Page 62 of Speak No Claim

Before I knew what was happening, the blonde was kneeling between her thighs, lapping at her. The music blared through the house, thumping against the walls, vibrating on my back.

Usually, guys in my current state couldn’t perform when they were as fucked up as I was, but I was a lucky bastard. Drugs and alcohol only made me hard as hell.

“Fuck each other,” I ordered in a low-pitched tone. “Get nice and wet for me.”

They crawled their way to each other, sitting up on their knees in the center, devouring each other. Their tongues were taking what the other wanted, as their hands glided in sync down their bodies. They were moaning into one another’s mouths, causing my cock to twitch and throb against the zipper of my slacks.

They never took their eyes off me as they finger fucked each other. I reached down, fumbling to unbuckle my pants, pulling out my cock, and jerking it off. Enjoying the goddamn show with hazy, hooded eyes, I stroked my cock harder the closer they got to coming.

“Come here,” I demanded, nodding toward the brunette and never letting up on stroking my dick.

I didn’t give a shit if people were watching. It wouldn’t be the first time and probably not the last. She happily obliged, leaving her friend. Crawling over to me, she got up on her knees. I gripped the back of her hair by the nape of her neck, forcefully tugging it back when she leaned in to kiss me.

We weren’t kissing.

She was going to suck my dick.

Plain and simple.

A moan escaped her mouth, confirming she liked it rough. I dragged her down, moving her to face my cock, shoving it to the back of her throat until she gagged. She never stopped sucking. I grabbed on tighter, bobbing her head the way I liked.

“Arghhh…” I groaned out, nodding to the chick. “Put my balls in your mouth. Show me how much you want to suck my dick, and maybe I’ll let you.”

She grinned, licking from my taint to my balls, sucking one into her mouth and humming, while the brunette sucked my dick like she had something to prove. Her sloppy, wet mouth felt amazing. The blonde stuck out her tongue and licked up my balls to my shaft, while the brunette sucked on the head of my dick. I gripped the sides of her face, thrusting it into the back of her throat.

I fucked her face for a few seconds, wanting to feel the back of her mouth.

I pulled it out with a pop, and she gasped for air.

“Good girl,” I growled in a low, rumbling tone.

Despite being hard, I couldn’t get off. Maybe it was the drugs. It was only when I stared up at the sky, envisioning Hennessy, that I started to feel the desire to come. However, before I could relax enough, something from the corner of my eye caught my attention.

She was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood…

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Now she was really going to see how big my teeth were.

Chapter

Nineteen

Onyx: Life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% of how you react to it.

Tucking my cock back into my slacks, I ignored their desperate pleas. Leaving them alone, I found someone far more entertaining to whet my appetite.

Making my way to her, Caspian stopped me. “Hey,” he greeted. “You made it.” He smiled in a shit-eating way, fully aware of who had my complete focus. He nodded to her, dancing on the bar. “Did you tell her to wear that for you?” he taunted, whispering in my ear from behind me. “Much easier to chase if she’s wearing red.”

All I could do was stand there in disbelief, mesmerized by the way she rocked her hips. The song “Jamaican Bam Bam” was playing, remixed by the house DJ. It was one of my favorites.

She danced in a way that no other girl was, and I wasn’t the only one captivated by her. The entire room was. They were all watching the way she effortlessly moved her body, screaming sex without even trying. She wasn’t showing off or pretending to be someone she wasn’t. She got lost in the music like she always did when she was by herself, or so she thought.

This time, she wasn’t just dancing for me unknowingly. Now she was dancing for everyone, and I fucking hated that. Frozen in the spot I stood, I watched her from across the wide-open space. I was still outside, and she was in one of the living rooms. It had the main dance floor beside the bar, next to the DJ booth.

It wasn’t until a few guys began tugging on the pleat of her skirt that my patience snapped. The anger I’d been trying to hold back all night, numbing it with liquor, drugs, and pussy decided to explode, and within the blink of an eye, I felt stone-cold sober.

She started shaking her ass above them with her cheeks full on display for all to see. In an instant, I saw nothing but fucking red, matching the color of her barely-there costume. It wasn’t until she crouched in front of them, getting close to their face, that I truly lost my shit.