Mr. Right Now: Vol. 2: Party Boy in Room 211

by HJ Bellus

  “Fuck me,” her innocent little lips whisper.

  Her words set him on fire. He attempts to control himself by starting out slow, feeling each of his strokes and the sensation of having her wrapped around him. Holden whispers her demands once again. It’s the final straw, and he begins fucking her. He relentlessly pushes into her, pounding her deep each time, not stopping until he is all the way in. Then he repeats the action over and over, increasing his speed and not softening the blow.

  Her fingernails sink into his shoulders, and it’s as if she turned on the switch. Dax fights to hold his impending orgasm at bay, but the deeper she digs into his flesh, the harder it is. Holden begins to scream as she tightens around his throbbing cock, and it’s the last thing he feels before he fills her with his cum.

  He collapses onto her, out of breath. Dax has experienced the best of the best when it comes to orgies and fucking, but nothing he’s done in his twenty-five years on Earth compares to how hard he just came.

  “I’m hungry,” Holden mumbles into Dax’s hair.

  He’s still slumped over her with his face planted in the mattress.

  “I’m fucking famished.” He turns his head and begins nibbling on her ear. “I have a hankering for only one thing.”

  He begins nipping at her neck, moving lower and continuing to tease her flesh between his lips. He stops when he gets to her breasts and looks up at her through heavy lids. “Any guesses what I want?”

  He reaches down, plucking her hardened nipple with his lips. Holden’s hands fly to his hair and tug on it while her hips buck to him again. He switches nipples when a rumble from her belly stops him.

  “You are hungry.” He rises to his knees. “I just have to quit cold turkey or I’ll devour you all day.”

  Dax slides off the back of the bed and stands. He catches her staring at him, and she’s not looking at his eyes. He gives her a little dance, and she instantly blushes and covers her face.

  “God, I love you.” It slips from his lips before he knows it, but even stranger, he doesn’t cringe or regret the words. “I’ll start a shower.”

  Dax turns the shower on and adjusts the water, wondering if he can really love someone else more than he loves himself.

  He feels two hands rub his back and turns to find Holden standing bare under his gaze. He can’t help but smile at her brash move. He doesn’t even detect a blush. Once the temperature is perfect, he flips the shower and then gives his full attention to her.

  “You’re gorgeous.”

  Those two words affect her, and she clams right up, staring at the floor and twiddling her fingers. He reaches for her hands, placing them on his shoulders, and then drags her closer and rests his hands on her hips. He doesn’t care if she’s watching him for this next part or not.

  “I didn’t sleep at all last night. I just held you and tried to begin processing everything you shared with me. Then I realized I couldn’t even start to understand it.” He lifts her up into his arms and she buries her face in his neck. “You’re my little bird, Holden, learning the ways of the world with wobbly legs and unsteady wings, but, my dear, birds are made to soar.”

  He steps into the shower without another word and begins washing her. He can tell she’s uncomfortable in this situation, so he decides to turn the tables.

  “Your turn.” He hands her the large bottle of soap and then leans on the shower wall.

  He hopes pulling all attention from her and placing it on him will ease her nerves. Holden hesitates and just stares at him for a few moments, and then it’s as if a realization smacks her upside the head. A huge smile spreads across her face as she squeezes an ample amount of soap into her hands. Dax raises his arms above his head, resting them on the wall and giving all of himself to her.

  The feeling of her hands washing him down thrills and excites him. He tries to keep everything in check, but it only takes moments before his dick springs to life. Holden giggles when she steps forward and runs into it.

  She wastes no time wrapping her petite hand around it while pouring soap over it with her other hand. She sets down the bottle and begins moving up and down on his shaft. Dax bangs his head on the wall and grunts. He lowers his hands, needing to touch her.

  “No, put them back. You said it’s my turn.”

  “Mmm, baby, it’s not possible. I have to.”

  Her hand working him over freezes. “Hands up, or I’m rinsing him off.”

