14. Rex
Barring Threads, who was off on his escapade, and prez, who had his own house with his old lady, the rest of the brothers were in attendance, some drunk off their asses already, a few of them, Sly and Sonic, nursed beers that would probably last all night. They weren’t big drinkers—I wasn’t a drinker at all—it’s why we got on so well. I had enough of drunks when I was a kid having a dad who woke up every morning and drank Bud for breakfast.
Women strutted about in various states of dress. Tits hung out like they were in the Rio fuckin’ carnival. Just a normal night at the clubhouse.
Singling out a little blonde who was otherwise unclaimed and seemed to be in charge of all her faculties, I pointed at her, crooking my finger in a universal gesture of “come the fuck here”.
She followed me to the back, where the rooms were. Plainly decorated bedrooms lined the hall, a place for us to drop and chill if we didn’t want to go home. Though most of us lived here permanently, having no need of a full time place when here was much more convenient. When I wanted some peace and quiet, there was always the open road.
Shrugging off my cut, I hung it carefully on the back of my chair before I dropped to the bed fully clothed. The woman who looked nothing like Mia, not even the color of her hair—which was too dark in my opinion—shut the door behind her, a smirk of satisfaction on her face like she was lucky. I didn’t even know her name, neither did I want to, I wanted a body to fuck and release the tension in my dick, and since the woman I wanted wasn’t available, then whatshername would have to do… for now.
“Take my dick out.” I knotted my hands behind my head, closing my eyes and waiting for the inevitable. The jangle of my belt buckle was the only sound over the heavy breathing of whatshername.
“Um, Rex, I?—”
“Don’t worry about it,” I huffed out, it was always the same thing from women when they first saw it. Worry it wouldn’t fit, fear it’ll hurt… it never did, and they weren’t screaming in pain when I eventually fucked them. “Take it out,” I demanded. I wasn’t here for conversation with her, she just needed to get me off.
Her hand was cool as it wrapped around me, pulling the length from my jeans and softly stroking it. I imagined a different hand, longer tapered fingers and warm to the touch, gripping me, and I shuddered.
“Suck it.” She hesitated at first, her tongue stroking over the tip and lapping up the first bead of pre-cum that was Mia-induced. Her moan sent a wave of ice over me, it didn’t sound right, and I didn’t want a club slut sucking me off tonight… I wanted someone else. “Don’t make a sound when you blow me,” I ordered.
Her eager face ducked to enclose me, and I shut my eyes to imagine another blonde, a different mouth licking the length of me. Already I had that familiar tingle at the base of my balls riding me, but her light licking wasn’t enough to push me over.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I moved her face up and down, my cock moving in and out at a quick pace, jabbing at the back of her throat and feeling her gag around me had me shooting my load deep in her throat. “Unh, Mia.” Her name was ripped between gritted teeth as I imagined choking the pretty nurse with my cock and watching her own throat move as she swallowed every drop.
Whatshername pulled back, swiping at the corner of her lips with a dainty finger. “My name’s Wendy.” I was too tired to give a shit, I wouldn’t remember it by tomorrow, neither did I bother telling her that that careful move to clean her mouth hadn’t cleaned off the big wad of cum on her chin—she missed that part.
I leaned over and grabbed her a towel, chucking it at her. She caught it between both hands, a confused look on her face. “Clean yourself up and get out.” I climbed off the bed, leaving her to show herself out, and walked into the en-suite, closing the door between us. I needed a shower, and sleep.
Then tomorrow, I would restart my search for Mickey and give him a taste of his own medicine.