Play Dirty: Devil's Mustangs MC
Evelyn Glass
Chapter 1: Passed Around
CAL
It’s so motherfucking hot.
I kick the sheet off of me and roll to my side. A small, delicate arm drapes over me, following my motion. Inside, I cringe. I absolutely hate it when they overstay their welcome. And this chick’s been here way too long for my liking.
I slide her arm off of me, watching it fall fast to the bed below. I’d hoped that would wake her up, maybe even give her the signal that it is time for her to skedaddle, but she doesn’t do anything but snore softly through her open mouth. Is she this clueless with the other guys?
After a few moments of staring daggers at her closely shut eyelids, I give up. I scoot myself over to the side of the bed and get myself up. It’s early still – probably only 5 or so. I should be sleeping last night’s ride off, but instead I was an idiot that took some company. I know better. After a turnout ride, I’m usually hyped up, amped up, ready to do some damage. Taking a broad from the club home is pretty much guaranteed to be bad news. They’re tired and run-down and this girl is no different. I’ve had her before.
I groan as I emerge from the bathroom. She must have heard me leave. Now she’s sitting up near the top of the bed, her knees pulled to her naked chest. From this angle, I can just see the hint of curly * hair greeting me.
Her cracking voice calls to me in the dark, “Cal, come back to bed. We got things to do.”
I set down the glass of water I brought back with me on my dresser and stand my ground. “Get going, Vanessa. You know this ain’t a fuckin’ hotel.”
“But I’m different. You know that.” She unwraps her arms, exposing her small, apple sized breasts to me. She’s young, perky, everything a club guy could want. And most of the men count down their days until it’s their turn to take her. But she’s vanilla. And once a girl’s been taken enough times, I’m ready to toss ‘em. No point in keeping bad * around.
“Okay, Vanessa. Cut the shit. You know you can’t stay here. This ain’t your place, and it sure as shit ain’t your bed to sleep in. Get goin’.”
She stands, her long, thin legs folding under her and those apple tits bouncing a bit from the motion. Her hips sway as they saunter in towards my direction. She lifts her arms above her head, bringing my eyes instantly to her chest. I can’t look away from them. They’re nearly perfect – just a little small for my taste. Still, I could suck on those perky pink nipples all night if I had the chance.
Her naked form approaches me and reaches out a hand. She touches the black hair on my chest, running her fingers through it, slightly pulling at the edges. I stand still, trying to ignore the excitement bringing me to full attention. Her dark eyes flicker once, twice, three times, as she tries to focus on my face. Behind her sex-kitten bravado, I can tell that when she looks at me and my scarred face, she’s scared. I don’t blame her.
Truth be told, I don’t treat women like her kindly. Not that I treat good women any better, mind. But she knows what she’s good for and what I want for her. Still, she gets off on it. And by the way her other hand is lingering between her thighs, I can tell that whatever danger she’s seeing in me is enough of an aphrodisiac.
After a long second of her taking me in, she smiles coyly and says, “You’re right, Cal. That ain’t my bed, and I certainly shouldn’t be in it. But we don’t have to be in bed to do what we both know you want to do with me.”
She doesn’t let me speak, which is good, ‘cause I don’t want to say a word anyway. She slowly pushes her hand down my chest towards my hips and down to my cock. It’s already bulging a bit as she places it in her cold hand. I have to grab on to the chest to steady myself as she pulls gently on it, bringing me closer to her. Her erect nipples graze my skin, and I can feel a bit of her belly against my thigh. She’s straddling one of my legs, enough for me to feel the hair covering her snatch.
I get a small whiff of her hair – stale perfume, menthols, tequila. Even after an evening of rough sex, she still smells like every club girl I know – but it’s intoxicating nonetheless. And as she starts to move that hand up and down my shaft, I give in. What’s a man to do when it’s offered up on a silver platter?
But when her lips come in for a kiss, I pull away. I’m not one of those guys who get off sucking face. I want what I want. And I want it now. Instead, I put my hand on her shoulders and force her down to her knees. She needs to concentrate on my needs, not on getting herself off. She places herself at my feet and I watch as her head slowly look up at me, finding my eyes in the darkness. Her face grins as she continues to stroke me.