Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends

by Bellus, HJ

  “You can talk about it if you need to.” Dax downs a Crown and Coke.

  “I don’t need to talk. I just need pussy that doesn’t fuck with my head.”

  “Who is she?”

  “You wouldn’t know her.”

  “Nice, so you’re saying I haven’t sunk my dick in the bitch who broke my brother.”

  The bartender lines up shot glasses in front of them.

  Each brother picks up a shot, clicks glasses, and cheers to a new beginning. They put down three shots each.

  “No, go fuck the brunette who you had in your lap. She wanted you, and it will get your hormones under control.”

  Kam reaches into his pocket and passes the rest of the cards to Dax. He slams one more shot before he sets off to follow his brother’s advice. The women are still at the table gabbing or going through their phones.

  He walks straight up to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder and waving her to him. “Want to dance?”

  She nods and places her palms in his hands. Kam drags her to the dance floor and begins swaying her to the beat of the song blaring through the speakers. In this moment, Kam is the biggest fan of David Guetta as he wraps his arms around the cute little brunette and smashes her body to his. Her breasts press hard into his chest. He balls his fists into the material on the back of her dress, keeping him from ripping her clothes off in the center of the dance floor.

  Her hands glide all over his chest, and he can feel her nails drag down his shirt. Kam looks at her hands and follows their trail down his abs before they settle on his cock. She squeezes his hard-on through his dress pants and flashes him a look.

  “My name is Jules.”

  Kam bites his bottom lips as she continues to stroke him through his pants. The look she shoots him from underneath her long lashes nearly cause him to pass out.

  Kam snags her arms, pulling them up and around his neck, and leans down further, grabbing her ass pulling her into him. “Want to talk in the back, Jules?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Their rhythmic dancing stops immediately as he grabs her by the hand and guides her through the mass of bodies on the dance floor. When they reach the edge, Kam looks over to the main bar where he left Dax and sees him holding a beer up to him and giving him a cheer.

  Kam winks back, beginning to walk faster to the service hallway. It will be dark and vacant. With the first step in the long, dark hallway he loses all restraint and drags the girl into his arms. She wraps her legs around his middle and attacks his lips.

  Her smell is sweet and innocent and just the thing he needs. He grips her ass cheeks as he growls into her mouth. He begins exploring her mouth, dragging his tongue along the inside of her cheek. Jules sucks his tongue into her mouth and mimics sucking him off. When she drags her teeth along his tongue, it undoes him.

  She pulls back from his lips. “Well, are we just going to kiss all night?"

  Kam gently sets her down to her feet, Jules grabs his hand, and they walk a few more steps into the darkness. A dim light from the back room illuminates the hall just enough for body parts to be seen. Jules drops to her knees in front of Kam and her hands go to work at the top of his pants. Her gasp as he’s freed from his boxers makes him smile.

  Kam places his hand on her cheek and holds her face steady while he begins slowly stroking himself from the base of his cock to the tip. After several strokes he can no longer fight the urge to enter her mouth. He brings her face closer, wiping the tip of his dick along her lips. Her tongue darts out, licking away the pre-cum. He pushes himself the rest of the way until he can feel the back of her throat, and she takes it like a champ, not flinching once or backing away.

  Kam moves his hips, enjoying the sensation of her tongue and perfect suction on his cock. Jules peels away another layer of hesitation from him when she begins moving her head to her own beat. Kam wraps his hands in her hair and tugs.

  “I’m going to fucking blow.”

  Jules doesn’t stop her action and keeps sucking him hard and fast. Kam’s ultimate fantasy is being sucked off and blowing his wad in his partner’s mouth, but tonight he needs to fuck.

  He pulls Jules from his cock, helping her to stand.

  “I want to let you finish.”

  Kam pulls a silver packet from his back pocket and flashes it before her eyes. Jules’ face brightens, and Kam watches as she drags her panties down her legs and kicks them to the side. He rolls the condom down his cock, grabs Jules by the hair, and bends her over a stack of boxes.

