Chapter 6

 

 

 

Banshee

 

Last night couldn’t have gone better. Bellamy may not have appreciated my abruptness, but she didn’t complain when it was said and done. Now, Poison and I are standing outside of the Pretty Pinks’ row houses. We got here around nine. I figured that would give Bellamy plenty of time to get home, but to my disappointment, she’s not here.

 

Poison tagged along because apparently, the mention of Wet-n-Wild Wednesday didn’t settle with him. In the twenty minutes we’ve been contemplating entering, we’ve watched various men and women scantly dressed enter the main house. The more people that enter, the more my nerves are frayed by what could possibly be happening in that fucking house.

 

Instead of waiting out front, I decided that I’ll chill out at Bellamy’s since I know she and Maggie have an aversion to locking her door. Poison sulkily follows, and we raid the fridge for a couple of beers.

 

“What the hell do you think is happening over there?” Poison questions.

 

“No clue, but I do know that Bellamy wasn’t very forthcoming with the information this morning when I told her I was coming back.”

 

“With the shit, I’ve seen since coming here, I have a hunch we aren’t going to like what we see.”

 

I chuckle. “You might not like what you see because you can’t lock down Mauve.”

 

He glares. “I will. It’s just taking a little longer than I expected.”

 

Time slowly ticks by as we wait in the kitchen until I hear the front door opening and closing. Bellamy halts as she enters the kitchen and proceeds to go to the fridge getting a bottle of water taking a huge gulp before addressing us.

 

“Poison, Banshee. Y’all could’ve hung out at the main house.” We nod. “Okay, I’m going to shower real quick and then we’ll go over together so I can hold your hands.” She leaves giggling at our apparent pussy asses for not venturing into the main house without her.

 

Ten minutes later, she steps into the living room where we’re waiting wearing a short denim skirt and a green halter top that hugs her curves. I had a semi when she came home in her scrubs, but now mini-me is trying to escape the confines of my jeans. She’s barefoot and swaying to the front door.

 

“Let’s go, boys. I need a drink and a fuck.”

 

No words are spoken as we chase after her ass to the main house that is bumping with music.

 

She opens the front door, and the music, moans, and groans assault my already heightened sense to bone the fuck out of her. She strides to the kitchen off of the living room leaving us behind. Poison and I stand at the door speechless to what the fuck we just walked in on. A couple or threesome take almost every surface in the midst or the beginnings of getting their groove on.

 

Poison pushes past me, and I stare after him as he approaches Mauve in the throws of passion. He doesn’t stop until he’s pulled the man off of her and has him by the throat pushed up against the same wall Mauve was getting pounded into. The man’s dick goes flaccid in a manner of seconds when he comes out of his sex-induced haze to see Poison’s stoic face. Poison releases him, and he stumbles to catch his balance.

 

Mauve places her hand on Poison’s chest to calm him, but he doesn't have it. He stripes off his kutte and black t-shirt all while crowding Mauve against the wall. He places one hand on the wall beside her head while the other frantically undoes his pants. Mauve’s hands skim around his sides and under the waist of his jeans as she slowly brings them down below his ass. Poison hoists her up by her ass cheeks, and she wraps her arms and legs around him.

 

There’s no gentleness as he slams into her. He’s showing her through his forcefulness that she’s his just like I did with Bellamy last night. The only difference is that by tomorrow morning, Poison and Mauve will be back at square one and tonight will have proven nothing.

 

Shaking my head, I find Bellamy taking shots of tequila with Maggie and Tasha. Both who are in various stages of dress but neither catch my eye. Bellamy surrounded by another man I don’t know pisses me off, and I see red.

 

I stomp over to her as she places the shot glass on the counter. Tugging her to me, I shove my hand between her legs to find she’s not wearing panties and she’s drenched. I glide my finger from her clit to her entrance repeatedly. Her hips buck, and her breathing picks up.

 

“This is mine,” I demand. She bobs her head and moans. “My pussy, my cream, mine.”

 

“Yours.” She moans.

 

Possessiveness, like I’ve never felt, hits me, and I lift her to the edge of the island splaying my hand against her chest and lowering her to the counter. I ripe open my jeans and slide my boxers down enough for my throbbing cock to smack against my stomach. Grabbing my shaft, I position it at her wet center, thrust into her and hold. When her eyes meet mine, I move unhurriedly driving her to the point of frustration. Every time I feel her tighten around me, I stop. She groans her aggravation. As the quivering of her pussy slows, I move again steadily building her up.

 

“Banshee.” She breathes. “Please, harder.”

 

“You are mine,” I growl, and at her nod of agreement, I pick up the pace slamming into her over and over with more force, letting her feel my need for her. Nobody else in this moment matters, but her until Maggie slinks closer and decides she wants to play too and I’m not having that. There’s no need to have two women when the one sprawled in front of me receiving my cock is enough for me. “Off.” I bellow at her, and she stops. Maggie takes in my expression as I continuously pound into Bellamy and glare at her. She gets what she’s looking for and backs away.

 

Bellamy’s arms drape over her head and grip the edge of the counter as she begins to ram her pussy back on to me. Every time I pull out, she slams down. Looking into her eyes as she licks her lips, she lifts her chin and screams my name. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I lose sight. My balls draw up, and my cum surges into her depths. I let go of her hips and lay my head on her stomach as we catch our breath.

 

She runs her fingers through my hair as I gradually come too. I prop myself up on my elbows and roll up tucking my softening cock back in its confines. I stare enraptured at the sight of my cum oozing from her cunt and the renown feeling of accomplishment. I inadvertently claimed her in front of the Pretty Pinks when I rejected Maggie’s attempt to join. If I had accepted, they all would’ve assumed we were fair game.

 

She’s mine, and she always will be. No more pussy footing around. She just got claimed.