“Your name, sweetness,” he urges, bending into me and whispering into my ear.
I swallow, prepared to lie, but it’s hard. The truth is there and I want to scream it. I want to hear this beautiful man call my name all night. Being denied that is a physical pain.
“Holly,” I blurt out, grasping at the first name that comes to mind.
“Good girl. Here’s what we’re going to do, Holly.” His fingers begin petting me again, sliding in and out of my pussy so slowly he might be driving me insane. “Are you listening?”
“Yes?” It comes out as a question because I’m not listening, not really. I’m concentrating on the way his hand is manipulating my pussy and how his thumb is stroking my clit.
“Good girl. I’m going to take my hand away. I’m going to go tell my men I’m gone for the night. You’re going to wait right here for me. Then, to reward you for being such a good girl, I’m going to take you out back to the supply closet by the bathrooms I found earlier and fuck you hard. When I’m done there, you and I are going to blow this joint and really party.”
His words do strange things to me. Before I can even catch my breath, he takes his hand away and I instantly miss it. Suddenly the music sounds louder, and the noise of the crowd rushes into my ears. Apparently I had everything blocked out except the sound of Torch’s voice. I feel heat rise in my face as I look around. No one seems to be noticing.
He kisses the top of my head, then pulls away completely. I can’t help but watch him walk away and admire the way his ass looks in those jeans. He looks over his shoulder at me, catching me red-handed, but I just smile, which in turns makes his lips turn up. “This is going to be so good, Holly,” he says back to me. “So fucking good.”
And just like that, the excited haze he has me in is gone. Holly… I don’t like him calling me Holly.
Bethie’s right. I can’t have him. I watch as he walks over to his buddies and they’re laughing. I can’t hear what they say, though I’m sure Torch is telling them he’s hooking up with some chick he just met. Me. It’s not like I’ve done this a lot, but it has never bothered me before when it did happen.
So, why does it bother me now?
I can’t do this. I’m playing with fire. I look around the club, searching for the back exit. When I spot it, I head immediately in its direction.
I’m walking towards my brothers, but in my mind, I’m seeing Holly’s tongue sliding against her lips as I finger her tight little pussy. I’m thinking of the way her fingers hold onto me. Hell, they were clawing into my back. I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood under my shirt.
“Hey, boys. I’m heading out. I’ll meet you back at the motel later tonight.”
“Is that a fact?” Sabre asks.
“Yeah. And you, you tight son of a bitch… you owe me money, and I’ll expect that when I get in later.”
“That’s interesting. If you actually did hook up with her, where is she?”
“Just never mind, Sabre. I have plans for sweet Holly. If you’re nice, I may show you pictures tomorrow. She’s hot as fuck and begging for dick, man. Just like I like them.”
“That’s really weird,” Latch speaks up, staring at his beer.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well, if you’re hooking up with her tonight, why is she sneaking out back?”
“What?” I spin around. “What the fuck??” Sure enough, Holly’s sneaking out the back entrance. That little cock tease! “Son of a bitch-whore!”
Sabre and Latch laugh and laugh. Annoying bastards. I turn to flip them off, then take off to capture the little tease who thought she could play me, but the look on Sabre’s face stops me.
“I might have been wrong, Torch, my boy.”
“I’m not your motherfucking boy,” I grumble back. “What in the hell are you talking about anyways?”
Maybe I should let the chick go. She’s hot as hell, but I just need my dick wet. I ain’t chasing after no pussy. I ignore the pain in my dick that calls me a fucking liar. Motherfucker will take whatever pussy I give him. He’s been too fucking choosy lately.
“She might be right up your alley. Make you work for it. I can’t remember a bitch turning you down in a long ass time.”
“That’s because it hasn’t fucking happened.”
“Don’t look now, amigo, but looks like it just did,” Latch joins in.
“We’ll see about that.”
I head out the front, intent on finding the bitch who thought it’d be fun to give me blue balls tonight. Once outside, I look around. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark. Then, I see the minx walking along the side of the building and heading to a yellow Jeep Wrangler. Why does that surprise me? I don’t know what I expected her to drive, but this wasn’t it.