Lick: Devil's Fury Book 2

by Torrie Robles

  “Where you get a fist shoved up your cooch,” Heather explains, punching the air.

  “Shut up!”

  “It’s not exactly like that, but the guy works your twat opens so he can fit things in there.”

  “Things?” I ask.

  “I’ve had it done to me,” Britt expresses, and we all look at her. “No one else has ever had it done?”

  “No. At least none of us who are living, anyway.” Twist rolls her eyes.

  “It helped when I took two guys at once. They were a couple of frat guys and neither of them wanted to wait their turn.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Arizona State is huge into partying. Probably some of the best sex I’ve had.”

  “How?”

  “It takes some time, but once you get into it, girl, orgasmic.”

  “The fisting or the threesomes?” I’m completely lost.

  She looks around the room. “Both,” she says with a smile. “You can’t tell me that none of you have never had two dicks inside your pussy at once? Way more intense than just taking in the ass and twat at the same time. That’s how threesomes are supposed to be.” She gives me a wink.

  The girls don’t seem phased by Brits revelation, but me? I’m so in over my head here. “We love threesomes,” Poppy says as she snuggles up next to Twist. “I’ve got to say, Lick is by far the best at it.”

  My stomach drops at her comment.

  “Yeah totally. I love how he likes to watch more than interact. It’s fucking hot watching him stroke himself. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.”

  Flashes of what I witnessed between Lick, Hawk and that woman enter my mind.

  “You all right?” Heather asks me, and I nod.

  “Remember that one gal from a year back,” Scarlet breaks in. “The one that was just here for the weekend. She was brought in with one of those nomads and she didn’t leave.”

  Poppy taps her acrylic nails on her cheek squinting her eyes, trying to remember. “Ohhh, yeah, the guys were saying that she was holy because she believed in the trinity.”

  “I don’t get it,” I say.

  “You know…” Twist motions to her mouth, vagina, and then bottom. “She liked it in all three holes at once.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “That bitch took three dicks up her ass at once. No joke. And she was sucking some dude off at the same time,” Scarlet adds.

  “You’re lying!” Britt exclaims.

  “I’m so not lying,” Scarlett says.

  “You are lying,” Poppy confirms. “It wasn’t like that. One dick was in her pussy, and one was in her ass while she had one in her mouth.”

  “You all thought Kara had the Grand Canyon hole. Nope, it was that bitch.” Scarlet shakes her head. “I’m so glad she finally took off. She was no good.”

  “Remember how she fucked them right in the open. That bitch had no dignity,” Twist chimes in.

  Poppy starts laughing and slams her hand on her thigh. “She had her mouth stuffed with Lick’s dick. Yeah, she was sucking him off while she straddled one guy taking it in her twat while the other guy pounded it in her ass.”

  “She was a fucking contortionist, that one. Almost made me want to take yoga.”

  “So, because she had three guys at once they called her Holy?” I asked.

  “Holy Mary.”

  “That’s what he said.” They all start to laugh.

  “There was this dude that came in here.” Twist bit her lip. “Boy, did he know how to take me. There hasn’t been a guy since that can fuck like he could. It was incredible.”

  “Is there anyone who isn’t good at sex?” I ask out of curiosity.

  “Nope,” they say in unison.

  “It’s like this unwritten rule that if you ride a bike, then you gotta know how to fuck,” Kimmy states. “I haven’t come across a man who hasn’t made my toes curl.” Her eyes scan me. “Well, almost.”

  “What does that mean?” I ask.

  “I haven’t had the pleasure of riding Lick’s cock.”

  “Dotty said that Cruise is nice in the sack.” Scarlet shakes her head. “He won’t give me the time of day. Said he doesn’t like them red.” She stands up and pulls down her shorts revealing a thin strip of deep red curls. “This is real shit.” She points to herself. “A true redhead is like a unicorn. I can’t believe he doesn’t want a taste.” She snaps her shorts back.

  “He is good,” Poppy says, making Scarlet’s head snap. She shrugs. “He likes them blonde. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.”

