Page 10 of The Hallows Queen

I don’t know how much time passes, as I’ve just been sitting here staring at the people on the dance floor. No one has caught enough of my attention to pull me out of my haze, so I leave my empty bottle on the table and make my way out to dance.

I can barely make out the words in the songs playing through the buzzing in my mind, and my limbs move slowly even when I try to get them to speed up to the beat. It isn’t until someone’s hands curl around my waist that I even notice I’m in the center of the club surrounded by people. When I turn to look over my shoulder to find the owner of the fingers that are squeezing my t-shirt, I find a decent looking guy grinding behind me. I can’t feel him, my entire body is numb and warm, but I do my best to keep dancing with him.

My dick fills with blood when his fingers slide to the waistband of my jeans and curl into the belt loops, so I drop my head back against his shoulder and close my eyes to rub against him hard enough that I feel something.

Fuck, I need to come so bad.

After a minute, I turn and look into deep brown eyes that study me fiercely. I grin, not wanting to waste any time, and lean forward to capture his lips with mine.

His hands tug me closer by my belt loops, and I roll my hips against his to show him how hard I am under my zipper.

When one of his hands releases my jeans and slides up and down the bulge in my pants, I almost come right there.

Growling, I pull back from his mouth. “C’mon.”

I yank him behind me, curling my hand in his t-shirt to make sure he follows me. I head for the storage room at the back of the club that’s always empty – my home away from home. I flip the lights on, and once we’re both inside, I slam the door behind us. Walking across the small space, I find my seat on a stack of cases of beer in the corner. Taking him in, he’s kind of scrawny, but he’s got a nice face. His hair is shaved down at the sides, and his eyes turn feral when I unbutton my jeans.

I lift my hips, sliding my pants and boxers down to my knees before I sit back down.

“Come here.” I grab the base of my cock with one hand, using the other to beckon him closer. “Get on your knees.”

He walks toward me slowly. “What’s your name?”

Pulling my hand up my shaft, I blink at him. “Did you come here for my name, or my cock?”

I pump my fist slowly, looking down at the angry head of my dick that’s already leaking, then I look back up at him in time to see him drop to his knees before me.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to take the whole thing,” he groans, but before he can say anything else to waste my time, I press the head of my cock against his lips and paint them with precum.

“Open up.”

He spreads his lips, letting me slide onto his tongue until he gags.

I put my hand on the back of his head, stroking his soft brown hair. “There you go, you can take it.”

He moans in the back of his throat, and I push in farther so I can feel the vibration against my dick. When he gags, my head falls back, my eyes dropping closed as waves of pleasure spread through me, making my balls pull up.

“Fuck, such a nice throat, you’re gonna make me come already,” I praise him, threading my fingers through his hair so I can control the movements of his head. I push and pull, fucking up into his throat hard and quick until his saliva is dripping down onto my lap.

I hear him choke, so I pull back to give him a second to breathe, but he slides back down almost immediately, his hand curling under my shaft to grab my balls. My spine burns as my orgasm speeds toward me, and when he hollows out his cheeks and suctions around my length, I moan loud and slam my hand against the wall behind me.

Grabbing his hair harder, I work his head the way I need to blow down his throat, but just as I’m about to come, I hear the door open. My eyes snap wide, finding a woman standing in the doorway with a curious grin pulling up her lips.

She’s fucking gorgeous, tall with long dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders and hanging over a perfect set of tits that are spilling over the top of her dress.

I slam the guy’s mouth down on my cock as I start spilling, my body taken over by pleasure as my head goes back. “Fuck!”

“Oh my god,” she says, her breath catching when she realizes I’m coming, so I drop my eyes open again to meet her gaze. Her green eyes stare back at me like she can’t look away, watching me grind and pump my cock into this guy’s throat while I come so hard I can’t stop moaning. She doesn’t back away, though. She doesn’t close the door, she just stands inside the frame and watches.

My eyes press closed once again as my climax peaks, and my entire body falls against the wall. “Jesus Christ.”

When my orgasm subsides, I pull from between the guy’s lips, letting cum dribble down his chin. I stroke my hand around his jaw. “Good job.”

He smiles, and I tuck my cock back into my pants before I stand up and sidestep him. Walking toward the woman in the doorway, I smooth my hands down the front of my shirt. “Do you mind?”

Her eyes narrow.“Do you?”

“Not at all.” I smile devilishly. “That’s why I didn’t cut my nut short.”

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