by Lane Hart
Even I crack a grin at how oblivious Abe can be sometimes, as I turn my back to him and pull another beer. I hear him let out a huff before he stomps off over to his grill.
I spend the next few hours making the rounds, catching up with what my brothers have been up to for the last few years. They keep it light-hearted, not talking about any club business since some of their old ladies are around. Abe’s cooking has improved exponentially over the years, and the food he spreads out on the picnic tables is every bit as good as he promised. I feel like I’ve eaten my weight in barbecued chicken and ribs and drunk at least half of the keg of beer when the sun begins to get low in the sky. My t-shirt is sticking to my skin under my cut, so I decide to go inside and cool off for a bit. There are only a few people in the bar, so I slump into a chair at a table near the back door, glad to get a moment of peace after all the excitement of my homecoming.
“Listen,” Gabriel says as he sits down in the chair next to me at the table I commandeered. “We need to talk…”
“I don’t want to talk,” I immediately respond. “I want to get shitfaced and then fuck until my cock falls off,” I tell him. Before he can volunteer to be the person I fuck, I go on to add, “Look, whatever…happened, it happened. And now it’s done and over. I don’t want to talk about it or think about it again. I’m through, okay?”
“I don’t even get a say, huh? Nice,” he mutters.
“No, you don’t get a say,” I confirm. Lowering my voice, I add, “You were nothing but a willing, wet mouth. Nothing else. And if you say a goddamn word to anyone…”
“You’ll what?” Gabriel asks, leaning forward until we’re almost nose to nose. “You’ll deny it all?” he scoffs. “You’ve been gone for five years. If I wanted to tell someone, don’t you think I would’ve done it before now?”
“Like I said, it’s done.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” he grumbles.
Before he can say anything else or someone overhears, I ask him, “Who is she?” nodding to the curly-haired girl sitting next to the blonde woman on Dalton’s lap. Her skin’s all smooth ivory, and her fuckable tits are barely contained by a thin metal chain that crisscrosses all the way down underneath the height of the table. I want to see the rest of it.
“That’s Quincey. Peyton’s best friend,” Gabriel tells me.
“Who the fuck is Peyton?”
“Oh, ah, she’s the blonde woman on Dalton’s lap,” he explains.
“Ah, so he’s fucking them both? Lucky bastard.”
“No, just Peyton. She’s his girlfriend. They actually live together.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” I exclaim before I chuckle in disbelief. “Dalton’s hitting up one woman on the regular. Man, I was locked up a long damn time.”
“Yeah, you were.”
“Where’s all the club pussy?” I wonder aloud as I glance around the room. “Last time I was here, there were manicured nails scratching eyes out fighting over who could unzip my pants first. I at least thought there would be strippers!”
“Things have changed,” Gabriel explains. “Everyone is settling down, getting married and having kids.”
“Everyone, huh?” I reply, finally letting my eyes land on his face.
“Everyone. Except me and the prospect.”
“Still haven’t found the right woman, have you?” I ask him with a knowing grin.
“Nope,” he answers swiftly.
I’m pretty sure it’s not that Gabriel doesn’t find women attractive. He checks them out, and I’ve seen him with a few. But if I had to guess, his preference is to fuck men. Or get fucked by men, more specifically, since he has to be a submissive in the sack. He loves cock, yet only a few people, myself included, are aware of his predilection. Hell, maybe I’m the only one who knows.
And where do I fall on the sexuality spectrum? No fucking idea. Gabriel’s the only man I’ve ever let touch me. I truly enjoyed being with him even though I wish I didn’t. I looked forward to his visits because there was nothing else to do in prison. I sure as shit wasn’t going to let one of the other inmates near my cock with their STDs. Not that I wanted any other prisoners. Just Gabriel. But now I’m out, and women are available again. I’m just not sure if he’ll let me forget all those times he got on his knees for me.
It’s best if I make it clear that what we were doing is over, right here and now so he doesn’t get any crazy ideas.
That’s why I catch the curly-haired chick’s eye and crook my finger at her. She turns to her blonde friend on Dalton’s lap like she’s asking her permission. Only when the girl nods her approval does curly get up and come strolling over to our table in her outfit that I now can see shows skin all the way past her navel.
“It’s Quincey, right?” I ask when she stops in front of our table.
“Yes.”
“Do you know who I am?”
Nodding, she says, “Ian, the guy who just got out of prison.”
“That’s right, Curly-Q. Do you know how long I was locked up?”
“About five years?”
“Five fucking years,” I repeat. “And do you know what I want to do now that I’m out?”
She shakes her head no.
“I want to fuck,” I tell her simply. “You gonna let me use your sexy, little body to make up for the last five years?”
She opens her mouth and closes it before finally responding with the last answer I expected.
“I need a guarantee that it’ll be good for me too. Otherwise, I don’t want to waste my time.”
Damn. I had her pegged for a shy, quiet girl who would do anything she’s told. Instead she’s sassy, and I like it.
“What kind of asshole do you think I am?” I ask her rather than give her the guarantee she wanted. Gabriel’s the only lover I’ve ever had that I didn’t take care of, but his was a punishment of sorts. At least that’s what I tell myself. Shit, do I actually consider him a lover? What the fuck ever. In my mind, I drop kick the fuck out of those thoughts, hoping to rid myself of them forever.
