Cutslut

by Kim Jones

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  “I don’t care!” I yell, too loud. Too uncaring. I’m about to unleash the beast on him. I never get a chance. Obviously, Jinx doesn’t care either. Because he’s gripping my hips. My hair. Pulling. Pushing. Impaling me on a hard, deep, severe drive that has me on my toes.

  “Hands on the wall,” he orders through his teeth. It’s accompanied by a groan when I shift to do as he says. “Straighten your arms.” He moves back a step pulling me with him until my elbows are locked. “Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he whispers at my ear, planting a soft kiss there before straightening.

  He pulls out at an agonizingly slow pace until only the tip of his cock remains inside me. But the agony from him moving at a snail’s speed is short lived. Because his next thrust and the countless after that, come at a rapid rate and are delivered in a beautiful, brutal fashion.

  I’m coming hard. Screaming loud. My arousal flooding my thighs. His cock. The wet, slapping sound of our violent love making nearly overpowers the music in the other room. And I give zero fucks. So does he.

  I move one hand off the wall to stroke my clit. His grip on me tightens—holding me in place. My head rolls with every pump of his hips. Breasts bounce roughly—spilling from my shirt. I can’t count how many times I’ve come. Or if I’ve ever even stopped.

  It’s euphoric. Great. Mesmerizing. Consuming. But most of all, it’s never-ending. That sated, blissful feeling is there, but the comedown isn’t. I’m as high and horny as I was when we started—seventy-six thousand orgasms ago.

  “Hush babe,” he says, even as he reaches around to close his hand over my mouth. I knew my screams were loud, but I didn’t realize how loud. I also didn’t realize that the music had stopped.

  “One more, sweet girl. Then we gotta go. The band will be in here any minute.” I sultrily lick his hand. “I know, baby. Fuck I know.” God I want to lick all of him. I bite down on the delicious pad of his thumb and he satiates me by thrusting impossibly harder. Then I’m coming impossibly harder. And it’s impossibly better than the last time.

  He swiftly pulls out of me and a second later, I feel him bathing my ass in his fiery come. Seizing my ass cheek with one hand as he pumps his cock with the other. When he opens his eyes, I’m looking at him. Still horny, but temporarily satisfied enough not to explode. More like a twenty-ounce fountain soda instead of a forty-four.

  “Don’t fall in love with me, Jinx,” I say, my lips quirking.

  “Ditto.”

  Pulling a bandana from his back pocket, I watch in amusement as he carefully cleans me. When he moves to drag it between my legs, I straighten. “I like being wet. Besides…” I grin at him. “If you touch me there, I’m gonna come again.”

  “Nothing turns me on more than an insatiable woman.” He tucks the bandana back in his pocket and grabs his belt from the floor. “Behave tonight,” he warns playfully. “Or I’ll put this belt on your ass.”

  Wiggling back into my pants, I roll my eyes. “Promises, promises.”

  The moment my pants are up, and my tits are back in my shirt, the door opens and the band piles in—stopping mid-stride to stare at us.

  Jinx smirks at me before turning to face them. “She had the special.”

  Everyone laughs and continues inside. I’m confused, but quickly become caught up in the conversation and greetings from several of the women I’d been dancing with—wives I presume.

  “You smoke?” I hear one of the men ask Jinx. He politely declines, but I can tell he doesn’t really want to. I can see the want in his eyes as the blunt is lit and passed.

  “I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, stepping around Jinx. He grabs my arm, sliding his hand down until it’s holding mine. He regards me with a cautious look. Looking as if he wants to say something but not so sure he should.

  “Use ours. Girl that one out there is nasty,” one of the women says.

  Jinx visibly relaxes at her request. He thought I was going to run…. That’s what I need to do. It’s what I should be thinking about. Or maybe I should be thinking about how right now, running is the last thing I want to do.

  31

  WINTER

  “Shut the fuck up,” I say, my disbelief palpable. “You’re joking, right?”

