Dancing with the Devil

by James, Marie

  “I want to have some fun,” I tell her before tossing the shot back.

  As Xena stands and walks around the cage, my eyes once again drift to the action on the sofa. Kai is now buried in the woman he was eating earlier, and the man who I presume is Professor is still inside of him. It takes all the strength I can muster to keep my fingers out of my bare pussy as Kai shifts his hips back and forth, fucking into the woman on his forward thrust and taking Professor deeper when he pulls out of her.

  My sense of propriety over TJ is the only thing that pulls my attention from the lustful things going on around me. Xena leans in close, her hand resting on his forearm as she whispers in TJ’s ear. His lips turn down in a frown at first, but then lift in a menacing grin as she continues to talk, and they’re sparkling with mischievous intent by the time she pulls away, and he looks down at me.

  Without a word he walks around to the front of the cage and opens the door, offering me his hand to climb out. I falter at first, unsure if I want what he has in store, but another moan from across the room fills the air. It’s the needy clench of my pussy that draws me out.

  “Xena tells me you want to have a little fun,” TJ whispers in my ear as he holds me to his chest. The erection fighting to escape from his jeans can’t be ignored. “Is it okay to introduce you to a few people?”

  I nod even though I don’t think his introductions are going to include handshakes, full names, and casual small talk.

  “Jump up,” he urges as his hands go to my waist. I’m lifted from the floor, and my ass is settled on the top of the cage. He wedges himself between my legs, licking at my mouth before pulling his head back and looking me directly in the eyes. “You can stop this at any time. You know that, right?”

  “What’s going to happen?”

  “Introductions.” He gives me a quick wink before stepping to the side and turning to face the rest of the room. “Anyone want to introduce themselves to my girl?”

  I watch in horror as half of the room starts to stand and make their way closer.

  “Anyone with a pussy that wants to introduce themselves to my girl,” he clarifies.

  The men grumble and sit back down, but the women continue to advance, forming a line in front of the cage.

  “So fucking perfect,” TJ says as he grips one of my legs, holding me open. He bites his bottom lip as he sweeps his fingers over my soaked pussy. Gently, he pushes against my chest until I’m laid out on my back on top of the cage, ass so close to the edge, I fear I’d slide off if he wasn’t holding on to me. “You may come.”

  I’m trembling, needing him in the worst way, but he steps to the side, his warm hands still on my leg as Xena closes the distance.

  “I’m Xena,” she says as if we haven’t had numerous conversations in the past.

  Instead of reaching her hand out to shake mine, she lowers her head over my snatch. My eyes dart to TJ, finding him staring down at my face as Xena’s mouth covers my pussy. I jolt with the first touch of her tongue against my heated flesh, but within seconds I’m grinding down on her face. The woman has skills that rival TJ’s absurdly talented mouth.

  “You weren’t lying,” Xena says as she pulls her mouth back. My eyes drift from TJ down to the woman pleasuring me to find her grinning up at me. “I think the combination of your pussy and TJ’s cum is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

  Anticipation rushes over my entire body when she lifts her hand, running it down my splayed thigh, getting closer to where my pussy needs her.

  “Nope,” TJ warns when her fingers sweep over my tender lips. “Mouth only.”

  I frown as her fingers disappear, but she more than makes up for it when she flattens her tongue and dives back in. She doesn’t pull away until I come so hard, I see stars.

  “Perfect,” Xena praises as she nips at my inner thigh and stands to the side.

  Mirroring TJ, she holds my other thigh as Zoe steps forward.

  “I’m Zoe,” the MC Queen says as she lowers her mouth to me.

  Turning my head on the cage, I look over to find Lynch watching us. His eyes aren’t on me, but on his woman’s head as she devours me. There’s no jealousy, malice, or warning in his gaze. I could be anyone else on the earth because it’s his woman that turns him on. He only has eyes for her, and he allows this because it’s what she wants.

