Frowning, she moved across the room, and checked through the peephole, surprised by who was there.
Opening the door, she stared at Pixie. “How do you know where I live?”
“I know where Chloe lives. She’s club property, even if she doesn’t believe it.”
Before she could stop him, he’d already moved into her apartment, and Suzy had no choice but to close the door.
“I don’t know why you’re here. Chloe is out, and so is Grace. I really don—” Pixie slammed her against the wall and took possession of her mouth, silencing any kind of protest she once had.
His tongue glided across her bottom lip, and Suzy was too weak to deny him.
Opening her lips, she closed her eyes, basking in the feel of him. Pixie felt a lot better under her hands than she ever imagined he would.
Suddenly, he pulled away but only to take hold of her hands, and press them above her head. “So, this is how it’s going to go. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to love every second of it. N
either of us are going to speak a word of this with anyone, and we’re going to keep doing this.”
“You can’t speak a word of it.”
“I just said that, didn’t I?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re a fucking prude, but I’m sick and tired of you pushing me away. That shit stops now.”
“Whatever.” Suzy wondered if she should tell him she was a virgin or to let it go.
When he tugged her shirt over her head, Suzy decided it wouldn’t hurt all that much. Women had been doing it for centuries, and surviving it. She’d survive it.
Chapter Eleven
Sitting at one of the tables, Grace stared around the room and had to wonder if she had walked into an orgy. There was more tit and cock than she ever thought was possible. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
Drake had bought her a beer, which had gone undrunk at the table. Biting her lip, she glanced to the left of her, and she quickly averted her eyes. A woman was bent over showing her ass off, and she was sucking a man’s cock. That wouldn’t have been a problem if there hadn’t been a man behind her, preparing her asshole.
“I don’t know where to look,” Grace said.
His arm went around her shoulders, and he leaned down, turning her head so that she was looking at the woman’s ass once again. “Look at whatever you want. If they didn’t want you to watch, they wouldn’t be here, and they’d be in their private room.”
Grace watched as the man pressed his finger into the woman’s ass. He pumped inside her ass, and then added a second finger, making sure that she was good and slick for his cock. They turned the woman so that she had a good view of him sliding his cock inside her. The man’s cock was gloved up, and she watched in fascination as the woman’s ass seemed to suck the guy’s dick inside her.
“She wants it bad, baby.” Drake turned her head, and tilted her head back. “You ever been taken in the ass?”
She shook her head. Words seemed really difficult to come by.
“Would you like to try it?”
“Wouldn’t it hurt?”
“Not if it’s done right, it wouldn’t.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, and stroked her cheek. “Come on, grab your beer, and let’s go for a walk.”
With a beer in hand, Grace watched the room as they were all in different states of fucking. Grace didn’t know where to look. She wasn’t used to seeing everything being so graphic.
“This happens every Friday?” Grace asked.
“This happens every single day, baby.”
“You’re surrounded by this all the time?”