I wake up to moans and groans and feel my cock twitch. A hand cups my balls and squeezes as a hot, wet mouth slides down my length and takes me whole, only stopping when I’m halfway down their throat.
Am I dreaming?
I grasps both sides of the sheets underneath me as I feel myself getting close to coming. “Fuck!” I grunt as I feel precome spurt, and then hear a muffled voice moan in what sounds like appreciation. I lift my head up off the pillow to see who I owe this morning blow job to but have no clear vision as they’re hidden by the top sheet, which is covering up to my abs.
I pull the sheet down, and still when I see Honey, naked from what I can tell, and licking my cock like it’s a Popsicle. She has a hand between her thighs, pleasuring herself as she runs her tongue up and down me, and she starts circling around her clit with her index finger. I can see the sheen of her juices on her thighs and fingers, and I tense up. “What the fuck are you doing, Honey?”
Her head tilts up so she meets my eyes, but her tongue is still licking my head. Fuck, that feels good—it’s been so long.
“Baby, if you need me to tell you what I’m doing, then I know it’s been too long. Don’t you like it?” she asks, her free hand now pumping my length, her small fingers barely able to grasp around my girth. I feel pressure building in my balls and know I’m close to coming in her mouth, which is once again covering me with its wet warmth. I should pull her off, tell her to get the fuck out, but part of me wants what’s she’s offering. “Come on, baby, don’t act like you don’t want this,” she says like she read my mind, then starts pumping my cock faster, just how she knows I like it.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my bottom lip, trying to make myself think straight. No, I can’t do this, no matter how much I want it. It ain’t right to tell Charity last night that I want her, and that Honey means nothing to me, then be getting sucked off by the woman herself.
I grip her hair in my hand to pull her off, and that’s when my door flies open. It’s Quill who busts in, saying, “You up yet, brother? It’s past lun—Oh, fuck.” His eyes widen, and his expression turns apologetic. “I’m fucking sorry, man.”
I frown. Since when do any of the boys apologize for stumbling into a room when one of us is fucking or getting head. But then I know what the look of pity on Quill’s face now is for, because just as sure as I know day is day and night is night, the familiar sound of Charity’s laugh hits my ears.
“What’s going on, Quill? You gonna let us in?” I hear Hazel ask. My cock softens right away, and I quickly push Honey’s mouth off and stumble to my feet, looking for jeans and a shirt.
“Come on, Quill, let me in,” Charity says, and I look at Quill with pleading eyes, before he turns in the doorway to face them, trying desperately to conceal me and Honey from both Charity and Hazel. I can’t make out what Quill is saying, but I don’t care.
Finally finding my jeans at the edge of the bed, I’m sliding my legs through them one at a time when Honey says, “Hey, I’m not done yet.”
“Let me the fuck inside,” I hear Charity growl.
“Darlin’, ain’t nothing for you to see in here. I was wrong to think surprising him would be a good idea. Now’s just not the time.”
“Like fuck it isn’t!” Charity shouts, pushing Quill aside and appearing in the doorway, thunderclouds passing across her face as she looks between Honey and me.
“Will you get the fuck up and dress yourself!” I demand, seeing a smug look of pleasure grace Honey’s face at Charity’s obvious fury. The bitch is enjoying this.
I’m just about to throw my shirt over my head, when Charity slams the door the rest of the way open and storms into the room. Her eyes widen, and a gasp leaves her lips as the reality of what had been happening before she turned up sinks in. She covers her mouth with one hand, and I go still, my shirt hanging around my neck. Charity looks between Honey and I again, then her eyes travel down my chest to my open jeans that I still haven’t had a chance to close. How the fuck am I going to explain this?
Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she looks back at Honey, who’s wiping smeared lipstick off from around her mouth. She smiles over at Charity. “Don’t you knock? It’s rude to interrupt someone when she’s going down on a man, and with cum in her mouth.”
Charity’s eyes widen once again and then her hand drops from her mouth.
“Honey, shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here.” I look back at Charity, and say pleadingly, “Look, it isn’t what you think.”
“Ha!” Charity shouts, a fake smile on her lips. “Not what I think? Please explain, Trigger, what it is that you think I’m thinking?” That’s the first time she’s called me by my club name.
I continue to pull my shirt on to buy some time, then buckle up my jeans and zip them closed. Stepping closer to her with my arms out in front, I say, “Let’s talk, okay, babe.”
“Babe? Don’t you dare call me babe!” she yells, her face now red with her anger, eyes bright and shining with tears. “How dare you! How dare you play me like this.” I step back as her fury takes hold and she steps closer to me. “You know what, Trigger? I thought you were different, thought that maybe….” She looks at Honey and then back at me.
“What?” I ask, encouraging her to go on.
She laughs, a bitter laugh, though. “Nothing. I’m an idiot, that’s all.”
I reach over and place my hand on her arm, but she pulls back. “Don’t you dare touch me. You… you asshole,” she spits, then walks to the bed where Honey is lazily looking at her nails with a wide smile on her face. “And you.” She yells the words, forcing Honey to look up at her. “Don’t you have any respect for yourself? Get some clothes on, for God’s sake.”
Honey smirks and rolls her eyes at Charity, and I grind my teeth. “Why? Trigger likes me this way.”
Before I can speak, Charity cries out, “Why, you bitch,” her hands moving to Honey’s hair. She pulls at it harshly and jumps on top of her, and I rush toward the bed, not wanting Charity to do anything stupid that may harm her baby. I pull her off Honey with some effort, and Charity kicks and screams, and claws at my arm as I hold her to my chest. “Let me go, you bastard. I want to kill her.”
“Stop it,” I growl in her ear.
Hazel comes barging in then, taking one of Charity’s hands in hers. “Let’s go, Charity, she’s not worth it. And from what I’ve seen today, neither is my brother,” Hazel adds, giving me a disappointed look and shaking her head as she looks around the bedroom. I let go of Charity, and Hazel takes her into her arms and lets her cry on her shoulder. “Shush, shush,” Hazel says soothingly into her ear.
“Listen, Hazel. I—”
“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts, holding her hand out to me to indicate I should stop talking. “It’s not the time—especially when that whore over there is naked on your bed. Come on, let’s get out of here,” Hazel whispers, as she rubs in circles on Charity’s back.
Charity nods and begins to walk away, Hazel’s arm around her. “Char, wait. Please, let’s talk,” I beg as I follow them toward the door.
Charity turns to me once again, tears staining her cheeks as they flow freely from her red-rimmed eyes, and says something I know I’ll never forget. “I’m done. I was wrong to come here.”
She then turns away once more, and my last vision of her is her crying into my sister’s shoulder as they walk out the door.
I feel numb, like I’ve lost a piece of me. What the fuck just happened?