They headed around the front of the club. In the short time they’d been away things had already started to spice up. Women were all in different states of undress. He passed one woman who was giving a biker a b**w j*b and another guy a hand job. Shit, he needed to get inside the bar. Everything always got worse inside the club. Going to the door he paused when he saw Tate dancing on one of the tables. Steven was stood between two tables talking, and then he saw Angel on the other table. His woman was obstructed by Tate’s form, but now he saw her clearly.
She was drinking from a bottle and dancing to the erotic pulse of the music playing in the background. Both women were beautiful and entirely out of place. Neither of them was dancing in order to gain attention, but from the panting looks of the men around them, they were rocking the moves. They were both smiling at each other, and Angel looked fresh-faced while Tate finally looked free.
“Lash, whoop, come here, buddy,” Tate said, yelling over the music. “Angel’s awesome.”
His woman turned to him with a smile. She wasn’t drunk, but she was a little merry. He saw that in the way she smiled at him. There was still a hint of reserve to her.
Walking toward her, Lash made his way through the crowd of people to get to Angel’s table.
“Hi,” she said. Her h*ps swung from side to side.
“Hi yourself.”
“Are you angry with me?” She pouted at him, and he found the action incredibly cute.
“I leave you alone for two minutes, and you’re dancing sexily on a table. What do you think?” he asked.
“You don’t look angry. You’ve got your sexy smile on. I like your sexy smile. It does nice things down here.” Her hand went between her thighs.
Lash hauled himself up on the table and grabbed her hand as whistles met her actions. Angel may not realise it, but she was winning their vote on her being his old lady. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her tight against him. “I’m the only one who can touch your pu**y.”
“I want you to touch me. I’m burning inside. Please, Lash.” Her arms went around his neck. There was no way he’d take her in this current state. The rest of the night she was not drinking anything. He was going to have her sober.
Taking the bottle from her fingers, he took a long gulp of the burning whiskey. Glancing toward the bar he didn’t see Mikey. Whoever gave his woman whiskey was going to feel his fist.
“Come on, you can dance for me.” He helped her down to her feet, and several bikers cheered. Next, Lash grabbed Tate and handed her to Steven. “Keep her out of trouble. If Tiny finds out you’ll be lucky to have a c**k left.”
He took Angel outside to help her sober up. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, holding onto him.
“I like this party, Lash. It’s fun.”
Leaning against a wall he tugged her between his legs. She wiggled her body next to his making him moan.
“I think that’s the whiskey talking.”
Her hand landed on his cock, rubbing him through his jeans. “Fuck, baby.”
“I know what I’m talking about, and I want to do to you what you do to me, Lash. I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing.”
Before he could say anything she sank to her knees in front of him.
“Angel, what are you doing?”
“I’m giving you pleasure. I’ve seen a couple of the girls do it, and now I want to do it to you.” She fumbled with the tie in his leather pants.
Lash stopped her. She looked up at him with such an endearing smile on her lips. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Why not? You’ve licked my pu**y. I’ve even got all the hair ripped off to please you. I want to do this, please, Lash. I really do.”
She tugged on his pants even as she stuck her lip out. Lash growled in annoyance and released his pants. He was going to regret this, but he couldn’t stand to see the hurt on her face. She looked like he’d hurt her cat or something.
Angel pulled his pants down to his thighs, and his c**k sprang out. He was so turned on by her dancing and everything about her, he was ready to explode. Her hands wrapped around his length, pumping the shaft with her tight, little fist.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good.” He stared down at her, watching her ministrations on his cock.
She ran her finger through the slit of his cock, coating her fingers with his leaking pr**cum.
“What’s this?”
“That’s my cum,” he said.
Angel pressed a finger to her lips, tasting him. In the next breath her mouth was on him.
Her inexperience drove Lash wild. In the weeks and months to come he hoped to teach her how to suck him properly, but for now he loved the way she took him into her mouth. There was a hesitancy about her. She took him until he hit the back of her throat and then stopped. He watched her head bob as she took him in her mouth. The rest of the club faded into the background. Lash savoured every second of Angel and her mouth on him.
His balls tightened, and with two quick thrusts inside her mouth he erupted filling her with his seed. Surprise gripped him as she swallowed him down. She didn’t hesitate, merely swallowed him down, and he couldn’t believe it. His little virgin looked so happy when she rested her head against his thigh.
“Did I give you pleasure?” she asked.
“You’ve got no idea how much pleasure you’ve given me.”
Chapter Nine
Later that night Angel sat in the corner of the bar while Lash played cards with a couple of the club members. The party was starting to die down, but she’d gotten an eyeful throughout the night. After she’d given Lash a blow job, which she loved, the party came apart at the seams. They’d walked back into the bar in time to see Hardy penetrate Rose. Angel had been so shocked and turned on by what she’d seen that she’d stood and watched. Lash hadn’t spoken a word throughout. He’d stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.
The love was clear to see shining between Hardy and Rose. She wished things were different for her and Lash. Angel knew she was falling hard for him and may already be in love with him. She wanted to change for him and be what he needed in a woman. When Tate handed her the whiskey she’d felt the instant buzz, so that when her friend jumped up on the table, she’d followed suit.
After Rose and Hardy left to go to a private room, several of the sweet-butts had taken on the men. She never knew four men could f**k one woman before. Not only had she seen that, but she’d watched one of the men penetrate one woman before going to another and he’d switched between them throughout. She’d never be able to handle such crass attention. Lash didn’t seem fazed by the happenings in the club. It was only when Tiny took a woman through to his office that Lash tensed up.