Page 20 of Ruthless Son

I shrugged. “Well then, suck it up, buttercup.”

I tossed a couple of twenties on the counter enough to cover both our meals, before adjusting the crotch of my jeans to stand up without poking someone’s eye out. Fuck. “Let me walk you back to the motel.” I watched her ass walk in front of me, the tight cheeks encased in her own jeans were just big enough to fit my hands. I shoved them into my pockets to keep them from reaching out with a mind of their own and possibly ending up with my own shiner from the feisty woman for touching her inappropriately.

The night had fallen quickly, most of the shops were closed up, except the lights from the bar up ahead. The raucous noise from inside spilled out into the street and she looked at the swinging doors longingly. I knew what she was going to say before she said it, but I still got a jolt of pleasure the minute the words spilled from her pretty lips. “Do you want a drink first?”

The proposal was a temptation and an invitation if the spark in her eyes was anything to go by. She’d hidden that heat behind her sharp tongue, and I wanted to take her up on that offer. Fuck, my dick was begging me to.

But when a woman asked me for a drink, my mind immediately twisted those words into ‘come and fuck me’—which is what it normally translated to. Though I don’t think Mia, standing there with her long hair almost white under the light of the moon, understood what she was getting into when she propositioned me. Especially with that mark on her face. I was an absolute cunt, but I wasn’t without my morals, and she didn’t need my raging hard-on pounding her face into the pillow tonight.

Scratching the underside of my chin, I gave into the urge that I’d had in the diner, and pulled a lock of her hair from behind her ear. It felt like silk wrapped around my finger and I twirled it round without giving into the additional urge to smell it. I wasn’t a fuckin’ creeper. “Not tonight, princess.” I slid the tendril back behind her ear, sliding my hand down the length of her neck and, without even thinking about being in the middle of a dark street, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, gripping her loosely.

Her breath hitched, the delicate feel of her beneath my hand was like pulling the trigger on a loaded gun, I was ready to explode imagining holding her down just like this and sliding my dick across those plump lips. As if she could read my mind, the tip of her tongue poked out, sliding across her bottom lip like she wanted the same thing. Jeez, this woman could do to me with a look what some of the club sluts have to work hard for.

“You need rest after the shit day you’ve had.”

“It’s just a drink, Rex,” she replied breathlessly.

Squeezing gently, her pupils blown wide, the black almost overtaking the blue. “You know it won’t be just a drink, Mia.”

“That’s the first time you’ve said my name,” she murmured, throwing my earlier words back at me.

I couldn’t keep the laugh from breaking free, this woman was a firecracker, and if I wasn’t careful, she could become a problem.

A hot, sexy, infuriating problem that tested my boundaries and unknowingly went up against the rules I’d put in place for myself when it came to women.

Pulling her with me, we crossed the road to the motel, my hand firmly wrapped around her nape the whole way, though it seemed more of a way of keeping her away from me rather than close. This way, I had control over what parts touched what, and I wasn’t in a place for her to put her hands on me tonight.

Desire raged inside me, and I needed to get a grip on it before I lost what little control I had at the moment.

“Make sure you lock the door behind you.” She stood in front of the door, the heat missing now I’d turned her down. “And, Mia, remember what I said about Mickey.” She merely nodded before closing the door in my face. “I’m waiting to hear the turn of the lock. Oh and, Mia,” I called through the door knowing she stood right behind it, a wooden barrier separating me from the woman that haunted my lust-filled thoughts, “…that’s twice now… I win.” I smirked when the latch fell heavily, locking the door from the outside world.

Rex

Barring Threads, who was off on his escapade, and prez, who had his own house with his old lady, the rest of the brothers were in attendance, some drunk off their asses already, a few of them, Sly and Sonic, nursed beers that would probably last all night. They weren’t big drinkers—I wasn’t a drinker at all—it’s why we got on so well. I had enough of drunks when I was a kid having a dad who woke up every morning and drank Bud for breakfast.

Women strutted about in various states of dress. Tits hung out like they were in the Rio fuckin’ carnival. Just a normal night at the clubhouse.

Singling out a little blonde who was otherwise unclaimed and seemed to be in charge of all her faculties, I pointed at her, crooking my finger in a universal gesture of “come the fuck here”.

She followed me to the back, where the rooms were. Plainly decorated bedrooms lined the hall, a place for us to drop and chill if we didn’t want to go home. Though most of us lived here permanently, having no need of a full time place when here was much more convenient. When I wanted some peace and quiet, there was always the open road.

Shrugging off my cut, I hung it carefully on the back of my chair before I dropped to the bed fully clothed. The woman who looked nothing like Mia, not even the color of her hair—which was too dark in my opinion—shut the door behind her, a smirk of satisfaction on her face like she was lucky. I didn’t even know her name, neither did I want to, I wanted a body to fuck and release the tension in my dick, and since the woman I wanted wasn’t available, then whatshername would have to do… for now.

“Take my dick out.” I knotted my hands behind my head, closing my eyes and waiting for the inevitable. The jangle of my belt buckle was the only sound over the heavy breathing of whatshername.

“Um, Rex, I?—”

“Don’t worry about it,” I huffed out, it was always the same thing from women when they first saw it. Worry it wouldn’t fit, fear it’ll hurt… it never did, and they weren’t screaming in pain when I eventually fucked them. “Take it out,” I demanded. I wasn’t here for conversation with her, she just needed to get me off.

Her hand was cool as it wrapped around me, pulling the length from my jeans and softly stroking it. I imagined a different hand, longer tapered fingers and warm to the touch, gripping me, and I shuddered.

“Suck it.” She hesitated at first, her tongue stroking over the tip and lapping up the first bead of pre-cum that was Mia-induced. Her moan sent a wave of ice over me, it didn’t sound right, and I didn’t want a club slut sucking me off tonight… I wanted someone else. “Don’t make a sound when you blow me,” I ordered.

Her eager face ducked to enclose me, and I shut my eyes to imagine another blonde, a different mouth licking the length of me. Already I had that familiar tingle at the base of my balls riding me, but her light licking wasn’t enough to push me over.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I moved her face up and down, my cock moving in and out at a quick pace, jabbing at the back of her throat and feeling her gag around me had me shooting my load deep in her throat. “Unh, Mia.” Her name was ripped between gritted teeth as I imagined choking the pretty nurse with my cock and watching her own throat move as she swallowed every drop.

Whatshername pulled back, swiping at the corner of her lips with a dainty finger. “My name’s Wendy.” I was too tired to give a shit, I wouldn’t remember it by tomorrow, neither did I bother telling her that that careful move to clean her mouth hadn’t cleaned off the big wad of cum on her chin—she missed that part.

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