Instead of assuring the sassy woman in front of me a goddamn thing because that’s just not my way of doing things, I tell her, “Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy.”
“What?” she asks, red lips parting on a gasp at the same time Gabriel says my name in warning like a chastisement.
“Do you want to have a little fun with me tonight or not?” I ask her. “If so, all you have to do is whatever I fucking say, when I say it, all night long. You came dressed for the part of a cock tease, so can you take orders on command or not? If not, don’t waste my time. I’ve wasted enough of it for the both of us these last five years.”
When she glances over at the blonde girl across the room again, I stand up and lunge across the table to grab her chin, making her look at my face instead. Her green eyes are so breathtaking that I swear I feel something inside of me shift. I have to have this woman tonight, and that’s all there is to it. “You don’t need her permission or approval, Curly-Q. Only mine,” I tell her. “So what’s it going to be, baby doll?”
Without breaking our eye contact, she grabs either side of her black leather dress and raises it up her thighs until it’s bunched at the waist.
“Good girl,” I tell her, letting her chin go to walk around the table to take in the full view of her pretty, hot pink, satin thong. “You on birth control?” I ask. And when she turns to face me, I cup her cunt in my palm and press my fingers up through the slick fabric to rub her slit. God, I missed pussy. The smell, the taste, the fucking slickness squeezing around my cock. I’ve nearly forgotten that last one thanks to my dependency on one specific mouth…
“Y-yes, I’m on birth control,” she stutters as her hand wraps around my wrist and she goes up on the toes of her heels. I pet her pussy until the crotch of her panties turns damp against my fingertips.
“Then I’m going to fuck you bareback after I lick your pussy, you know, to make it good for you and all,” I tell her as I sl
ide my hand down into the front of her panties to get to her bare flesh. She’s not completely smooth but her curls are well tamed below, unlike the wild ones pulled up on top of her head. “My dick’s clean and hasn’t been inside of a woman in five years. That work for you?”
“Mmm-mmm,” she moans, and her eyes close when I pump my middle finger inside of her. Her grip tightens on my wrist, but she doesn’t try to pull my hand away.
Other than Gabriel, Dalton and his girl, Sax and his blue-haired woman are the only ones in here with us, watching the show. I don’t need to look at Gabriel’s face to know he’s scowling, jealous and pissed because I never touched him. Still, he doesn’t leave despite the fact that I’m going to fuck this girl right in front of him. I’ll get on my knees for her, a woman who I just met, but not him, not ever.
Lowering myself to the floor, I keep my hand in her panties while using my teeth to bite the waistband to pull the wet fabric down her legs.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Quincey asks.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I ask when I lean forward and spear the tip of my tongue, flicking it rapidly over her swollen clit.
“Ah! Right here? You’re going to…oh my god…right…right here?”
“Right fucking here,” I reply as my tongue gets back to work. Before she can suggest we take things somewhere more private, I pump two fingers inside of her, making her moan so loudly they probably heard her outside over the music.
Her grip on my wrist finally relaxes, and then she lets go to yank on the top of my hair. Pressing my face to her body, she gives me a little taste of her inner hellcat while I savor every drop of her sweet pussy.
It’s gonna be a damn good night.
Chapter Six
Quincey
Oh my god! Oh my god!
I’m not sure if I’m screaming the words in my head or aloud. I don’t know which way is up or down. All I know is that there’s a man on his knees, licking me between the legs in public, in front of several people, including my best friend.
And yet, I’m not embarrassed. How could I be when my legs are tightening in that magical way and my belly is heating up with an orgasm so massive I may pass out?
“Yes! Oh god, that’s good! Don’t stop!” I cry out as I shamelessly hump Ian’s face. But he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems rather…enthusiastic, moaning and slurping and devouring me like he’s enjoying himself. That’s why I can’t bring myself to stop him despite the fact that there are people watching us, hearing every sound, and my arousal is running down my thighs. I’ve never had it drip down my thighs before!
I close my eyes to memorize every second, every sensation since it’s been so long since a man has made me come. And Ian’s tongue? It should be illegal. It’s doing dirty, filthy things that I may be self-conscious about tomorrow when I’m completely sober. As it is, the little buzz I have going from three lemon drops just makes me feel like I’m already flying before the full body convulsions hit. The pleasure is heaven on Earth, and I never want it to end! My head falls back as I hold on for dear life to Ian’s hair and the nearby table to keep myself upright through the tremors that are so strong I nearly black out.
When I finally do get my hearing and sight back again a few minutes later, I’m sitting down.
Sort of.
I’m practically bent in half, my high heels are draped over the chair arms and Ian’s big hands are squeezing my waist, lowering me onto his very hard cock.
“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he says. I’m so slippery wet that I sink right on down until his cock meets resistance, unable to go any deeper, which has never happened with a man before. “How about that?” he grits out, seeing my surprised, gaping mouth. “You fit me like a goddamn glove. I just need to break you in a little. Think you can take it all?”
