Pit: The A**hole Club Series

by Saffire , Blue

  Here’s what I know about Pit. He will dance, but not for long and not often. We’ve been in Cancun with him drunk off his ass and some girl has gotten him to dance with her for a little while.

  However, this… this is not the Pit I know or have ever seen on a dance floor. He rolls his big body into me like a stripper. Like, I didn’t even know he had moves like this. Yes, he fucks with the grace of a panther, but I didn’t know he could apply that to standing and music.

  He places a hand in the center of my back and bends me at the waist. I follow, too shocked not to. Once he has me where he wants me, he shoves a hand into my hair and tugs my head back.

  “Will,” I moan because this is turning into fucking on the dance floor.

  He ignores me and continues to gyrate against me. I can feel him hardening through the fabric of his jeans. This white boy is trying to show me up. I snap out of it and start to rock and roll my hips into him.

  We lock gazes and he bites down on his lip. The lust that fills his eyes makes my belly flip, but what makes my mouth drop open is when he licks the fingers of his free hand before slapping one of my cheeks then the other.

  “Oh shit,” I cry out.

  My pussy clenches. My ass stings and my nipples are so tight they could cut right through this bra. He releases my hair and cups my chin as he covers my lips.

  “Mm,” I moan into his mouth.

  He growls and I convulse. I love that growling shit he does. His voice is so deep and the sound rumbles from his chest. During sex it’s such a turn on.

  Who am I kidding? I’m ready to slip in my own juices right now. When he whispers in my ear, I think we both know what my reply will be.

  “You ready to ride me or are you still playing with the boy?”

  “He’s a grown boy. Let’s go.”

  He grins, revealing those sexy dimples, and slaps my butt for good measure. This man is dangerous for my heart and body. I’m starting to wonder who’s in more danger, Shawna or me.

  I’m losing my heart, but I can’t say if I want it back.

  Chapter 19

  With Me

  Skittles

  * * *

  Pit opted for his loft. It’s the closest to the bar. My place is closer to Bridge Lake.

  I don’t think either of us would have made it that far. Fact is, we haven’t made it into his front door before he has my shirt over my head and my leggings pulled down my legs as he eats me out from behind. My hands are pressed to the mirror over the entryway table.

  “Will, yes,” I moan.

  “Tell me how much you want it,” he says against my butt cheek before licking it.

  “I need you so bad.”

  “Not good enough. I want you to beg for me.”

  I roll my eyes back into my head as he spreads my cheeks and starts to eat my ass. My heart stutters. Once again, something is different. It’s not that this is as tender as last night.

  No, it’s the complete opposite. It’s as if he’s determined to show me this body is his. He reaches around to my front and makes my kitty purr for him while he keeps his mouth busy.

  Smack.

  “Fuck, Will,” I cry from the sting of the slap to my ass.

  “I said beg. You want this cock; you beg for it.”

  If this were anyone else, I would have donkey kicked his ass and been out the door. Yet it’s not anyone else. It’s Will.

  The way he’s been dicking this pussy down, I’ll beg in all seven languages I know. I look over my shoulder seductively. He looks up at me through his long lashes. Those jade green eyes darken with desire.

  “Please, zaddy. Fuck me,” I say with a smug smile on my lips.

  He freezes.

  I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. He stares up at me with an open mouth and shock on this face. I wiggle my ass at him, making my cheeks clap.

  He growls and lifts to his full height. His belt buckle clinks as he tears it open. I lose my battle with my laughter.

  That is until he thrusts into me so hard I lift onto my toes. I scream and reach for his hand that’s tightly grasping my hip. He’s so damn hard.

  “Who’s laughing now?” he grunts in my ear.

  He pumps into me like it’s his mission to break my back. The table between us and the wall starts to make a banging sound as it rocks with us. Pit reaches for my leg and lifts it over his forearm, opening me wider.

  “Oh my God,” I scream.

  “Who’s pussy is this?”

  My mind is scrambled, but I hear that question for what it is. Am I ready to admit I’m his? I don’t think so because my reply is stuck in my throat. If he walks away, I’d be destroyed.

  Or that could be his dick trapping my words, because I swear, he’s tickling my brain through my pussy.

  He slaps my ass, hard. “Answer me.”

  I spasm around him. “Fuck, Will, yours.”

  Who am I really kidding? The things I’ve done for this man since the night I met him. The assholes are who they are because I wanted him.

  Screaming out how much I love him is on the tip of my tongue. Which is why I start to shut my emotions off. This is just sex.

  A distraction. Damn good sex, but a distraction is all it can ever be.

  Pit

  * * *

  I release a growl because I feel that shit. She’s pulling away from me again. It’s making me furious.

  We have a good thing, why does she keep trying to pull away from me? Nah, I’m not having that shit. We’re not playing those games.

  I pull out and kick my shoes from my feet, stepping out of my pants next. Lightning fast, I get her out of her ankle boots, panties, and leggings. I stand and turn her, lifting her onto the table.

  With my eyes on hers, I angle her hips and plunge back in. We both groan. I grind my hips into her, causing her eyes to widen.

