He knocked back the last of his beer and signaled for another. “Don’t even act like it’s the same. Some random guy has his dick in your girl right now. He’s looking at her tits. He’s touching her in places only you should get to.”
Says who? I didn’t own her.
Trying to be patient, I said, “Okay, try it a different way. What if we were at an orgy and it was happening? Would you still be such a prude about it?”
He rocked back. “I’m not a prude! I’ll fuck a chick before you do if that’s what you’re into.”
“So it’s that she’s getting paid for it that bothers you?”
“I don’t know, man. You just…don’t date hookers. Not that I need to pay for sex, but if I did, I wouldn’t date her afterwards. Let them serve their purpose and then move on.”
It was like having a conversation with an inferior lifeform. Was I really going to be on tour with this guy for the rest of my career? When they offered me a record deal if the five of us formed a band, I thought it didn’t matter what the other guys were like as long as the outcome was music. Turns out, it mattered more than I thought it would. I found myself annoyed with Johnny onstage, like even his drumming style was getting on my nerves at the end of long days with him.
He was an immature ass.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Maia:I need you. Hurry.
My stomach dropped. Had something bad happened?
I threw enough cash down on the bar to cover our tab and headed out of the bar and towards the main casino floor without so much as saying bye to Johnny.
I tried calling Maia twice, but she didn’t pick up, so by the time I reached the door of our hotel room and inserted my key, I was fully panicking. I didn’t even know if she was back, but it seemed like the best place to start.
When I made it into the room, she was waiting for me by the door, like the few extra seconds it would’ve taken to get to her were too much. Worry flooded my system, but she looked perfectly fine, standing in a towel with wet hair, smiling at me like she was up to no good.
Just the split second it took me to get my hands on her was too much.
I pushed her back against the wall and held her chin. “Are you okay?”
She grabbed my cock through my pants. “I will be once you make me come.”
Her lips parted in a gasp when I jerked the towel off with a rough tug, leaving her naked. “Do you deserve to come?”
She nodded as much as my grip on her chin would allow.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, not tight enough to stop her breathing, but enough to make her think I might. It made me hard to have this kind of power over her, that she let me have it.
“Did you do a good job and let him use you like a needy little slut?”
She bit her lip and nodded again, challenging me with her eyes. We hadn’t pushed our fantasy play this far before and part of me wasn’t even sure it was fantasy play. We weren’t pretending she’d just fucked another man. She really had.
I pushed her down to her knees. “I’ll be the judge of that. Show me what you did.”
She pulled my cock out in a frantic rush and took me in her mouth with deep strokes that made her gag a little. I pulled back and said, “Is this how he used you?”
Defiance blazed in her eyes. “No. He fucked my face better than you ever have.”
She unleashed something primal in me, and I fisted her hair, thrusting into her like she was just a hole to be used. She made guttural sounds, but knew all she had to do to get me to stop was tap me twice. Instead, she dug her nails into my thighs, spurring me on.
I was going to come too quickly, so I pulled her up from the ground, wiping some of the tears and eye makeup from her cheek.
I turned her head and kissed her neck. “Did he make you come?”
“No.” She thrashed her head back and forth as I took a nipple in my mouth and cupped her pussy.
“Feels to me like you’re one lick away from coming.”
