When Clubs Collide

by Jacqueline Sinclair

  Making short work of my clothes, I lay them on the chair next to the bed. Moira’s eyes roam my body stopping at my rock hard dick.

  “You’re gonna suck me like your life depends on it.” Those wide purple eyes make my dick twitch as I move towards her. Her eagerness as she climbs onto her knees pleases me. I stop at the edge of the bed, rock hard and ready when her little hand takes the base of my dick.

  “Don’t play games, darlin’.” Looking down at her, I slide my hand around the back of her head, gathering her hair. Holding it in my hand, I watch her lean in.

  Jesus! When her lips touch the tip, a fire sparks inside me. Her soft, wet mouth moves up and down, giving me what I want. I hold her head in place, no way in hell is she moving from here. She’s sucking me like I’ve never been sucked before. Shit, we need to get some of these girl’s back home.

  “There you go. Gaggin’ is so goddamn sexy.” Grunting and gagging, she works to pull the length of me into her throat. She damn near does, which impresses me. Bobbing a little faster, I just can’t take it anymore.

  I pull out of her mouth before shoving her roughly back onto the bed. Her bright eyes beam up at me as she licks the pre-cum that escaped from her lip.

  “You can handle all of me, right? You ready for that?” Spreading her legs, I love the sight before me. So wet and ready to be taken.

  “Uh huh.” Her voice is breathy and all the confirmation I needed. Grabbing the condom, I tossed on the bed, I slide it on before positioning myself at her entrance. I run my finger through her wetness once more before shoving inside of her. Her lips part, her head tilts back. Fuck, now that’s beautiful.

  My thrusts pick up speed, I slam into her little body and I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a girl this small in my life. I’d be surprised if she could walk out of this room straight by the time I got done with her.

  “Vape!” There it is, screaming my name, I roll my hips, hitting her deeper than I thought I could.

  “You like this?” Her hands come to rest on my chest. I grab them in one of mine, shoving them above her head. “No touchin’,” I grate. I like them helpless. At a loss for what they want. This new position allows me to get even deeper. My dick aches painfully as I fill her with me. She’s so damn tight that it almost hurts me. Pain mixes with pleasure, and I’m on the high of my life. I want to taste her.

  I pull out of her quickly, not missing the whine that she releases.

  “I need to taste you, sweetheart.” Biting her nipple, I suck and lick my way down her stomach to her spread legs. Fuck yeah!

  Popping her little pussy lips open, I dive in. Fast first, this is what I’ve been craving all night. My tongue dives into her pussy as she cries out for more. My nose is brushing over her clit. Moira is going insane beneath me. Pulling back, I grab her, yanking her up.

  “Get on my face, Moira. Make yourself cum. I want to lick every drop from you.” Her eyes widen as I drop onto my back. She seems a little nervous but I know she’s a bad little girl.

  Moira kneels up on the bed, straddling my face. I grip her thighs, yanking her down where I want her. With her pussy smothering me, I lick her clit like its ice cream. I want her cream, every fucking drop of it.

  Sliding my hands up, I grip her nipples between my fingers. Her body began to rock, sliding over my mouth. I pluck at her nipples until they hardened from my touch. Moira’s hips moved, grinding herself against me. I could drown right here a happy man.

  The faster she moves, the closer she gets. No way in fuck is she not cumming on my face. I tugged her nipples harder. Moira’s head tips back, my name falling freely from those lips.

  “Vape! It’s too much!” Yeah, it might be, but that isn’t stopping me from what I want. Moving my hands back to her hips, I forced her pussy impossibly closer to my mouth. Her back arching, I enjoy the view as she works herself higher and higher. Goddamn, she was a hot little number.

  Part Two

  Moira…

  I threw my head back, surprised to find I was enjoying myself but completely torn… I felt a keen sense of guilt, as Vape’s tongue played against my body, bringing the sparks flitting along my nerve endings up to a raging inferno. By club rules, I couldn’t deny him, even if I had wanted to and I had wanted to, until I had seen Lucky across the room, sitting at the bar. His gaze had been hooded, inscrutable, and for one moment I had wanted to make him jealous.

