Page 27 of Pretty Monsters

Ford breaks, and I wait my turn. Watching the guys interact with the women, I am able to figure out who is together, and who used to be. This group seems to have a habit of swapping partners, and right now there is a redhead wanting a bit of revenge. I'm all too happy to provide it.

Ford's girlfriend slides over next to him while he waits for my partner, Ted the puppy, to finish his streak. His enthusiasm seems to come with a lot of skill.

Ford continues to ignore the girl, but it's more than not noticing her. He's sending her a message, with every action he makes, he's done with her. Doesn't mean she's willing to accept it though, evident in how she's managing her emotions by drowning in a glass of beer.

Predictably, she moves on to trying to make him jealous. Not that this tactic will work, as he seems to genuinely have feelings for her friend. She inches closer to me as the game comes to an end. Ted and I won, through little help from me. No one makes an effort to start another game, more interested in each other than another round.

I get up and head to the bathroom, confident she will follow me. It needs to be her choice. Forcing myself on women isn't necessary or something I'd ever willingly do.

Mere seconds after I close the door, it opens again. With shaking fingers she turns the lock on the door.

"Hi," she says, suddenly timid.

Words aren't necessary. They will only lead her to think our connection is more than physical. Instead, I only nod in response.

"Make me forget," she begs.

Staring at her, I can see I make her uncomfortable. She senses the danger and wants a taste of it. Her sense of self preservation needs work. Not my job to teach her though, not when she's offering me the distraction I need.

"What do you want?"

"I– I told you. Make me forget."

"How? Be specific," I command.

"I want you to fuck me," she blurts out. Her brown eyes go wide, surprised by the words coming out of her own mouth.

"On your knees," I command.

"But, I want–"

"You'll get what you came in here for, if you do as you're told."

She nods, gathers her confidence, and lowers to her knees. Her hair is the wrong color, but I also need to forget. Killing the spark that exists between Raven and I is necessary before it burns me alive.

Thoughts of Raven make my cock twitch, and I unbuckle my belt, seeking relief. Pulling myself free, I start to jerk myself off. She isn't doing it for me, but I can push past my apprehensions.

"Suck," I demand.

She wraps her glossed lips around the head and works me with a practiced technique Raven wouldn't have the first clue how to do. Closing my eyes, I let everything go except for the feeling of her tongue moving along my shaft, and the wet heat of her mouth as she expertly works me.

"Touch your pussy. Make sure you're wet for me."

Eagerly, she moves her hand under her short skirt and begins to rub her clit. She's getting into this, and moans around my dick. The vibration is all I need to be able to move forward.

Tugging at her hair I pull her off of me, and she frowns. "Take your panties off, and hold on to the sink."

She rushes to follow my command, and watches me pull a condom out of my pocket and tear open the package.

"Face forward." Once she's no longer looking at me I cover myself and grab her hips.

"I'm Je–"

"I don't need your name." Her frown is back, but she should know this isn't a romantic hook-up. "You want to fuck, we'll fuck, but that's all this is."

When she nods, I thrust inside of her. I'm not gentle, but she seems to like the way she's being treated. This girl needs a lot of therapy, but her issues aren't my problem.

The room fills with her grunts as I slam into her over and over again. For a moment there's no other thoughts swirling in my head. Nothing exists beyond her moaning, and the tension collecting at the base of my spine.

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