approached him and
kneeled in front of him.
Oh fuck.
They began working on his button and zipper. They pulled out
his dick and gave it a kiss. He entwined his fingers in their hair. He
swallowed hard, it had been months since he got laid. Now two hot chicks were
on their knees in front of him, ready and willing to please him. He closed his
eyes and envisioned Corbin on her knees instead of the twins; he opened his
eyes and stared down at the twins as they worked their magic. He sighed and
pulled away from them.
“I can’t do this.” He shoved his hard as hell dick back into
his pants and turned away from them.
“Excuse me?” Trina huffed. She and Tina stood.
“So I heard Ryder James is in the house tonight.” Ryder
heard Mason say. Some whistles erupted.
“Sorry.” He gave them a nod and unlocked the door.
“Ryder are you here? If so, get your ass up on this stage,”
Mason said loudly. Ryder took a deep breath then made his way to the stage and
hopped up on it.
“Well, holy fuck, you are still alive.” Mason wrapped a
sweaty arm over his shoulder. “I do believe your fans want you to sing a little
sumptin.” The crowd roared. Ryder smiled then took the mic from Mason.
“Is that what you want?” he growled. The crowd roared again.
He turned to Mason. “How about Closer?”
“Closer it is!” Mason raised his hand up. The heavy music
started. Ryder watched Mason weave through the crowd his arms draped over Tina
and Trina. He shook his head.
Fucking whores.
He focused his attention on the crowd and watched as Stella
and Corbin danced their way to him. They stopped in front of him, Corbin
swaying her hips and mouthing the words right along with him.
“I wanna fuck you like an animal!” Ryder screamed into the
mic. He pointed to Corbin and watched as she pulled her already short skirt up
her thigh a little more. He almost forgot the words to the song as he watched
her dance.
I got this.
He finished the song and bowed to the crowd. Corbin and
Stella whooped and hollered along with the rest of the bar. Ryder jumped off
the stage, grabbed Corbin’s hand and hurried to the door. He looked around, a
few people were milling about. Seeing an unlit area, he pulled Corbin into it.
He firmly planted his lips on hers and gave her a deep intense kiss. The taste
of tequila and apple pucker filled his mouth.
“I want you now, Corbin,” he groaned in between kisses. He
pinned her up against the building, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around
him and pressed against his hardness. He kissed her harder and slid his hands
under her skirt and over her panties.
This is it.
Corbin began giggling, “That tickles.”’ She dropped her
legs.
“Huh?” Ryder panted. He reluctantly released his grip on
her.
“I need a smoke.” Corbin pulled her cigarettes from her bra.
Ryder let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
Maybe I should have let the twins finish me off.
“Shit, I can’t find my lighter.” Corbin dug in her bra.
Ryder pulled the top of her dress out and looked inside, then reached in and
pulled out the lighter. He lit her cigarette and then one for himself.
“I need to sit.” Corbin sat down.
“A little buzzed?” Ryder sat down next to her. Corbin
shrugged.
“You did an awesome job on Closer tonight. Much better than
that Backstreet Boys shit and Ice Ice Baby.” Corbin poked his chest. Ryder
laughed.
“Why did your band break up?”
“I got stupid.”
“What do you mean?”
“I fucked up. That’s a story for another day.” He felt
Corbin’s fingers intertwine with his.
“I bet you guys were amazing.” Corbin took a long drag from
her cigarette. Ryder leaned his head back against the building and reached out
and touched her lips.
“I think I smudged your lipstick.” She in turn touched his
lips.
“I think you’re wearing it.”
“Ok peeps. Here is a slow one for all you love birds out
there,” Ryder heard Mason shout. The melody of I Remember
Jake Devlin, (with Bonnie Springs)