  “I have to agree with Pops. He does like em blonde,” Twist says. Her eyes move to me. “It seems like he likes them with deep brown curls too.”

  “Don’t bring me into this. I’ve had no part of him,” I say, shaking my head.

  “Now Lick…” Poppy bites her lip as she eyes me. “He is one fine piece of cock.”

  “Do you think it’s all that hardware?” Scarlett asks.

  “Yeah, for sure,” Poppy agrees. “All that metal along his shaft and that ring on the tip. I love running my tongue over it. It makes my mouth water.” She closes her eyes and begins to rub her hand over her breast. Her head falls back in ecstasy, and she continues her assault on her body, pulling at her nipples. Desire pools between my legs, and I begin to rub my thighs together as I watch her.

  “Are you getting turned on?” Heather asks.

  I rip my eyes away from Poppy to answer Heather. “What? No, of course not.”

  “You look a little flushed.”

  “It’s the tequila,” I lie.

  She cocks her head to the side. “You’re drinking water.”

  “There’s Jack in here too.” I turn back to Poppy who’s simply grinning at me. “So, um, Lick’s hardware. It’s good in the mouth, but what about during sex?”

  The five women look between themselves, trying to get confirmation from each other. Scarlet turns to me. “No one has ever had sex with Lick.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, none of the girls have ever fucked Lick. It’s always been oral for everyone.”

  How is that possible?

  Going up to the prison to see my father did not go as I had planned. He all but begged me to take this opportunity. I should have just told him that I still didn’t have word on Betsy’s kids. It would have saved me a lot of heartache. And then I shot myself in the foot when I opened my big mouth and mentioned Jenni.

  “She sounds like she’s a good woman, son. One you should be proud of. It isn’t every day you see a woman with so much heart wanting to do right by those she doesn’t know.”

  Pulling up to the club, I’m relieved once my engine shuts off. I’ve had a shit day, and all I want to do is get me a beer and head to my room. I can tell The Fallen are here by the vehicles in the parking lot. They know most of us are gone, so the only reason why they’re here is to drink for fucking free.

  As soon as I hear them laughing, I know my plans are shot to shit. Rubbing the back of my neck, I stand in the hallway listening to shit I don’t need to hear. Fucking bitches. All they do is fucking gossip about their sexual conquests. Guys don’t sit around and talk about the shit we do with the bitches in our lives. We fuck, and the guys know we fuck, so there’s no reason to sit around a fucking coffee table discussing that shit. Do we sit and tell our friends how loose some chick’s cunt is? No, because, we don’t care. We get the job done.

  The giggling makes me gag. Fucking bitches think they can sit in our fucking clubhouse drinking our fucking booze that we pay for?

  “Seriously?”

  Her voice has me stopping in my tracks. Fucking Jenni’s voice.

  “Yeah, not to my knowledge anyway,” I hear Scarlett say. “Lick’s all for group shit. He loves to fucking watch us with each other, and us with other guys, but I’ve never felt his dick in my pussy,” Poppy tells her. “It’s a damn shame, too. If he can work his cock like he can work his tongue, he’d be the best fuck of my life.”

  That He
ather bitch laughs. “It seems like you guys may have a shallow pool to choose from around here. This is one of the smallest clubs I’ve ever seen.”

  “Small can be good,” Jenni tells them, her words slurred. Sounds like she’s had one too many drinks. Taking another step, I slink around the corner to see them sprawled out on the couches, several empty pitchers litter the table along with large bottles of alcohol.

  “Not when you’re talking about cock,” Scarlet replies.

  “Geez, woman, when was the last time you got laid?” Heather asks.

  She rolls her eyes. “Too long to count.” Scarlett turns to Jenni. “What about you?” When was the last time you got laid? You’ve been here, what six months? I didn’t hear you deny any involvement with Cruise. Is he the one wetting your whistle?”

  Has there been shit going on with Jenni and that fuck face? I swear to all that is holy, he better not have touched her. I take another step closer.

  “What? No! Not Cruise.”

  “Then who?” Kimmy pushes. “You can’t say that you’ve been without dick for the past six months.”

