Hooked (TKO 2)

I’m sorry, Lance.

As much as I’d like to answer her sympathy text, I have no clue what to tell her. I’m hurt and pissed off. I wrap my hand tightly around the phone as if I’m trying to squeeze the life out of it. I can’t handle this crap right now. I thought I could, but I can’t.

I tried to give her my all, but it wasn’t enough. I just want to forget any of this ever happened, and return to my carefree life. I turn the phone off and stare at my reflection in the blank screen before setting it back on the counter. I can’t continue to feel sorry for myself. I’m going back to being the old Lance. I miss him. Shower—then Joe’s.

Chapter 8

My favorite song is playing at Joe’s. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I reach into my pocket for my phone but I quickly realize I left it in the bathroom at home. I make my way through the throngs of people until I reach the dance floor.

Some busty brunette immediately attaches herself to me and begins grinding against me. I didn’t even get a good look at her, but I’ll let her dance with me. Her hands roam over my body but she gets no interaction from me. My dick must be dead. N

ormally, it would be rock hard. In the past, I would have dragged her into the closet and had my way with her. Not anymore. That part of me seems to have died, too. Man, this fucking sucks.

Two songs later, and the sweat is beginning to pour down my face. I need a drink. I yell over the music that I’ll be right back. She attempts to give me her best pouty face, but it isn’t working on me and I probably won’t return as soon as she thinks. Three beers later, I’m feeling much better. I could sit here all night and drink. I have no commitments in the morning. I don’t have to be at Lou’s because I quit.

I’ve managed to steer clear of the brunette by staying at the bar but just as the bartender hands me my fourth beer, a voice startles me.

“Hey, sexy, you said you’d be right back.” She’s pouting again. The fogginess from the beer puts images in my head of those lush, plump lips wrapped around my dick. Well, so much for not being attracted to anyone tonight.

“I needed to cool down a little and drink a few.”

She reaches down to cup my dick. I have to admit I’m a little startled. She’s quite straightforward with what she wants. I think I may like this. “I can help warm you up and then cool you down,” she whispers.

My dick hardens against her hand. Even it knows I desperately need this release. After the night I’ve had, this is beginning to sound better and better in my head.

“What do you have in mind, babe?” I ask her.

She reaches for my hand. I chug the rest of the beer, and set it on the bar before placing my hand in hers. She takes my classic move, and begins leading me to the closet. For once, I didn’t have to put the moves on someone. This is sort of hot.

She opens the door leading us inside. Once we’re inside, she gives her lips a seductive lick as she saunters over to me. “I’m going to give you the best head you’ve ever had.”

She begins to unbutton my pants, and as they slide down, my cock springs free. Easy there, buddy. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock before slowly licking the tip. My body shudders at her touch, and she hasn’t even done anything yet. Her mouth opens wider as she begins to pull me in. Instinctively, I grab a fistful of her hair. She takes me deeper and deeper, sucking hard.

“Oh, God, right there babe. That’s fucking perfect.”

Hearing those words causes her to suck harder. I’m trying to hang on, but this feels too fucking amazing. Her mouth is bringing me closer and closer to the release I need. My balls tighten. I groan loudly as I come inside her mouth. She drinks up every drop until there’s nothing left. She rises and gives me a devilish grin.

“You liked that?” she asks.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast before in my life. I’m not through with you yet, baby.”

I push her up against the boxes that are behind her. I use one hand to steady her back as the other slowly travels up her thigh. She’s not wearing any panties. I find her clit and begin to gently massage it. She moans, tossing her head back. I get down on my knees and look up her skirt. Oh god, she waxes. I lick my lips as I replace my thumb with my tongue.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers. To tease her more, I flick her clit harder with my tongue before sucking. I thrust two fingers inside her while continuing to tease her clit. It doesn’t take long before her body begins convulsing. I move my mouth to taste her sweet juices.

“I have a condom if you’re game, babe,” I suggest. “I don’t want to wear you out, but shit, you are fucking perfect tonight.”

When she nods, I reach for my wallet. I grab the condom and rip the package with my teeth. She’s gazing at me with hooded eyes as I slide it on my rigid, hard cock.

Without warning, I slide into her swiftly. She yells out as I fill her pussy. “You like that? You like feeling all of this inside you?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Harder, please.”

I begin to thrust relentlessly into her. With each thrust, she screams out in ecstasy. The loud noises of the bar mask her cries. She clenches my back, her nails clawing at me. I close my eyes as she moans. An image comes to mind, but I shove Hilary away as I come.

I slowly pull out of her and extend my hand to help her stand. Her legs are shaky as she adjusts her skirt. I carefully remove the condom and toss it into a trashcan filled with broken down boxes.

“That was amazing,” I tell her as I pull my pants back on and unlock the door.