Chapter Seven

The one thing I love about living in California, aside from the warm weather, is that no matter where you go, you will always find something new. Sometimes it’s a new eatery, a new bookstore, or maybe just a new spot to sit and ponder.

When I first arrived here, I had stumbled upon this place when I managed to get lost heading to a meeting. The meeting was being held at my boss’ house—a mansion in Bel Air worth a hell of a lot of money. I remember pulling the car aside trying to google my location with barely any service, and frustrated at the time, I went to throw my damn cell into the bush when I noticed the view in front of me.

It was a farm, nestled behind a hoard of trees. There were beautiful horses grazing throughout the wide space. Their stunning manes glistened in the morning sunshine. It was picturesque, tucked away in a hidden part of the hills. I sat there mesmerized by how they interacted with each other. I’m not a huge animal lover, but for the first time in my life, I was so captivated by the beauty of the creatures that before I knew it, I had been sitting there for over an hour watching them—and was ridiculously late for my meeting.

I have been back there twice at my lowest moments, and I know the urge to visit is calling me now. I look at my watch seeing it’s already after five. I’ve been aimlessly wandering the streets for hours without any destination in mind. It’s too late to head out there now, so instead, I find myself a quiet little café.

Then, the familiar feeling of loneliness consumes me at this vulnerable moment. The feeling of being alone, of being unloved, knowing there isn’t anybody out there thinking about you right now. No one to open the door when you arrive home, jump into your arms, tell you how much they’ve missed you.

No one to look into your eyes and feel their gaze penetrating every part of your soul.

I close my eyes. Pools of brown eyes watch me. Call me. Beg me to save them.

I miss her so much my chest aches.

Chelsea… Charlie… Chelsea… Charlie.

You fucking piece of worthless shit, you don’t know what you want.

How the fuck can you fight the fire when you don’t know who’s igniting the flame?

The weakness. I can’t be alone with my thoughts right now, so I haul ass back home. In a desperate act, I reach out to the two closest people who could possibly save me from myself right now—Tristan and Eric.

It has come to this.

Tristan and Eric aren’t my saviors tonight. Tristan said Claudia isn’t feeling well, and he also feels ill from something he ate at dinner, and so he isn’t up for anything. Eric says he’s busy, and I’m not going to ask questions. I figure it has something to do with Charlie, hence, why he’s so vague. Either that or he’s doing something illegal, in which case, I still refuse to ask questions.

All I know is that I need physical contact with another human being. I yearn to feel the desire from a woman, and in other words, get laid—pronto.

Alone at a bar on the corner of pathetic and worthless streets, I find myself a stool and make acquaintances with my long-lost friend, Johnny Walker.

The place is busy, people cramming themselves in. The music blares loudly but is muffled by the drunken chatter. There’s a section in the corner where people dance, and the lights are dim. I search the room looking for something nice to take home. I don’t give a fuck if Tristan’s home, my dick has its own agenda and needs a fucking release.

As I watch the dance floor, the music changes, and the dancing slows. A woman wearing the tightest hot pink dress is playfully staring at me, licking her lips and pretending to suck the tip of her bottle. Okay, so I’m fairly certain she’s all show but gives poor head. Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess. I’m about to walk toward her when her boyfriend grabs her arm and pulls her in a different direction.

Damn, back to square one.

After my fifth scotch, the music makes me happy. Everyone looks like they could be my best friend, including the blonde who eye-fucked me from the dance floor. I make my way over to her and immerse myself in the tight crowd. I’m not shy—let’s get this shit over and done with. I place my hand on her hip and pull her into me. She makes a slight squeal but laughs it off as she runs her hands along my chest.

I lean down to her ear to inhale her cheap perfume. Who cares that it’s cheap? Just get fucking laid already.

“I need your name if you want me to scream it out while I’m fucking this pretty little ass of yours.”

She lets out a sigh and rubs herself against my throbbing cock.

Green light.

“My name is Tori, and I need your name if you want me to moan it while I’m sucking on your cock.”

I press my body against hers. I can smell the moisture between her legs. She’s fucking wet as hell.

My tongue is just shy of her ear. “Julian, and we should get out of here, now.”

Tori continues to rub herself against my cock, my jeans constraining the poor fella as he can barely breathe, suffocating behind all the fabric. Why is she delaying?

“I’ll tell you what, Julian… how ‘bout we have some fun?”