“Yes,” I agree in a whisper since it feels like he’s pressing up into my lungs.
Ian Long, who does live up to his name, doesn’t let me enjoy his thickness and length filling me so completely. He immediately lifts me up in the air like I weigh nothing until I’m balancing on the tip of his cockhead before he slams me all the way back down, causing a scream to rip from my throat. He doesn’t pause to ask if I’m okay or if I like it. He just does it again and again, moving my body however the hell he wants, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
No one’s ever taken me so rough and fast, dominating every part of my body, but god, I love it! I want to feel him on top of me, fucking me into a bed or wall or…any hard surface over and over again. This man, being taken by him in such an urgent, furious way, is what I’ve been missing all my life. I’m just not sure if I’ll survive him.
I grab onto the first thing I can reach, his neck, to hold on and lean back to watch Ian’s handsome face as he fucks me with the desperate, frantic, possessed need only a man who hasn’t been inside a woman in years can have.
His short, dirty blond hair is sticking up in all different directions now, courtesy of my fingers trying to rip it out a few minutes ago. That strong jawline of his is unshaved and clenched tight enough to break a tooth. Occasionally, a curse slips past his pursed lips that, along with the facial hair on his chin, are still slick with my juices. And his eyes, Jesus, his blue eyes are glazed over with lust as his gaze jumps between my face, my tits, and where our bodies are currently joined like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
So, I’m not sure why I’m surprised when my pussy tightens around his pistoning cock as I come apart on him yet again. I just never knew before this moment that I could actually orgasm during intercourse.
Gabriel
No one’s had sex in the fucking bar in…forever; and yet the first day Ian comes home, he’s got a full-blown orgy going on. Dalton’s fucking Peyton against the opposite wall, mooning everyone in the room with his clenching, white ass. Sax has Isobel bent over their table, banging her like the world is ending. And then there’s Ian and Quincey…
I can’t believe he ate her out right the fuck in front of me. And he loved every second of it too, I know. That’s why it only took him seconds to get his dick out and slam her down on it.
I hate that I not only stayed but watched every second from a few feet away, wishing I was Quincey and that Ian was fucking my brains out, something that will never happen.
Which is exactly why he’s doing her in front of me, to remind me that whatever went down between us is over.
Jackass.
Well, I definitely can’t get up and leave now, not with my dick so achingly hard that it’s taking up all the extra space in my jeans. I may not be as long as Ian, but I’m still just as thick, if not more so. Not that he would know that since he’s never seen or touched my cock. He’s not into men. I get it! No reason for him to flaunt his heterosexuality right in front of my face. How would he feel if I let another man fuck me in front of him? Would he give a shit? Probably not.
When Quincey cries out with another orgasm, I start to hate her. Which is stupid since she hasn’t ever done anything to me. How would she know that I’m in love with the man she’s fucking? She couldn’t possibly know that. Quincey’s actually a really nice girl and doesn’t deserve my ire to be directed at her when it should be aimed at Ian. I can’t help but notice that she also has a really nice ass, firm but with just enough jiggle to squeeze, which is what Ian’s doing right now before his eyes lock on mine. He looks so fucking hot and smug I want to punch him in his face. Nah, I’d rather kiss him. That’s also something he’s never done with me but does so easily with Quincey. Grasping her chin, he pulls her mouth forward and eats her face like he ate her pussy, happily and furiously. Yet he still keeps stealing quick glances my way like he’s getting off on my jealousy.
Eventually, he breaks their kiss to whisper something into Quincey’s ear that has her looking at me over her shoulder. No, his hand is on her throat, forc
ing her to look at me.
“Do you like sucking cock, Curly-Q?” Ian asks loud enough for me to hear, making me grind my teeth together. She nods and answers with a yes. “Perfect,” he replies. “Be a good girl and go suck Gabriel’s cock.”
What the fuck?
“He-he may not want me to do that,” Quincey responds softly. She’s fucking right. Still, I don’t voice my objection out loud.
Ian lets go of Quincey’s throat to grip her jaw. “He’s a man. His dick is hard from watching us. Trust me, baby girl, he needs to fuck your mouth.”
Without another word, Ian stands up and lowers Quincey’s feet to the floor. Then, he pushes down on both of her shoulders before she has time to fix the bottom of her dress.
“I need to, um, I should go clean up first,” she says when she’s on her knees in front of him.
“Nah,” he replies as he sits back down with his legs spread wide. “I want my cum to still be dripping down your legs while he comes in your mouth.”
God, I love his dirty mouth.
Quincey doesn’t move an inch, though. Leaning forward, Ian grabs the back of her ponytail and asks, “Is your pussy sore? It should be after how hard I fucked it.”
“A little,” she answers.
“Then go suck his dick like a good girl, and I’ll kiss it better.”
Like a slave to his words, Quincey finally caves and starts crawling over in my direction. It’s pretty degrading but admittedly hot, especially when Ian slaps her ass hard, urging her to go under the table. Then, her head reappears between my legs, reaching hesitantly for my belt buckle.
And I can’t find it in me to refuse. I can’t even remember the last time someone touched my cock, much less put it in their mouth.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I still bring myself to tell her.