Chapter 21
Hank
Onyxdropsdownonthe couch beside me. He just got patched in as a full-fledged member of the Hellions about three months ago. He kind of reminds me of myself. Quiet, but deadly. The fucker has a talent for skinning the flesh off human bodies.
“‘Sup man? You workin’ at the bar tonight?” His deep voice rumbles as he tilts his head in a nod at the two club whores across the way at the pool table. Janice and fuck, what was the other one’s name? It’s barely six in the evening, and they’ve already been fucked by at least three of the brothers.
“Yeah. I’m planning to head over later,” I tell him, lifting my beer to my mouth, drinking the last of what’s in it.
“Cool. Earl’s got me workin’ there tonight. He wants me bouncin’ the rich pricks out if they get out of line.” He laughs, taking his pointer finger and pushing his glasses back up his nose. I’ve always wondered why he doesn’t wear contacts. He even has some special shade glasses that he wears when he’s riding his bike.
The two club girls head our way, exaggerating the sway in their hips. Their tits spill over the cups of their bras, and they're both in some type of short spandex skirts that barely cover their worn pussies.
“Hey there, boys,” the brunette—fuck what is her name—all but purrs, her fingertips tracing along her cleavage.
“What the hell you waiting for, ladies? Get on your knees and suck our cocks.” Onyx undoes his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls his semi-hard cock out of his pants.
I move to stand up, but maybe this is what I need to move on and truly put Vee in the past.
The girls drop to their knees, the blonde in front of Onyx and the brunette in front of me.
I reach down and undo my pants, gripping my flaccid cock, giving it a few strokes as the brunette places her hands on my knees. She’s dragging her tongue across her bottom lip as she stares at my dick with hunger in her eyes.
When I glance over at Onyx, he has his hands gripping Janice’s hair, thrusting her downward on his shaft. I can hear her gagging and laugh.
“I can do that for you,” the brunette’s squeaky voice pulls my attention back to her. Then it hits me. Amy, that’s her fucking name. She’s okay-looking. She’s not a woman I’d go after for more than anything but a fuck. So it’s a good thing she’s a club girl.
“Then why isn’t your mouth already on it,” I say deeply, letting my hand drop.
She raises up on her knees, letting her hands slide down the length of my thighs, before taking my cock in her hand and stroking.
Nothing. The fucking thing goes limp.
She sticks out her tongue and drags it up the length of my shaft from base to tip, dragging it lazily around the head.
Nothing. It’s as if the fucking thing has gone on strike, because it’s not Vee’s mouth and hands on it.
“I didn’t say play with it. Suck the damn thing,” I order her. Letting my head fall back on the couch, I think of Vee.
How perfect she looks when she’s naked. The way her nipples pebble so tightly when I blow on them. How her orgasm comes quicker when I suck her clit and pull and tug on her nips at the same time. Fuck, she sounds like a goddess when she cries out her release, and her thighs press against my head so tightly I feel like I’m going to suffocate.
Death by pussy. A perfect way to go.
It fucking works, though, because my dick starts to twitch and come back to life. I just need to keep pretending the bitch is the woman I love. The woman who I’m not good enough for, one who needs to add on more men to satisfy her.
“Hank, baby,” she pops her mouth off my cock and moans. “Wouldn’t you rather have your dick buried inside my pussy?”
“No,” I bark. “Why would I want your loose cunt? Now suck my cock or get the fuck out of here.” She lowers her head, taking me back into her mouth. I take a cue out of Onyx’s book, gripping her hair in my hand, and shove her head down, my cock sliding deeper into the back of her throat. She gags, but I push the sound aside as I slip back into my daydream, pretending she’smygirl who’s moaning around my shaft. The only woman I want on my cock.
Amy bobs her head up and down rapidly, her lips stretched around my shaft. I don’t move my hand from her hair just in case she decides to take a break to speak again. She swirls her tongue around my swollen head, like she thinks that’s going to make me come. It doesn’t, and it won’t. I just need to keep picturing Vee.
I replace the dull brunette woman before me with the image of one with long, wavy, dark red hair. When she tilts her head up, peering at me through her lashes, all I see are the mostbeautiful brown eyes. I can hear her whimpers, and know that she’s fingering herself with her free hand. I lick my lips already savoring tasting her juices on her fingers. It’s all I need to tip me over the edge. I buck my hips upward, shooting my cum down her throat and smile at her gagging on it.
Only when I open my eyes and see my vision is replaced with a club whore, I regret doing it. That’s when I hear my name shouted angrily. “Hank, what the fuck, man!” Doc’s voice catches my attention, and my eyes dart up to see Luke at his side.
My body jerks in response, and Amy’s head pops off my cock with a wet smack, strings of spit connecting her mouth to my glistening tip. She looks over her shoulder at the sound, not even bothering to wipe her mouth.
“I asked a fucking question,” he barks as he storms right for me.