  Damn, the feisty little Holden turns him on. As if surrendering, he holds both palms up to her and then rests them back on the wall. Dax is forced to shut his eyes and tilt his head up. There’s no way he can watch her do what she’s doing to him and not touch her. A fine mist from the shower covers his face.

  Holden places both hands over the soapy cock and strokes him harder, and even pays some attention to his balls. Dax begins pulsing, so she quickens the pace until a white stream of cum covers her abdomen. She continues to stroke him until the last drop, and then a few more times.

  Holden wasn’t sure about selecting clothes since she always tends to pick bland outfits. The clothing that was sent up last night is the opposite of bland. Dax refused to help her choose an outfit and told her she could wear a gunnysack for all he cared.

  She finally decided on pair of very short shorts with a black tank top, and flip-flops. It was casual and very comfortable, but she made sure Dax wasn’t in dapper mode by peeking out the bathroom before she exited. To her relief he was dressed in denim jeans, a dark V-neck, and flip-flops as well.

  “I’m ready.” Holden steps out of the bathroom.

  She decided to braid her hair, quickly pulling her bangs back using a bobby pin to create a slight bump. It’s her favorite way to do her hair. Dax grabs the crotch of his jeans and shoots her a wink. Holden does her best to not blush or feel embarrassed, but she suspects the scarlet hue invades her cheeks.

  “How in the hell am I supposed to take you out anywhere in public?”

  She giggles at his joke and then hears her stomach rumble again. She was used to having hunger pains when she was a child, but the noises always annoyed her. Dax must have heard it too, as he tugs on her hand and leads her from the hotel room. They board the elevator with another couple, and Holden immediately becomes uncomfortable. She always takes the stairs when she works and asks a co-worker to take her cleaning cart to the next via the elevator.

  Dax’s hands are comfortably resting in his pockets, and he offers her his elbow. She quickly loops her arm around his, sucking up as close to him as possible. When he relaxes it back to his side she feels safe and secure nestled into him. Holden wonders as the elevator descends if it was sheer coincidence he did that, or if he was already able to pick up on her tension.

  The other man in the elevator starts up a conversation with Dax, and she’s amazed how easily he talks back with the man. In the little time she’s been out in the world, Holden knows about charmers and charisma, but she didn’t realize just how much of it Dax has. The man should be considered dangerous from his looks to his personality, and now she knows his tender side.

  “Have a good day, man,” Dax tells the other guy as they step off the elevator.

  The lobby is in typical full force with people bustling around. Holden sees a few familiar faces, but most of them are employees. The man who interviewed her last night greets them as they pass the fountain. Dax doesn’t give him the time of the day.

  “Are you mad?” She looks up to Dax and waits for him to answer.

  “No, I know you’re hungry, and actually I’m starving now after you’ve had your way with me all morning.”

  “Shut up.” Holden smacks his abs.

  A blonde walks up to the couple and begins to seat them.

  “Hey, pussy,” rings out through the restaurant. Two men sitting in a booth smile back at the couple.

  “We’ll sit with them,” Dax tells the hostess.

  Upon closer inspection, Holden notices there are several women sitting with them
as well. It’s a large booth filled with people, and she can tell it’s not regular people, but shiny, glittery, snobby ones. She freezes and is yanked forward while Dax continues to walk. He looks back at her, and she knows for sure he sees her panic.

  He takes two steps in her direction, and with his back to the booth, he says, “It’s okay, Birdy. These are baby steps.”

  He plants a kiss on her forehead and then continues to the booth. She follows, still feeling uneasy, but she follows. When they get to the horseshoe shaped booth, the first thing she notices is there’s no room for them to sit, then she watches as each set of eyes analyzes their intertwined hands.

  “Hey, fucknut, thought we lost you. Chicks were asking all over for you in the penthouse last night.”

  The man’s words ramble around in Holden’s brain, and she knows she should feel pissed at the statement, but something in her blossoms with pride. He was with her. A smile covers her face.

  “Get the fuck out,” Dax roars. “Pick a girl each, and the rest can leave.”