  When I pin her legs back and out to the sides, she throws her head back against the mirror. I can’t get deep enough, I’m never deep enough. I want all of her. Sometimes, I feel like I’m aiming for her heart.

  “Tell me what you want,” I pant.

  She looks away from me. I grab her face and bring it back to me. I’m not going to make this easy for her to ignore.

  I grab the back of the table, trapping her legs with my arms, and start to pound into her. She’s caged in by all of me. There’s no getting away.

  “Tell me,” I demand as I nail her ass to the table.

  “You,” she whispers.

  “You have me.”

  Skittles

  * * *

  My heart stops. The sincerity in his words hits hard. I want to leap for it.

  I truly do, but our timing is shit. I don’t trust myself to jump into more. Pit has become my crutch in all this. What if that’s all this is? I don’t want to lose a friend.

  My greatest fear is that my emotions are making me hear things. What if this is just great sex for him? As if hearing my thoughts, he kisses me passionately.

  “I’m yours,” he says against my lips.

  He then licks from my throat up to my bottom lip, before covering my lips and chin with his entire hot mouth. His teeth lightly press into the underside of my chin and under my nose. We breathe each other in and it’s the hottest, most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s like he’s about to suck my essence out right from my mouth. All the while he continues to fuck me like the world might come to an end if he stops.

  He swells inside me. I dig my fingers into his ass as it flexes with each thrust. I’m going to come with him.

  I close my eyes and let him in to my heart and soul as his hot seed spills inside of me. I can’t tell him I love him yet, but I can stop running from the knowledge. Still, I’m terrified my heart’s not going to survive this certified asshole.

  He’ll remember that’s who he is, won’t he?

  Chapter 20

  Run Ins

  Pit

  * * *

  “Stop, Pit,” Skittles snaps and
slaps at my hand.

  I chuckle and nuzzle my face further into her neck. I hate these parties. I want to race and be done with this crap. I’d much rather be balls deep in Skittles.

  “No one’s watching,” I say as I pinch her nipple.

  She has on this gold dress that’s going to get someone killed tonight. The back is open, and it has a plunging neckline. The side of her breasts are almost hanging out of the thing.

  Her legs look so sexy in the dress and her gold strappy heels. I’ve backed her into the corner so I could stick my hand in her dress and feel her up. We’re leaving soon.

  “What is this shit over your nipple? Tape?”

  “Oh my god, you’re being so annoying,” she says but there’s no real fight behind her words.

  “What was that? You want anal tonight.” I suck her neck into my mouth. “I think I can make that happen for you.”

  She turns out of my hold and slaps my chest. I reach for her hips as she fixes her boob in her dress. I lick my lips. Damn, I can’t wait to get out of here.

  Stuffy ass mansions and entitled rich people. No one here knows what it’s like to build your wealth from the ground up. Okay, so what some of my money was earned from these pricks and people you wouldn’t have your families around.

  “Oh boy,” Skittles whines when she looks past me. “Hide me. It’s that guy with the stinky ass breath. I’m not talking to him again.”

  “Who?” I turn to look over my shoulder.

  I snort when I see the older dude whose team was eliminated last week. Yeah, I know what she’s talking about. He’s an older guy with lots of money to waste but can’t brush his teeth.

  “I think there’s something dead in his gut.” I chuckle as I frown in his direction. “You know he just likes to stare at your tits, right?”

  “Shut up.” She laughs and swats my chest.

  I go to tell her it’s the truth when a sour taste fills my mouth. The last person I want to see enters my vision. My stomach churns and my muscles tighten.

  I don’t realize the biting hold I have on Skittles until the sound of her voice gets my attention. “Babe, hey, what’s wrong?”

  It’s the first time she’s called me that, but I can’t even bask in the moment. I turn fully and block Skittles with my body. I don’t know why I do it, but this motherfucker ruins everything he gets near, so I’m protecting what’s mine.

  “If it isn’t the spawn I never wanted,” my father says condescendingly.

  I scoff. “Look, it’s the only district attorney in Vander City history to ever be indicted,” I toss back.

  His smug ass smile falls from his face. Yup, I still don’t suffer this fool. Normally we avoid each other completely.

  My hackles are up. Why is he in my face now? When he leans to the side to try to look around me, the move causes me to clench my jaw.

  I see.

  “You look so familiar,” he says to Skittles. “I’ve been trying to put my finger on it.”

  “I’m sorry, you don’t look familiar to me at all,” she replies.

  God, I love her. I once told the assholes that I thought my father hated me because I look nothing like him. Skittles just hit him where it hurts.

  His face sours as he swings his gaze back to me. Oh, I plan to throw gasoline on that fire since he wants to be in my business. This time I’m the one with the smug smile as Skittles moves from behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.

  I rub my hand up and down her back. My father watches the moment like a hawk. When I settle my hand at the base of her spine, I trace the skin where I know her asshole tat is. My father narrows his eyes.

  “Why is your old ass here? It can’t be for the women. Rumor is you can’t get it up anymore,” I say.

