Settling for shoving my cap back on my head, I glare at him. “I’m glad you told me about Luke.” His eyes narrow. “Perhaps I’ll tap one of the groupies tonight. Been a while.”
Before he can say anything, I slam out of the room and ignore the angry shouts coming from the door behind me. He said his bit and I’m done listening to him.
Callie is a thorn in my side. Since I’ve been with her I haven’t been with anyone else. I’ve tried, but she’s under my skin and I need her out. I’m not good enough for her; that’s
what it basically comes down to, and it’s killing me.
Looking around as I’m walking toward the back exit, I spot the same chick who was trying to get my attention when we first arrived. Changing direction, I walk towards her with purpose and see her frown change into a grin splitting her face. She’s okay in the look’s department, with dark hair and she is wearing the shortest dress in history. One wrong move and she’ll be showing her ass among other things. That fact doesn’t bother me because all I want is to have her on her knees while she sucks me off.
I’m a bastard, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to get off if I see her face. She isn’t Callie. Fuck! I need her once and for all out of my head. She’s driving me fuckshit crazy.
“Hey gorgeous. Want to join me?” I ask, ignoring what’s going on around me before I lose the balls to carry through with this chick.
Pushing out her chest, she replies, “What do you think?”
She closes the distance between us in what must be her version of seductive – her back arching slightly to give me a better view of her ample cleavage. She rubs her tits against my chest while caressing over my abs with the fake nails of her one hand. I capture her hand before she reaches my jeans. The words whisper through my head in warning. She’s not Callie.
Oh, what the fuck. I take hold of her head, sealing our lips together. Her tongue seeks entrance into my mouth and I open up. Her hands are all over me while she rubs against me. Her nipples are digging into my chest as her one leg slides up my thigh to wrap around me. I’d have to be a eunuch to not get a reaction in my jeans.
Reaching out to steady her, my hands land on her ass, which I squeeze and pull her tighter against me.
Hearing a gasp that cuts through the foreplay I’m enjoying, I freeze. Pulling my mouth away from the chicks, I glance over my shoulder where the sound came from and see Callie standing not too far away with tears in her eyes.
It’s for the best – fuck!
I let the chicks leg drop to the floor with my heart threatening to beat out of my chest and taking her hand, lead her into the closest room – a store cupboard.
Don’t look back – don’t look back.
Shoving the chick inside, I let the door slam shut behind me, but not before I see the hurt in Callie’s eyes.
I lean against the door, and bending over, rest my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath because I feel as though I’ve been kicked in the guts. I shouldn’t feel like this. Fuck, I’m the one who put that look on her face. It’s for the best, she deserves someone better than me, but it hurts like a motherfucker.
“What’s wrong with you? Was that you’re girlfriend?” She moves closer to me.
I shake my head. “No. I’m fine.”
Dropping to her knees in front of me, she strokes my cock through my jeans. My traitorous dick responds, hardening. It’s been too long since I had a woman’s hands on me. Straightening, I rest my head against the door. I shut my eyes as she unzips me letting my desperate cock burst free and straight into her mouth. Oh fuck.
Behind my eyes, I pretend it’s Callie on her knees. I pretend it’s her wet mouth sucking and licking my dick. Her hot little mouth feels good on me. She flicks my piercing at the tip on her upward motion, which brings me closer to my release. I remember lying on the bed in her room in Alabama with her kneeling between my thighs, my cock in her curious hands as she played with the piercing having never seen a pierced cock before.
Feeling myself slide to the back of Callie’s throat, I feel the fire ready to explode in my balls as they pull close to my body. She swallows around the head of my dick causing me to shoot my load into her mouth while she continues sucking me off.
I stay against the door trying to catch my breath.
“That was hot.”
My eyes fly open as I look down at the strange woman at my feet. It’s not Callie. What the fuck have I done?
Then it comes rushing back at me. Callie’s face when she caught me with my tongue down someone else’s throat. How would I have felt witnessing Callie with her tongue down someone else’s throat? Dammit, I’d have punched the nameless fucker out.
Shoving my junk back inside my jeans, I say to no one in particular, “I need a shot.” Pushing away from the door, I grab a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and take a large swallow. Wanting to get the image of Callie, and what I’ve just done out of my fuckin’ head.
“Can I stay backstage and watch you perform.”
I turn my gaze back to her and see the smirk on her face. No shred of doubt on it because she’s just ‘performed.’
“Maybe. Go back to your friends. I’ll look for you later.”