Page 5 of Clear Your Mind

Before I can think better of it, I lean forward and lick the underside of his dick. His groan pulls me back to reality. I don’t know him; he doesn’t know me. I ask jokingly, “Do they make condoms to fit this thing?” I give him another slow lick.

“Top drawer.” He tosses his head toward the side table to the right. I pad over and open the drawer. He’s stocked with more than condoms, but I don’t think we’ll need any of those things.

Buddy slides up the bed and beckons me to join him. I love giving blow jobs and hate the taste of a condom. I really just want to swallow him down, so I make an uncharacteristic call and toss the condom on the bed and crawl between his legs. We can use it for the main event, but I’m going to risk it for the opening act. Once in position, I run my hands up his thighs to rest on the crease there and give his cock another playful lick.

“I hope this doesn’t bite me in the ass later, although I hope you will,” I say to myself before wrapping my lips around the pierced head and swallowing as much of him as I can. He shouts and his hips rocket off the bed. A smug smile crosses my stretched lips.

“Fuck, love. Your mouth is wicked,” he breathes brokenly. “It won’t, but I will.”

I hum a laugh when he answers my question.

“Fuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuu ckkkkk.” His pace increases and his hip motions are sporadic, but instead of coming down my throat, he levers up, grabs me under my arms and pulls me up his body. I pout but reach for the condom. Not to brag, but I have been told I can suck a trailer hitch through a garden hose.

Instead of stopping when our bodies are lined up, he keeps pulling me farther up his body.

“Grab the headboard, love, and hold on.”

Before I can even ask what for, his tongue is buried in my cunt. Like, full face fucking buried. I can’t help but rock my body against his nose, which is right… “Ah, shit, Buddy. Faster.” I don’t know why I said that. I can move faster if I want, with or without his help. His viselike grip on my ass increases as his black-painted nails dig in hard enough to draw blood.

I come screaming like a banshee on his face. I’m a panting mess when I feel his grip disappear and hear the sound of tearing foil. Shit, if he fucks half as good as he eats pussy, I’m in for a fabulous night.

Instead of pulling me down his body, he slides up between my arms, which still have a death grip on the headboard. He grabs my chin with one hand and gives me a rough kiss, so rough my lip gets caught between our teeth. Buddy pulls back and zeroes in on the spot that is now bleeding. I can feel the tiny trickle. With flaring eyes, he licks my blood, showing it to me on his tongue before it retreats into his mouth with a moan.

I’m staring dumbfounded at how much it turns me on when he slaps my hip. “I heard something about reverse cowgirl earlier.”

Awkwardly, I turn my body. When my ass is in his face, he grabs it and chomps down hard. Again, not my norm, blood and pain, but something about it is erotic, and I find I want more. His tongue lathes where he just bit, and I feel his words against my skin. “I wanna see blood here too.” The words are spoken softly.

I ignore them because I want to say, “Yes, please.”

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BUDDY

Fuck me, I inwardly groan. My dick’s not even inside her lush body and already I’m thinking about the next time.

I don’t donext times, not with anyone but club girls who know what their purpose is. I guess a near-death experience and getting exiled to Texas may have monkeyed with my brain a bit more than I thought.

Morningstar framed it like a good thing. An opportunity to get my head on straight and start a new club. Set down real roots, connect to a place and the people I surround myself with, but I know it for what it is.

Exile.

The thought scrapes at the rawness of my emotions. Emotions I was in total control of until the attack that got me banished. I hate the bitterness I taste in the back of my throat when I think about it. Especially when I can still taste her pussy on my lips.

Which brings me back to the unnerving issue at the moment. I’m exposing way too much to a chick I just met. Although, the way her eyes widened when I licked the blood from her lips told me she might just be up for a little blood play. I push the thought out of my fucking defective brain. I don’t do that with random hookups.

Dude and I are on the lookout for club pussy and prospects. We need to get the Texas chapter of Iron Travelers up and running. The clubhouse is almost set to rights, but we need to build the club and the funds.

We set a target for a year, and that’s just around the corner. I hope the sooner we get shit squared away, the sooner this emotional, whatever the fuck it is, will vanish. I can get back to being myself and achieve the goals I’ve set.

A goal always focuses me. This time, however, it seems more like a chore. That’s why I need to finish. As soon as I do, that sense of calm will come, and I can set a new goal. Wash, rinse, and fucking repeat until I’m me again.

The concert seemed like a great place to find both pussy and prospects.

I wasn’t wrong.

When I first spotted the petite brunette with the banging curves and her blond friend, for a fleeting moment, especially after hearing her say breathe through your nose, and good girl, I thought they’d be perfect for what we needed.

I quickly divested myself of the notion of asking her to come service my club when I stared into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. She stared back, looking into the depths of my soul. Most women would’ve averted their gaze or even feigned embarrassment. But not her. Her eyes glittered with a challenge that piqued my interest. In that moment, the thought of Dude, Cowboy, or Kilt touching her didn’t sit right with me.

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