Could I be so lucky?
Could I be blessed enough to have all her firsts and seconds, and a hundred other firsts? What was it in my past life that gave me this… this… gift? One I should cherish.
But I won’t. Not because I’m a jackass, but because she won’t want the fuss. She doesn’t flaunt things. She doesn’t goad people. She tells it like it is and hints at what things are that aren’t. All her quips about sex and giving head and dating were all just for show. Something she put on to fit into a group that lives half its life with sex on display.
She grew up in the club. Saw more of it than most people do in their entire lifetimes, and she isn’t even a quarter of her way through life yet. She did what she had to do. Either to blend or survive, I don’t know.
But she doesn’t need to pretend anymore. Not because I popped her cherry, butbecause I won’t let her just exist anymore. We all saw her. Wedealtwith her. But just like Abigail, we kept her at arm’s length. She got close to us because of time and space, not because we let her in. Not really. Not like how some of the old ladies are.
And that stops now.
The very thought makes me smirk. She sees it and must think I’m challenging her still. Calling her bluff. I’m about to step back and just say fuck the blue balls, but she surprises me.
She sinks to her knees, pulling my pants down as she goes.
Finding the flap on my briefs, she guides her skilled fingers in and pulls me out. Her hand runs up and down my length, and her thumb traces around the ridge at the top before moving over my slit.
“Try not to come too fast,” she says a second before she takes me all the way into her mouth and chokes, coughing and gagging but not releasing me.
I lock my knees to keep myself standing. Her kisses are amazing. Having sex with her is phenomenal. But her mouth? I’ve never had anything better in my life.
If she’s done this before, I don’t care. If she hasn’t, I also don’t give a flying rat’s ass. Skill or no, having her gag on my dick has me counting in Spanish, backward, to keep from blowing my load.
Her warning might have been another bullshit move or the warning it was meant to be. I can’t tell right now. I can’t tell anything. All I know is I don’t want her to stop. Ican’thave her stop. I might die if she does.
I grab her head and hold tight, not directing her, but just needing something to make sure I’m in the present and didn’t die and go to heaven.
I’m so fucking close that I start chanting her name. The name of my old lady.
“Jesus, Peaches. Your mouth… fuck. So good, Peaches. Don’t stop. Never stop. Oh, Peaches.”
But then she does.
She pulls off my cock, rolls away, and is by my door a second later.
“What the hell?” My dick is still out of my pants, and I shimmy to turn. I’m confused, turned on, and starting to get mad. Really mad.
“What? You got what you wanted. I sucked your cock.”
I grind my teeth together. Never in my life have I been denied before. And from the smirk on her face, she knows that.
“What? Used to getting everything you want? Welcome to my world, asshole. Taught to me by this club.” She gestures to the walls surrounding us. “You get half-truths. And just when you think you’re about to find peace, someone comes along and takes it away, leaving you standing there with your pants down and fucked over but with zero satisfaction.”
She unlocks the door and opens it a second before she’s out of the room. I’m tucking myself back into my damn pants with the door still open as I chase after her.
“Ruby,” I bellow down the hall.
She turns to glare at me for a second before she rounds the corner. I quicken my pace, knowing she ain’t stopping for me anytime soon.
“Nat, we’re going. For real this time.” She gets to her friend and picks up her bag.
“Where’re you going?” I ask. Half the damn club is here, and not a single person seems to be doing anything but looking at us.
“To see Dad. Like a good little cunt.” She flinches at the word she hates more than she hates asparagus. And she really doesn’t like that stuff.
“Your dad?” Nat questions.
“Oh, right,” she huffs and looks around. Seeing Casper, she holds his gaze while she talks to her roommate. “You don’t know. Well, it’s not a secret anymore.” Casper shakes his head, which she ignores as she turns back to lookat Nat. “Dad’s alive. Just got out of a coma. It was all a cover-up concocted by this place.” Another hand movement to show which place, and with whom the blame sits. All of us. “He’s out of it now. Everything is fine, except he doesn’t remember me or Mom and wants to get his dick wet. So I’ve got to go play nice with him and his new side dish to make sure the club’sbelovedbrother doesn’t get worse or something. ’Cause we wouldn’t want him to suffer. Who gives a fuck about anyone else as long as he’s alive and kicking.”
