by Lane Hart
“Absolutely. Most are jocks or come from rich-as-fuck families with reputations to uphold, which means they have a lot of cash to spend for my…companionship and discretion.”
“Sort of cold and genius at the same time,” I tell him.
“What’s cold about getting paid for the sacrifices I have to make?” he asks. “I can’t be seen in public with any man I sleep with. I’m a dirty secret they come see late at night, and then I’m invisible in the day.” He runs his palm over his red cheek and chin while staring at Abel’s sleeping form that’s started snoring softly. “Or worse, I’m their fucking punching bag in public.”
“If it sucks so bad for you, then why do you do it?”
“Nothing else pays as well. And I enjoy being with men as well as women. At college it’s easier to find willing partners than high school, but still, there are only so many willing to indulge in their desires in the Bible Belt of the Deep South. The rest keep repressing them, lying to themselves until they’re married with a few kids and still unsatisfied.”
“You say that like you know a few married men from experience.”
“Not anymore. Freshman year, there was this professor. It was easier to fuck him than study my ass off to pass. But after that, I refused to sleep with any married guys.”
“That’s…decent of you. Still, there’s something about you, like you have a skewed sense of right and wrong.”
Cory flashes me a huge smile. “Maybe I do. I think you might be the same.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you didn’t even blink at the thought of coming up to a hotel room with two men you just met tonight, even after you found us fighting and assaulted us both with boots.”
“What can I say? I don’t like playing it safe.”
“And that is really fucking hot,” Cory responds while running his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip as his eyes roam over me.
“Mind if I get more comfortable?” I ask, reaching for the top button on my borrowed shirt.
“Not at all. The more comfortable, the better.” Cory starts undoing his own button-down, showing off his smooth, hard chest. His ivory skin obviously hasn’t seen much sun, but it’s not a bad thing. No, the flawless flesh makes him look like one of the sculpted statues in the garden. My panties were already getting damp before he says, “In fact, you should get naked and come sit on my face.”
That blunt request makes me laugh out loud. “Guess that answers the question of whether or not you like pussy.”
“Oh, I love pussy as much as I love cock,” he agrees as the shirt falls to the floor, and his fingers quickly undo the front of his pants. “But I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“Just tonight?” I ask, and he nods. I shrug, not all surprised. I’m not even disappointed since my goal is establishing something a little more permanent with Abel. “That’s fine, especially if you meant it about me going first.” Did Dubois ever get me off first? No, never. In fact, if I ever came, it wasn’t by his tongue but by chance with his cock inside me.
“You can go first, third, and last. It’s going to be a good night,” Cory responds.
“Wow. You don’t waste any time, do you?”
When he pulls out his long, hard cock, I really hope he’s not exaggerating. A night of distraction from blood, bullet holes in bodies, funerals, and grief is exactly what I need.
Judging by the never-ending string of unwrapped condoms that Cory pulls from his pant pocket like a magician and tosses on the bed, I think he may be telling the truth.
“What about him?” I ask, biting my bottom lip while nodding to Abel.
“What about him? You really care if he wakes up and watches us?” he asks with a knowing grin.
“No. Do you?”
“Not at all.”
“Good,” I say, thinking it’s going to be a long, incredibly hot night.
Chapter Ten
Abel
“Uh! Oh! Oh, god!”
A nearby woman’s moans wake me up from a deep sleep.
Shit, did I fall asleep during sex? It’s never happened before, but there’s a first time for everything, especially since sex hasn’t exactly been all that exciting for me lately…
No, I flex my hips, but it’s definitely a mattress underneath them, not a moaning chick.
My head is pounding in the same rhythm of my pulse, and my eyes are so heavy it takes a few tries to open them. When I do, I blink several times in confusion to make sense of the shapes across from me.