  I thought I had succeeded when Vape had made me come with his hands down my shorts, feeling me up in front of the man I had so badly wanted to claim me for his forever, but Lucky had looked almost pleased. When Vape had picked me up, he’d saluted me with his beer and I’d been confused, but I hadn’t had any time to think about it. Suddenly, I was alone with Vape and his dark eyes held something undefinable and by the same token, terrifying.

  I hated choking on a man’s cock. Hated it with every fiber of my being, and when he’d started us off that way, a curl of dread had unfurled in the center of my chest. I thought this was going to be one of those times that sex with a brother was a lesson in tears and pain, but as much as Vape took, so too did he give back, like now and that was utterly confusing, too.

  “Yeah, darlin’, cum on my face, that’s it,” he coaxed from between my legs, his breath warm on my inner thigh. I didn’t want to disappoint him, afraid of what that might do, but again, by the same token, I didn’t have to fake it. The man was an expert with his tongue. I arched back, covering his hands where they toyed with my nipples with my own and held on, careful despite the wracking shudders spilling throughout my body to not clamp my legs shut around his bald head. Cutting off his air supply would just be rude on my part.

  I collapsed on all fours, completely wrung out, and Vape chuckled darkly, sliding out from under me and getting to his knees behind me. He forced his swollen cock past my throbbing entrance and drove himself deep and I found myself arching low to the mattress, thrusting myself back onto him and wishing he would spank my ass. I loved that, the deep abiding pleasure from the center of my core in counterpoint to the sharp sting of a man’s hand on my flesh.

  As if he’d read my mind, the flat of his hand crashed down on my right ass cheek, and I yowled with pleasure, clenching my pussy down tight around him. He grunted, suddenly finding it harder to fuck me as a result.

  “Oh, fuck me, sweetheart, yeah. Like that, just like that.” He liked to talk dirty, and I liked that he liked it. He drove into me, bottoming out hard against my cervix in that way that translated pain into pleasure, alternating his thrusts with the occasional spanking that left the flesh on my ass tingling and pleasantly warm. I liked this, I liked that he asked me if I liked it, and for a moment, I could almost let the thought of Lucky go. Let this strange man from another club with all of his contradicting behavior, fuck the memory of my chosen lover who didn’t want me out of my body. I felt the hot sting of tears for a moment and was glad the man fucking me couldn’t see them as I begged him, “Harder, oh god, please, harder!”

  Vape laughed and said something to the effect of me being one of the best rides of his life before he poured the heat, speed, and power on. He drove into me until I was certain I would bruise, my legs trembling with fatigue, not wanting to hold me up anymore. My body slid against the covers with every ball slapping thrust and through it all, my body screamed its delight.

  A light dew of sweat broke out over my skin and I cried out in frustrated protest when he ripped his cock out of my pussy. He gripped my body and flipped me onto my back, folding my knees to my chest with his big hands on the back of my thighs. He pinned me to the mattress and with a few false starts, managed to plunge his cock back inside. He was deep this way, the angle slightly less sharp than before, his dark eyes mesmerizing and so different than the light shining blue I’d been accustomed to.

  It’s been a while since I’d been with anyone but Lucky, or another one of the single guys of the Sacred Hearts, and this was new, with an edge of excitement. He drove into my tight, wet heat, bowing his
head, watching himself disappear into me and I found myself utterly fascinated by it too.

  He was sweating hard now, too, a drop gliding down to the end of his nose, dropping between my breasts before following the curve of the underside down along my ribs. It tickled, but not as much as his goatee and the rough stubble along his cheek as he bent down to lick and suck the side of my neck.

  He didn’t kiss, I was startled to realize. Some of them didn’t, it was a personal preference… some of them because you didn’t kiss sluts and whores, some of them because they saved it for love, and some for other reasons. I wondered vaguely what his reasoning was but wasn’t able to speculate long. He reared up and I was struck by the fact that when he wasn’t sneering or those dark eyes weren’t glittering with anger, and impatience; Vape was almost beautiful. Beautiful in an avenging angel sort of way, which was funny, really. I let my fingertips graze the angel tattoo on his chest and he looked down at me, expression suddenly guarded.

