Page 42 of Red's Peril: Part 1

When the others have faded away, I’m left with Wraith. I smile a dopey grin at him. “Fuckin’ love you, Brother.”

He snorts. “Love you back.” His eyes narrow. “Hey, ‘bout time we got you initiated.” He nods toward Pussy who’s standing at the bar.

A flood of self-doubt comes over me. “Nah, not tonight.”

“What?” Incredulous wide eyes turn to me. “You gay?”

My mouthful of Jack splutters out of my mouth. “No, I’m fuckin’ not.”

He eyes me carefully, then shakes his head. “Don’t understand you, Brother. First thing I did when I got the chance was get my dick wet.”

It’s the drink talking, I surmise as I surprise myself with the next words I utter. I lean in so I can speak in little more than a whisper, “I’m fuckin’ embarrassed, okay?”

Eyes narrowing in confusion, Wraith chuckles quietly. “You’ve got a small dick? Hell, we can’t all be well endowed.” He palms an impressive bulge in his jeans. “And it’s not what you’ve got, it’s what you can do with it. Or that’s what I’m told.”

“It’s not what I’ve got,” I hiss. “There won’t be any complaints about that. It’s more the other part.”

Wraith’s wrinkles deepen. “You don’t know what to do with it? You a fuckin’ virgin, man?”

“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” I snarl, looking around to make sure no one’s overheard. “Look, I’ve got experience, just not too much of it. I haven’t disappointed a woman before, but the sweet butts?” Breaking off, I eye Pussy who’s openly fondling Rock’s dick. “I think they expect a greater repertoire than what I’ve got to offer.”

Wraith’s eyes go wide, then he gives a broad grin. He gets up and goes toward the bar. I expect him to get a drink, but instead he whispers in Pussy’s ear, and pulls her away from Rock. Rock growls, but then shrugs good-naturedly, and wanders off to Beef who’s got his arm around Selina.

“Hey, Red,” Pussy greets me, leaning down and putting her arms around me. “Wraith suggested you wanted some company.”

“I’m okay.” I try to shrug her off, but she’s not letting go of me. “My back’s hurting and—”

“No need to worry, I can do all the work, lover.” Her husky voice right in my ears sends a tingling through me with a direct link to my cock.

Wraith shoots out his hand, wraps it around my arm and pulls me up. “Come on, let’s use a crash room.”

My brain tries to process. Is he setting me up with Pussy, or himself? But stumbling a little from the alcohol I’ve consumed, I just go along. When we get to the crash room that only yesterday I’d restocked with condoms as part of my prospecting duties, Pussy opens the door, and Wraith drags me in.

As soon as he closes the door behind him, he whips off his shirt.

Hold up a minute.My inebriated self leans up against the wall. In my experience, sex is a one-woman one-man game, unless it’s porn of course. I have no desire to see another man’s dick, or heaven forbid, accidentally touch it.

“Er, I’ll leave you alone—”

“Don’t be so hasty, lover.” Pussy’s right in front of me, her hand slipping up under my shirt. “Wraith asked me to make sure you enjoyed yourself.”

“Seems like the room’s a bit crowded.”

“Not to me.” She accompanies her words with a wink. “Looks like I’m going to be one lucky girl tonight.”

“So…” Shirtless, Wraith flops down on the king-size bed, linking his hands behind his head. “You do your thing, Red, and I’ll give you pointers.”

“Oh, I’ll let him know if he’s doing that shit right,” Pussy purrs.

What? No.There’s no way I can perform with an audience, and that’s in addition to the nerves I have already.

“I’ll leave you to your fun—”

But Pussy’s relentless. She’s rubbing against me, and despite myself, my cock hardens again. Her hands push up my t-shirt, and when my chest is bared, she licks at my nipples, her talented tongue moving in swirls, making my pecs quiver and nerves in my body alight.

“Can I help you with this, lover?” She gently pushes at the sides of my cut.

Ignoring Wraith’s smirk, I take off the precious leather, and lay it down on a chair, then, my decision probably influenced by the alcohol I’ve consumed, I remove my shirt. Over the last nine months under Peg’s stern eye, I’ve muscled up, something Pussy seems to appreciate as she rubs her cheek against the ginger hair that peppers my pecs. Then she turns her head and starts to lick instead.

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