  I’m in the bathroom, engaging in girl-talk bathroom conversation. Or, I was until the ingredients of V’s special was dropped on me like a bomb. Now I’m staring at the lead singer’s wife, Josephine, with wide eyes, repeating myself. “You are joking.”

  She laughs, her long black hair swept neatly off her neck as she fans herself. “Nope. That expensive ass drink is the only way they can keep the doors open here. Hell, by the time they pay off the ABC rep, they’re still makin’ a killin’.” She winks at me. “I hear it’s worth every penny.”

  It is. But I don’t say that. I don’t have to. Apparently, they heard me. I think they think I’m some sort of innocent, sweet girl who’s never had sex in a bar. Now would be a good time to tell them I’m kind of a whore, so fucking is what I do. But I’ve never been fucked while jacked up on Viagra, so in a way, this is a first for me.

  I can’t believe there was Viagra in my drink!

  “I’m going to kill him.”

  They laugh harder. “Yeah,” one says, pointing her finger at me. “By fuckin’ him to death.” Unable to not find that funny, I join in on the laughter. Then my thighs involuntarily rub together and I’m reminded of why this really isn’t that funny. I’m still horny as hell.

  “Let’s go,” Josephine says, straightening her dress in the mirror one last time. “They probably high as hell and we in here missin’ all the fun.”

  I fall in line with the five women and enter a smoke filled room packed with laughing men—Jinx included. I still and just stare at him. He’s laughing. Like really laughing. Of all the times he could’ve chose to share that spine tingling, clit tickling laughter, he just had to choose the moment when I’m under the influence of one hundred milligrams of liquid Viagra—two times the average dose. Where’s that fucking fence post…

  Someone says it’s time for a drink and next thing I know, the crowd is moving out of the room and to the main bar. Jinx, once again acting on his original promise, keeps distance between us—hanging toward the front of the line with the guys.

  I flip off the bartender when he laughs so hard he can’t fix my drink. Two martinis later, I’m sitting on the bar giving details of our Viagra sex and how the drug makes me feel to the women from the band, and a few younger people standing in earshot.

  Periodically, I check on Jinx who is slamming back shot after shot. Laughing. Smiling. Having a really, really good time. It’s obvious he’s drunk and I’m glad he’s letting loose. He’s too damn uptight. And seeing him like this makes me smile. I’m happy for him. And of course, horny for him.

  Feeling him look at me, I try to act nonchalant when my attention falls on a familiar face. Well… I guess trouble has arrived.

  I know the guy by the door who drags his gaze from mine to watch Jinx. To everyone else, he looks like someone just hanging out having a beer. He’s not. He’s with Ten’s Testament.

  I discreetly lower my eyes, then scan the bar for any other familiar faces. I find two more—all posted in different areas throughout the room.

  “Let’s dance, sweetheart,” Jinx says, suddenly appearing in front of me. He’s outnumbered. Inebriated. Tripping and stumbling over his own feet. Sober, he could hold his own. Now? He doesn’t stand a chance.

  “Jinx, stop.” I try to pull out of his grasp but he tightens his hold on my hand and twirls me around him. Bringing me flush against his chest, I look up into his hooded, blood-shot eyes. “Seriously, stop.”

  “Smile, baby. Have some fun.” He beams at me. He kind of reminds me of a drunk college kid. And I’m not so sure I like him like this at all.

  “Listen,” I start, the thought of him being jumped, hurt or even killed has fear pricking my spine.

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nbsp; I pull in a deep breath, ignoring my warring thoughts as I prepare to tell him that what he feared has come. But before I can get another word out, one of the band members come up beside us and engages Jinx in conversation. I allow it for a few seconds then grab his face in my hands and turn it so he’s looking at me.

  I’m desperate to tell him. He has to know. Then my thoughts take a turn as I narrow my eyes on his heavy, bloodshot ones. “You smoked that pot, didn’t you?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “You selfish fuck. That was some good shit too, wasn’t it?”

  His grin widens and he nods. “Best. Grass. Period.” He sobers a little and nods. “Seriously, Winter. It’s good shit.” Then he’s smiling again. Dancing off beat to some hip-hop song I don’t even recognize.

