Page 6 of The Biker's Red Christmas

"Why are you here alone?" A stripper wearing a pink and green outfit stops right in front of my path. There are little presents embroidered on the fabric, and it reminds me that Christmas is only a month away.

Great...

I'm not looking forward to it at all.

Christmas time, people act like fucking idiots. They're nice to people they don't want anything to do with and phony just in case it means they are going to get extra presents. I never understood why people were so drawn to the holiday.

I focus on the girl in front of me. She's pretty—long dark hair, ample hips, and a great rack. Usually, exactly what I go for, but just the thought of fucking her right now is making my stomach turn. I'm still thinking about Sienna even though she's no longer an option. I need to get her out of my head. Maybe this one is just what I need to do that.

All the game and small talk I had walked out of the room the minute Sienna walked out the door. Now it's time for me to be blunt.

"You trying to fuck?" I lean down and ask the woman standing in front of me. Her smile fades slightly, but she doesn't let it fall completely.

"With you, of course, baby," she purrs and places her hand on my chest. That's all the affirmation I need. I place a hand on the small of her back and start making my way to the back where my room is. Every step I take, I feel my hard-on getting softer and softer. This isn't going to work. My eyes scan the crowd, and I see another woman staring me down. I guess it's true what people say: women always want what they can't have.

Maybe two is better than one. Spike likes to share, so maybe that's what I need too. I put up my hand and gesture for the woman staring at me to come in my direction. She barely gets her drink down on the table next to her before she's rushing toward me.

"You two want to play together?" I ask as she approaches, looking between her and the other woman I've already locked in. They look at each other for a second before they shrug and nod. A threesome. I've had them before; it's never been a problem for me to perform.

I grab the new woman's hand and finally make it to my bedroom. The second we get there, they are all over me.

"God, you're so hot, Lash," the original girl whispers as she runs her hands up and over my arms.

I know she's lying. I'm not what most people would call sexy. I'm too scarred up, too beat to shit for anyone to think I'm handsome. Not that I care. What bothers me is more simple than that. It's this woman's voice. I don't want to hear her talking. Every word that comes out of her mouth is like a wave of cold water over my body.

"Shut up. The both of you strip. Make it hot," I order them before I drop myself into the one chair I have in the room. It's obvious these two have worked together in the past. They fall seamlessly into a routine, both of them stripping the clothes off each other.

It's impressive. I actually feel a bit of my desire surging back when I watch one of them use her teeth to get the other girl's panties off. That's as far as it goes, though. After a few minutes, the both of them are standing there in front of me naked, waiting for me to either give them the next order or to make a move of my own.

Instead of being focused on the beautiful women in front of me, all I can think about is the one that walked out: Sienna.

"Both of you get on the bed," I order them, and they quickly scramble onto my bed. It's obvious that fucking them isn't going to happen tonight, but I need to do something to get this monkey off my back. I'm horny and pent up; maybe I'll feel better after I let one off.

"You, taste her. Make her come hard too," I order the newest recruit, and she gets right to work. The sounds echoing in my room rival any porno I've ever seen. It's sexy and probably every man's dream.

I reach down to unbuckle my pants and pull myself out. I don't even bother getting all the way undressed. I don't need to for what I'm about to do. The two girls go to town on each other, every once in a while begging me to come and join them. Instead, I keep my seat and slowly slide my hand up and down on my shaft. I'm only semi-erect, so getting off takes longer than I'd like. Both of the women have come thanks to the other. As weak as it is, that means my job is done.

"Both of you, on your knees now," I growl and stand up from my seat.

The two of them rush to get on the ground in front of me. I look down to see both of them smiling up at me like I have the best gift in the world waiting for them. I know it's nothing but a facade. Nothing about either of these two women is real. Nothing genuine. Not like the anger Sienna showed me earlier. She was really pissed off at me. I love that shit.

"Open your mouths, show me your tongue," I growl as I spread my feet wide, giving me a steady base as I continue to stroke myself. I feel myself getting to the edge, but no matter which one of them I look at, it's not enough to push me over. It's not enough because it’s not the right person. They stick their tongues out, and I let my eyes drift shut. Instantly, images of Sienna flood my mind, and it's like an electric shock in my body. My lower back twinges as the cloudburst that is my orgasm builds inside of me.

"Shit." I groan and speed up my hand. This is bad. I never get hung up on a woman. Never.

I don't even have time to warn the two women kneeling at my feet before I spray their faces and chests with my cum. Rope after thick rope hits them, and I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from saying Sienna's name. I'm not going to disrespect these two like that. What I have going on in my head is for me and me alone.

"Yum, baby. You've got more for us," one of them speaks, and it breaks through the haze of my post-orgasm bliss. I don't want them in here. I'm tired and just want to get some rest.

"Go back to the party," I order and hitch my thumb over my shoulder while I use my free hand to shove my dick back in my pants and pull them up.

"What? I thought you said you wanted to..."

"I know what I said, but I'm not in the mood. You've got all I'm giving today. Don't worry; there are plenty of men here willing to pound you through a wall. If you hurry, you won't have to wait very long." I walk by the two of them and yank the sheets off my bed. I don't want to be rolling around in whatever perfume these two have doused on their bodies. I hear both of them grumbling about something in the background, but I'm not interested enough to ask them what's on their minds. When I hear the door open and close, I drop down onto my freshly stripped bed and force my brain to shut off. At least I try to get it to shut off. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

I replay the altercation with Sienna over and over until she's all I can think about, and I feel my cock getting hard again just thinking about her smart mouth.

The party is still raging outside my door by the time my eyelids get so heavy I can't keep them open anymore. Tomorrow things will be better. I won't be thinking about the one that got away, and I can move on with my life. Tomorrow.

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