Page 10 of Riot

Me:

Boys, not men, being the operative word

Kitten:

See you later, got to run ??

I stare at that kissing emoji and I know I’m gonna have to go upstairs to my room at the clubhouse and use that damn thing. I can’t wait until tonight.

I also feel the tightening in my chest when I think about what it would be like to hold her in my arms. Not that I’ve actually slept through the night with a woman. I have night terrors on and off, so having a woman in my bed isn’t an option. Not unless I want to scare them to death.

It stems from my childhood trauma, and according to my therapist when I was a teenager, my anger issues.

When I take the stairs two by two, I’m giddy. I want her to talk dirty to me, to talk me through it, but I can’t exactly do that. So I get the next best thing; I bring up the photo of us together on my phone that Kyle took in Mississippi, enlarge it so I cut myself out, and prop it up on my pillows. I drop my pants, kick my boots off and shove my t-shirt over my head. Laying down on the bed, I reach for the lube. I soak my cock, eager to test this stupid fuckin’ thing. I’ve never used one before, and though I know Nevada meant it as a joke — like the asshole he is — he has no idea how handy this little contraption is going to be now that I’m not fucking any other women. Not even Halo, but I want that to change. When she’s ready. It feels wrong to fuck another woman when all I’d be doing is using their body, and imagining it was hers. Her face. Her mouth. Her moans. Her everything.

I grip my dick, my palm squeezing as I let out a groan. I’m so damn hard just from her stupid fuckin’ emoji. Kill me now.

I look at her pretty face, smiling at me through the camera. I imagine she’s before me, spreading her pretty legs so I can bury myself in that tight little pussy. I take the wand out of the case and hold it in my other palm. I could roll on my back, but it’d be hard to see her face on my phone. I don’t have time to fuck around when my party is starting downstairs. I position my dick at the tip of the opening. It’s firm silicone on the outside, but soft on the inside as I slowly slide my dick inside. The fleshlight grips my dick and my eyes roll into the back of my head.Fuck, yeah.

“That’s it, baby. Take my dick in this little pussy like a good girl.” I don’t give a shit I’m talking to my hand. I slide in farther and then back out. Rising to my knees, I grip the headboard with one hand and begin to move. It feels fucking good.

Jesus, the suction on this damn thing is fuckin’ A plus. Glad I lubed up, I keep thrusting as I work the thing up and down mydick. It grips me like a vice and I know I’m gonna come quickly; that’s it’s job.

“Kitten,” I groan. “Oh, baby.Fuck…”

I envision her tits jiggling on every thrust. I’d take one in my hand and pinch her nipple hard, making her moan like my own little whore.Jesus.Then I’d flip her over and enter her from behind while she hangs onto the headboard. Plowing my dick in and out of her wet, slick pussy as we moan and groan together. What I’d give for a taste. What I’d give for one chance… And then, in all of about two minutes, I’m coming inside it. My eyes squeeze closed, my body tensing as my dick spurts inside the fleshlight for what feels like an eternity. Her pussy gripping me is what keeps me going, and when I’m finally spent, I roll onto my back and put an arm over my eyes.

Man, that was intense. So fuckin’ good. Okay, I know I have to clean this stupid thing which doesn’t look like it’s gonna be fun, but it was worth it.

I hear a bang on my door and I jump.

“Hey, dick cheese? You in there?” Bronco yells through the door.

“Yeah, in the can.”

“Get the fuck downstairs. Not much of a birthday party if you’re not gonna show.”

“Said I’m comin’.”

He mutters something and I hear his footsteps stomping back down the stairs.

I sigh.

Nobody has to know about this. Just me and my new favorite toy. One that I want to fuck in front of her while I eat her pussy out. Jesus. I pull the thing off before I get hard again and head to the bathroom.

There is one consolation in all of this; I won’t have blue balls tonight when I see my kitten.

A hard thump on my back has me almost choking on my beer. I look over my shoulder, and then I hear, “Happy birthday, noodle dick.” Nevada sees the beer and adds, “Don’t tell me she stood you up?”

Figuring she’s not with him and Star, I’m now second guessing myself. She can’t be tied up with work because Star’s here, and they work together.

I give him a cocky, self-assured smile. “With a face like this?”

Star laughs and Nevada just side eyes me like he wasn’t the resident fuck boy not so long ago.

Not that anyone’s taking over that job, half the men in the club now have been snagged, not that that’s a bad thing. Especially where Cash is concerned. He's a lot calmer now that he’s with Deanna, even if she is his best friend's daughter. That went down a real treat when Hutch, the Prez of the Bracken Ridge Rebels chapter in Arizona, found out. But they worked it out, and now Cash and Deanna have a kid together: Caprice, a sweet little thing.

“God help us,” Nevada mutters.

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