  Both men shrug and shoo their hands like they’re waving off a swarm of flies. Holden has to keep her jaw from dropping, as several woman make no protest about being kicked out. One by one they slide from the booth, and one asks for a room key. One of the men hands her a blue-printed white plastic card.

  Holden runs her hand up the length of Dax’s arm, hooking on to his elbow and burying herself into her shield. She notices one woman stops before walking out. She stands in front of Dax, almost squaring off with him, and Holden waits for him to speak to her, but he doesn’t. She damn well knows that he knows there’s a woman standing there waiting to be spoken to. She wants to tell him not to be rude.

  “Dax,” the blonde says.

  “Destiny.”

  “I missed you last night. Those boys,” she gestures with her head to the men in the booth, “can’t satisfy my pussy like your cock can.”

  Holden’s stomach lurches with each word, her knees begin to knock, and she has a hard time controlling her breathing. Is this woman his girlfriend? Was she just a piece of tail he could land then leave her? Did he just push her to all of her limits to humiliate her? Sue always did say that’s what men would do to her. A small gasp escapes as she continues to control her breathing, but she is soon losing the battle.

  “Well, Destiny, let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Holden. Guess your pussy will just have to miss me forever.”

  “She must be the one you’ve been fantasizing about while I’ve been fucking your cock the last month.”

  Dax drops Holden’s hand, turns on the woman, and yells in her face. The tone of his voice frightens Holden, making it difficult for her to process any of the words. The next thing she knows Dax is storming his way out of the restaurant, and she watches as he marches up to the front desk yelling demands. His roaring voice can barely be heard over the bustling of the lobby and the enormous waterfall.

  “Have you met my brother, Dax the Destroyer? If not, well, there he goes in full force.” Holden turns to the man who just spoke. He has glowing golden skin, tattoos peeking out from his white tank, and she’s fairly certain he’s a different ethnic group than Dax.

  She can’t form a response. She hears Dax yelling in the background, and the word brother rattling around. They can’t be brothers. Holden knows she hasn’t been out in the world for very long, but she’s 99.9 percent sure it’s genetically impossible.

  “Have a seat,” the other one says, patting the plush booth.

  Holden shakes her head and then turns to run, but only smacks into a brick wall, which turns out to be Dax. His hands cup her face, forcing her to look up at him. She’s so confused right now. Does he have a girlfriend, and a brother who doesn’t look like him? It’s all too much for her.

  “Please listen to me. She’s a cunt and means nothing to me. Yes, I’ve fucked her, a lot, but she means nothing to me.”

  “Okay,” Holden whispers.

  “Why are you still shaking?”

  “You left me, chased her, and I thought she was your girlfriend.” Holden gestures with her thumb over her shoulder. “And that man said he’s your brother.”

  Dax chuckles. “She’s not my girlfriend and has never meant anything to me. Remember me promising you that I’m fucked up? She’s part of my fucked up past. And those two fucknuts are my brothers.”

  “How?” she asks. “I’m not trying to be rude, but he’s different than you.”

  “I was adopted, as were all my brothers.”

  “Sue told me that only happened in books.” Holden closes her eyes. “I’m such an idiot.”

  “Stop, let’s eat before one of us passes out.”

  Dax clutches Holden’s hand and guides her into the booth. She digs deep, finding the courage, and looks each man in the eye and gives them a little smile. Dax begins talking, and Holden feels her soul ease and relaxes into the booth.

  “Fuck. If you ever see that bitch in here you need to call the front desk. She’s not allowed around us ever again.”

  Both brothers nod, not even putting up a fight. Then their eyes go to Holden and don’t leave, silently demanding an explanation.

  “Cole and Kam.” Dax stops, pointing out each brother. “This is my girlfriend Holden. We met a while back, but didn’t reunite until yesterday morning.”

  Holden’s notices the men’s odd expressions.

  “Is this a fucking joke or what? Are we on Punk’d?” Kam asks.

  “Fuck you, pecker.”