  Rage fills his face. I told you I know everything about everything. This motherfucker ruined my family. I’ve been holding a fully loaded clip for him for years. Mr. Knight is the only reason I haven’t emptied it.

  I had to be satisfied with the indictment that had him disbarred. I’m still pissed his slimy ass was able to get out of that. Next time though.

  Suddenly, his eyes light up and he looks back to Skittles. My chest tightens. I know that look and I don’t like it.

  He roars with laughter. “You’re way out of your league, William,” he says tauntingly.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  He nods to Skittles. “If she’s who I think she is, her family will never let her stay tied up with a lowlife like you. A fancy suit doesn’t make a man.”

  “That suit you’re wearing isn’t that fancy and we already know you’re not a man.” I shrug.

  “Mock me if you want.”

  “I don’t have the time or the care to mock you,” I reply and go to leave this conversation behind.

  “If I’m right, you are about to become the fuckup I knew you would be,” he says to my back.

  I spin around and get into his face. “You’re just pissed you can’t move shit in this city without sending one of your men to suck my dick. Fuck you and the cunt that birthed you,” I seethe.

  “In this life you never know who’s working for who. Careful, son,” he says and pats my cheek.

  I shove his hand away and go to knock him on his ass. Skittles grabs my arm and jumps between us. The red before my eyes recedes a little as her words break through.

  “Pit, don’t. It’s not worth it. Come on, babe.”

  “Listen to her. You don’t want to embarrass your girlfriend and her family, do you?”

  Skittles

  * * *

  I’m about to drop this guy my damn self. If I break a nail trying to keep Pit from choking him out, I’m going to lose it and we can jump this jerk.

  My father and I can clash, but he would never say these types of things to me. This man is so hateful. My father just has screwed up priorities.

  “Babe, don’t,” I whisper to Pit when he looks like he’s going to start for his father again.

  He shakes his head. Then looks down at me and searches my face. He dips his head to kiss my lips tenderly.

  I look up at him a little confused. That kiss held something different. He looks over my head and nods. Then, without another word, he walks off.

  Roman appears out of thin air. “Come on, I’ll get you home.”

  Chapter 21

  The Inevitable

  Skittles

  * * *

  I sit in the window seat at my home staring out at the street below while brushing my hair. My thoughts are all over the place. I’ve been consumed by what happened earlier tonight.

  That look in Pit’s eyes. It’s haunting me. I can’t put my finger on it. It feels so familiar, like an emotion I know too well.

  Hurt… feeling like I’m not enough—I don’t know. It seemed to be in that family. I can’t shake it as much as I try.

  It made me think a lot about my dad and our relationship. Then my thoughts have been heavily on Shawna. It’s the sadness in her eyes in the pictures I get that’s tearing me apart.

  I’m the fighter. I’m the one that takes care of my friends and loved ones. Yet this time I can’t jump right in and tear shit up.

  I inhale and starve off the panic attack that rises. Pit is usually here to keep me from spiraling, but he has his own problems. And that’s killing me, I want to be there for him.

  “You’re doing the best you can, Ven,” I breathe as I pull my hair into a ponytail on top of my head.

  I close my eyes and lean my face against the glass. The coolness helps a little. I fight back the tears.

  I think to call Kelex, but Pit is the only one I want to talk to. I miss his voice rumbling through me as I lie on his chest. I want to get lost in tracing his tats.

  I open my mouth and release a silent scream. It’s all I can do not to allow this panic attack to overtake me. I press my palms to the glass and breathe.

  I’m startled when my doorbell rings. I take a few deep breaths before I get up and pa
d barefoot downstairs to the front door. Hope blooms. It has to be Pit.

  When I open the door, he’s standing there with his head bent, his hands in his pants pockets. He’s still in his tux, his shirt is unbuttoned to nearly the center of his chest, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck. He’s so beautiful.

  When he lifts his head, those gorgeous eyes come into view. I’m left breathless at the sight. I open my mouth to speak, but he pulls his hand from his pocket and places his finger to my lips. With the shake of his head, he backs me into the house.

  I look up at him with my brow threaded. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, he presses his forehead to mine as he moves through my place, up to my bedroom. I cup his face and close my eyes.

  The panic is gone. I can breathe again. He’s giving me my sanity back. He’s been the calm in this storm.

  I open my eyes when he places me on the bed. I sit with my knees pulled into my chest as we hold each other’s gaze, and he starts to undress. When he’s naked, he comes to the foot of the bed and reaches for my cotton tank. I lift my arms to allow him to remove it.

  He peels my silk shorts off of me next. Climbing onto the bed, he kisses me and grabs my thighs to move me back on the mattress. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my hands into his hair from behind.

  When he pushes inside me, I gasp and arch into him. He’s doing it again—making love to me. However, this time I’m ready.

  When he breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, I’m with him. I allow him to heal us both, because clearly, he’s as broken as I am. I see it in his green eyes.

  He cups my breast and lifts it to wrap his lips around the peak. His eyes still on mine. My legs are wrapped so tightly around him my inner thighs start to ache, yet I still squeeze tighter.