  Still wrung out from Xena’s filthy mouth, Zoe pulls away before she makes me come.

  “Nice to meet you,” she says with a wink before bouncing away and right back to Lynch’s lap.

  “She’s got a talented mouth, doesn’t she?” Cold dread washes over my body as I look up at TJ. “Don’t look at me like that, Envy. I’ve never experienced it. Never will. Just like Lynch will never lay a finger on you, but I’ve heard the stories of how amazing she is.”

  “She made me come once just from sucking on my nipples,” Xena says, and the tension washes away as we both chuckle.

  “I’m Vixen,” another woman says just as her mouth engulfs my pussy.

  I cum four times before the girls are done introducing themselves. When TJ tugs my hand until I’m sitting, I’m boneless, just a useless blob of skin.

  “Not so fast,” TJ says as I try to rest my head on his shoulder. “Do you really think it’s fair that you get to soak the face of damn near every girl here while I’m left with a hard-on?”

  “So tired,” I whine as my eyes flutter closed.

  “Every man in here is watching you, hoping that I’ll share you with them as well.”

  I stiffen against his chest.

  “I need to show them that you’re mine.”

  I nod my consent, thinking he’s going to lay me out and fuck me stupid. My pussy trembles with renewed delight at the thought, but instead of pushing me back down, he lifts me off the cage and pushes me to my knees. I look up at him confused as he pulls his impressive cock from the confines of his jeans and presses it against my lips.

  “Show them that you’re mine.”

  With my hands on my thighs, I open wide. TJ wastes no time shoving himself down my throat. My nose burns and my throat stings as he stabs into me, and I fucking love every second of it. The watery sight of his pleasure when I look up at him is almost enough to set off another wave of orgasms.

  “You filthy bitch,” he hisses as he pulls back, forcing his cock to fall from my lips. On my knees, I scramble after it, needing him back where he was. “Are you trying to embarrass me by making me come like a teenager?”

  He lifts me from my knees, but he doesn’t stop there. I’m floating through the air until he’s laying me out on my back on top of the cage. His fingers are wrapped around my throat at the same time he slams inside of me. The rough intrusion after all the clit-only stimulation sets me off, and I come around his magnificent cock without further provocation.

  Cheers ring out around the room as I squeal in delight. TJ smiles down at me, but the lust-filled grin is in stark contrast to the tightening grip on my neck.

  “All I’ll ever need,” he grunts as he slams into me in a rhythm that’s sure to leave indentions from the metal grid in my back for days.

  “TJ,” I moan, and like he can read every slight movement of my body, his fingers find me and strum my clit at a tempo that makes me explode again. Sound turns to an undecipherable hum, and my vision darkens around the edges until oxygen rushes back into my lungs when TJ pulls his fingers away from my throat.

  His beautiful face twists in anguish as he comes, his cock jerking with the force of his own release.

  “Jesus Christ,” I hear someone mutter on the other side of the room.

  “He came inside of her,” another says.

  “There’s another one off the market,” a girl whines.

  “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” an unfamiliar male voice praises.

  “I never thought I’d see the day.” This last one is in Lynch’s familiar baritone.

  TJ ignores them all. As if we’re alone and didn’t just perf
orm in front of the entire club, I’m all he sees.

  Chapter 36

  TJ

  “Hey.”

  I look down at my girl, terrified that I’ve taken things too far. She never told me to stop, but her neck is still red from the grip of my fingers. She came like a freight train, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to be okay in the aftermath. Holding my breath, I wait for the regret to show on her face.

  Kaci grins back up at me. “Hey yourself.”

  Relief washes over me

  “You’re mine,” I remind her. She squeezes her inner muscles, clamping down on my still half-hard cock. My eyes narrow as I push deeper inside of her.

  “And you’re mine,” she coos.

  And I am. She fucking owns every single bit of me, and I’m a better man for it.

  “And now everyone knows it,” I tell her as I pull back.