  “Both of you shut the hell up,” Cole demands.

  Holden seals her lips, even though she wasn’t talking. It’s a habit she needs to break; no one can ever own her again like Sue did. Digging deep, she finds the invisible courage inside, and it scares the living hell out of her.

  “He’s not lying.” Holden’s voice is shaky. It sounded so good in her head, but then came out like a frightened mouse.

  “Now, don’t get me wrong.” Kam rests his elbows on the tabletop and analyzes the couple. “And if you’re telling the truth, you’ll get real used to the Sterling brothers being brash as fuck. Dax here fucks anything that walks and has never been in a relationship before, but you’re telling me he’s with you now?”

  Silence takes over. Dax looks down to her, not answering for her. She knows he’s going to make her do it, but before she has a chance to do so, Kam speaks again.

  “Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as fuck. I mean totally above the Sterling fuck and pass grade.”

  Holden’s eyes flash up to Dax in a ‘save my ass’ kind of plea, but he only smiles. One word runs through her mind—bird. This is her chance to fly.

  “Well, I don’t know about ol’ whatever her name is, but I guess my…my…” Holden pauses and can’t believe the next word about to come out of her mouth, “…pussy was better than hers.”

  She clutches her hands to her face while a couple of giggles escape her. She wonders how in the hell she’ll ever be able to face the two men she just met. It’s not until Dax’s deep chuckle invades her hearing that she knows she may have passed the test.

  “She’s right. Her pussy was right on, and elephants flew out of her ass.”

  “Oh. My. God.” Holden’s hands come down from her face revealing her full on crimson blush. “You asshole.”

  The men erupt in laughter as Holden smiles a little bit, still reeling from Dax’s comment.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Holden. Never thought anyone would get to my brother,” Kam says.

  “Agreed,” Cole adds.

  The look on the brothers’ faces is still one of skepticism. They fall into an easy conversation about business. Holden is lost after a few sentences. She watches Dax talk animatedly about their club, orders, and whatever else, and finds herself hypnotized by him. The enthusiasm flowing from him is contagious. Holden knew he was a party boy, smart, and caring from their two nights together, but never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed he was a businessman. She holds his hands and t
ries her best to keep up with the conversation.

  “What can I get you guys?”

  Holden’s concentration breaks as the new voice enters the scene. She recognizes the waitress. She’s one of the few who was actually nice to her and even helped her get transferred to housekeeping.

  “Holden,” she squeals, bouncing down by the booth with one knee and wrapping her up in a hug. “How’s it going? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

  Holden finds this moment unspeakably awkward. She is uncomfortable having two strangers watch this emotional display. Her skin begins to sting with embarrassment as Jett rattles away in her ear.

  “Well, I better get my ass going, I’m running on my third strike at this shit hole.”

  “What?” Holden asks in disbelief. “You’re the best waitress here and were so good to me.”

  “Dick, I mean Richard, is still pissed I turned him down and is now making my life a living hell.”

  It’s obvious why he’d want a go at her; she’s extremely tall for a woman, with mile long legs. Holden always thought her body needed to be on the front of a magazine with all of her perfect curves. If Holden ever had a girl crush, it was on Jett.

  “Unfucking believable.”

  Holden forgot about Dax and his brothers. Dax shakes his head in disgust, and Holden knows exactly what he’s referring to.

  “Jett? Is that your name?” Dax asks.

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve had some other issues similar to this one and will make sure this is resolved.”

  “No shit,” Cole adds. “We don’t even let any of us or our managers date employees, let alone hit on them at work then punish them. That’s fucking shit.”

  “Well, I better take your orders before I get strike three. Dick is over there eyeing me.” Jett motions over her right shoulder with the notepad. The men make it very obvious as they look in his direction.

  “I know what you want, Holden.” Jett sends her a little wink. “How about the rest of you?”

  Holden studies what the men order, and only wishes she was brave enough to try something new. Jett snatches the menus from the table and heads on her way. Holden can’t help but notice Kam watching her as she goes.