A lean, naked brunette with small, perky tits has her head thrown back in ecstasy as she straddles a man’s face. Her bare thighs and lower half completely hide his face. The rest of his huge body is stretched out nude on the bed. His arms are wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth, the wet, slurping sounds making it clear what he’s doing even though I can’t see it from this angle.
“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Yes!” she screams as her hands reach out to grip the top of the headboard for balance and to slam her pussy harder and faster on his face as she trembles all over through what is no doubt an orgasm. Not that the guy seems to mind her abuse to his face. His dick is so hard it’s pointing up toward the woman’s back, nearly slapping his flat stomach. Hugo and I both keep our junk trimmed up down there, but this dude is meticulous in his grooming, having waxed himself or some shit since there’s not a stray hair to be found.
Fuck, that’s hot, like he’s trying to make himself as pretty and suckable as possible.
Not that I…no, my mouth is watering for the pussy he’s eating. Nothing else.
The woman laughs and glances down. “Again, Cory? Jesus!” she exclaims before her head is falling back in bliss once more.
Shit. Now I remember.
Cory and I were brawling when the sexy bartender showed up and beamed us with her boots, busting my nose. Hell, it may even be broken since it’s still throbbing along with my temple.
But something else is throbbing a little harder much lower.
My cock is threatening to burrow a hole through the mattress as both of my fists grab handfuls of the comforter.
Wait, is that a blanket draped over me? My socked feet are hanging off the foot of the bed like someone took off my boots too.
I’m surprised the asshole didn’t strip me naked and have his way with me.
But nah, the bastard doesn’t look like the kind that has to force himself on anyone. I am a little disappointed I didn’t get to see any red pubes. Even so, naked, he’s bigger than I expected in the suit and ripped like he lifts weights regularly. Not to mention he has a nice, long dick. Mine’s thicker and more of an average length, not that I’ve ever heard any complaints. Cory’s, while leaner, is probably the perfect size to fit down throats and in tight places.
Dammit. I have to stop looking and thinking about the man’s junk. It’s just, with…wait, what did she say her name was? Sabrina? No, Selina. Yeah, with Selina riding Cory’s face, the rest of him is sort of just lying there on full fucking display. I can admire it all I want. No sneaking a quick glimpse here or there like during threesomes. I wish I didn’t find the male body attractive, but to me, some are just as arousing as any females. Not that I don’t love tits, ass, and pussy too.
Selina’s breasts are small handfuls, the perfect mouthful. Hugo’s always preferred stacked women, while I’m happy as long as there’s a nipple I can lick and make hard with my tongue.
Cory’s pecs are about the same size as an A cup, his nipple puckered…
Suddenly, he lets out a deep, masculine groan, and his right hand goes down to his shaft to start jerking off while his left hand squeezes Selina’s ass. “Last time, then I have to fuck your mouth,” he warns her in a growl before the slurping sounds of his thrusting tongue grow louder again.
“Uh! Uh! Ughh god!” she cries out.
Even from the other bed, I can tell her thighs are shaking with another release. Selina drops her hands from the headboard to gr
ab both of her tits, squeezing them as she trembles all over again. Wow, she is so fucking hot that I’m aching for relief.
“Mouth. Now!” Cory demands, sounding as desperate as I feel with my cock throbbing and my balls heavy. Grabbing Selina’s hips, he tugs her limp body down his own until she’s sitting straddling his thighs. From there, he sits up, putting his back to the headboard, showing his face for the first time since the moans woke me up. His lips are bright red and swollen, his goatee slick with her juices, swollen chest heaving with rapid breaths. He grips the back of her long, curly hair, urging her head lower none too gently until her face is finally buried in his lap.
The sound of her gagging nearly makes me explode. The back of Cory’s head slams against the wooden headboard, his eyes closed in bliss as his big hand on the back of her head guides her mouth’s movements on his dick.
“That’s it…oh yeah. Take it all. Faster! Fuck!”