  The second my dick is tucked back in my jeans, I reach for her again, helping her sit up on the edge of the cage. I wait for her next move, so I know what needs to be done. When her head tilts back, my lips find hers and my fingers move to her center on instinct.

  Fuck, I love how damn creamy she is after I unload inside of her. She whimpers into my mouth when I slide two fingers into her.

  “You’re so fucking greedy.” I pull my mouth away before sliding my cum-covered fingers into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks them clean.

  The room erupts in cheers, and I smile when her cheeks flush a perfect shade of pink before she buries her face in my chest.

  “Tell me you’re fucking joking?”

  With my arms holding Kaci against me, I look to my left and find Legs standing there with her hands on her hips, glaring at the two of us. Kaci isn’t having it though, so I let my arms drop to her hips as she pulls her head back to see who is speaking to us.

  I expect an argument, or should I say I hope Kaci stands up for herself, claiming me as her own and threatening Legs harm if she so much as looks my direction again, but all she does is frown at the most recent woman who used to take care of my cock when it got hard.

  When she looks up at me, I realize none of that is needed. She doesn’t have to prove a damn thing to me. I have an amazing woman in my arms, and there’s nothing that can ruin tonight for me. She doesn’t have shit to prove, and she knows it. Hell, every person in this room, with the exception of Legs, is well aware of where Kaci and I stand.

  “Are you ready for bed, baby?” Kaci asks as she ignores the other woman.

  She has never called me that before, and fuck if I don’t love it on her lips.

  “Are you sleepy?”

  Her head shakes immediately. “I need more of your cum.”

  She’s in my arms and being carried out of the room a second later. Xena understands the brief look I give her, and I know by morning Legs will no longer be an issue as far as my girl and I are concerned.

  For all of her bravado in the living room, Kaci is dead weight in my arms by the time I close us into my bedroom.

  “Wake up,” I urge as I cross to the bathroom. “We have to get cleaned up.”

  It was hot as hell watching the girls suck and lick at her pink flesh, but I want her clean and smelling of no one but me. The shower hisses and sputters when I turn it on, and since I’m feeling generous, I wait for it to warm before stepping inside. It’s not very easy undressing while she clings to me like a spider monkey, but I manage. I do have to rest her on top of the vanity to pull her garter belt and stockings off. Sighing in relief as I unclasp her bra, her head rolls on my shoulder.

  Once we climb into the shower, she perks up enough to stand on her own, and we take turns lathering each other’s body up and rinsing away the suds. I grow warmer with each and every touch she allows me, and by the time I turn off the water, my skin is overheated.

  Her soft hand finds my cheek, and her tired eyes look up at me sleepily, and I’m fucking lost in her. She’s my north, my guidance, my very reason for existing.

  “You were made for me, Envy.” A soft smile teases her lips as she looks up at me. “I lo—”

  Her fingers immediately find my lips. “Don’t say those things to me.”

  “I can’t help how I feel.”

  “Don’t tell me. Show me.”

  So I do.

  I carry her to the bed, and I make love to her for hours the exact way we both need. We don’t stop until my back is bleeding from her fingernails and my own hands have left bruises all over her perfect body.

  ***

  “Baby,” I whisper to Kaci as I push a strand of hair from her sleeping face.

  She grumbles into her pillow as her face scrunches up from the hallway light.

  “Envy,” I coax, pulling the cover down her back and infiltrating the warmth she’s created by cocooning into the blankets I was remiss to leave a half an hour earlier. I’m freshly showered and hating that I’m going to have to leave her for a few days.

  “Why are you so hateful?” she complains and blindly reaches for the blankets.

  “You’re grumpy in the morning,” I tease, letting my lips drift over her bare shoulder.

  “Mmm,” she hums, turning over so her breast is even with my mouth.

  As much as I need to grab my shit and head outside, her naked body is too tempting to resist.

  “I have to go,” I whisper huskily before wrapping my lips around her nipple.

  When her fingers dig into my scalp, I give her exactly what she’s craving and bite down on the taut bud as it furls against my tongue.

