Page 5 of Dirty Rock

“You have my word, Jules,Christ!”

Julia’s delicate little shoulders sagged beneath her black, tailored blazer.

“Now can I go find someone to suck my bellend?”

Her nose curled instantly. “What is it like living with your mind?”

“Beyond wonderful.”

“Behave yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

Julia tapped the back of her hand against my chest. “Try harder.” She walked away, moving on to her next victim, and I watched her go with a smirk on my face. When I turned to face forward again, I was instantly greeted by two petite beauties. One blonde. One brunette. Both with the same look in their eyes: excited desperation.

Who needed love?

Fucking marriage…

Who needed anything but quick relief with no ties?

“You ladies here for me?” I pressed my hands to my chest as I looked between the two of them.

The blonde blushed, and the brunette wiggled her arse around, giggling as she eyed me.I hated those fake giggles, but she was attractive enough to be forgiven for playing dumb when she probably didn’t need to.

Holding my arms out, I glanced between the two as they latched on. “My kind of girls. I’m fucking starving. Either of you beauties got anything tasty I can feast on?”

Chapter Two

Istared at myself standing in front of the mirror of my hotel suite. Nothing more than a single lamp at the far end of the room illuminated me with an orange glow. I was all shadows and blurred lines, the blood in my veins on fire as I swayed and tried to widen my eyes to get a clearer view. All I saw was that my blue-grey eyes were fucked. My brain was struggling, undecided as to whether it wanted to stay in a sharp, clear reality, or let me sink into the fuzzy cloud of intoxication.

Intoxication was always easier. Nothing could hurt me there.

“Is that nice, baby?” the girl sucking my dick asked, her voice making my eyes scrunch together before I opened them to look down on her.

There wasn’t a more beautiful sight. Her head was an outline, the features hazy as I tried to focus… and failed miserably. She trailed her tongue up my hard shaft, and I pulsed against her lips, leaning into her mouth as my sleepy smirk rose.

“Do you like that?” she whispered around me.

“Shh,” was my only response as I closed my eyes.

The blonde ran a sharp nail up my exposed thigh, sending a subtle shiver down my spine. My jeans were wrapped around my ankles, and when I looked back into the mirror, I saw myself a little clearer. My black, short-sleeve shirt was open, exposing my chest and stomach, and all the tattooed skin there was gleaming with sweat as the alcohol pushed its way out of my body.

I saw the black ink I’d chosen to mark my success. The music notes. The lyrics. The guitar. The gothic castle on my forearm I once swore I’d own. I was lost in all my untold stories as the woman in front of me had her arse to the mirror, her thick, exposed cheeks pressing against the heels of her feet as her head bobbed back and forth.

A pair of arms curled around my neck from behind, and while the girl on her knees blew me off, the woman pressing her naked tits to my back was trying to blow my mind as she whispered sweet little fantasies in my ear.

“You’re incredible, Rhett,” she breathed against my skin. Her nails trailed down my biceps. “So strong. So perfect. Sobad.”

“Whatever, baby,” I whispered back, as the blonde’s wet tongue made the electricity pulse in my veins.

Time went on, the pressure building until it grew like a ball of fire at the base of my dick, and I came. Hard.

Wrapping my thumb and finger around the base of my shaft, I stroked it carefully, my lips parted as I emptied out into the beautiful stranger’s mouth and rode off the high of my orgasm.

I let my eyes flutter open and I glanced down at the blonde who was licking her lips and staring up at me. Twisting my fingers in her hair, I tilted her head back and held her there as I let myself slowly float down from the high.

“What do you want now?” I asked her quietly.

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