  He pressed his thumb against my lips, fingers gentle against my cheek, before thrusting the digit past my teeth and into my mouth. I sucked his thumb, keeping eye contact as his rhythm slowed, his cock delving into my pussy taking on a new dimension. The ferocity with which we’d been fucking slowing from a raging boil to a low simmer all of a sudden, as if by acknowledging the ink beneath his skin, I had somehow flipped a switch. Whatever the beautiful black and white angel in the long dress represented, the wound was deep for him.

  He kept his thumb in my mouth, and I lathed the pad of it sensually with my tongue. His eyes closed and he rocked his hips forward, driving his cock as far into me as it would go, thrusting just that little bit more until my eyes drifted shut and I sighed out, passionately. He took his thumb from my mouth, dragging his fingertips down my body lightly until he reached my mound. His thumb, slick with my saliva, he pressed against my clit, rubbing gently in small circles.

  Holy shit.

  A feral, wispy sound of want climbed up my throat and spilled between my lips and the fire reignited in his eyes. He picked up his pace, letting his head fall back, never letting up with his attentions to my clit. My body was on fire, it felt so good, and I let my eyes fall shut so I could just concentrate on the feeling of him moving inside of me, his thumb grazing that bundle of nerves, stoking the fire inside of me higher and higher until I reached the very stars.

  • • •

  “Usually a bitch tries to talk my ear off after a round like that. Not you, though,” he said some time later. We’d caught our breath, the sweat had long since cooled and dried on our skins, and yet it hadn’t been so long that I’d completely dried down below. I was tired, I was most definitely satisfied and at the same time, I felt so incredibly torn and guilty like I never had before.

  I shrugged noncommittally in response to his nonquestion and he harrumphed, taking a deep, strong breath, the swell of his chest and shoulder rising and falling beneath my cheek. I’d been surprised. He hadn’t struck me as the cuddly type, yet here we were, my body tucked into the side of his, his large arm around me, meaty hand gripping and massaging my hip absently as we lay in the close dark of the room.

  “Seriously, darlin’. What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?”

  “I mean, nothing I’m really comfortable talking about,” I murmured softly.

  Vape shrugged, disrupting the comfort with which I was laying on him and said to me, “Suit yourself.”

  I pushed up off his chest into a sitting position and looked down at him, nodding solemnly. His dark eyes roamed my face, and a wrinkle line appeared between his brows. I was surprised I could see so much detail, but one of the newer security lights was shining through the room’s high window lending enough light for it. It’s been a long time since I had been in one of the rooms in the main building, set aside for guests. So much had changed for the club in the last few years, some for worst, the majority, though, had most definitely been for the better.

  “Seriously, Moira. What’s the deal?” he demanded, his voice rough from all the sex.

  I settled sort of for the truth and hoped it would fly, “I didn’t know what to expect, we um, we had trouble a year or so ago with another club.”

  He arched an eyebrow, “Yeah, which one?”

  “The Suicide Kings…”

  “Never heard of ‘em.”

  “That’s because they don’t exist anymore.” He nodded, looking impressed.

  “What’s the story?”

  I told him, and he sighed. “Yeah, you can’t let anyone disrespect like that, and that’s not how a fuckin’ guest should behave.” He eyed me critically. “You like what I did to you?” he asked and I felt myself color, which was just plain silly when you thought about it. I was used to fucking. I was used to showing a man a good time and having a good time, myself… I wasn’t used to talking about it after the fact. The only person I’d ever talked about it with was Lucky, and that was because things with Lucky had always been different. Not just sex, but intimate…

  Vape laughed and shook his head, “You don’t gotta answer me.”

  “I liked it,” I answered quickly and he smiled.

  “Good to know.”

  I straddled his hips and his hands came out from behind his head where he’d put them when I’d sat up. They landed gently on my hips and I paused.

  “Where you going, sweetheart?”

  “Mm, bathroom.”