  Kam nears her, rubbing his cock all over ass, and then dips it lower and finds her entrance. She’s wet and ready for him, and he sinks easily into her. He takes it slow, relishing the feel of being inside her. It’s not until he’s all the way in that her moans of pleasure register with him.

  “Fuck me, Kam.”

  His hips start a slow, seductive pace. Between not being with a women in weeks, the dark hallway, and fucking a stranger, he knows he won’t last long. Kam tries to stretch out the impending orgasm, but between Jules whimpering and his desire, it’s over too soon. He quickens the pace and slams into her over and over.

  The top box topples to the ground, as does Jules, but Kam’s quick enough to catch her before she face plants it to the floor.

  “Are you okay?” Kam spins her around to face him.

  “Yeah.” Her answer is breathy.

  He picks her up again, and before she has the chance to wrap her legs around his middle, Kam lowers her slowly, sinking into her.

  “Hold on, baby.”

  Kam backs Jules into the wall, gripping her thighs, and picks up the rhythm again, pounding into her. He can tell the position is much more enjoyable for her, as she screams out his name and buries her face in the crook of his neck.

  “I’m going to go, Jules.”

  “Go, go, go,” she screams at him

  He feels her center tighten around him, and that’s the final straw for him as he lets go with her. They both grunt out their pleasure. Kam’s exhausted and ready to collapse to the floor with her in his hands, but a long time ago he learned to never cuddle or leave behind caressing touches.

  “That was nice,” she murmurs into his neck.

  “I’d say.” Kam sits her down to her feet. “Thank you.”

  He plucks her panties from the ground and holds them out, letting her step into them before he pulls them up. Kam’s surprised how wet she is as he drags his finger over her center.

  “Don’t worry, Kam, I’m not going to stalk you. You were just kind of on my bucket list.”

  His jaw nearly drops as he watches her walk away without a fight. Kam leans his head back on the wall and smiles up at the ceiling. He can’t remember the last time a woman simply walked away like that. All of his pent-up tension has vanished, and now he can go out in the club and do his thing without getting a boner every time he looks at a woman wearing a skirt that’s just a little too short.

  “I told you, man. You look like a fucking new person.” Dax is holding Birdy in his lap, still nursing a beer.

  “It was pretty legit.” Kam sits next to the loving couple.

  A thin layer of sweat peppers Birdy’s forehead, and Kam gives Dax the what–the-fuck look.

  “We just danced, asshole.” Dax hands Birdy a cold water bottle.

  “Sure you did.” Kam signals for another beer. “How in the hell do you keep women off you, Dax?”

  Hell, in the good old days, Dax would have women strung off of him, and probably even getting his cock sucked under the table.

  “I took myself off the market.”

  “Fucking nuts. I guess miracles do happen.” The brothers toast each other.

  “Birdy.” A new voice mixes into the small conversation. The music from the dance floor is drowned out a bit by the main bar.

  Kam looks up to the person joining the conversation and sees fucking red immediately. It’s her. The bitch who broke him. And not only is she standing in front of him, she’s standing in a
Made To Sin outfit, holding a serving tray. He stands up rapidly and takes two steps in her direction.

  “Jett,” he growls.

  She doesn’t look surprised to see him and looks away, focusing her attention on Birdy. The girls wrap each other up in a hug, Birdy with both arms wrapped around Jett, and Jett with just one, trying to balance the tray.

  “Who in the fuck hired her?” Kam slams his fist down onto the metal bar.

  “Calm the fuck down. She was fired from the hotel job and needed something. Birdy helped her out.”

  “Fucking hilarious, real fucking funny,” Kam yells, beyond pissed off.

  “Kam, don’t worry. I’ll stay away from you. You might want to zip up your zipper from the little rendezvous you just had in the back hall.”

  “You cunt.” Kam nears her again.

  Dax pulls him back and knocks him off balance before he can verbally assault her any further.

  “What the fuck, Kam?” Dax pins him up against the bar and stares him in the face.

  “She’s the bitch who did this to me. It’s her.”

  Dax grips Kam’s bicep and leads him through the crowd, out the back door, and into the night air.

