He Doesn’t Care_Fourstroke Fiends MC

by Naomi West

  “You gonna fuck me now?” asked Honey, turning her head around and looking into Grit’s eyes.

  Grit decided that the time for talking was long over. Bringing his hand up into the air, he brought it down hard on her round ass, the sharp crack of his hand on the ripe flesh ringing through the room. Honey let out a little squeal that was at one surprised, pained, and pleasured. Grit watched as she shoved her ass into his crotch, begging without speaking. He could tell clear as day that she wanted it just as badly as he did. And he was more than willing to give it to her.

  Taking his cock by the base, he placed the head right at the opening of her sex, savoring the feeling of her wet pussy. Once he decided that he could no longer take the tension, Grit placed his free hand on her shoulder held Honey in place and shoved his cock deeply and fully into her.

  A long moan sounded from Honey, a pleasured cry that ran through her body. The arch in her back flattened, and she let her face drop into the bed sheets.

  “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” said Grit, composing himself as not to cum right away.

  “Oh, you fill me up so good,” said Honey. “You feel perfect.”

  Grit clamped his hands down hard on Honey’s hips as he began bucking into her. His pace was steady and relentless. Looking down, he watched the flesh of Honey’s ass shake with each impact of his hips, and took sweet pleasure in the sight of his cock entering her over and over again. Honey was tight all over, from her body to her pussy, and Grit knew from that first minute of fucking that he just might get addicted to this girl.

  Honey squirmed and moaned as Grit drove into her over and over. Reaching up, Grit took a handful of Honey’s hair, wrapped it around his hand, and gave it a firm yank. Another girlish squeal shot out of Honey’s mouth, and Grit couldn’t help but grin at her enjoyment of the little bit of pain that he chose to mix with the pleasure.

  After fucking her from behind for a time, Grit grabbed Honey by the hips and flipped her over. Once turned around, Honey wrapped her legs around Grit and pulled him close. Remaining standing in front of the bed, Honey spread out before him, Grit entered her once again. By now she was wet beyond compare, and her eager pussy accommodated his cock with ease. He pounded her relentlessly, watching her heaving breasts shake with each penetration. Honey’s face was contorted into a grimace of pure pleasure, and Grit could tell that she was on the verge.

  “You gonna come for me, baby?” asked Honey.

  “Fuck, yeah,” said Grit, his voice an animal’s snarl. “But you’re gonna come first.”

  “Oh, God,” she said as he drove into her over and over. “I’m so close, I’m gonna—”

  A look that was something like surprise crossed Honey’s face. Then, her body was wracked with a seizure of pleasure. She moaned and screamed as she came, reaching up and grabbing hard onto Grit’s arms to hold herself steady. Watching Honey cum was about the sexiest goddamn thing that Grit had ever seen, and he knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be able to hold it in any longer. With a grunt, he came, unloading himself deep into Honey. He held her hips hard as he exploded in her, the ecstasy shooting out from his crotch and into the rest of his body. He’d never cum quite that hard before.

  His pace slowed, and soon came to a stop. Once they’d both finished, Grit pulled his cock out of Honey and fell onto the bed at her side.

  Then, he pulled Honey close, their sweat-slick bodies both warm and cool at the same time.

  I might’ve just done a really bad thing, thought Grit, holding Honey close and staring into her grass-green eyes. But damn did it feel good.

  But as they lay together, Grit couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made this whole situation more complicated. He’d lost control and stomped over the barrier between the two of them. There was no going back.

  Grit knew he’d possibly just opened himself up to a world of trouble.

  One way to find out, he thought, his eyes drifting to the glow of the evening city outside of the window.

  Chapter Seven

  Honey

  “There’s that look again.”

  Honey couldn’t help but smile. Turning away from the vanity backstage at Fantasies, she spotted Bethany standing over at her mirror, a sly look on her face.

  “You’re really bad at keeping things close to the chest, lady,” said Bethany.

  “What?” asked Honey. “It’s nothing. He’s no one.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” said Bethany. “All it took was a little poke and I found out that it’s not only a he, but that it’s definitely not ‘no one’.”

  “I mean … I don’t know,” said Honey, not even sure where to begin.

  “Well, at least tell me if you two’ve fucked or not,” said Bethany.

  “Bethany!” exclaimed Honey.

  “You know, for a stripper, you’re pretty coy about all this stuff,” Bethany said. “Talk to any of these little tarts—”

  She gestured to the rest of the girls getting ready in the back.

  “—they’ll be more than happy to tell you about whatever sugar daddy’s balls they’re draining at the moment.”

  “You’ve got a real way with words, you know?” said Honey. “Really classy.”