  “Jinx! Please!” I cry out. This time, he hears me.

  Suddenly, he pulls me tighter to him. Dips me. Kisses me hard. I give into the kiss for a moment because I don’t want to hurt his feelings. That’s all. When he breaks away, my eyes are still closed—reliving the moment and the fact that even drunk, he’s a great kisser.

  “Winter,” he says, and my eyes fly open at the sound of his voice. Not slurred. Not funny. Serious. Sober. Just like his face. His eyes are still blood-shot and slightly hooded, but there’s no trace of drunken Jinx. Actually…

  “Are you drinking apple something?” I ask, my nose scrunched up as I lean in and sniff the air between us. My body is still hovering just off the floor. He’s bent over me. His face very close to mine. Making the scent of that damn apple something unmistakable. He drinks martinis?

  “Apple juice.” He blows out a breath and I inhale. “Me and the bartender have an understanding.”

  “What? Why? Wait… so you’re not drunk?”

  He grins. “No, sweetheart. I’m not drunk. I’m high as fuck, but I’m not the inebriated idiot I’m pretending to be. I’m aware of everything going on around me. And yes, I know they’re here.”

  Well shit. Just when I thought I had one up on him. And just when I thought he was finally turning me off he goes and does some semi-heroic shit that has my body heating again. Shaking my head, I try to clear my thoughts and focus on what’s important.

  “Why are you pretending to be drunk?”

  “To make myself an easy target.”

  “But there are three of them.”

  “Four,” he corrects.

  “What? Did you call Luke?”

  His smile is cocky. Lazy. Hot. “You’re funny.”

  I’m smiling too when I answer. “No. I’m not. Call him Jinx. You need backup.”

  “For four? Nah.” He winks. I quiver. “I got this, baby. Now, I’m gonna let you up. Dance with me. Smile and don’t do anything stupid like look at them.”

  I give him an apologetic look. “But I have to pee.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Of course you do.” Standing us up, he stumbles toward the bathroom with me tucked against his side—yelling out that I’m ready for round two. It earns him an elbow to the ribs that he easily dodges.

  “Make it quick,” he says, standing outside the bathroom door—after he tries to follow me in. I play it off, like I’m saying “no” to him while he scans the bathroom for threats.

  When I’m behind the stall door, I lean against it and release the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Closing my eyes, I block out the sound of the women coming and going. Chatting and laughing—enjoying a carefree life like the one I so desperately want. And something I regretfully don’t have.

  Tonight was perfect. But leave it to Cain to fuck up anything good in my life. Even from miles away, he has the power to control me. But for once, as if the universe is finally on my side, like it might actually understand that I’m fucked no matter what I do and is shedding a little mercy on me, I sniff the air.

  “Hey!” I call out, praying like hell that’s fresh smoke permeating my senses and not just a lingering odor from a previously smoked, bathroom blunt.

  “You need some toilet paper?” Josephine.

  “No,” I say, opening the stall door and finding her and a couple other women passing a cigar. “I need some of that pot.”

  “Girl, if you fuck on this and Viagra, you gonna go to the moon.”

  I shrug, putting the blunt between my lips. After a long pull, I hold it deep in my lungs a minute, then release it on a loud breath. “Good,” I say, taking another drag. “Never been there.”

  32

  JINX

  “You smoked that shit, didn’t you?” I ask, trying to narrow my eyes on Winter, which is fucking impossible to do when you’re smiling. And smiling is inevitable when you’re as high as me. Oh, and now her who’s even fucking higher than I am.

  “I was just so nervous, dude…” she says, dragging out the last word in her best hippy voice.

  I laugh cause the shit’s funny. Even though I should be acting a little more serious considering the circumstances. “You’re so weird.”

  “Totally.” She grins, pulling me onto the dance floor.

  I hate dancing, but it’s the safest place in here right now. And until these guys are finally convinced I’m too fucked up to kill them and they finally approach, that’s where we’ll be—in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

  How they found us, I don’t know. I’m guessing it’s a mixture of shitty luck and coincidence. It doesn’t bother me that they’re here. Hell, I’m happy. Maybe they’ve already sent word to Cain and that motherfucker will show his face here too. But I’m pretty sure he’s too much of a coward for that.

