Slade
Page 27
I close my eyes and take a drag as she moves in and closes her lips around my cock. She moves in a slow rhythm, swirling her tongue around while moving her hand up and down my shaft. She’s a f**king pro at this. The combination of the nicotine mixed with the suction is just what I need at the moment.
I moan as she starts moving faster. It feels f**king fantastic, but I’m not feeling the release that I should. This pisses me off.
Taking another hit, I inhale it long and deep while grabbing the back of her head and pushing it further down so my head hits the back of her throat. She grabs my ass and starts sucking faster; enjoying it.
I move my hips back and forth, f**king her mouth, matching her rhythm; looking for a release that isn’t coming. Not even close.
Fuck! I’ve had enough of this shit.
Tugging her hair so she knows to stop, I pull out of her mouth, bend down and pick her up to her feet. I toss my cigarette down. “Bend over.” I place my hand on her back and push her forward so her ass is in the air. Beautiful. She looks over her shoulder at me, waiting. “This isn’t doing what I need it to do, sweetheart. I need to bury my c**k deep in your pu**y for the release I need. You better be ready to take it deep and hard.” I bend over her and speak in her ear while pulling her dress up. “I have a lot of frustration to work out. Just a one-time release.”
I turn her around so she can place both her hands on the building for support. She’s going to need it. I slap the right exposed cheek, hard. She yelps and I press my front to her back. “You like that,” I ask as I hook my thumbs under her panties and inch the tiny thong over her hips, letting them fall to her feet. Pushing back, I reach in my pocket for a condom.
My jaw clenches as I stare down at her slick pu**y just waiting for me to ram my c**k in it; to give her the same release I’m needing. For some reason, I don’t feel the same rush as usual. As a matter of fact, I don’t feel shit.
“Fuck!”
I toss the condom packet at the building and rub my hands over my face. I am beyond frustrated with myself at the moment. This is not f**king good. Sex has always been my way to cope. If I don’t have that what kind of pu**y am I? What the f**k am I supposed to do now?
She looks over her shoulder to see my face before she quickly stands up and pulls her dress down. She looks disappointed as f**k. “What the f**k is wrong? Are we doing this or not?”
I shake my head while pulling my jeans back up and exhaling. “Not.” I buckle my jeans and then turn to walk away while redoing my belt buckle. I need to get my ass busy with something. Fucking shots or something. Anything to numb this shit.
I storm my way back into the bar and over to Sarah. “Give me a f**king shot; the strongest you got . . . and quick.” I sit my ass on a stool and watch as she reaches for a glass. She flashes a knowing smile while setting it down in front of me and eyeing me up and down. “What, Sarah?”
She shakes her head and pours me a shot of Whiskey. “Looks like you’re not the only one here to drink your mind away.” She nods behind me and leans over the bar. “Look behind you by Hemy.”
I grab my shot and spin around in my stool while slamming it back. The sight in front of me makes my f**king heart race.
What the hell?
“How long has she been here?” I push the shot glass in front of Sarah and stand up. “Another one. Fast.”
Sarah sighs and pours me another one. “She got here right after you went outside. She’s already had three shots of Vodka and a Vodka and cranberry.” She watches as I slam back the second shot before speaking again. “She looks like she’s having some fun with Hemy. My guess is . . .” She smirks at me and grabs my empty glass out of my hand. “That you already f**ked her. Women always seem to go looking for the next guy to make her feel wanted.”
“Yeah, well we both know she isn’t getting it with that mother f**ker. He’s worse than I am. Shit.”
I can already see Hemy working his bad boy charm on Aspen and even from across the room, it looks as if it might be f**king working. The truth is, if Hemy wants to f**k someone he will f**k them one way or another. It’s how it works with him.
He’s over there with his jeans unbuttoned, slowly pouring water down the front of his chest while looking her directly in the eyes and f**king the damn air. From my angle I can see her hands reach out to touch his stomach. I’m not sure I’m liking this shit.
Making my way across the room, I step up behind Aspen and grab her arm to turn her around. It takes her a few seconds before she even registers that she’s looking at me. The drinks are clearly setting in and I’m wondering just what the hell her reasoning is for being all over Hemy. “What the f**k are you doing here?”
Aspen laughs, clearly unfazed by my tone and yanks her arm out of my reach. “I’m getting a strip tease from Hemy. What does it look like?” She reaches for Hemy’s jeans and pulls him closer to her. “Don’t stop dancing on account of that ass**le,” she says with a scowl.
Hemy raises an eyebrow to me and smirks as he notices my eyes trail down toward her hands that are working their way down to his hard dick. She’s clearly trying to push my buttons.
“Don’t come over here and try to ruin my fun just because you’re having a bad day. Clearly you have some shit to deal with.” She runs her hand over Hemy’s c**k while looking at me. Hemy seems to f**king like this. “Maybe Hemy isn’t as big of a dick as you.” She laughs and looks me in the eyes. “Well, he definitely has as big of a dick as you. Maybe he knows how to use it just as good.”
Okay. Now I am getting extremely f**king pissed. I don’t like seeing her rub his f**king c**k one bit. It makes me want to kick the shit out of Hemy. Well, that’s a f**king new feeling. “Too bad you won’t be finding out. You’re f**king going home. Now.”
She yanks her arm away from me as I reach for it. “The hell I am. I’m having fun with Hemy. He’s so damn sexy.” She steps closer to Hemy and caresses his chest and abs. “And I bet those piercings feel . . . good. I’ve heard some hot, hot stories about him. Maybe I want to try him out. Have a little fun of my own for once.”
