Starr.
That’s her name. Starr with two R’s.
“How about we go somewhere quiet?” she suggests.
I take King’s advice from a few days ago and take her up to my room. I’ve had a few beers, I’m as relaxed as I can be, and maybe spending time with a woman is what I need. She falls back on my bed with a bounce and laughs.
“I haven’t done this in a while. I’m probably not gonna last long,” I warn her.
Her laughter dies and she comes towards me, latching her fingers onto my cut.
“Then I should take care of you first then you can repay me while you wait to go again.”
A playful smile spreads across her beautiful face as she unbuckles my belt and pops my jeans open. She presses a kiss to my mouth then lowers herself down onto her knees, dragging my boxers and jeans down with her. The chilly air hits my thighs, but the goosebumps are from her sliding her hands around them.
I was good to go as we made our way up the stairs, and she wastes no time wrapping her lips around my length.
She moves slow at first then takes my breath away when she takes the whole of me down into her throat. My balls tighten and I grab onto her hair. I keep her deep for a few moments before she starts to gag around me. I know I warned her I wouldn’t last long, but I’m good to shoot my load already and I can’t have that.
There’s quick and then there’s pitiful.
I release her and she coughs and splutters before sucking me back into her mouth again.
“Fuckin’ Hell,” I choke out just as she chokes on me once again.
Her head bobs as she sucks like she’s been sucking dick her whole life and the life before.
She cups my balls and I’m done. I empty months worth of built up come and she takes every last drop, even then, she continues to suck me clean.
My thighs shake as she leans back and climbs on the bed. She wriggles her skirt up and above her hips and brings her tiny top down, showcasing an impressive rack.
I lean onto the bed and kiss my way up her thighs, I reach her flaming red panties and pause. I look up at her and ask, “Have you been around here before tonight?”
“A few times.”
“Have you been with any of the brothers?”
Looking away, she mutters, “Maxwell and Trey.”
I sit up on my knees. The moment is gone. “I ain’t interested in putting my mouth where my brother’s dicks have been.”
Her cheeks flame brighter than her panties. “Fuck you. I do shower, you asshole!”
“Put your tits away, I ain’t interested. You can leave now.”
“Are you being serious, right now? You won’t touch me cause I’ve been with other guys? It doesn’t bother me sucking your dick when others have done you too.”
I grow tired of this back and forth. “I guess my standards are higher than yours.”
“Fuck you!”
She sits up and yanks her top up, then pulls her skirt down. She clambers off the bed, barging into my shoulder on her way out.
“Don’t be too upset, I’m sure Max and Trey will ride you again.”
The door slams and I adjust myself and put my dick away. The thought of going back down to the party has my stomach coiling but the thought of staying cooped up in this room has my chest tightening. Standing out in the hall, Effie’s door gets my attention. Nothing tightens or coils inside me at the thought of enteringthatroom.
I unlock the door and slide down the wood until my ass is on the cold floor once I’m inside. I interrupt her picking off her nail polish. All I can hear is whoever is in the next room going at it, the headboard slamming into the wall like there’s no tomorrow.