  “Hey,” said Bethany with a grin, “never said I was classy.”

  It’d been days since Honey and Grit had their little tryst, and Honey just couldn’t get him out of her head. It seemed like any moment her mind drifted off it was filled with images from the other night. She pictured Grit’s cock up close and personal before she wrapped her lips around it, she pictured his strong, large hands gripped onto the soft curves of her hips, and she pictured the way Grit’s face had tightened into a grimace of pleasure as he came inside of her. Even now she was getting a little wet at the thought of it.

  “At least tell me how big his dick is,” said Bethany.

  “It’s, um, really big.”

  Bethany held up two hands about five inches apart.

  “Oh, really?” she asked. “Okay, I’m gonna move my hands back, and you tell me to stop when I’m in there. Ready?’

  She slowly moved her hands further apart. But she still wasn’t close.

  “Seriously?” asked Bethany.

  “A little more,” said Honey.

  Bethany shook her head in disbelief as she continued to move her hands apart.

  “Stop,” said Honey. “That’s about it.”

  Bethany looked down at her hands, her eyes wide as she saw the size.

  “How the hell …”

  Keeping her hands the distance apart, she squatted a bit and held them near her crotch, as if trying to figure out if she could accommodate a cock that big.

  “Good lord,” said Bethany. “How does a tiny little thing like you manage to handle something like that?”

  “Um, well,” said Honey, looking away. “I guess when you’re turned on enough, anything’s possible.”

  “Where there’s a gorgeous cock, there’s a way,” said Bethany.

  “So,” said Bethany. “You guys meeting up again tonight?”

  “Maybe,” said Honey. “Just waiting to see if he texts me. I haven’t seen him since the first night we … you know.”

  Bethany held up her palms.

  “I get it.”

  However, as Bethany held her hands up, the light caught her skin in such a way that Honey was able to see the insides of her arms. She noticed something and craned her head for a better look. Bethany saw it and turned her body quickly to hide her arms.

  “Whoa,” said Honey. “What the hell’s going on there?”

  “What’re you talking about?”

  “Your arms,” said Honey, dashing over to Bethany. “They’ve got … lemme see …”

  She grabbed Bethany’s wrists and flipped over her arms so that she could see the undersides of her upper arms. Sure enough, fresh red track marks from recent drug use covered the skin like rust-colored tree branches.

  “Bethany!” exclaimed
Honey, dropping her friend’s wrists and stepping back in shock.

  Her cry attracted the attention of the girls around them, who’d stopped what they were doing to see what the fuss was all about.

  “Nothing to see here,” said Bethany. “Showtime’s in five—get back to it, girls!”

  The girls did just that. Once their attention was off of the two of them, Honey lowered her voice and spoke to her friend in a hushed, concerned tone.

  “You’re using again,” said Honey. “What the hell’s going on with you?”

  “Listen, miss,” said Bethany her tone defensive. “I’m the fuckin’ mom around here, so keep that shit to yourself. You don’t need to pry into what I do after work. Besides, it was just one time.”

  “But you’ve been clean for so long,” said Honey. “And you’ve been around the block enough to know that ‘just one time’ turns into two times, then three times, then before you know it you’re a junkie again.”

  “I’m not a fuckin’ junkie,” said Bethany. “I just slipped up, is all.”

  “But why?” asked Honey. “You’re doing so well. I mean, you’re, like, this close to having enough cash to get the hell out of this place for good. And you want to risk all that just to get high?”

  “I know, I know,” said Bethany. “It’s fucking stupid. I’m fucking stupid. It’s just that, um, well, Charlie offered me some; said it was some primo shit that a girl like me could appreciate.”

  Honey was dumbfounded by that. Why would Charlie, knowing what he knew about Bethany, get her hooked on the shit again? He’d always done his best to look out for the girls, and now he was getting them doped up? Nothing about it made sense to Honey.

  “What the fuck is Charlie doing giving you that shit? And where the hell did he get it from?”

  “I don’t know,” said Bethany. “But he was right—the shit was killer.”

  “Just …” started Honey, choosing her words carefully. “I know you’re your own woman, but be careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

  “You’re not gonna lose me,” said Bethany, waving her hand dismissively. “Come on—it’s gonna take more than a little backslide into the junk to get you rid of me.”

  “Can you … at least not do it again? Please.”

  Bethany looked away, thinking about it.

  “Okay, I won’t,” she said. “Just one stupid slip-up. Next time Charlie offers me that shit, I’ll tell him where to stick it.”

  “Thanks, B,” said Honey.

  But before either of them could say another word, Honey’s phone buzzed in her purse. Her heart skipped a beat at the idea of it being Grit.

