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Back on the bike, I nod when Bray says he knows of a party we can go to, both to have a good time and also make some quick money—not that we need it, but a man there also has the parts Bray needs to finish Blair’s surprise. Speaking of, she’s rubbing against my back, and I can almost feel the heat of her cunt on my skin. I ache to turn and bury my head between her thighs. It’s been too long since I had her come on my tongue and cock while she screamed for me. It’s been a day, but still, I need her every minute of every day, and right now she’s testing my resolve as I squeeze the throttle and try to get to the party as fast as possible.
I grunt into my mask as her hands stroke across my abs and then lower, cupping my hard cock. I almost crash before I swerve. I can’t do much, so I gun it, knowing if I don’t get inside her soon, we’ll end up fucking on my bike in the middle of the fucking city.
She laughs freely, and I hear it. She knows what she’s doing. She always does. She’s not one of those innocent shy girls or even one who acts innocent to get what she wants. No, she revels in the madness, in the lust. She lights a fire and stands in it as it burns, and I want to smoulder right there in the flames with her.
We wind through the outskirts of the city to a mansion perched above it. It’s one of the richest houses in the area, usually hosting celebrities, rock stars, and rich kids alike, known for its drugs and drink—hell, even the police avoid this place. The man’s house, as they call it, is run by a music producer and his rich, spoiled son who goes to our university. But the man we need tonight, Jay, who owns the car shops in the city and has his fingers in every pie from weapons, security, to the latest tech, will no doubt be here schmoozing models and striking out. After all, he’s a serious asshole, and not even his pretty boy tatted face, as Bray calls it, can make up for that. Oh, that’s not even taking into account that he’s the VP of the local motorcycle club and is known for his violent past.
By the time we get to the overly white, illuminated, all glass monstrosity, I’m ready to throw Blair down on the perfectly polished grass and fuck her right in front of the party. But I don’t. I let her simmer in her own desire, even though my cock throbs uncomfortably behind my zipper. Turning off my bike, I pull off my helmet and swing my leg over the seat. I turn to Blair and cup her chin as I lean in, like I’m going to kiss her. Her eyes close, and her lips curve in satisfaction, so I smirk and turn to her ear at the last moment. “We are here.” I step back with a chuckle as she pouts.
“Asshole,” she mutters as she gets off.
“Two can play your game, baby girl,” I taunt, so she turns to Bray and flutters her lashes at him. He instantly rushes to her side, besotted by her, and I snort as I turn away, hearing her whisper dirty nothings into his willing ear. So much for the player in him. She has him wrapped around her little finger—me too, though I wouldn’t admit it.
I reach out and lift her up the steps so she doesn’t stumble, my hands lingering on her curvy hips before I force myself away. Once inside the door, I can’t help but grin at all the scantily clad women walking around holding glasses of champagne and wine while rich bastards chase after them like dogs in heat. I turn, expecting to find Blair jealous, but instead she licks her lips as she watches a redhead go past. “Damn, that’s a fine ass.”
“Marry me, seriously,” Bray says.
“And limit myself to your dick? No, thank you. You brought me to this party at your own risk knowing there were some sexy as fuck women here—damn, look at those tits.”
Oh God, this was a bad idea. I forgot that she’s even worse than Bray. I grab her, wrap my arm around her waist, and steer her through the crowd to the sofas at the back around the fire pits on the open balcony. But as soon as I sit, she straddles my waist, leaning in like she’s going to kiss me. “I’m here, let me party,” she taunts just as I did to her, and before I can grab her, she hops up and moves just inside where we can see her and starts to dance with the others.
Stretching my arm out on the low white sofa, my legs spread, I watch her hips sway and tits shake as she moves to the beat. I know Asher and Bray are doing the same thing, entranced by her like always.
A tall, willowy woman who looks like a model dances with her, and Blair glances at me as she grins before grabbing the woman’s hips and grinding with her. Their bodies press together, almost dry humping.
“Fuck,” Bray groans.
Asher sighs. “She even pulls more women than Bray. I thought it was just the men we had to be careful of.”
“Men or women, I’ll kill them if they touch her.” I shrug.
Just then, the model slut drops as Blair holds her hand, and then, ever so slowly, she stands, dragging her ass up Blair. Sighing, I crook my finger at her when she turns. She shakes her head, and I see her mouth, “Come get me.”
This fucking girl.
She’s going to get every fucking person here killed if she isn’t careful. As much as I appreciate the show, she’s mine, and no one else gets to touch her but us. They can look, they can want and be jealous, I don’t fucking blame them, but anything other than that, their souls are mine.
Standing, I crack my neck. “I’m going to go teach our girl a lesson, be right back. Keep an eye on Jay.”
“You’ve got it. Try not to kill her too much,” Asher teases as I storm away. I grab Blair and toss her over my shoulder, spanking her ass and storming through the crowd. People part, laughing and watching. She doesn’t care and neither do I. In fact, I take the long way around so they can all see that she’s mine and not to be touched.
A warning.
The first room up some floating glass stairs is a spare room. I kick the sliding door shut and move to the bathroom, and once there, I only partially shut the door before dropping her to her feet and then pushing her down to her knees.
“Want to tease, baby? Want to put on a show and defy me with that cocky little mouth? Then fine, I’ll put it to use.”
Undoing my belt as she reaches for me, I pop the button on my jeans and push them down, palming my hard, throbbing cock. She licks her red cherry lips, greedily meeting my gaze.
“Greedy fucking girl,” I mumble as I press the leaking tip to her lips and paint the fluid across them. Releasing my cock as she sucks the tip into her mouth, I wind my hand through her blonde hair, fisting it and forcing her to take all of me. “That’s it, baby girl, suck on that cock, show me exactly why I’m obsessed with you. Show me what they all wish they could have.”
Like a good girl, she sucks me all the way down, wrapping her hand around my base before she pulls back to the very tip and pops my thick length from her mouth. “You’re too big.” She pouts teasingly.
“Open your mouth,” I demand harshly, my voice rough with desire. I yank her head back as she obeys and opens her mouth for me. The sight nearly makes me fucking come across her chin and neck before I control myself. Gathering my saliva, I lean down and spit right into her mouth. She whimpers as I tug her back down. “There, now suck,” I order.
