“You going out there?” Nightmare asks quietly, so the others don’t hear him over their conversation.
“Nope.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Shrugging, I take a gulp of my beer.
“You know with the cunt shot she just sent you, she wants to fuck. If you don’t jump on it, any other man in this shit hole would be happy to, Saint included.” My eyes fly toward the other brother busy carrying on, drinking and having a good time, paying Nightmare and myself no attention. Nightmare raps his knuckles on the table. “Somehow I don’t think you’d let anyone touch her, though.”
“What do you know about it?”
He copies me, shrugging and sits back in his seat, taking a long pull from his bottle.
Goddamn it.Fine.I hate the fact that he’s right. I would go fucking apeshit on someone if they touched her. She has me so wound up; I’m liable to flip out on anyone at this point.
“I’mma smoke,” I declare suddenly, so everyone at the table hears me.
Night and Spider nod, while Saint, Sinner, and Ruger keep on reminiscing over our last trip to Florida. They turned into some regular beach boys, going surfing and shit. We gave them all types of hell for it, but they ended up loving it regardless of our opinions.
Trekking through the bar, I take a deep breath once I arrive at the door leading me outside where Cinderella is. I have no idea what the fuck to say to her or them both if they’re standing there smoking and attempt to talk to me. I ought to make her put on my shirt while we’re out back. It’s the least she could do so I don’t end up killing someone else for her tonight. At this rate, it’ll end up being one of my fucking brothers.
I head outside, making sure the door closes behind me and that no one’s followed me. I hope she was at least cautious enough to do that much as well. Standing beside it, I lean my tired body against the brick wall and dig a cigarette out of my front pocket, then my zippo.
It takes a few tries to get my smoke lit in the breeze, but it works eventually, allowing me a couple of drags before I hear the first soft moan. My eyes fly to the left of me where the building protrudes out in an ‘L’ shape.
In the full moon’s bright glow mixed with the porch light, I can clearly make out Cinderella propped up against the building. They have the short leather skirt pushed up to her waist exposing her nakedness that I caught a glimpse of back at the pool table.
The real shocker is that Bethany’s on her knees right in front of her, with her shorts pushed down to the ground. She has one hand between her legs, pumping away while her face is between Cinderella’s thighs, licking furiously at her cunt.
Groaning, my hand immediately goes to my dick, squeezing it through my pants, attempting to ease some of the huge ache it’s suddenly feeling from not getting the attention it wants. This is the last thing I was ever expecting when I got up from my seat. Cinderella’s eyes meet mine as she moans again and I squeeze my cock harder. Fuck, I want in her so badly. This is no doubt the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Bethany starts sucking on Cinderella’s pussy as her hand moves faster under her shorts; she squirms for a second before pushing her away. Bethany stays directly in front of her, using both of her hands to chase her orgasm.
Cinderella locks her gaze with mine again and inserts two of her fingers as deep as they’ll go; my palm rubs my cock over my jeans, consumed by the sight in front of me.
Bethany calls out in bliss, finding her release as she watches Cinderella pleasure herself.
She pumps her fingers in and out, each time grinding her palm against her clit and moaning all while watching me. Cinderella’s eyes suddenly fly closed, a loud moan escaping her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. The vulnerable look of surrender as she gives in and accepts the pleasure overcoming her body is fucking breathtaking.
She finishes and Bethany climbs to her feet, both of them wearing pleased smiles. Pulling my hand away from my dick, I take a drag off my forgotten cigarette as they fix their clothes, approaching me.
Bethany beams a bright smile as she passes by, heading back inside.
I’m panting like I just ran a fucking marathon when Cinderella gets to me. I’m expecting her to do the same as Bethany, but she pauses. Her blue irises take in my flushed face as her tongue glides over her lips, making my heart rate spike even higher from the simple gesture, and then she does something I’ll never forget for the rest of my fucking life.
The bitch reaches her hand up, taking her two fingers she just came all over and brushed them against my mouth, leaving her wetness behind on my lips. It’s more than I can handle; her scent on my mouth is my fucking undoing.
She flashes a sexy smile and disappears through the door. She’s gone before I even realize it and I’m not sure if I’m in shock that she just did that or because she left me like this after such a brazen invitation. At least for her sake I hope that’s what it was, or she’s going to be highly pissed when I call her on it.
Licking my lips breaks me, and I go storming through the door, on a mission to have her. She thinks she can do that without any repercussions? I don’t fucking think so. That bitch is so fucking mine; she doesn’t know it yet, but she will real quick.
Once I make it through the hallway and into the bar, she’s yet again bent over the pool table, just like she never left.
Perfect.
With a few powerful strides, I’m behind her; Bethany’s eye’s growing wide when she notices how furious I am. Cinderella gets a ‘what’ out to Bethany before I slam the top part of her body down onto the pool table. She attempts to move, but I hold her down with my hand in the middle of her back. She’s no match for my strength no matter how hard she tries.
With my other hand, I release the button on my jeans, my zipper lowering immediately from my dick trying to burst out and lift her skirt up, uncovering half of her ass cheeks. She starts to scream in protest while everyone watches me claim her in front of the entire bar. After this, no one will ever touch her again around here.