I liked Josh, though. He was my kind of person, with his mesh shirt and ever-changing hair color. “Can I get a Railbender?”
“You drink beer?” Ross said in surprise as he gathered in closer to me against the bar. The scent of the cologne he’d put on, which happened to be mine, tickled my nose and smelled good on him. I made a mental note to make him wear it every day.
“Did you expect me to only be a martini drinker?” I teased, poking him in the side and smacking my lips in his direction. “Presumptuous, aren’t you?”
“You only ever ordered mixed drinks when we were out together before. I’m impressed,” he whispered into my ear, kissing the skin in front of it before he turned to Josh. “I’ll have the same.”
Josh smirked at us and nodded. “Sure thing. It’s on the house tonight. The Harlots are paying.”
I snorted. “No wonder the Kings are here. You’d find them anywhere there’s free alcohol.”
He laughed and shook his head as he strolled off to get the beer. Any other time I might have taken the moment to appreciate the way those pants worked his ass, but Ross had my full attention. He looked so good tonight that my mouth watered every time I glanced in his direction.
He peered around the room, taking in the bikers and whores who were grinding and fucking one another on the dance floor and across the rest of the room. Public sex wasn’t anything new with these guys and girls, but this was also the first time, I was aware of, that Ross had been near the bikers during a party.
Jester was one of the ones doing the fucking, and Bliss, a fellow Courtesan who Jester favored, was bent over a table getting pounded by the big man’s cock. Even from here I could see the pleasure on Bliss’s face. When he saw us looking, he raised his hand in a hello. I waved back, but that wasn’t the only body part rising. My cock was half hard at the sight, need sparking through me tight and hot. I shivered and turned back to the bar to nudge myself against the wood, hoping for relief from the pressure.
“Does that turn you on?” I whispered to Ross, watching the hungry expression flash across his face. “Aren’t they hot together?”
“Yes.” He dragged the word out, his voice low and guttural. When he looked at me, his pupils were blown from desire, and that only made my cock grow harder.
“Do you want to fuckmein front of all these people?” I whispered, slithering closer to him so I could rub myself against his thigh. “This is what you do to me. You make me so hot and horny. It’s been two months since you’ve had me.”
He pressed himself tight to my side, his mouth so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips. “I thought about you every time I jacked off in prison.”
“Yeah?” I dragged my bottom lip between my teeth and grinned. “Thought about my tight hole squeezing your cock?”
The sounds of the grunts and moans that filled the room had my belly warm. It’d been so long since I’d been to a biker party that I’d forgotten what it was like. I could ask Ross to fuck me right here over the bar and no one would say a word about it. Hell, the Courtesan had parties just like this, too. Events like this were all about sex, and it’d been too long since I’d had a dick inside me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone two months without a fuck.
“You know, we could take our beers upstairs?” I licked my lips and tilted my head back just a little so I could lightly graze my mouth over his. “What do you say?”
Josh placed the drinks in front of us, but there was no way I was tearing my attention from Ross, and Josh must have understood, or was used to it, because he moved on to the next person.
Ross swallowed, his cheeks flushing red with need as he smirked. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
I patted his shoulder. “Stay right here.” Leaving him there, I walked toward a booth of Kings in the far corner. I’d spotted them as I’d come in, and King, the president of the club, was sitting in the middle with a can of pop in front of him, and his boyfriend, a former DEA agent from what I’d heard, at his side. Casper, the manager of Black Out, was on the outer right edge of the rounded seat, and I knew he’d have the keys to one of the rooms I wanted.
I stopped beside the booth and conversation between them died. They all knew me from the parties I’d attended at their clubhouse. Smiling sweetly, I focused on Casper. “Hello, my favorite.”
Casper snorted and swiped at his white-dyed hair, brown at the roots, so much like mine in color. The side of his neck was tattooed with a veiny heart that reached for his jaw. “What do you want, Stormy?”
I pouted. “What makes you think I want something?”
He raised his dark eyebrows. “Try again.”
King and his boy toy laughed, and I sent them a wink before turning my attention back to Casper. “You might have noticed I brought a friend with me.”
“The ex-mayor? Yeah, we noticed.” He leaned back and crossed his arms, his mouth twisting up on the right. “And?”
“Well… he just got out of prison. It’s been two long months, Casper. I need his cock inside me.”
“So have sex like everyone else.” He waved his hand toward Jester and Bliss, craning around me to get a good eyeful.
“I’d rather we have some time alone. Maybe… in one of your VIP rooms upstairs?” I added an extra dose of sweetness in my voice, but Casper wasn’t foolish enough to fall for it, damn him.
He gave me an unimpressed look, mouth pursed. “No.”
I pouted harder, doing my best to appear adorable. I knew I wasn’t Casper’s type, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a weakness for me. I was used to getting my own way in the long run. “Please?”