  Jenni puts down her glass and stands. Her body wobbles from side to side as she tries to steady her balance. “Not Cruise.”

  “Then who? Heather has a point, there aren’t that many fish in this pond. Are you into the old guys?” Britt asks.

  “No one,” Jenni announces.

  “No one?” Poppy asks.

  “Yeah, no one.”

  “How can you go without sex for this long? Six months is a long time to go without.”

  “Try twenty plus years,” she confesses.

  “Wait, what?” Heather asks. “You’ve never had sex?”

  Jenni’s shoulders drop. “No, I’ve never had sex.” She looks at Heather. “Remember, I’m a daughter of a Southern Baptist pastor. Sex was never in the cards. No boy or man would ever touch me back home. It was like a cardinal sin or something. And no one tickled my fancy at college. So no, other than my battery-operated friends, no dick has had the pleasure of sinking into this pussy.”

  I’m shocked as shit. I’ve always known she has an innocence about her, but she and I don’t talk about shit like that. I’m not gonna lie, it’s hot as fuck. Just more proof that she’s too precious for this place. Once word gets out that she’s pure and untainted, the guys are going to be circling like fucking vultures, and Cruise is going to be leading the fucking flock. My life has just gotten a whole hell of a lot more complicated. There’s not a thing I won’t do to make sure she stays true to herself. I need to make sure she doesn’t get swept up in this life. I need to make sure she doesn’t end up like the club whores, or someone’s old lady.

  Unless she’s mine.

  “What are you doing?”

  Hawk’s voice makes me jump. I glance back at him then back to Jenni and the girls. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I whisper.

  “Um, I don’t know. Because this is my home and this is my club. Why the hell wouldn’t I be here?”

  Turning back around, I meet the kid’s gaze. “That’s not what I meant. I thought–”

  “Why are you whispering?”

  I push him further back into the hallway, away from the girls. I don’t want Jenni or any of them to know that I’ve heard them. “I didn’t want to break up the girl’s pow wow. Now, what’s up?”

  He looks down at his foot, scuffing his trademark Chucks along the floor. “It was time to come home.”

  “Hey.” I grab his shoulder, causing him to lift his head to meet my gaze. “You good?”

  “Not really, but too much drama and shit to get into.”

  “Fuck the drama, man. Life’s too short.”

  He nods. “I hear you’ve become quite familiar with the drama.”

  He takes a step to the side, peering behind me to where I know the girls are drunk off their asses. When he steps back, he crosses his arms over his chest and cocks his own eyebrow.

  I give him a straight answer. “My sister had a few kids. Lucky for two of them, she gave em up. Two of the younger ones weren’t so lucky. Now they’re in the system. At some group home or some shit.” I scratch my hand over my head, bringing my hand down I look up at the ceiling. “This lady wants me to take em in, be a guardian or whatever.”

  “And you don’t want to?”

  Tearing my eyes from the ceiling, I look at Hawk. “Not really.” His lips form a straight tight line.

  “What are you guys doing back here?” Poppy’s slurred voice breaks the tension that I can feel building with Hawk.

  I turn around, instantly seeing a puff of brown curls hiding behind her. “We were just discussing club business.”

  Hawk coughs the word ‘bullshit’ from behind me, making Jenni giggle. I see her dainty fingers grip the fabric of Poppy’s sweat outfit.

  “What are you two fine ladies doing?” Hawk asks.

  “Getting drunk,” Poppy replies, causing Jenni to giggle again.

  “Nice. Sounds like fun.” He turns his back towards me, winking before one arm pulls Poppy into his side, revealing Jenni. Her face is flushed. The little makeup she does wear is smeared at the corner of her eyes. “Whew-we,” Hawk whistles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk, Miss Jenni.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s not the first time. I’ve done it before.” Her body rocks, slightly.

  “At least that can be said for some things. There’s a first time for everything.” Poppy makes a jab. Jenni pokes her in the side, shutting her up.

  “How you feeling?” I ask Jenni.

  “Great.” She points her finger up into the air like Tony the fucking Tiger.

