I can see how it might work. Aside from the obvious daddy issues, I don't think the girl has even had a friend in years. I mean, sure, that's my doing, but still…
I saw the way she looked at me when I uninvited Sasha to the party and kicked Rhys and his crew out of the house.
The security guard scans my ticket and checks my ID before I step into the venue with a couple of guys I used to play hockey with and the girls they brought. I've been waiting for this concert for fucking months. I need to stop thinking about fucking my stepsister and enjoy it.
Besides, one of them has been hanging on my arm and smiling at me the entire hour we spent in line. She has wavy brown hair and a septum ring like Saige, and I can tell she wants to fuck.
We go to the bar when we get inside and order some shots. Before I take mine, the girl, Charley, takes it from me, and, just as I'm about to bitch her out, tucks it into her cleavage.
"Go ahead and take it," she says, arching her back.
"You don't know what you've just done," I tell her.
"I think I do."
I look her up and down before dipping my head, taking my time picking up the shot glass with my teeth before draining the contents and setting it back on the table.
"Nice work," she says. "Such precision."
"I'm very methodical."
"I bet you are."
We order a couple more shots before the show starts, and then make our way to our spots. But we aren't even through the opening set before Charley has her hand in my pants, no-so-discreetly jerking my cock in the dark space.
"Jesus, you're huge," she says. "I knew you would be."
My thoughts instantly drift to Saige again. Saige, who probably can't even sit down comfortably after what I did earlier, stroking me in her fist, knowing she disappointed me and she owes me, or else I might not give her a ride home tonight. I might just leave her here if she can't make it up to me.
Fuck, that's a pretty sight. Not enough for me to come in my pants, thankfully. That's not really something I want to do again.
"I want to suck it now, and when we leave here, you can come home with me and have me any way you want."
That's all I need to hear.
I drag Charley into the men's washroom with me. No one bats an eye when we pass them on our way into the stall, and when I pull out my dick, her eyes go wide.
"You said you knew it was huge. You started this," I tell her. "Are you going to finish it, or what?"
"I'm always up for a challenge."
She bites her lip and drops to her knees, wrapping her hand around the base of my dick and opening wide, looking up at me with big blue eyes while she tries to take me into her throat and gags.
It feels fucking good, but… "Close your eyes," I tell her.
I can tell she doesn't understand; it's just that it's hard for me to look down at her when the watery eyes I want to see looking up at me are light brown, the color of amber.
I let her lick and suck it like a fucking lollipop while my mind wanders to that girl with the amber eyes, picturing her cheeks burning while they hollow around my dick. The girl in my head looks scared and weak, hopeless and desperate for my cock, just like the way I want her.
I groan, grabbing a fist full of wavy brown hair. "That's it, baby," I say to that girl while thrusting into Charley's throat. "Choke on it."
But I can't quite get the girl on her knees with my dick in her mouth to turn into Saige. She's making too much noise—these weird high-pitched little shrieks while she sucks on it—and it's pulling me right out of my fantasy.
And from the sound of it, Sleep Token has taken the stage now. And I still can't fucking come.
I close my eyes and remember the way Saige squirmed on my lap earlier, and finally get close, but then Charley lets my dick drop from her lips.
"Holy shit," she says, gasping for air while she pumps me in her fist. "I need a break. Tell me what to do."
