The man in the wolf mask had pressed against my back, his rigid cock impossible to ignore, and he curled his hands around my waist. I wanted him to play with my breasts and pussy while we watched. But I hadn’t felt the desire to join the group; I only wanted to watch with my wolf’s hands and mouth on me, no one else’s.
When he asked me if this was the first time I’d been in a club like Hedon, I didn’t even think to lie. Though it was probablyimpossible not to tell since my face flushed like a neon sign as I watched, riveted, as a man slid into a woman’s ass.
I’ve only had vanilla sex, nothing like the erotic sex I was witnessing.
My moans fill the ensuite at the thought of my wolf claiming me like that. My orgasm is rising hard and fast, but I don’t want this to end too quickly, so I ease off playing with my clit.
An idea for a fantasy for me to masturbate to takes hold. I’m back in that private room in Hedon, on the bed, while my masked wolf sits in a chair. I’m completely naked, and he’s fully dressed.
“Show me how you like to finger-fuck that beautiful cunt, siren,” he says in my fantasy.
Just imagining him saying those crude words pushes me toward an orgasm again. I slide down the wall to sit on the shower floor and do as he says in the fantasy, imagining that he’s here watching me.
Spreading my legs wide apart, I split my lips with my index and middle fingers, tilting my hips so, if he were actually here, he’d have a front-row seat to everything. With my other hand, I push in two fingers, but I can’t find that trigger button he had expertly homed in on.
Watching me, he pulls out his cock and starts to fist it. The strokes are harsh and aggressive, almost angry that it’s his hand and not some part of me wrapped around it.
I work myself harder, letting the fantasy play out uninhibited in my mind, and my finger on my clit moves faster. He rises from the chair, his hand not missing a beat as he stalks toward me. The broad head of his cock glistens with leaking cum.
“Where should I shoot my cum? Down your throat, deep in your pussy, or all over your tits and neck?”
“All over me,” I moan without thought, craving that debasement. I want him to cover me, including my face.
Deep inside my pussy is actually thelastplace I want his cum, or any man’s cum. My fear of getting pregnant and losing another child is almost enough to fling me out of my fantasy and dry up my arousal.
“Good fucking girl, siren,” he growls, pulling me back into my fantasy and my pleasure. His cum erupts from his cock, hitting my flesh in spurts that cover my skin.
Pleasure erupts through me as my orgasm hits me hard. In my fantasy, he smears his cum all over me: over my breasts, my stomach, up my neck, and then over my face. He rubs it in until it’s no longer noticeable on my skin, as the last of my orgasm fades.
In my fantasy, he presses his finger into my mouth. “Suck me clean, siren.”
One last jerk of pleasure shudders through me as I come down from my release, sitting alone on the shower floor with water cascading around me.
My hands fall to my side and my head tilts back against the wall. Parts of that fantasy had felt so real, it’s insane.
“You can’t go to Hedon tonight or ever again,” I remind myself firmly.
Not if members of the Havoc Guardians are there. And I definitely can’t entangle myself with my masked man again. The Havoc Guardians logo on his back was enough of a red flag.
I came back here to lay my ghosts to rest, so I can finally completely move on. Cut the ties that bind me here. The ties with Guerilla to have the closure of telling him face to face to get forever fucked. And the ties to Hayes to…
I close my eyes, unsure of Hayes.
Keifer’s words from yesterday about forgiveness for my sake come back.
I know Hayes kept Guerilla’s cheating from me to protect me. When he found out initially, he had beaten the shit out of him,and Guerilla promised him it was just that one time. Hayes had always hated causing me pain of any kind. So yes, keeping it from me was a terrible best friend move, but I can understand why he did it. I know that if he had proof Guerilla was lying, or knew that, in the future, I would’ve walked in on Guerilla with three Club Pussy, he would’ve told me when he first discovered that his brother was a piece of cheating shit. Hayes hated him, but he loved me as his best friend.
And if he had any idea that I would lose my child shortly after…
Pain swells within me, and tears sting my eyes. IknowHayes would’ve done anything to avoid that from happening, even though he hated that Guerilla was the father. He was invested in that child because it wasmine, his best friend’s.
Hisplatonicbest friend.
Yeah, I remember, brain, thanks for always tossing that in my face.Like I could ever forget that’s all Hayes saw me as. That I was only his little dove, the girl he put on a pedestal to protect her purity and innocence from the gritty world we ran in.
He loved me, yes, but as a friend.
But another doubt creeps in as I wonder about Hayes’ reaction to me coming back. It’s been over a decade since I last saw him. That’s a long time. People change. He served in the Marines and is now back with the MC he grew up in. He’s a brother now, a full-fledged member of a criminal motorcycle club. There was always a darkness in Hayes back when we were younger—I sensed it and knew it was there, even if he kept that part of himself hidden from me. But with the years between us, with him in the Marines and now fully immersed in MC life, that darkness would have grown. He won’t be the same boy I knew and instantly fell for when we were twelve.
