Page 7 of Unholy

“No fucking way.”

“Oh yeah. Her dad is big time into that shit.”

“And you’re the unholy one,” he adds, causing me to laugh once more.

“Something like that.” I sit back and pass a joint around as the music keeps playing. Eventually, we order some drinks andthe night truly gets going. The only time I truly feel free of my demons is when I’m drunk and high. I know a lot of people use that as an excuse, but not me. It’s the truth.

I tip my head back when I feel hands on my thighs, and when I lift my head and look down, I see Amber on her knees between my legs.

“Long time no suck,” she says as she smiles up at me.

“By all means.” I motion to my hardening cock. She licks her lips and unzips my jeans, and I lift to help her get them down. Then she’s licking the tip of my cock before sucking it down her throat.

Amber and I have a strange relationship, if that’s what you’d even call it. We fuck around but with no strings attached. I guess it’s that friends with benefits shit people are always talking about. For me? She’s a fuck when I need it. Like now. Because all I can think about is those light brown fucking eyes and those pouty lips.

I groan as Ash’s face flashes in my head. My doc is going to have a fun time with this one. You see, I become obsessed with things. Things I can’t control and I have a bad feeling Ash is going to be one of those things.

Amber keeps bobbing her head up and down, and I groan as she takes me deep into her throat. She reaches up and grabs my balls in her hand, and that’s about all I can deal with right now. I shoot my cum down the back of her throat, watching her as she gags to try and swallow it all. I almost feel bad for her, almost.

Instead, I keep fucking coming, and she keeps fucking taking. When she’s done, she pulls back and lifts her skirt.

“In a minute,” I tell her knowing she wants my cock inside her. She huffs out a breath and turns to walk away, and I let her. I don’t need her on me right this minute.

“You turned her down?”

“She just sucked my cock. She’ll be fine.” Andy laughs harder.

“You’re so fucked. So, what’s been up with you besides the move? Haven’t seen you around much,” Andy says.

“Been busy with work. You should see the fucking sculpture I’m working on now. The guy even gave me a fucking nude model to sculpt.”

“You’re shitting me?” I shake my head.

“Nope. She’s hot, too. Not my type, but still, she has a nice fucking body on her. This sculpture is going to come out great,” I tell him.

“They all do. In fact, my dad wants to talk to you about doing one for him.”

“Of what? Satan?” I chuckle.

“Probably some sick shit like that. You against it?” he asks, and I shake my head once more.

“Fuck no. I’d love to sculpt that. Just have him call me.” He nods his head, passes another joint around, and I grab it in my fingers.

“Shit,” Rod hisses from next to me. I turn my head to see what he’s pissed about when I see him. I start to shove out of my chair, but Rod shoves me back down.

“Let him come over here first, Tristan.”

“Fuck him. He shouldn’t even be here. Why is he here?” I ask, anger evident in my tone.

“I don’t know. He knows no one wants him around.” We watch as he fists bumps a few people before turning his gaze on us. I pass the joint off to Andy and crack my knuckles, ready for this fight.

The punk, Shane, starts toward us with a smile on his ugly face. When he’s close enough I stand and watch as he walks over.

“What do you want?”

“To party like everyone else.”

“This isn’t your place, Shane.”

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