Bad to the Bones(39)

Now I had a delectable piece of man candy in my mouth, and I wasn’t about to let him get away. I hoovered him with precision if not finesse, backing him up so he rested his ass on the windowsill. Running one hand up the flat plane of his belly, I found the nipple jewel and tweaked it, making him gasp and jump. Unbelievably, his cock plumped even more in my mouth as I sucked and tweaked. The tight shininess of it let me know he was about to explode. My mouth watered even more, wanting to gulp his seed.

“Bellamy,” he gasped weakly, making a feeble effort at pushing me away with his palm against my forehead. “You can’t be doing this. I’m supposed to…protect you…you need to—agh!”

Sweet, hot jism flooded my mouth. I was rewarded for my efforts with a few healthy splashes of semen, which I swallowed gratefully. Squirming my tongue up and down the underside of the pulsing dick, I lapped every drop. Knoxie had frozen stiff when the orgasm hit him, fine tremors running up the backs of his thighs. Every time I’d pinch his nipple he’d gasp and jump. His dick didn’t even begin to flag when he succeeded in pushing my forehead away from him.

I sat back on my legs with satisfaction, gulping one last mouthful of delicious seed. I admired the pulsating penis jutting from his 501s. With one hand lying flat on his belly like a thin piece of tissue and his head thrown back as he panted, he was the picture of masculine potency. I panted too from the exertion of my exuberant hummer. For once, I lived in the moment. I was blissful to just be kneeling there admiring this living Roman statue of a man, his tattoos seeming to breathe on his stomach and arms.

When Knoxie caught his breath, he glared at me. “You shouldn’t have done that!”

I nodded at his erection, purplish and angry. “Your cock says otherwise.”

As though he’d forgotten it still pulsated there, Knoxie grabbed it and shoved it back into his jeans. “That was wrong, Bellamy. You can’t keep acting like you’re up in Jonestown still, like you need to service me. That’s not how things rock down here.”

“It isn’t?” Walking down the hangar hallway just now, I’d seen a “sweetbutt” blowing a biker brother—the guy who sang backup in a Philly Soul group, Gollywow. I had the feeling that old ladies tried to turn a blind eye to these activities. “Isn’t that what all these girls are here for?”

“Of course not,” said Knoxie, then looked confused. So he buckled his belt and reached out a hand for me to take. “Look. I don’t want you to see me that way. You don’t need to service me. You don’t need to pay me back. You’re paying us back by repairing our rides. Fact, why don’t you get down into the hangar and let Speed show you the ropes?”

I grabbed handfuls of his thin T-shirt. “But it’s not an effort for me, Knoxie. You’re absolutely delicious. Raw, built, you’re like a movie star.”

Knoxie looked modestly at the floor. “Maybe a C-list porn star.”

“God, no.” I plastered my tits to his chest and looked up adoringly at him. “An A-list film star. You’re like one of those brooding western types. You should wear a cowboy hat.”

“I’m getting nowhere going that route. More sensible if I work for the club. Now, look, babe. We can’t be getting into any emotional baggage between us, hear me? I’m your protector, your guard. Although I have to go to Nogales tonight, so Lytton will be your guard until I get back. But there can’t be anything between us, hear?”

Stung, I pulled back and folded my arms. “I wasn’t proposing any huge love affair, Knoxie. I was simply saying…nothing wrong with a little zipless sex now and then, right?”

Knoxie was curious. “Zipless?”

“Right. It doesn’t have to involve any huge emotional investment between us. Not at all. Is there an emotional investment between your brothers and the sweetbutts? Exactly. Why can’t I just be your personal sweetbutt? I won’t do it with anyone else, so you don’t have to worry about VD.”

Knoxie chuckled. “Yeah. You’ll get crotch crickets from some of those guys.” He was more relaxed now, not as concerned about the renegade blowjob. “My sweetbutt? We’ll see about that. I’m damaged goods, Bellamy. You think you were run down and totaled by those twatwaffles? Shit. You’re looking at a guy who turned forty with nothing to show for himself.”

“You have your ink studio. And don’t you have two kids?”

“Two kids who live with someone else, that’s how lame I was. Listen, Bellamy. I need to put myself back together, too. I need to have something to offer, something on my plate.”

“But I’m not asking you to marry me. My father doesn’t want to know what your dowry is. We don’t even need to kiss. Let’s just have a mutually satisfying, zipless affair. It’s the least I can do for you, after all you’ve done.”

Knoxie grinned. “I’ll think about it. Right now I’ve got to blaze. Don’t leave Citadel property.” After patting me on the head like some little f*cking kid, he swooped down to snatch my locket from the file cabinet.

I panicked a little when I saw he was actually taking it. I knew I had to give it up. It was the last thing I owned that would remind me of my seven years at Bihari. Not all of it had been abusive terror. I had some true, real friends—or so I used to think. We had had some true, real times—or had we? Well, I had my sister, anyway.