Hemy goes to reach for her waist, but I place my hand to his chest and push him back. “Back the f**k up, man.” My jaw steels as I look him in the eyes to let him know just how f**king serious I am. “Not a good time to f**k with me.”
I moan as she starts moving faster. It feels f**king fantastic, but I’m not feeling the release that I should. This pisses me off.
Taking another hit, I inhale it long and deep while grabbing the back of her head and pushing it further down so my head hits the back of her throat. She grabs my ass and starts sucking faster; enjoying it.
I move my hips back and forth, f**king her mouth, matching her rhythm; looking for a release that isn’t coming. Not even close.
Fuck! I’ve had enough of this shit.
Tugging her hair so she knows to stop, I pull out of her mouth, bend down and pick her up to her feet. I toss my cigarette down. “Bend over.” I place my hand on her back and push her forward so her ass is in the air. Beautiful. She looks over her shoulder at me, waiting. “This isn’t doing what I need it to do, sweetheart. I need to bury my c**k deep in your pu**y for the release I need. You better be ready to take it deep and hard.” I bend over her and speak in her ear while pulling her dress up. “I have a lot of frustration to work out. Just a one-time release.”
I turn her around so she can place both her hands on the building for support. She’s going to need it. I slap the right exposed cheek, hard. She yelps and I press my front to her back. “You like that,” I ask as I hook my thumbs under her panties and inch the tiny thong over her hips, letting them fall to her feet. Pushing back, I reach in my pocket for a condom.
My jaw clenches as I stare down at her slick pu**y just waiting for me to ram my c**k in it; to give her the same release I’m needing. For some reason, I don’t feel the same rush as usual. As a matter of fact, I don’t feel shit.
“Fuck!”
I toss the condom packet at the building and rub my hands over my face. I am beyond frustrated with myself at the moment. This is not f**king good. Sex has always been my way to cope. If I don’t have that what kind of pu**y am I? What the f**k am I supposed to do now?
She looks over her shoulder to see my face before she quickly stands up and pulls her dress down. She looks disappointed as f**k. “What the f**k is wrong? Are we doing this or not?”
I shake my head while pulling my jeans back up and exhaling. “Not.” I buckle my jeans and then turn to walk away while redoing my belt buckle. I need to get my ass busy with something. Fucking shots or something. Anything to numb this shit.
I storm my way back into the bar and over to Sarah. “Give me a f**king shot; the strongest you got . . . and quick.” I sit my ass on a stool and watch as she reaches for a glass. She flashes a knowing smile while setting it down in front of me and eyeing me up and down. “What, Sarah?”
She shakes her head and pours me a shot of Whiskey. “Looks like you’re not the only one here to drink your mind away.” She nods behind me and leans over the bar. “Look behind you by Hemy.”
I grab my shot and spin around in my stool while slamming it back. The sight in front of me makes my f**king heart race.
What the hell?
“How long has she been here?” I push the shot glass in front of Sarah and stand up. “Another one. Fast.”
Sarah sighs and pours me another one. “She got here right after you went outside. She’s already had three shots of Vodka and a Vodka and cranberry.” She watches as I slam back the second shot before speaking again. “She looks like she’s having some fun with Hemy. My guess is . . .” She smirks at me and grabs my empty glass out of my hand. “That you already f**ked her. Women always seem to go looking for the next guy to make her feel wanted.”
“Yeah, well we both know she isn’t getting it with that mother f**ker. He’s worse than I am. Shit.”
I can already see Hemy working his bad boy charm on Aspen and even from across the room, it looks as if it might be f**king working. The truth is, if Hemy wants to f**k someone he will f**k them one way or another. It’s how it works with him.
He’s over there with his jeans unbuttoned, slowly pouring water down the front of his chest while looking her directly in the eyes and f**king the damn air. From my angle I can see her hands reach out to touch his stomach. I’m not sure I’m liking this shit.
Making my way across the room, I step up behind Aspen and grab her arm to turn her around. It takes her a few seconds before she even registers that she’s looking at me. The drinks are clearly setting in and I’m wondering just what the hell her reasoning is for being all over Hemy. “What the f**k are you doing here?”
Aspen laughs, clearly unfazed by my tone and yanks her arm out of my reach. “I’m getting a strip tease from Hemy. What does it look like?” She reaches for Hemy’s jeans and pulls him closer to her. “Don’t stop dancing on account of that ass**le,” she says with a scowl.
Hemy raises an eyebrow to me and smirks as he notices my eyes trail down toward her hands that are working their way down to his hard dick. She’s clearly trying to push my buttons.
“Don’t come over here and try to ruin my fun just because you’re having a bad day. Clearly you have some shit to deal with.” She runs her hand over Hemy’s c**k while looking at me. Hemy seems to f**king like this. “Maybe Hemy isn’t as big of a dick as you.” She laughs and looks me in the eyes. “Well, he definitely has as big of a dick as you. Maybe he knows how to use it just as good.”
Okay. Now I am getting extremely f**king pissed. I don’t like seeing her rub his f**king c**k one bit. It makes me want to kick the shit out of Hemy. Well, that’s a f**king new feeling. “Too bad you won’t be finding out. You’re f**king going home. Now.”
She yanks her arm away from me as I reach for it. “The hell I am. I’m having fun with Hemy. He’s so damn sexy.” She steps closer to Hemy and caresses his chest and abs. “And I bet those piercings feel . . . good. I’ve heard some hot, hot stories about him. Maybe I want to try him out. Have a little fun of my own for once.”
Hemy goes to reach for her waist, but I place my hand to his chest and push him back. “Back the f**k up, man.” My jaw steels as I look him in the eyes to let him know just how f**king serious I am. “Not a good time to f**k with me.”