  “First, calm the fuck down.” He pushes Kam down onto the sidewalk. “That’s not you in there.”

  “No fucking shit! It’s her. She’s made me fucking bi-polar as fuck. She never showed up that night, and I saw her getting in a car with another man. I texted and texted her. No response. And then I lined up the coke.”

  Dax settles onto the sidewalk next to Kam. “Man, you’re going to have to back the fuck up and slow down. The only time I’ve ever seen you with Jett was in the restaurant, and you were a straight-up asshole to her.”

  “Yeah, that’s where we met. We hooked up one night, and then we just kept seeing each other every spare minute. I fucking ditched Cole and my shift at the hospital to be with her. She liked smoking pot, and I bought the shit for her. We’d both get wasted on booze and fuck for hours behind closed doors.”

  Dax nods, listening.

  “I fell for the bitch, and she fucking left me.”

  “Kam, you said you saw her get into a car with another guy?”

  “Yeah, we had plans to meet that night, and out the window of the penthouse I saw her little ass wrapped up in a red dress climb into the back of a limo. I’m only assuming there was a man.”

  “Kam, you need to fucking breathe.”

  “I’ll answer your questions.” Both men spin around to see Jett standing in the doorway. “Please let us have a moment, Dax.”

  Dax shoots Kam a sideways glance.

  “It doesn’t matter what the bitch has to say, I won’t react.”

  “Kam, cut the fucking attitude now, or you’ll end up flying off the handle again.”

  Jett places a hand on Dax’s shoulder. “Please let us have a moment. He won’t do anything.”

  “I’m sitting right here. Fuck, I’m not a wild beast.”

  Jett sits on the sidewalk, leaving ample room between her and Kam, and then pats Dax’s calf. “Go, it will be fine.”

  “I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.”

  Dax eventually caves in and returns to the club, leaving Jett and Kam sitting on the sidewalk in dead silence. It’s long moments before Jett speaks.

  “I don’t know what to say, Kam.”

  “How about starting with you’re fucking sorry?”

  “You know I’m sorry.” Jett raises her hand to place it on his thigh, but puts it on the sidewalk instead.

  “Oh, really?” He twists to stare her down. “By your text letting me know you weren’t showing, your caring letters while my brothers locked me away at rehab? Oh, wait, I know. Your response today when I texted you. You’re right.”

  “I get you’re pissed right now and hate me.” This time she does put her hand on him.

  “Don’t fucking touch me. You have no right to.” Kam stands. “I saw you, Jett. I saw you climb in that limo. I gave you everything, from hundreds of dollars to drugs. I took away from my own family to give to you.”

  Tears begin to stream down Jett’s face. “I know, and I am sorry, Kam. It’s more complicated than you think.”

  “Isn’t it always complicated when you get busted fucking around on someone?”

  “I didn’t have a choice, Kam. If you’d put aside your fucking anger and listen to me…”

  He grabs Jett by the arm and lifts her to her feet. “Well, here’s the problem. I did have a choice to fuck you and leave you, but I didn’t. I fell in fucking love with you, only to find out you’re a gold-digging bitch. So I really couldn’t care less if you didn’t have a choice.”

  Kam turns to leave, done with the situation and boiling on the brink of control.

  “I still love you, Kam, and maybe one day you’ll see just how much I do.”

  He stops and turns back to her. “Jett, you’re an employee now, so even if I did see your side of the story, you’re off limits.”

  Kam doesn’t analyze the situation any further before heading back inside. He heads straight for the bar, orders a tray of shots, and sets out to the find the largest table of women ready to party. His blood boils seeing her fucking face and then listening to her excuses.

  Fuck, Kam knows Jett had a shitty childhood, as she shared all of it with him on the days they’d lain naked in bed together. He knew this and gave her support and money to get rid of her demons.

  “Ladies.” Kam holds the tray above his head, flashing them his award-winning grin.

  The whole table squeals, and one woman even throws herself at him. Kam sees the woman coming, so he has time to steady his body and raise the tray above his head as she hangs off him.

