No brother needed to dig deep to see the darkness ticking away in his eyes, the single-minded obsession with moving us around on the chess board 'til the club or the cartel broke.
Rabid disappeared early in the evening with Red and another girl, some dark haired slut I'd never seen before. I was left alone with a bottle of Jack and molten lava hitting my dick in waves. Girls halfway undressed passed by me with brothers holding their hands.
Some were on the floor, hands between their legs, grunting as they teased their clits and warmed up for the men. Others were still fully unclothed, their ruby red and royal purple lips wrapped around every dick they could find, sucking brother's off in the hallways and underneath the tables. But it wasn't that shit turning me to steel.
It was the little flashes of Missy I caught moving through the crowd, bending over to give brothers their drinks and pick up the shit they'd left on the floor. Christ. Her ripe, round ass did more to feed my furnace than all these other bitches would've buck naked, all of 'em wrapped around me, eager and ready at the same damned time.
The only chick I wanted was out there, doing her job like a robot, and she'd been programmed to spit pure fire my way. Especially if I wandered up to her in this state.
Shit. My brain turned to mush an hour ago, sprouting the happy fuzz I always got when I marinated my guts in too much booze. I stayed well away from the assholes flopped on the floor with their girls, pushing nasty shit into their veins.
More guys were drugged and fucking in their rooms, their doors left wide open. I walked down the hallway, dick straining when I saw all the hot, sweaty bodies pumping. The thought of having mine between one special pair of legs got me harder than granite, my dick and nobody else's going in her sweet *, claiming what should've been mine by rights for throwing the old lady label on her.
If I ever got a piece of her naked, it wouldn't be slow, sweaty, or loving. It was going to be a raw, ruthless, mind-bending fuck, a fuck that would leave her shaking long after I erupted in her *, splitting her whole fucking world apart and filling it with me. Really, truly making her mine.
Fuck, my dick ached like it was recovering from a lightning strike. Guess it was – thinking about Missy's warm * without having it hurt just as bad.
I tipped my bottle to my lips and poured more napalm down the hatch, stopping in front of Rabid's half-cracked door to watch him empty his nuts in Red. His bare ass bobbed between her legs, twitching with pleasure as he cursed and tweaked her nipples, blowing his load deep in her cunt.
Shit, shit, shit...
The flap of my boxers was soaked. I'd lost so much pre-come thinking about her, wandering around like the drunken fuck I was, that I was starting to figure out how strippers felt after dancing in their thongs all night.
Halfway down the hall, a hand reached out and jerked my cut. I couldn't resist the pull, growling as I spun and hit the wall. Whoever the fuck did it put their hand way too close to my name patch. Nothing pissed a brother off more than having his colors messed with, front or back. I was just as ready to fight for 'em with my life as anybody here.
“Hey! You better have a damned good reason for fucking with me like –“
Before I could get another word out, a small flash of curves smashed against me, and lukewarm heat covered my lips. Twinkie's kiss was all tongue and teeth, so warm and wet my dick jerked in recognition.
Fuck me if my arms didn't fold right over the small of her back. Big mistake. The slut took that as a signal to grind right into me, pushing her * against my jeans, nothing between her slick little slit except a pair of lacy black panties with GRIZZLIES MC stamped in red on the ass.
I knew those panties well. I'd ripped them off and pushed them in her mouth while we'd fucked a dozen times before.
Her tongue was darting in and out my lips, urging me to tongue-fuck her back, when I finally opened my drunken eyes. The door was still open. Somebody was standing out there watching us, and my vision narrowed on her standing there, mouth hanging open and eyes wide in shock.
Missy looked like she'd seen a fucking ghost. Her fist wrapped around the broom so tight her knuckles were like ivory.
The raging bull in my pants collapsed and started to go soft. I tore my mouth away from Twinkie's and gave her a rough push. Bitch had a powerful hold with her fingernails. She spun around and was still hanging on me when I was halfway into the hall, her bare legs sliding seductively on mine.
Enough.
I bucked my hips hard, shoving her to the wall. I'd never hurt a woman, but I wanted her the fuck off me. I used one hand to steady her, making sure she wasn't gonna fall, and then ripped myself away.
“Baby? What the fuck!” Her face wrinkled up in confusion and disappointment.
“I can't do this shit tonight. Find somebody else to suck and ride...”