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“Is she really good in bed?”
“She is,” I admit. “She’s great. I’ve been hooking up with her every night for the past week—except tonight.”
“So, get some strange tonight, son!” says Kace. “You aren’t tired of her yet?”
“Not at all.” I shake my head. “Not gonna lie, I want her right now.”
“Damn, Damon.” He laughs. “What’s that term…? Sprung? You’re sprung, Damon! You’re getting addicted to one pussy.”
“Yeah, and it’s fucking awesome,” I say proudly. “I’m not interested in anyone else. I’m not thinking of any other chick. The hottest girl in this place could sit in my lap and I’ll probably still be thinking of Noelle.”
“You could have the hottest chick in your lap right now if you’d just snap out of your funk, man,” he says. “What can I do?”
“You can start looking into lawyers, because I feel like we may need them if Wright does pin the blame on us to officials.”
“Don’t be so negative, Damon. Just as the cops have a hard-on for us, they definitely have one for Wright and his group, too. They could say you and I threw gasoline all over the floor and lit it with a blowtorch. They won’t just believe whatever bullshit story they give them. We didn’t start that damn fire, and we aren’t going down for it. And we ain’t going down for anything else, either.”
“Kace, the police are going to question us sooner or later,” I say. “I’m not worried about the cops seeing anything damning on a security feed. Wright and his gang were shooting off guns, too—they’re not just going to show that off to police.”
“So, what are you worried about?”
“I’m thinking the cops want to move in on whichever group has the weakest hand at play,” I explain. “Right now, I think with the board as it stands… I think it would be an easier feat to take us down than the Hell-Snakes.”
“Hmm,” he muses. “I don’t know about that, but I do know that we’re here to party, have some fun, and forget about the drama in Miami. Am I right?”
The boys party it up all night, and the girls don’t stop coming. They hit on me all night, and Kace doesn’t heed any of my earlier proclamations about Noelle. He keeps pushing them toward me no matter how disinterested I am, and I keep brushing them off like they’re pests. Had any one of the women who were throwing themselves at me in there done so about two weeks ago, I would have had the kind of night Kace wanted for me and then some.
But Noelle has yet to leave my mind, and she is breaking records. I can tell that my inability to let loose is prohibiting Kace from having the fullest kind of extravaganza he had in mind, so I decide it’s time for me to leave.
I want to just hop on my bike and fly back to Miami. I’m sure I could reach my house before sunrise. However, I’m heavily intoxicated, and while I don’t care what happens to me, I don’t want to fuck up my bike.
I decide to crash at a hotel nearby, leaving my bike parked with all the other Rolling Wheels. I open the door to my room, throw off my pants, and collapse on the bed fully intent on passing out.
Yet, while I lie on the cool hotel sheets and feel myself sobering up, I find myself thinking about Noelle once again. I imagine things we have yet to try—things that I want to try—and I find myself growing hard instantly. I figure that sleep will kick in soon and knock me out before I can even touch myself.
Time goes on, and so does my erection. I can’t sleep, and all I want is for Noelle to suddenly appear in my hotel room. I think about texting her, begging her to come to Tampa so that we can make love intensely all night.
I grab on to my cock thinking about her naked body… her perfect naked body. How I would pay anything to have her sitting on top of me. I would feel up and down her perfect, smooth curves, ensuring that my fingers caress every inch of skin they can possibly touch.
I kiss her warm, gorgeous face, tasting her sweet lips. She actually has a flavor, and it’s one that I desire over all others. I love touching her while we kiss. She knows just where and how to touch me, as well. She’s skilled, astute, and sexy as hell.
I begin to pleasure myself, stroking my rod to the idea of Noelle’s nude body bouncing on me and giving us both an intense ride.I cup both of her breasts, and my hands naturally go to her perfect lips, where I insert my fingers…
She is too good with her mouth and her tongue. If she wasn’t so fucking good at it, I wouldn’t insist on putting things down her throat. She always takes it like a good girl. I want to feel her lips on my dick, maybe only seconds after she wraps her nice breasts around them.
I am beyond turned-on. It takes little time and limited imagination, but the result is rewarding. I shoot a massive load thinking about her perfect face getting sprayed viciously. I’ve never done that to her before, and I’m reluctant to try or even bring up the idea. It’s nice to imagine, though…
Oddly enough, I feel myself growing harder again… I’m still throbbing, coated with cum, but I can’t stop thinking about Noelle and her dripping, aching pussy. I want it to be so close I can smell it. If I was lucky enough, she would allow me to taste it…
Since I’m still turned-on, I go back to stroking my cock with purpose. I masturbate furiously, using my sperm as a lubricant to give myself a smooth jerk. What I wouldn’t give to be using Noelle’s sweet juices for my lubricant instead.
If she were here right now, I would bend her over this bed, grab her hair, and fuck her from behind until she fell on the floor or on the bed. I would take her in the shower, letting the water run down our bodies as we become more acquainted with each other’s carnal landscapes. I would dominate her in every way, in every hole…
Alas, these are just fantasies. In the end, it’s still just me, my thoughts, and some stained sheets. She drains me without even having to be with me.