Chapter 7 Need A Distraction

• She tasted so intoxicating and I couldn't pull away, but when her tongue slipped over my bottom lip, I opened and tasted her deeper. Her moan filled my mouth and it caused the caveman in me to smack his chest.
• Pulling her tighter to my chest, I successfully pulled a hand from her grasp and slid it over her plump ass. I lightly squeezed her in my palm, feeling my dick start to pound in my jeans. Now that I've had a small taste of her, I wanted the whole thing.
• But then she broke the kiss and stepped completely out of my embrace. Shocked, I stared at her with trepidation, still feeling our kiss on my lips.
• She turned to Luis then, grabbed his arm, and pulled him roughly from the dance floor. Before I knew what the hell was happening, they had disappeared in the sea of people and I stood there with a half erection in my jeans, completely confused about what the fuck just happened.
• Shit! I needed a distraction and I walked to the only person, I knew wouldn't refuse fucking her.
• ***
• Oh, Drake!" Monique moaned out as I pounded into her from behind. Her hair was wrapped in my right hand while my left gripped her hip. I pictured Lynn in front of me, closing my eyes tightly as I watched the angry scowl on her face be replaced with pure pleasure. I had a feeling that Lynn had never been with a man in bed that had truly filled her appetite. And oh how I wish I could be the guy.
• Finishing us both off, I groaned out my release and then flopped to my back, feeling the exhaustion rip through me. The condom I used was still securely wrapped around my dick but I didn't care. Even though the life I chose left me physically happy, the emotional side left me lonely and pissed off.
• Monique curled up next to me and her perfume made my eyes water. I hated it when my co workers tired to get close to me. It wasn't that I hated them, I just didn't want them like that. This was all just about physical connections for me and the sooner they all realised that, the better off we would all be. Because now I have to be the asshole.
• "Monique, you should probably take off. We have got a long shoot ahead of us tomorrow." I covered my eyes with my arm, still lying on my back.
• "I can stay. It's already so late and we can just drive in together tomorrow." She curled herself into my side but I rolled away from her and sat on the edge of my bed. Tearing the condom off, I tossed it into the wastebasket and sighed.
• "Yeah, that's not going to happen. I'm ......" I'm an asshole for saying this, but I'm going to need you to fuck off, Monique." She was annoying me and I needed her to leave my bed right now.
• I felt the bed shift behind me before I heard her angry footsteps. "You're an incorrigible bastard, Drake Hudson. I just let you screw me off camera and instead of letting me have my cuddles, you kick me out of your bed? You just messed with the wrong woman!"
• Groaning , I spun to stare at her. "I have been called worse", I scoffed. She finished getting dressed before she stormed toward my door. "See you at work."
• She flipped me the bird before exiting my bedroom, making sure to slam my door for a dramatic leave.
• Thank fuck that's over with.
• The silence of the room loomed over me like a blanket, my breath was the only thing to be heard. I hated how lonely my life was . It had always been like this, though, so I'm not sure why it bothered me so much. Relationships weren't really a common thing in my line of work, but those that had one made me envious of them. I had often thought about what it would be like to have a steady woman to come home to every single night. I wanted a woman that I could have a quiet dinner with and then screw her brains out until the early morning hours where we would cuddle and talk afterward, but I knew none of that was going to happen. Women, like the one I want, don't get into relationships with porn stars. The only female attention I got was strictly physical, and when they found out what I did for a living, they ran for the hills. They're usually all hoe bags, too, which actually makes it easier to send them packing before any conversation or cuddling can occur.
• And I liked it that way.
• I may be a bipolar son of a bitch when it comes to the women in my bed, but as long as I can keep getting my dick wet, I will be picky until I find the right one.
• Lynn filled my mind again as I cursed under my breath and stood up. Running my hand over my face, I blew out an exasperated breath and tried with all of my sanity to stop thinking about her. What the hell is it about her that won't let me stop thinking of her? There wasn't anything special about her, other than the fact that she had that natural beauty that made my dick hard in my pants.
• "Maybe that's it", I thought to myself. The fact that she didn't fall to her knees at my feet was what made me so intrigued. She let me kiss her then left me with a throbbing half erection in my pants.
• Whatever it was about her, I needed to have her in my bed, fuck her like a skilled man and show her what she has been really missing.
• But I had this feeling that even after the sex , she won't fall at my feet.