Some women will do anything. Even though most of the time their willingness is welcomed, lately I haven’t been feeling the whole groupie scene. I’m twenty-six fucking years-old. I should be having the time of my life, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something missing.

I blame the redheaded vixen that’s gotten her hooks into my head.

Ever since her ass messaged me, all I’ve been thinking about is that kiss and what it’ll be like to fuck the hell out of her. That girl earlier tonight reminded me a lot of Kitten. She would’ve made a good distraction if she hadn’t told me to basically go to hell.

“Can I cash in that ticket now? You’re so fucking hot,” the tipsy blonde says into my ear, taking me away from my thoughts.

I pull back and gaze into her face. She’s attractive with her platinum hair and dark eyes, but she doesn’t have that spark I’m looking for—that thing that’s sometimes in another person that can light you up and remind you that you’re alive. This chick is here for the ride, which is fine, and I’ll happily give her what she craves, but it’ll only be instant gratification for me. That few seconds of bliss that makes me forget about everything else, but the here and now. I’m addicted to forgetting. My life is something I would love to sometimes forget.

She leans in and runs her tongue across my lips. “I want you.”

She’s persistent. I’ll give her that. The quick flicks of her tongue against mine causes my dick to grow hard and strain against my jeans. “Come with me.”

I nearly toss her off my lap before I take her hand and pull her into the next room. It’s a cleaning supply storage closet, but there’s enough room in here to get the job done.

Blondie is eager. She goes right to work on freeing my cock from my jeans. It springs up once she shoves my jeans and boxers down a little. She wraps her fingers around me and gives me a couple quick tugs.

I suck in a quick breath. “Jesus.”

She’s done this before. You don’t get great hand job skills without some practice.

She drops to her knees, but I pull back. “Not without a condom.”

I never let random hookers lick my dick without one. It’s probably not the most pleasant experience for them to basically suck rubber, but I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases and I would like to fucking keep it that way. I don’t know where the fuck her mouth’s been. I don’t even know her name for fuck’s sake.

I tear the foil package with my teeth, pull the rubber out and then roll it onto my cock.

She runs her tongue up and down my length. “You have a huge cock. I want you to fuck me with it really hard.”

I know this is a further ploy to turn me on, but I hear the same lame ass lines from different chicks every night. I stare down at her as she swirls my dick around her lips, before taking me into her mouth.

She’s slow at first with a nice, steady rhythm, but I know I don’t want to be trapped with her very long, so I grab a handful of her hair and coax her into sucking faster.

I close my eyes and try to forget where I am, and even who I am, focusing only on how good I feel. That’s when I’ll be damned if Kitten doesn’t pop back into my mind. I can see her leaning against the wall where I first spotted her. The feel of her smoking hot body shoved against mine, and the little moan she let slip into my mouth when I kissed her plays in my thoughts. Suddenly, I imagine us naked against that wall, with me driving my cock balls-deep into her.

“Fuck!” A tingle takes over my entire body and I clench every muscle in my body as I come hard.

A couple shudders ripple through me as I untangle my hand from the blonde’s hair.

“Can you go again? I didn’t get anything out of this,” she whines.

I shrug. “Better luck next time, sweetie. I’m done with you, so you can go ahead and go.” I nod towards the door.

She stands with a scowl on her face. “Fuck you!”

I shake my head, but refuse to make eye contact because I’m actually kind of embarrassed. I didn’t mean to lose my shit so fast, but I have to play it off. No one wants to be thought of as a one-minute man. “No thanks. It was hard enough coming for you the first time. Now leave.”

“Asshole!” she shouts before she slams the door, leaving me alone finally.

Fuck. I rub my forehead. What the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

Exhausted from the mind-fuck I just went through, I drag my ass inside of Big Bertha, ready to pass out. When I reach the top step, the sight in my kitchen stops me dead in my tracks. Bending over going through our cabinets is the hot brunette with nice tits and legs. Her presence is surprising considering her reaction to the ticket when I gave it to her. She must’ve decided to use it after all. There’s no other way she could’ve gotten on this bus.

“I knew you’d be here,” I say and she stands instantly and stiffens. “The ladies never turn down the golden ticket.”

I grin as I balance my weight against the top cabinet and peer down at her. Her eyes rake over my shirtless chest, lingering a couple seconds too long on my tattoos and nipple piercings to hide her interest. I flick my lip ring between my teeth a couple times and she attempts hide some of the bare skin on those sexy legs by tugging at her shorts. A slow grin pulls across my face as I inspect every curve on her voluptuous body. She shakes her head vigorously as I pull my arm down and take a step towards her.