packing, aren’t you?”
I turned to face my twin, glaring up at him. “You think I won’t finish with someone else here?” His smile fell at my threat. “Besides, you still have to pack. So I have plenty of time.”
Haze clenched his jaw. “You need to learn to pay closer attention to things, little sis.” He stepped closer.
“‘Cause I’ve been packed.” My eyes widened at his words.
“Oh, that’s right. I never even got a chance to open my duffel bag.
So really, the only one who needs to hurry is you.
” He blew more smoke across my face. “I know you can finish fast, but not that fast.” His grin returned.
I bit back my reply and simply turned to walk away when he slapped my ass. “Hurry up now. Wouldn’t want to keep whoever that is waiting.”
I glared at him.
Oh, I’m going to fucking remember this.