His jaw tightens along with his abs like he’s getting closer the faster her head bobs. Several times he gasps as if she’s doing something really amazing. I can’t see because her big head of hair is in the way. With one hand planted flat on the bed, his biceps flex as he pulls Selina’s head tighter to his body with the other.
“Really…fucking…hope…you…swallow!” he shouts before his head falls back again. Eyes shut tight, his mouth opens wide as he makes a choked sound of pleasure. Selina works him faster while her ass sticks up in the air, begging to be grabbed or slapped or fucked. Yeah, she looks like she needs a good, hard fuck and is ready for it, thanks to how slick her pussy is from Cory’s tongue lashing. She’s sexy as hell. But then, so is he…
Cory’s back suddenly arches away from the headboard as his ass comes off the bed, groaning while his hips punch forward. The sound of Selina’s wet sucking sounds increases until the man gasps a final time. Finally, he goes still, collapsing as if whoever was pulling his puppet strings suddenly cut them all.
I’m so fucking aroused, jealous, and envious all at the same time, wanting to be him, to be her, or hell, just be myself and keep watching them fuck each other’s brains out while I jerk off. That would be the much safer option.
I relax my fisted grip on the comforter to start sliding my right hand underneath me and down to where my cock is pressing into the mattress. Squeezing my hard shaft through my jeans, I try and decide who I enjoy seeing naked more, wondering which of them it will be that pushes me over the edge, when Cory says, “She does swallow. Her mouth is a-fucking-mazing, Abel.”
My hand freezes on my dick as I glance back up at him. Of course, he’s looking right at me, a smug expression on his too-pretty face. The son of a bitch knew I was awake. Hell, he’s probably known since she was riding his face. Did he eat her out like that on purpose, making her scream and wake me up so I would look at him?
Selina sits back on her knees and glances over at me while swiping her fingers over her lips to wipe his cum from them. Then those naughty lips smile at me. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Hard to sleep with the noises you two were making,” I mutter, yanking my hand from my dick and pulling the pillow under my head closer, trying to pretend I’m cool when I’m about to explode.
Chapter Eleven
Cory
The fact that Abel didn’t jump up and run out of the room when I called him out for watching means he must be too horny to leave. Which is exactly how I wanted him.
“You want Selina to come over there?” I ask him with a smirk knowing he’s fucked.
“Leave him alone. He’s probably still too drunk to play,” Selina whispers to me.
Bullshit. The big, bad biker was about two seconds away from fucking the mattress or his hand. He woke up when Selina was on my face. I know because the snores stopped. He watched, and he loved every second.
When Abel doesn’t respond, I tell him, “Show her your dick. She doesn’t believe you can get it up so soon after you drank the bar dry.”
Obviously not one to back down from a challenge, Abel shoves the blanket off, rolls to his back, unbuttons and unzips his jeans, then pulls his cock right on out.
“Nothing soft about this gummy bear now, is it?” he taunts without looking up from his now stroking hand, causing me to grin at his confidence and his use of my nickname for him. Before, he had his hand on his cock and then let it go when I called him out. Glad to see he’s not going to pretend he isn’t worked up.
“No, it’s not,” I agree as I watch his pumping hand moving up and down, up and down. Finally forcing myself to look away, I reach for Selina’s jaw and caress it before telling her, “Why don’t you go ride the Savage King and see if he fucks as good as he looks?”
Selina combs her fingers through her curls, brushing them out of her beautiful eyes, and then peeks over at the biker, pretending like there’s a shy bone in her body while waiting for his response to that idea.
Abel sits up and takes off his cut, folding it up and placing it on the nightstand between our two beds. Then he lifts his hips to shove his jeans and boxer briefs off in one move, along with his socks. When he’s naked, he goes back to stroking himself and says, “I would let you sit on my face if you hadn’t busted it with your boot earlier.”
Selina laughs at that and then slides off the bed to go to his. Climbing up on the mattress, she throws a leg over his hips and runs her palms up his carved stomach and strong chest. I can’t help but wonder how good he feels under her hands.