  “TJ,” she moans, shifting her hips until the covers fall away from her legs.

  The bite marks on her inner thighs lengthen my already half-hard cock.

  “I have to go,” I repeat, but my mouth doesn’t leave her skin, and my eyes don’t drift from the slit between her legs.

  “Don’t leave me,” she pouts, and I love the sound of her begging. She did it several times last night.

  “I don’t want to.” The confession is made as I make my way to her other attention-starved breast. “But I have to work.”

  “Where are you going?”

  Her hips wiggle, and I lose my restraint as my fingers find the hidden heat of her luscious cunt.

  “Jesus,” I hiss when I find her drenched.

  My free hand is working open the top button on my jeans when a throat clearing in the doorway pulls my attention.

  Ronan is standing just outside of the room taking in the scene. “Briar is looking for you. All the guys are waiting outside.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt as he walks away. “I have to go.”

  “When will you be back?” she asks as she reaches for the blankets and covers up her delicious body. I swear a wave of depression washes over me. Being gone from her is going to be absolute torture.

  “A couple days.”

  “Days?” Fear fills her eyes as she reaches for me.

  After sucking her wetness from my fingers, I lean over and take her mouth. Her lips, the way her tongue slides over mine, doesn’t help my situation, but I’ll be damned if I leave without it.

  “Be a good girl while I’m gone and remember who owns you,” I warn against her mouth.

  She nips my bottom lip in retaliation, but there’s a soft smile on her lips when she pulls away.

  “Be safe and hurry back to me,” she pleads.

  I press one last soft kiss to her mouth. “Stay here where it’s safe. I’ll be back before you know it.”

  Chapter 37

  Kaci

  The next time I wake up, I don’t know how long it’s been since TJ left. I haven’t slept as good as I have the last two nights in as long as I can remember. There’s something about him, the safety he provides, and the calmness I feel in his presence that calms my soul.

  It only takes about ten minutes of lying in bed alone for the boredom to sink in before I’m reaching for my phone to see if he has texted since he left.

  The only message I have is from a number I don’t
recognize.

  Unknown Number: Your mother killed herself yesterday. You will be expected at the services.

  I don’t know how I’m expected to feel in a moment like this, but a sense of calm surely isn’t a normal way to react to news of a parent’s death. I knew the time would come when she’d take too many pills, drink too much alcohol, all to try to forget the pain our family has been through.

  I imagine most people would picture the good times they had with their parents. They’d remember happy birthdays and time spent smiling and having a good time. The only image my mind chooses to conjure is the tight, disappointed look on my mother’s face when I walked across the tarmac after being flown back to the states by that New Mexico biker club. There were no tears of joy or warm arms of a loving mother waiting to encase me in their safety. A brusque “your father lost the election” was all I got when I was within hearing distance, then I was ushered into a car.

  I climb out of bed and put on the sweats and t-shirt I was wearing yesterday before walking out of the room. Returning to my childhood home without my mother there as a buffer between my father and me is the very last thing I want to do, but ingrained family obligation dictates that I go. I’m reaching for the doorknob on the front door when I hear someone to my right.

  “Bye, bitch. Don’t come back.” I look to see Legs standing off to the side with a horrific sneer on her face.

  “Bye,” I mutter like I would have if it were anyone else there.

  By sheer muscle memory, I manage to order an Uber, go to my house, and grab my own car before heading to my parents’ place. Somehow, all without even remembering the steps it took to do so.

  Like an unwelcome guest, I knock on the door just like I have since I left home years ago. No one answers, so I knock again a little harder. This goes unanswered as well, but when I try the handle, the door opens easily. Feeling like an intruder, I step inside my childhood home.

  On my way here, I’d anticipated people all over the place, dusting, straightening, and making the house presentable for a gathering after my mother’s service. That’s what happened after Seth died. People from all over came to grieve and offer their condolences on such a tragic loss.