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“I doubt that's your actual name, but it works for me.” I place my almost empty beer bottle on the counter. “Ready, Red?”
She lifts her cup to her pink lips and tosses back the last of her drink. “Alright, Pretty Boy. Show me what you got.”
I grab her hand and lead her away from the bar, trying to find a secluded area where no one is going to stumble across us. It shouldn’t be too hard in a warehouse this large. I think about shooting off a text to Sebastian so he knows where I am, but it’s honestly not worth the hassle. He’ll probably put two and two together on his own anyway.
With her hand in mine, I lead us away from the crowd toward a set of rusted steel doors I had seen when we first entered. Pushing them open, I see a long hallway ahead of us with several doors along the way that should work. Together, we make our way down the hall as I peek into the different rooms trying to find something that is pretty empty. Nothing about this fuck is going to be nice, so the room doesn’t need to have shit in it, really just some privacy. Eventually, I find a room with an abandoned desk in it.
Perfect.
“On your knees, Red,” I command, pushing her down lightly as I unzip the front of my jeans. She goes without complaint, dropping to her knees slowly and avoiding the scraps of wood and metal littered around on the floor. There’s no way I’m going to keep her there long. No woman should be made to suffer like that on these floors. I’m not a monster.
She licks her lips and then opens them, ready and willing. I run my hand up and down my cock, stroking myself. I was already semi-hard, but stroking my cock as she kneels in front of me ready to take me inside her hot little mouth makes me stand at attention. I take a step forward, hitting both of her cheeks before thrusting inside her open lips.
“Fuck,” I groan when she starts to move. Her head bobs as she licks and sucks me. Her tongue does little things to my tip when she pulls off before she takes me completely once more. I let her have her fun for a little before I take over.
Reaching down, I gather her long locks and hold them tight against her head so I can better control her pace. “Red, I’m about to take over. If it’s too much, tap my leg three times.”
Her only answer is to look up at me, her green eyes glistening with want. Taking that as answer enough, I thrust forward with force, making her take every inch until I hit the back of her throat. She gags a little but manages to breathe through it like a good girl. I hold her head in place as I slide in and out of her mouth quickly. Each time, I hit the back of her throat and hold for just a second. Looking down at Red, I see tears in her eyes but not the bad kind. Her hands are clenching tightly against my legs to help hold herself in place.
“I’m gonna come down your throat, and you are going to take every drop and swallow like a good girl,” I demand roughly. She nods with the little freedom I give her. When I have her answer, my grip tightens again, and I pick up my pace, punishing her mouth, using her exactly how I need. I can feel my orgasm coming, my balls seizing, ready for my release. A few more pumps, and I’m tilting my head back, closing my eyes, and thrust in her mouth one more time, holding both of us in place. My hot seed spills down the back of her throat, and just like the good girl she’s been, Red swallows each and every drop. When I pull back a small bit of cum dribbles down her chin. Before I can catch it and shove it back in her mouth, her tongue darts out to grab it and lick it up.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I murmur, leaning down to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “Time for your pleasure.”
I lift her up off the floor and walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of the desk. Reaching around her, I give it a quick wipe to try to get the dust and dirt off the top. I quickly unbutton and unzip her shorts, sliding them and her thong down her long legs. She helps by sliding one leg out of them at the same time I slowly lay her back on the table, lifting her up so her ass is sitting on the edge.
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” I instruct as I drop to my knees. She does as she’s told, swinging both legs up so her thighs are resting on my shoulders. Looking at her, I see she’s already wet, dripping with want and need. Lightly blowing on her cunt, her legs shake and she gives me a small little moan. Taking that as my green light, I lean forward and lick her pussy, trailing my tongue up and circling her clit. Her moans get louder the more I play with her.
Adding my fingers, I push inside her pussy, spreading her wide so I can lick and suck all I want. I feast as she moans. Her legs quiver around my head as her walls clench tightly around my fingers. She’s about to come, and I’m going to get her there. As I continue, I bring my other hand up and start to rub her clit, giving her the last little push she needs to fall over the edge.
“Fuck me, that feels so good,” Red moans, her hands reaching down to guide my head to exactly where she needs me. I let her do what she wants. In moments, I feel her come apart on my face, her orgasm taking over as her sweet cum drenches my tongue and fingers. I keep going, feasting until her body stops shaking and her breathing slows.
“Such a good girl, Red,” I murmur, rising to my feet. I grab her shorts and thong from where they fell on the floor. Handing back her shorts, I bunch up her thong and stick it in my pocket.
“Who said you could keep that, Pretty Boy?” she questions as she slides her shorts up her toned legs.
“I did,” I smile darkly. “Thanks for the blow job. You were actually one of the best I’ve had in a while.”
“You weren’t too bad yourself,” she says with a shrug. “Thanks for the orgasm. See ya.”
I’m left standing there, watching her walk away, her strut full of confidence. You wouldn’t even know I just face fucked her and ate her.
Such a little minx.
Chapter Nine
I can’t believe the guys ditched me. They just up and left for lunch and never bothered to come back. What pieces of shit. Do they think they're the only ones who can be affected by the situation we were all thrust into? Well, they’re wrong. I despise being back here, playing this music, and dealing with this threat over our heads. The three of them honestly don’t understand this is bigger than the issues between us.
The label expects us to be here, practicing the music and figuring out how to appear as a band once again. That means each of us, in this room, playing our instruments, and talking about how to improve things.
I took the lead and just started playing. It was the only way we were going to pull this off.
I may have a chip on my shoulder from the past and how they greeted me when I arrived. Sue me. I don’t deserve their treatment, but I’m dealing with it for the greater good. I’m here to save their asses. Nothing more. I don’t expect to win back their love or their friendship. I’m here to save their lives.
My breathing becomes heavier, and my hands begin to shake the longer I let my thoughts wander over what happened today. I’ve always felt my emotions more strongly than most people. It was one of the reasons the guys always watched me when we were together. They wanted to make sure I didn’t spiral. After I left, I tried to go to therapy. It didn’t help. How could it when I couldn’t even tell the therapist the real reason behind some of my issues?
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Sky, and I need therapy because some lunatic is stalking me, and they threatened to kill the three loves of my life, so I left like the stalker ordered me so I could save their lives.”
Yeah, that would go over well. The cops would end up involved, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I already tried to involve them once when I got multiple notes. The only thing it managed to do was piss the stalker off more. I don’t want them to escalate again.