  He gently lays the tray down on the table and then lifts the woman in his arms to face him. Kam smiles when he hears one customer holler, “We promise to hashtag.”

  As he turns to find the voice that yelled it, he catches Jett leaning up against a booth watching him. Without thinking twice, he lowers his head and kisses the customer. The crowd hoots and hollers appreciatively. He has to physically stop himself from putting on the show of his life for Jett’s eyes.

  “Body shots,” a woman calls.

  Kam notices the woman has a sash that reads “Soon to be Mrs.”

  “Is this a bridal party?” Kam leans over the table.

  “Fuck, yes, Jillian’s getting married next week.”

  “Jillian, is this your first time at Made To Sin?”

  “Yes,” she stutters.

  Kam waves his arms at the DJ then flashes him a signal. He’s not sure if the DJ has been trained in the Made To Sin ways, but to his surprise the music comes to an abrupt halt.

  “Sinneerrrrssss.” The DJ draws the word out. “We have a special party here tonight. Some hot and very attractive woman is about to give her life away for the rest of eternity, being locked down in marriage. And in true Sinner fashion, this calls for one thing, and one thing only. Body shoooootttttts.”

  Kam is completely impressed with the DJ’s tone of voice and level of enthusiasm, getting the crowd’s attention and making it extra special for the bride-to-be. He makes eye contact with him one more time and points to himself.

  “Whoa, wait, what’s that? Tonight we have the Sterling brothers in da houussse.”

  Kam holds his hand out to the bride, helping her to her feet, and then signals for all of her friends to take a shot. They raise them high, including Kam, toast, and throw them down.

  “Wedding party, please make your way over to the main bar, where you’ll personally be able to take as many body shots as you can handle, off the one and only Kam Sterling.”

  The club erupts in howls and cheers as the bachelorette nearly jumps up in his arms. The group of extremely hot partygoers plays follow the leader with Kam, staying hot on his heels as he winds and weaves his way to the main bar.

  Security is in place and has the majority of the front bar cleared for the bridal party
. Kam jumps up on the stool in one motion, and the women cheer as he makes it. Standing, he faces the eager group and takes his time undoing each button of his shirt. He notices Dax standing to the side, watching him. This is usually Dax’s favorite part of the job, but it looks like there’s a new Sterling to entertain the crowd.

  He stops with the buttons on his shirt and lowers his hands to the top of his pants, and the women really begin to scream. Kam knows the limits to the show he can put on, and will do only that.

  Slowly, he drags his finger to his lips, biting on it and tilting his head in thought. He can’t even make out the song pumping through the speakers over the women’s screams. He drags that same hand right back down to the top of his pants, unbuttons them, and then seductively unzips his pants, giving the women a good view of his baby blue undies.

  His fingers go back to unbuttoning his shirt. He slowly drags it off, and then dangles it over the crowd of ladies. Dax may be the biggest brother, but Kam is by far the most chiseled one, with a body of a god, and he knows it.

  Dax stands on a barstool and calls out directions to line up the ladies. Kam takes his place on the bar and rolls his head to the side, and once again catches a glimpse of Jett staring at him. He motions for one of the girls to step up to him.

  “Can I kiss you?” he asks her.

  She nods energetically. He places both hands on her head, pulls her down to his level, and then covers her lips. He lets his tongue wander and roam as Dax finishes giving directions and encourages the crowd to take pictures and hashtag Made To Sin.

  He pulls back and sends her a wink, and when he looks up again, Jett is nowhere to be found, and that makes him smile. He readies his abs for shot after shot.

  “Good morning, sunshine.” Kam barely opens his eyes to see all three of his brothers sitting at the table along with their women.

  “Fuck, I knew you went to rehab, not the pussy jail.” Eli laughs at his own joke while everyone else just stares at him.

  Kam does his best to ignore his brothers giving him hell about last night. He had fun at the club and got way too drunk, refusing all women who tried to come home with him. There were plenty who would have fucked him in the club, on the sidewalk, or back in the penthouse.