  He nodded and let me go so I could finish making my way to the edge of the bed. I pulled on my shorts, forgoing panties, and pulled on my club girl tee. It was cooling off now that the night had descended from the sky, and so I picked up my oversized, zip up hoodie, and pulled it on.

  I gave a backward look over my shoulder and gave Vape a thin smile. He gave me a crooked one back and I slipped out into the hall, shutting the door behind me.

  The cement floor out here was cool under my painted toes. The burden of keeping up appearances lifted off my shoulders so quickly I found myself staggered. I fetched up gently against the wall beside the closed bedroom door and slumped. It was everything in me not to slide to the floor. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and was just about to push off the wall when a shadow descended on me. I looked up sharply into the bright blue eyes I so dearly loved. The laugh lines fanning out from those eyes were present, but it wasn’t Lucky’s usual expression of good humor that made them present.

  His mouth was set into a grim line and he asked me, “You have a good time, baby girl?”

  My mouth dropped open but I couldn’t seem to get the words out, I mean what did I tell him? Yes? I mean, I had a good time, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Lucky, and there was no love, but this type of love, unrequited as it was, hurt.

  I pressed my lips back together and my eyes welled up with tears, Lucky’s hand descended on my shoulder and he gave it a fortifying squeeze and for the first time since I could remember, I cringed from one of his touches.

  He doesn’t love you. He doesn’t want you. When are you going to wake up? When are you going to tell him how much you want to be his? How this whole damn thing is such bullshit!

  “Did he hurt you?” Lucky demanded and I sobbed but shook my head. I couldn’t find any of the words I needed to speak. It was as if my whole world was burning, the walls collapsing in as I realized that Lucky didn’t have a clue. That he was never going to get a clue.

  I wanted to scream at him, I love you! I wanted to demand of him, why can’t you see it? Why can’t you just love me back the way I need to be loved?

  None of those words came, though. He tried to pull me in, to hold me, and I shoved him savagely away.

  “That son of a bitch,” he whispered and reached for the door. I grabbed his wrist but it slid from my grasp as he pushed it open, towering in the door frame.

  “What the fuck did you do?” he demanded of Vape, who looked up from where he was doing up his jeans.

  I bit my lip and shook my head when Vape looked past Lucky to my tear-
stained face. Vape frowned, confused, arrogance taking its place quickly.

  “I said, what the fuck did you do to make her cry?”

  Vape huffed a laugh and said, “Nothin’, brother. I just fucked her the way she deserved to be fucked.”

  Lucky muttered something and took strides into the room, Vape squared his shoulders and I found my voice, screaming “Stop it!” just before they could come to blows.

  “Just stop it! He didn’t do anything wrong, Lucky… you did. Just…” I licked my lips quickly, “Just, I need a minute. I need to be alone.” I whirled and felt my face color with deep shame. Several men from both clubs, some of the women from Sugar’s and a few of the Sacred Heart’s Ol’ Ladies were gathered in the hall.

  I pushed past them all and slid into one of the bathrooms, slamming and locking the door where I promptly burst into ugly, wracking, sobs as I felt my heart shatter into confused, jagged, pieces.

  Part Three

  Vape…

  This shit got heated rather quickly. I didn’t know what the fuck these two had going on, but they needed to get a handle on that shit.

  Fucking that girl senseless was going to happen. I’d wanted it, I’d fucked it. I hadn’t given a shit about her having an old man. Still, I’d followed protocol and I’d asked before I’d leaped and she was the one who said she didn’t have one. So why this motherfucker came in here ready to throw blows was beyond me.

  I slid my shirt back on before shrugging back into my cut. The man I now knew as Lucky, still seething in front of me.

  “She said she wasn’t taken, brother. If she did, I wouldn’t have touched her.” His face remained reddened. He seemed pissed.

  “She ain’t taken. It’s complicated.” Nodding once, I drug a cigarette out of my pack and lit up. I’d seen this shit time and time again. Hell, I watched Lukas do this shit not long ago.

  “She doesn’t seem to believe that.” The look in his eye is deadly. I’d struck a fucking nerve but I can’t say that I felt bad for it. He needed to see what was sitting right in front of him regardless of if I was the one pointing that shit out.