  I throw my head back and laugh, a pure and honest laugh. Taking a step closer, I reach out to grab her elbow. The pupils of her eyes dilate as her tongue peeks out and wets her bottom lip. She flutters her lashes, probably trying to clear her alcohol induced vision as she continues to look at me. Without taking my eyes from her, I can see Hawk and Poppy move away from us and back into the clubhouse with the other girls.

  “How are you really feeling?”

  “Numb,” she replies.

  “What am I gonna do with you, Sweet Lips?”

  Her mouth pulls to the side revealing a sexy as hell grin. “What do you wanna do with me?”

  “That’s a loaded question.”

  She takes a step closer to me, placing her hand on my chest and making my heart drop. She tilts her head back, giving me her full attention. “Do you wanna kiss me?” There’s a slight quiver to her voice. “Would you put your lips to mine? Use your tongue?” Her hand travels up my chest until I feel the sharpness of her nails dig into the flesh. With the feel of pressure against the back of my neck, I allow her to pull me closer. “Can I get a taste, Lick?”

  I study her face. I can see the certainty of her words as they dance with the courage of the alcohol. I know I’m a dick. I’m confident I can get her to do the things I’m sure she’s never done. I can be one of those guys. But with Jenni, I will never be one of those guys. My heart won’t allow it, and that knowledge scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

  “Sweet Tits, I’ll give you more than a taste.”

  “You will?” she asks, pushing against my chest with a surprised look on her face. “Because–”

  Then everything happens in slow motion.

  Her eyes grow big…

  She slaps her hand over her mouth…

  Lurching…

  And vomit sprays from her mouth, passing through her fingers and hitting the white of my shirt and the leather of my cut.

  Fan-fucking-tastic.

  Instinctively, I push her from my grasp, making her stumble back. Her back hits the wall before she bends over, continuing to empty her stomach onto the floor and my boots.

  “Fuck me,” I grumble.

  “What’s going on in here?” Scarlet is standing at the end of the hall. She looks panicked as she watches Jenni continue to heave.

  “Get the fuck outta here,” I tell
her just as Heather comes up behind her.

  “Holy shit,” she whispers.

  I move towards Jenni, pulling her hair back away from her face. “What the fuck have you been giving her?”

  “Nothing bad, just some Kamikazes.”

  “Like two pitchers full,” Scarlet says.

  “Get this puke cleaned the fuck up.” I glare at Heather. She goes to open her mouth to contest when Jenni heaves again, spilling more liquid onto my boots. I sweep her up into my arms and turn towards my room.

  She needs to get cleaned up, and I need to get the stench of her puke off my skin.

  “You need to help me out here, baby.”

  Her Gumby arms are doing nothing but hindering my plan to get her undressed. They flail over her head as I pull off her T-shirt. By some miracle, she doesn’t puke on herself. Her shirt is mostly vomit-free other than the areas that were touching my shirt as I carried her into my bathroom. Either way, the fucker is gonna have to get washed.

  “There you go.” I pull the shirt free, tossing it into the sink. She stands there in only her bra, the sheerness of the material allowing me to see the dark coloring of her nipples. I rip my gaze from her body and continue with my task.

  Holding her by the arm, I quickly reach behind me, turning on the shower. I grab my own shirt by the back of the neck, slowly pulling it from my body. I switch my hold on her when I take my arm out of the shirt completely, dropping it in the sink as well. The steam of the shower is intensifying the smell as it permeates the air.

  “You’re strong,” she mumbles, her head hanging limp.

  “Yep.” With one hand, I pull the belt of my jeans loose. “I’m strong.”

  “You’re mean.”

  I chuckle to myself. “Yep, I’m mean.”

  I grunt as I push my jeans down, freeing my legs. I work at toeing the fabric from my feet as I pull at the button of her jeans, revealing the white satin of her underwear. Her head rolls back as she meets my stare.

  “Why are you so mean, Tylan—Lick. They call you Lick because that’s what you do. You lick, lick, lick. You lick girls’ vajayjays, but not mine.” She’s starting to ramble. “Nope, not mine.”