Page 10 of Free Fall

Oh, I was not fucking done with her. No way.

I worked till late, keeping my head down and staring at the computer screen until my eyes were dry and aching. It was the worst part of a successful company. Henry and I didn’t get our hands dirty anymore.

Henry never knocked when he came into my office, so it wasn’t a surprise when he shoved the door open and nodded when he saw me, still plowing through the workload. The sun was down, only streetlight coming through the large window behind me. My lamp light was soft on purpose, throwing every corner of the room into shadow like I could trick myself into thinking it was fucking cozy.

“You’re still here,” he said, stating the obvious as he sank into the chair on the other side of my desk. I stared at my best friend. He’d spread his long legs out, was running his hand through his graying hair, looking tired as all hell. He shared his big, brown eyes with his daughter, but the rest of her features came from her mother. I’d been along for the ride with this man since we were teenagers. I’d seen him go from a terrified eighteen-year-old with a pregnant girlfriend and no prospects, to the successful person before me now. Larger than life, wrinkles around his eyes and a deep-rooted confidence in himself.

“You are too,” I nodded back, leaning forward, pushing my laptop to the side.

He gave me a weak smile. “It’s not as much fun as it used to be.”

“What isn’t?” I asked. He could be talking about anything. We were both having marital problems, our little pact not holding up over the passage of time, but neither of us was willing to stop. Or it could be about work, about the shift from laborers to office assholes we’d made without even noticing.

“Today I spent four damn hours on the phone with twelve different people getting to the bottom of a supply issue.” He glared at me. “Four hours of my life, Luca.”

I’d fucked his daughter days ago. She was walking around with my bite mark on her shoulder.

“We need a fucking hobby,” I groaned, clawing at my cheeks in frustration.

He laughed. “We have a hobby.”

“Beyond our quarterly fuckfests.”

He shrugged. “Maybe we just need to increase them. I need a good fucking right now. Some small thing underneath me to humiliate and abuse.”

Henry and I were beyond common decency. When you’d seen your buddy’s come face, decorum disappeared. We got off on it, the tag-teaming. Though we’d never fucked each other, I knew his kinks as intimately as I knew my own. Didn’t even give a shit if it was weird. It got us through.

My first instinct was to say no, which sat like rocks in my stomach. Ali would be pissed, we had a family dinner planned. Both the twins were going to be home for takeout and a movie night. It was a rare thing these days. They only came to the Summers Diaz dinners because they liked to mess with Zelda and Jules. But this burning in me was too damn intense.

“Fine,” I said, slamming my laptop shut. “Fuck it. Find somewhere.”

The woman at my feet had her mouth hanging open, her tongue thrust as far out as she could get it. Presenting for me. She’d scraped her dark hair back into a ponytail at the crown of her head, and her blue eyes were wide, waiting.

She looked pathetic.

I continued jacking my cock, standing above her like the piece of shit she wanted me to treat her as. She strained, her tits pushing forward. I had her in the corner of a free use room at a local club we were semi-regulars at. It was a small place, but dedicated clientele always packed it with eager faces and boners.

Henry and I had chilled at the bar for an hour before seeking out the free use room. Subs, or whomever wanted to, would wait in there to be used as the other patrons wished. Henry was slamming a red-head in the ass on a wrought iron bed, his breaths coming out in grunts as he worked himself and the little slut hard. Their groans were picking up. Moans, gasps and cries of pleasure and pain sounded throughout the room. Across from me, a man and a woman were both swallowing up a dick, the owner grinning down in reverence. In the center, a curvy blonde had a train on her, a gang of five men taking it in turns to pound her. A handful of others waited, in varying states of dress, for someone new to stroll in and take them too.

This black-haired woman, waiting for me to fill her throat, was too fucking patient. With her hands on her knees, saliva dripping down her chin, I continued to jack off above her.

I could shove my cock in her mouth, bruise her soft tissue and make her gag on my spunk. “You want my cum?” I asked her, aiming my cock toward her face. She nodded, her eyes desperate. I slapped her cheek, and she didn’t even flinch, despite the piercing leaving a small red mark.

My balls drew up, but I couldn’t get there. The smells and sounds of sex echoed around the room. I had a willing hole that I wasn’t using. The tension at the base of my dick built, but I needed more.

“Shit,” I stuttered, slapping my shaft over the woman’s face, imagining she was someone else. “Zelda,” I sighed, remembering the taste of her cummy pussy. I tilted my head back and jacked off, images of Zelda’s sleeping body, her eyebrows creasing and her thighs shaking. “Yeah, take it all, little puppet.”

Cum jetted from my cock all over the woman beneath me. I made sure it sank into her hair, down her face, dripping over her lips. Some landed on my hand. Then I shoved her away and slumped into the wall. Zelda’s features were at the forefront of my mind as I listened to her father fuck the whining, needy thing into a mattress.

I raised my hand and licked the cum from my skin, wishing I could feed it to my dirty little puppet. Wishing it was her on my knees for me. She’d taken me so well. I was going to get her again. I decided in that moment that she was mine. Fuck the consequences.

Six

Zelda

Someoneneededtokickme in the ass for not coming up with an excuse to skip out on our annual trip. But damn, I wanted the sun. And I’d failed to tell a good enough lie. So here I was, staring down the barrel of a ten-day vacation with my family and every single Diaz. Shit.

I stared at Luca from across the airport, the playlist in my ears only fueling my rage, my despondency. I couldn’t believe I was here, that I hadn't chickened out.

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