Five
The girl on her knees sucking my cock was pretty. Her name was Sonya. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, a heart shaped face, and her lips looked so pretty stretched around my dick.
I reached out and tweaked a nipple; her eyes slid shut, but she didn’t stop sucking. I pinched the nipple, rolling it around with my fingers, and was rewarded with a whimper. My free hand held her head, moving it up and down my cock. She took me to the back of her throat ‘til she almost gagged. I pulled on her hair, forcing her mouth off my shaft. Her lips were red and puffy; her tongue flicked out as she wet them.
“You want my dick?” I asked. A sultry look crossed her face as she nodded her head in agreement. “Get up on the bed on your knees and face the headboard.” She scrambled to get into position. I took a condom out of the bedside drawer. Ripping it open, I rolled it on then slid into position behind her.
I applied some pressure on her shoulders; obediently she lowered herself ‘til her face lay on the comforter. Shoulders down, ass in the air. I reached down to feel her pussy, wanting to see if she was ready for me. My hand came back wet and glistening. I lined my cock up at her entrance, pushing inside in one steady stroke. Her sweet sigh met my ears when I bottomed out inside her. Sliding my hands on each side of her hips, I feathered my fingers up her back then retreated down to her hips. Grasping her hard, I started an easy rhythm in and out. Once I felt her pushing her ass back to meet each stroke, I started fucking her harder. She was moaning, throwing her body back on every stroke while my balls slapped against her ass. The sound of my breath as I fucked her with long, smooth movements was the only sound in the room.
I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing down on my cock; I knew she was close. I slid one hand around from her hip to her clit and started rubbing in time to my thrusts. Her back bowed and her breath came out in a long wail as she came on my dick.
Now it was my turn.
Turning it loose, I pounded into her, her body moving up the bed from the force of my assault on her pussy. I thrust a few more times, jerking in and out of sync briefly before thrusting in to the hilt to shoot my load into the condom.
Her body was shaking from her orgasm, so I soothed my hand up and down her back ‘til she calmed. I pulled out, disposing of the condom while she lay face down on the bed. I walked into the bathroom, cleaned up, then stuffed myself back into my jeans. Walking into the bedroom, I saw she still hadn’t moved on the bed. I grabbed my cut, threw it on, and walked to the door.
“Darlin’, I’m going back to the party. Come down when you’re ready, but make it quick.” Turning, I opened the door and left the room.
The music was loud and thumping. The guys were doing one of three things: swaying to the music on the dance floor, sitting at the tables with some club girls in their laps, or standing at the bar with a beer and a smoke. I made my way over to Breech, who was at the bar with Cristal on his lap.
“Beer,” I said to the prospect behind the bar. He twisted off a top then put the beer down in front of me. Taking the cold brew, I drank deeply.
Cristal made a face at me from over Breech’s shoulder. “Having a good time, Fighter?” she asked snidely.
I looked her in the eye. “I just fucked Sonya, I’m with my brothers, got a cold beer. What more could I want, Cristal?”
“You’re such a fucking douchebag, Fighter,” she snarled.
Breech reached up to grab her chin. “Watch it, Cristal. That kind of talk will get your pretty little ass tossed out.” He released her chin. “Respect the brothers or get the fuck out,” he finished.
She hung her head. “I’m sorry, Fighter,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, Cristal, I know you are. Not for calling me a douche, but for getting called out for it.”
Breech laughed, breaking the tension. “Come on, Cristal, I got something to fill that mouth of yours with, and it won’t get you in trouble.” He winked at me then led Cristal away, towards his room.
I drained my beer and held the empty up for another. The prospect was quick to put a cold one down in front of me.
Sonny came up to me after, slapping some broad on the ass. “Looks like you got lucky, brother,” I said as he walked up.
“Kim’s tits are sweet as sugar, Fighter. I just can’t help sticking my dick between ‘em every chance I get,” he said.
Laughing, I slapped him on the back. “Going to heaven one tit job at a time, brother,” I said.
“You got that right, son. ’Til I find the one, there will be plenty to ride my dick when I need ‘em.”
“You still looking for the happily ever after, Sonny?”
“Fighter, I firmly believe there is a woman for every man. The hard part is finding that one that fits you, fits your life, and is willing to stay the course; it’s not an easy life we lead. A lot of women can’t or won’t make the commitment. Me, I’ve always wanted to be a one-woman man, I just haven’t had the pleasure of meeting that one woman yet. So ‘til I do, it’s titties and beer, brother.”
I burst out laughing as he started singing, “A little titties and beer… God, I love Rodney Carrington.”
Pounding on the bar, I got the prospect’s attention. “Get this man a beer and a shot of Jack. If he’s drinking, he ain’t singing,” I yelled. The prospect slid a beer in front of Sonny and poured us each a shot. “To titties and beer,” I toasted. He downed his shot then drank from the beer.
Kim heard singing and walked over to stand in front of Sonny. She wiggled out of her crop top, shimmying her shoulders making her tits bounce.
“Yep, don’t get no better than this, brother,” he said, never taking his eyes off Kim’s swaying tits. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her between his legs. She giggled, leaning forward to kiss his neck.
That was my cue to leave the dark corner of the bar to them. I saluted him with my beer and walked away.