  Winter, demanding my undivided attention and getting it, places my hat on her head and runs her fingers through my hair. Yeah. I’m high. I’d never let that shit happen if I wasn’t. “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me hard tonight,” she says, looking up at me as I gaze down at her.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard…”

  “Tell me how you’re gonna spank me.”

  “Beat the fuck outta you…”

  “Tell me how good I taste.”

  “Like motherfuckin’ Skittles…”

  “The kind that come from a rainbow?”

  “From heaven.”

  Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open. I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m not seeing shit. This bitch having a stroke? Then she pulls in a deep breath, and laughs so loud, people stare. After a few seconds of that, I’m laughing too. Asking her, “What’s so funny?”

  When she finally catches her breath, she tells me, “You said, ‘from heaven’.” I’m grinning like a damn idiot at her impression of me.

  “Fuck you. That was a compliment.”

  She meets my gaze. Her arms around my neck. Eyes heavy and red. Still giggling every few seconds. “Are we gonna make it out of here in one piece?”

  I give her the most serious look I can manage. “Yes.”

  “Well, I’m ready when you are.”

  “Patience, sweetheart. We need a plan.”

  She steps back and holds one hand out. The other behind her back. I think she may be trying to look like a gangster. “Oh… I gotta plan.”

  “Winter…” I threaten. “No.” She takes one big step away from me. “Come here.”

  “Show me them football moves, Mr. Quarterback.”

  I point my finger at her. “I was not a quarterback. I was a cornerback.” Yeah Jinx, because that’s what important right now.

  “We bout to fuck some shit up,” she yells. The crowd cheers. My high is lost. That ugly bastard coming up behind her looks confident. He shouldn’t. I tense because he’s closer to her than I’m comfortable with. She’s looking at me. I shake my head. Put my hand at my back to get my gun that isn’t there. Then she smiles and mouths, “I got this.”

  In the time it takes her to turn and face him, I’m at her back. My hand on her wrist. My gun trapped securely between us. I give the guy a lethal look. Winter leans her head back on my shoulder and gazes up at me smiling. I watch her out of the corner of my eye—keeping my fo
cus trained on the man who’s visibly shaken, but still too fucking close to her.

  “God you’re so hot,” Winter says, grinding her ass against me.

  Despite the stand-off, my growing temper and fading high, for some reason I respond. “Thank you, baby.” My gaze doesn’t falter from the guy as I kiss the top of her head and move my finger to the safety on the gun—afraid I’ll get too damn excited and blow my own dick off.

  “This your bitch now?”

  Winter stiffens at the dumb fuck’s bad choice of words. When she does, my anger becomes palpable.

  “I’m gonna break your jaw for that comment,” I promise, easily removing the gun from Winter’s fingers. I push her behind me and tuck my piece back into my pants. “You want me to do it here? Or you want to tell your friends to meet us in the parking lot so they can watch?”

  He smirks, but I know it’s to hide his nervousness now that he realizes I’m not as drunk as he thought. After a quick look over my shoulder at Winter, he looks back at me and nods. “Lead the way.”

  I turn to Winter and wink in hopes of wiping that look of apprehension off her face. It works. She licks her lips and her eyes darken. I walk through the crowd with her tucked into my side. By the time we make it to the door, she’s got one hand around my waist while the other is massaging my cock to life.

  When I should be thinking about how I’m going to pull this off, I’m thinking about how I’ve never killed a man with a hard on before. I guess there’s a first time for everything.

  33

  JINX

  “Harder!”

  Winter’s demand is once again met and I piston inside her reaching a depth even I didn’t think I was capable of. I guess she’s not the only one who needs to blow off some steam.

  Ten’s Testament never followed us out. When I went back inside to try and find them, they were gone. So, I decided to take my frustrations out in a different manner. One I preferred. One Winter did too. And one that was a hell of a lot more rewarding.