The next day, somewhere in between chores and an extra-credit assignment I’m working on, I find myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind is still whirling from what took place in the club.
I reach for my phone and almost word-vomit everything to the group chat before I think better of it. It’s not that my friends would ever judge me, but I guess I’m carrying a certain level of shame from that night. Or maybe it’s embarrassment? Or maybe I’m just worried that they’ll ask if I liked it and I’ll have to be honest and tell them yes. So, instead, I opt to stay quiet, at least about my own experience.
I do, however, shoot off a check-in text to Cassi. Arianna is at her family’s cabin up north with little-to-no cell reception, and Cassi is dealing with her own brand of torture. Her Mr. Right? The one she was so hooked on from the club? He’s her sister’s boyfriend. Yep. Boyfriend, as in current. He came with her sister to Seattle to meet the family.
I think it’s safe to say he’s well acquainted with the family now, so hopefully he’s gone.
Me: How did things go today? Is he gone?
Her response comes almost immediately.
Cassi: If by gone, you mean is he staying for an extra week, then absolutely.
My mouth drops open.
Me: WHAT?
Me: EXPLAIN
Me: NOW PLEASE
Obviously, text won’t do, but thankfully Cassi is on top of it and sends me a long voice note, which I play immediately.
Gosh, I’m glad I’m not the only one that has their mind spinning.
Chapter Six
Kolter
Her wet pussy bounces up and down on my cock, her moans and whimpers filling the room as her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Fuck! Blade!” she moans, as grating as nails on a goddamn chalkboard.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I hiss as I grip her hips a little tighter and fuck her even harder.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s bleeding by the end of this. That’s her thing, though. Out of all the cut sluts who wander around the club, she’s the one who likes it to hurt the most. She likes it rough, hard and she doesn’t give a fuck what you do to her. As long as she’s getting attention, Trinity is in heaven.
Cut sluts are girls with zero morals or self-preservation skills who think they want a taste of this life. They hang with MC gangs and get passed around like a joint at a concert, all because they hope to become someone’s ole lady. It happens—sometimes. I don’t get it, though; I don’t get the idea of settling with anybody in this life. Best-case scenario, you live a few good years before they watch you get gunned down or put away for life. Worst-case scenario, you watch them get gunned down before you followright behind them. Women are weaknesses, especially in our world. It’s better to keep them disposable, like Trinity here.
She does her best to stay quiet like I tell her, but she can’t help herself, whining and groaning as her pussy spasms against my cock. I’m nowhere close to done; in fact, I’ve barely been able to stay hard, which is a first for me. Every time I look at her box-dyed red hair and brown eyes, it sours my stomach.
I lift her off my cock and push her away. She pouts for a moment before dropping to her knees and sucking my cock down her throat. It feels good for a moment, then something else stirs inside me.
Even though I couldn’t see her through that glory hole, I knew what she looked like. Sitting at the ready like a good girl, those full, pink lips parted for me; that soft tongue wrapping round me like I was her favorite goddamn treat. I like to think she knew it was me the whole time. Mainly because if I think about her willingly sucking anyone else like that, it makes me want to spill some fucking blood.
Fisting Trinity’s hair into my fist, I force her further down my cock, causing her to gag in a way that almost reminds me of Naomi. I do it again and again, relishing in the sound as I close my eyes and let my head rest against the back of the booth.
I didn’t know what I was doing when I followed her into the glory-hole hall. Half of me was ready to rip her out by her goddamn hair; the other part was intrigued—what was a naïve little thing like her doing in a place like that? Then some rich prick stepped into the door across from hers. There was no way in hell I was letting him get near her, so I hauled him out of there and threw him to the ground before locking the door. He bitched and whined for help, but the attendant saw me walking in there, and he wasn’t about to kick out the club’s goddamn owner.
It’s easy enough to imagine it’s Naomi in front of me, and for the first time tonight, my cock actually throbs. The mouth beforeme tightens around it, bobbing up and down as my hips mimic her motions.
“Fuck, just like that,” I moan.
Eager to please me, she continues quickly, her soft moans of pleasure vibrating along my cock. And just like that, it’s not this desperate cut slut before me—it’s her. Long blonde hair as smooth as silk, her satin hands gripping my cock, twisting and stroking every drop of cum out of me. It’s too good, too perfect, and I don’t even try to hold myself back.
“Peaches,” I groan through clenched teeth as my load shoots down her throat.
She gags and chokes for a moment, but I force her head into place as I continue to throb my release into her mouth.