Page 27 of Riot

I watch the red lights on the back of the car for a moment before I limp into the clubhouse, broken and battered.

The music is loud, the bass vibrating through the floors. Half-naked girls are curled in the lap of any available brother, and the stench of pussy hangs in the air.

Disgust curls in my stomach, and I keep to the walls, out of sight and out of reach.

I don’t relax until I’m in my room with the door closed behind me.

Slowly, I strip off my clothes, each movement sending breath-stealing shards of agony through me.

Sweat beads on my forehead, coating my neck as I toss my jeans onto the floor and hobble into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and step under the spray when it’s hot enough. The water rolls down my shoulders, and it’s blood-tinged when it hits the tray.

I’ve never feared pain. It makes me feel alive, like everything is brighter and bolder. After a fight, I usually wanna get lost in faceless pussy, but not this time.

Not when all I can think about is Ivy.

So, I let my fingers trail over my shaft, and my cock twitches at the touch.

I push through my pain, push through my whirling thoughts, push through my shame of wanting a girl who deserves better, and I twist my hand around my length.

Fuck.My breath tears out of me, my ribs like a band of steel crushing my lungs while I work myself over.

Every movement is pleasure mixed with the pain from my injuries. I lean a hand against the tiles in front of me, my legs wobbling as I squeeze my eyes closed.

It feels incredible, and I increase the pressure until lights flash behind my lids.

I imagine my fist is a tight cunt, that it’s choking my cock as my hand moves a little quicker.

Slick heat and glistening wetness are so clear in my thoughts that I swear I can smell it.

Without warning, dark blonde hair and blue eyes shimmer through my thoughts, and Ivy’s face is all I see.

What the fuck…

Without warning, my balls contract so hard, I let out a strangled yelp and almost slip on the wet shower tray.

I grapple for anything and find my feet as my release sprays over the back of my hand, splashing on the tile in front of me. The sound of my laboured breaths is drowned out by the water pelting down.

What the fuck just happened?

The tightness in my chest is no longer because I’m out of breath.

It was Ivy’s face.

I just wanked to Ivy… and came harder than I ever have in my entire life.

This feels depraved, even by my usually low standards.

Maybe I’m concussed.

I lean my forehead against the cold tile, letting it soothe the ache building in my temples. I’ve always known I was a lowlife piece of shit, but what I just did was ninth circle of hell wrong.

And yet…

And yet…

Is it? I want to protect her, to keep her safe. I spend so much time at her place, not out of duty to my brother or Maylie, but because I like hanging out with her.

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