Precarious(50)

“Bitch,” another grunts.

“Tell yourself whatever you want.” The third laughs.

I ignore them, listening to them leave the room. I turn, thinking I’m alone, only to see the fourth, quieter girl watching me. She’s pretty, and not in the cheap kind of way. Her body is curvy, sure, but it’s not slutty or fake. Her long black hair falls over her shoulders in curls, and her eyes are a soft green.

“Why are you here?” she asks, her voice small.

I tilt my head to the side, watching her. “I don’t really have a choice.”

“You’re not a whore?”

“No, of course not.”

I realize how rude that sounded and go to correct myself, but she jumps in.

“Don’t say sorry.” She gives me a sad smile. “It’s not for everyone.”

I narrow my eyes. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing being a piece of ass for a biker, who really doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated?”

“They don’t treat me so bad,” she whispers. “I’m the one they treat most gently, for whatever reason.”

I can see the reason. She’s softer than the rest; it’s clear by the way she holds herself.

“Why do you do it?” I ask, stepping closer.

She contemplates this for a while, before saying, “They make me feel . . . important.”

“But,” I hesitate, wanting to word this correctly, “but they are treating you like a sex toy.”

“Not all of them.” She smiles coyly. “Some treat me better than that.”

“Even so, they’re never going to give you what you want, so why do you stay?”

Her eyes grow dark. “Because, even in their worst times, they’re the best I have.”

My heart breaks for her. “I understand that,” I say, smiling weakly.

“They take care of me, even if I am only a piece of ass. That’s something.”

“You’re right.” I nod, understanding. “It is.”

“Anyway, I have to go. Tyke is waiting for me.”

“Tyke?” I ask.

She flushes. “Yeah, Tyke. He’s good to me, probably the best out of them all.”

I flash her a quick smile as she slips out. When she’s gone, I turn and make myself a sandwich before heading down the hall, eating it. The bikers are out in the shed, so the house is quiet. After a slow lap, I finish up my sandwich and decide to go and read.

I’m passing Maddox’s room when I hear a moan. A throaty, deep moan. I stop, turning my head to see the door is cracked slightly open. I bite my bottom lip and hesitate. Don’t be a perv. I shake my head and go to walk away when I hear Maddox’s guttural, “Fuckin’ suck it harder.”

I can’t help myself. I look.

My cheeks burn when I see Maddox sitting on the couch, his jeans jerked down, his cock freed and settled in one of the whore’s mouths. She’s sucking him furiously, her hands tied behind her back. I open my mouth, but only a little whimper comes out. I’ve never seen something so erotic in my life.

Maddox’s jaw is tight, his long hair loose around his shoulders. He’s got his hand on the base of his cock and he’s stroking in swift jerks as the top of his cock is devoured. Oh boy. I squirm, knowing I should look away, but not being able to bring myself to turn. It’s so erotic. Like real-life porn.

A hand wraps around my hip and I jerk, going to spin, but a firm grip stops me. “You dirty little girl.” Krypt. It’s Krypt. My cheeks flush when I realize that he’s just caught me watching Maddox getting his dick sucked. I try to take a step back, but his hands pin me in place.

“Do you like watching his cock getting sucked?” he purrs in my ear.

“I, I was just passing and . . .”

“Answer me, Ash. Did you like watching it?”

I swallow before whispering, “Yes.”

“Oh, baby,” he growls, his voice throaty. “I think you just made me want you more.”

I did?

His hand slides around my hip and edges towards my jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you come.”

“Krypt, no . . .”

“Shhh,” he murmurs into my ear. “If you make too much noise, Maddox will see you watching him. And then you’ll be left to explain that to him, and let me tell you, Maddox is an erotic little fucker. He wouldn’t hesitate in throwing you over his couch and fucking you while that whore there sucked on your tits.”

Oh my God.

I whimper.

Krypt chuckles.

“My girl is bad.”

His hand slides into my jeans, slipping straight past my panties and into my soaked pussy. He makes an appreciative sound when he dips his fingers into my arousal. “God, you’re so fuckin’ wet. Do I need to take you in there and fuck you in front of him?”