“Can I kiss you, or is that too close to your injured nose?” she asks him. When he doesn’t respond, she asks, “Sorry, is that gross after he just came in my mouth?”
Abel sits up and strikes quicker than a snake, winding his arms around her back and head to bring her mouth to his.
Guess the taste of my cum isn’t unappealing to him. Good to know.
And while I’ve got a decent view of Abel’s muscular, tattooed back, I want a better one. I toss a pillow to the foot of the bed and then turn around so that I’m facing the other way. Lying on my side, propped up on my elbow, I can see Abel’s face from here. While he kisses Selina, his dark green eyes slit open and land on me as if sensing I moved.
I expect him to tell me to get the fuck out, but he doesn’t. He just holds my gaze while his tongue plunges into her mouth, right where my dick was, and his fingers lower to dig into her ass cheeks. As if he’s trying to tell me something, his fingers move lower, prodding her soaking wet pussy from behind. Her moan is muffled by his mouth. Then, he works that slick middle finger knuckle-deep into her puckered hole. Selina gasps, breaking their kiss.
“Missing something?” I ask, and Abel freezes, eyes wide, looking almost frantic for a second.
I find the string of condoms, tear one off, and toss it to him.
He catches it in his hand. “Oh, right,” he responds, making me wonder what else he’s missing…
What was that blatant ass play about? Is the big, bad biker a bottom, craving something in his tight hole? Or was he showing me what he wishes he could do to me?
Not gonna happen, buddy.
Since Abel is still frozen in some thought, Selina frantically yanks the rubber from his hand and rolls it down his cock before their mouths collide again in a nearly violent kiss, despite the fact that his nose must still be aching. Guess he doesn’t mind a little pain with his pleasure.
Eventually, Abel loses his patience. Lifting Selina’s hips like she weighs nothing, he lowers her pussy down on his cock. It’s a slow descent at first, making them both groan as he slides into her body. But once she’s fully sheathed on him, Abel punches his hips up, making her cry out. A few more urgent thrusts follow, making it impossible for them to keep kissing. The whole time those intense eyes go from her face to mine as if taunting me. The look says he knows I want him and it’s never gonna happen.
The thing is, he has no idea how persistent I can be, how many other minds I’ve changed over the years.
“Mmm, Abel!” Selina moans as she holds on to his th
ick shoulders and leans forward to sink her teeth into one of them. “So good!”
He closes his eyes and throws his head back for a second, before watching me again. And not just my face. His gaze sweeps down to my dick that’s lying soft against my thigh but still long enough to swing around. When I fist it, Abel curses, and then he picks Selina up to flip their positions, slamming her back down on the mattress. They’re parallel to the headboard now, so I get a nice, long look at the huge, black Savage Kings MC skulled king tattoo spanning across his entire back – oh, and of course, his bare clenching ass.
The man is practically begging me to come over and put a tongue or finger in his tight, virgin hole. Too bad that’s not going to happen.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I won’t lay a hand or anything else on him until he begs me to. Otherwise, it’s pleasure in the moment and then a fist in the face afterward for having a regretful “misunderstanding.”
Selina
Abel more than lives up to the patches on his back.
The way he fucks can only be described as savage.
Good thing Cory got me so slick with his mouth, or it may have even hurt.
But no, there’s nothing but pleasure as the biker pins me to the mattress and takes out all the frustration, anger, and horniness on my body.
All I can do is hang on as he rides me hard and fast with my arms around his back, legs around his waist. The pleasurable, tingly warmth of another release starts building inside my core almost right away.
When Abel suddenly slows down, his cock not as thick and insistent inside me, I think he went without me.
I open my eyes and find him staring down at me, his green eyes looking…frustrated. He grabs my jaw in his strong hand. When I open my mouth for him, he shoves his thumb inside. I assume he wants me to suck on it, so I do, with enough suction to make him curse and his cock twitch inside of me.