  “That’s a girl who’s gaga,” said Bethany. “Go on, get your phone.”

  Honey gave Bethany a warm smile as she took her phone out of her bag. To her disappointment, it wasn’t Grit, but instead Stone, the vice president of the Vandals. He wanted to meet that night.

  “That him?” asked Bethany.

  “Nope,” said Honey. “Just, um, a friend in town seeing if I want to meet up for drinks.”

  The music started in the main floor, the bass booming through the walls.

  “Okay, girl,” said Bethany. “Get your game face on.”

  As the two of them prepared for their performance, Honey’s mind raced with what she’d just learned. Not only had Bethany been using again, but she was using drugs given to her by Charlie. And if that weren’t enough, Charlie having access to drugs all but confirmed that he was running some kind of operation on the premises. Honey figured that he was coming up with new batches and handing them out to known users to get some feedback.

  If she told Stone tonight what she’d learned, it’d all but guarantee that the Vandals would move in on the place. Charlie would be screwed six ways from Sunday. Sure, giving Bethany drugs was a scummy move, but aside from that Honey felt he’d always been a great boss. Honey had always admired the way that he always looked out for the girls—this recent incident with Bethany notwithstanding.

  The night flew by, and Honey went back and forth trying to decide just what to do. Part of her wanted to turn Charlie in to the Vandals and make him pay the price for being a no-good drug-pusher. But part of her felt some loyalty to her boss, the man who’d given her a job and taken good care of her.

  Soon, the evening was over and Honey was on her way to the hotel. Back in the usual room, Stone awaited her alone.

  “All right, gorgeous,” he said, sitting with his legs spread open in one of the room’s fancy chairs, a tallboy in his hands. “Let’s hear some good news.”

  Honey took a deep breath and tried one last time to figure out the right thing to do. It was now or never.

  After a long few seconds, she spoke.

  “Nothing new,” she said. “Same old, same old.”

  Chapter Eight

  Grit

  Weeks passed. Grit knew that the first night with Honey should’ve been a one-off thing. But he couldn’t help himself. He’d lost control that first night and he couldn’t get enough. Just like he’d worried he would be, Grit was hooked. When he wasn’t with Honey, she was all he could think about. He was a man obsessed.

  Meeting tonight?

  He smirked as he read the text.

  You bet that tight ass of yours.

  A winking emoji arrived from Honey a few moments later. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he realized that he was getting horny just thinking about her. He shook his head, still feeling like a stupid kid with his first girlfriend.

  But there was another issue to worry about—that of just why the two of them were meeting to begin with. As much fun as the sex was, he still needed information about just what was going on at Fantasies. She’d been giving him a steady drip of information up until about a couple of weeks ago. Suddenly, she had nothing to say about anything that was going on there. Grit couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious; it almost seemed to him that she might be hiding something. He was ready to chalk it all up to paranoia, but if there was one thing he’d learned during his time as the president of the Vandals, it was to trust his gut. It’d saved his ass more than once.

  Meet me in the lobby this time. I’ve got an idea.

  After sending the text, a sly smile formed on Grit’s face.

  When the time to meet finally arrived, Grit was seated at the hotel bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

  “That seat taken?”

  Grit looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, it was Honey. And like always, she was dressed to impress. She wore a pair of short-shorts that showed off her lovely legs, along with a low-cut top that gave him quite the view of her ample assets.

  “I think it’s got your name all over it.”

  Honey slid into the seat and flashed Grit a sexy little smile.

  “How’re things on the stripper pole?” he asked.

  “Same old, same old.”

  “Been hearing that a lot from you recently.”

  Honey looked at Grit with an expression that was at once suspicious and worried.

  She’s hiding something, he thought. It’s all over her face.

  “Sorry,” said Honey. “I mean, I’m just worried about getting found out is all. If I get caught snooping around, and there’s actually criminal shit like that going on …”

  “I got it,” said Grit.

  She’s a bad liar, thought Grit. She’s right to be worried, but she’s definitely holding something back from me. I gotta find out what it is.

  “Besides,” said Honey, flashing him a sexy look. “I can think of other things I’ve got on my mind besides all that.”

  Now she’s trying to distract me, thought Grit with a smile that he hid from Honey. If I wasn’t sure that something was up, I know now.

  “Like what?” asked Grit.

  “Finish that drink and I might show you.”

  Grit tossed back the rest of his whiskey.

  “I think this is a conversation best held upstairs.”

  �
�I completely agree.”

  Moments later, the two of them were in the elevator leading up to the hotel room. And as it rose, Grit found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Honey. His gaze moved up her legs, to her breasts, to the slight curve of her long neck. He felt himself lose control by the second.