Oh great.

The last time a woman said this to me, she wanted to fuck while we took Ecstasy. Sure, the sex was off the fucking charts, but I’m trying to stay clean. I think it’s time to pull the plug on Tori.

“Don’t look so frightened, handsome.” She turns me and wraps her hands around my waist. “You see that blonde by the bar? The one with the short white dress?”

Big fucking tits—yes, of course, I see her.

“Well, how about she joins us? You know, make this more… let’s say… dirty.”

Jackpot.

She pulls my hand toward the exit and nods to the other girl to follow us. Outside the bar, I push Tori against the wall, crushing my lips on hers. Yeah, I am fucking desperate.

Her taste is sweet like passion fruit flavor or something. Who the fuck knows? My dick is leading the charge here. She pulls away only briefly to hold my hand and lead me around the corner to a hotel. We enter the lobby and wait for the elevator. Once inside, I push her against the wall, this time sliding my hands up her dress to cup her ass. She moans into my mouth, but we’re briefly interrupted when the doors ping open. We stumble to her room. Inside, there’s no waiting. She unbuttons my shirt and runs her hands down my chest, carefully moving them along my abs.

My belt buckle echoes through the room as the metal hits the floor along with my jeans. Tori positions herself on her knees, caressing my cock through my boxers. Goddamn, the pre-cum is oozing out. Fucking suck it already.

I flinch as she pulls them down, and I’m bare, waiting, ready, needing her lips to wrap around it, wanting to feel my tip touch the back of her throat, wanting her muscles to choke as she takes me all in. This delayed gratification bullshit is normally hot, but I need a release and I need it now.

Her tongue gracefully circles the head of my cock, spreading myself all over her lips. I place my hand on her head and wrap her ponytail around my hand, forcefully pulling her in. I jerk as I feel her throat enclose on my cock, causing her to gag. I let out a moan and repeat the action until I hear the click of the door.

I close my eyes and wait for her touch. What was her name again? Jesus, who gives a fuck.

The warmth of her body presses against my back, her nipples erect as I feel them protrude through her dress and against my skin. She runs her hands along my torso from behind, making her way down to Tori’s face where she places her hands on her cheeks gently before directing her head to take me in deeper.

My body reacts instantly. The familiar pressure is rising. Self-control, Julian. C’mon, you’ve done this a thousand times with women hotter than this.

Don’t. Fucking. Go. There.

Okay, clear train of thought.

There are two women here, so let’s have some fun because God knows I deserve it.

Big tits moves toward my front until her face is in line with mine. I crash my lips onto hers, her kisses frenzied, and her moans loud. She’s begging me to suck on these beautiful tits of hers. I don’t break the kiss. My fingers trail her body until they’re dancing around her bra. With one swift move, my hands are tweaking her nipples, squeezing her tits, barely able to caress them in my hands.

They are fucking huge.

I lean my head down, ripping the dress, exposing her tits. My tongue rolls around her erect nipples, tugging them as she demands I bite them harder. I continue doing so until a warm breath engulfs me, and Tori is by my side taking her in as well. I tilt my head to the left, shoving my tongue into Tori’s mouth, wanting to taste it all.

Her eyes lock onto mine, and that desire, the raw sexual appetite, consumes us in that one gaze.

She wants to taste her wet arousal.

And I want to taste her as well.

Like hungry lions fighting for their prey, we both take her to the bed and lay her spread wide, ready to devour every inch.

And just like in the wild, I take her first, tasting every part of her. Pushing her to command I fuck her instantly, but I don’t. I stop and back away.

Tori makes her move, and I witness what I came for.

The scene is paralyzing any rational thoughts I have. My mind is clouded, my body is reacting in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. The volcano of pressure is building from within, and I tense, trying to divert the spasms threatening to consume me. Instead, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

Upon opening my eyes, I have control again.

But watching Tori gliding her tongue along her clit is enough to bring back the feeling.

In the blink of an eye, I’m protected and ready to take this one home.

I slam into her with force, her yelp is more of a cry as I push down deeper. Her walls are caving, and I feel the sensation surround my throbbing cock. I pull out, her desperate pleas begging me to enter her.

But I don’t.

Instead, I tell her to lie the fuck down because this time, it’s her turn to be the prey.

And goddammit, I’m going to hunt her down until every single fantasy of mine is satisfied.

We have all night.

And these two ladies are ready to play.