Then again, he should’ve been sober enough to enjoy such a lovely prize. A helluva good time should’ve been had. Instead, somebody else would soon enjoy his birthday present, a gift that would keep on giving until the wee hours of a drawn-out morning.
* * * *
Blaez tucked his hands behind his neck and watched Eva’s head bounce over his cock. “That’s good. Right there, babe. Ah yeah. You’re doing a real fine job, sugar.”
Marcus, a Bold and Free brother from another chapter, hurriedly rummaged through the dresser looking for condoms. Blaez should’ve told him to take his time. Instead, he taunted him and said, “You’d best hurry if you want some of this.”
“We got all night, man,” Marcus muttered. He opened and slammed drawers.
“Says you.” As far as Blaez was concerned, Eva was the first broad in a short line of many. There were over a hundred women there for Kurt’s birthday party. Blaez typically kept his conquests to five or less and he never fucked more than one in the same week, but he still liked to flirt and carry on. An Alpha tracker had certain responsibilities and mingling with the babes kept future companion options open.
Blaez shut his eyes and enjoyed the tight squeeze from Eva’s giving mouth. She closed around his cock and slurped like crazy. “Ah yeah. There we go. Suck, sugar. Just like that.”
Mercy hell, he could blow if she’d speed things up a bit. She tightened her lips around his dick and clumsily fluttered her tongue along the shaft.
“Come on, babe. You can do a little better than that.”
Marcus located the box of rubbers and fumbled with the package’s safety seal. “Greedy son of a bitch, are ya?”
“You know it.” Blaez threw his head back. “Make me come, sugar.”
Eva paused at Blaez’s tip and doused his pulsing head with a series of pecks.
What the hell’s she doing now?
“What’s your hurry?” She fluttered those false eyelashes.
“You aren’t here to spend time with us,” Blaez reminded her. The broads weren’t paid to fuck around with club members. They were on their knees or on their backs because they enjoyed sex and servicing the club was part of the tradeoff for room and board.
“Kurt seemed to think I was paid.” She continued to shower his prick with wet kisses.
Blaez would soon tire of this sort of dull foreplay.
“Sweetie, tonight Kurt would’ve believed you were his blushing bride if you’d told him as much,” Marcus said.
“He’s right,” Blaez agreed, guiding her back to his cock. “Regardless of why you’re here now, you were supposed to be in Kurt’s bed tonight.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.” Her demeanor changed as she lowered her head over his rigid cock again. Her tongue whipped around his shaft and she pulled him between her cheeks with a much firmer suction. Apparently he’d pissed her off. He didn’t doubt it a bit when those sharp teeth raked against his shaft and she took him from pleasure’s door straight to hell’s gates.
“Damn it!” He bolted forward and grabbed a handful of the vixen’s hair, yanking her off his cock. “What the ever lovin’ hell are you doing?”
Pain blasted through his rod as he bit back outright rage. “Show some fucking mercy!”
Marcus snickered. “What was it you said about schooling the new broad?”
“Shut up, Marcus,” Blaez grumbled, gauging Eva’s expression. Had she deliberately tried to injure him?
She appeared dumbfounded and far too innocent. A genuine look of concern washed across her face and her eyes flooded with tears. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You almost bit it off, apparently,” Marcus told her.
Good thing, too. Blaez couldn’t utter much more than a painful groan.
Blaez shot Marcus a sideways glance. They had a rule between them. They didn’t share women unless they were in their late twenties.
Vince Daniels, Atlanta’s Bold and Free VP, had developed a nasty little habit. He’d started recruiting the younger gals.
The closer Daniels inched toward his thirtieth birthday, the younger the broads. The one staring back at him was inevitably closer to twenty-one than twenty-nine and probably less experienced than any other woman at the club.