He takes my hand and pulls me towards the washroom I used after my time with Zeke. I know it’s big enough and the great thing is it’s a single occupancy only with a large settee in the center.
Cooper’s strides are long as he leads the way, both of us clouded by lust, and both of us about ready to rip our clothes off.
What the fuck is Kimmy doing? Having a seizure? I watch as the blonde tries to dance to a string fucking band. Jesus.
The best thing about a masked anything is that blending into a room is a sure thing. The worst thing is so does everyone else. I have picked out the Ballon brothers since they surround themselves with security and blending in was never something they were good at.
Kailey and my brothers are here and they all look groomed and blended. Except for Kailey, she couldn’t blend if she tried, every man in the room has their eye on her and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t follow her and Zeke to that gazebo. That pierced dick of his really had her worked up from what I could hear.
Now, it looks like Cooper’s turn to take Kailey for a ride, the bitch really does hop from dick to dick, and that makes my blood boil. That pussy is beyond used. Fuck, maybe I’ll get my chance later, too.
I watch as Cameron makes a beeline for the bar and I smirk knowing he can’t go too long without a drink, those alcoholic shakes would give him away. He is the cruelest of the Ballon brothers and I believe it’s because he’s the most useless. With no talent to boast, Cameron has always lived off his father, clutching tight to his coattails his whole life. Now, he has to pull on the big boy pants and figure out how to control his wayward brothers.
Oh, not to mention, he has to figure out how to find me and bring me in for torture. I know I make it sound trivial but really it is, I’m not afraid of torture, and I couldn’t care less who’s out to kill me. What I care about is putting my brothers in danger, and I guess her, too.
Speaking of, I watch as they slyly round a corner and head for one of the many washrooms in this mansion. There’s not much going on right now and I wouldn’t mind watching yet another one of my brothers plow their slut of a girlfriend.
I lay my still full glass of champagne on the grand piano and head off in the direction they went. Both of them are idiots in lust, barely taking in their surroundings, and I convince myself I’m doing this to ensure their safety.
I get to the washroom door and press my ear to the wood. The good thing about older homes is that things were made right back then, hardwood solid doors, hardwood solid floors, and walls coated in lead paint. The bad thing? Locks. All of the locks in this house can be easily picked open and I tell myself again that I’m doing it to ensure they’re safe.
I quickly but quietly unlock the door and slowly open it to peer around inside the washroom. I hear them but I don’t see them as I step inside and close the door behind me.
“I want you in my mouth.” Kailey moans and I mock gag.
This wanton whore sounds like she’s been deprived of cock which we all know isn’t true. This washroom is a large over the top show of wealth. This first room has a vanity with a large cushion chair and twinkling bulbs around the mirror. The next room has an ancient looking clawfoot tub and a single toilet sitting in the center, slightly odd placement. The final room has a curtain covering the entrance and this is where I hear them.
I stand to the side of the curtain and slowly pull it open, just a few inches. I immediately see Kailey on her knees and Cooper with his head tossed back as she tries her best to swallow him whole. The slurping noises she makes has me cringing and growing hard simultaneously. I enjoy a good gag over a slurp but hey, I’ll take what I can get at this point.
He yanks her up by her biceps and devours her mouth, their tongues sloppily slurping, licking, and sucking. Gross. My cock jerks in my pants and the Monster caresses the inside of my chest. He also likes to watch, especially when it’s Kailey. We’d just rather it be us.
We watch as she pushes him down to the small settee and straddles his lap. We hate this, we can’t see a damn thing with her skirt in the way and the tit he’s latching onto is facing away from us.
Cooper’s hand moves her skirt and we finally get a good view of her ass as he moves her thong to the side. But it flicks back into place just as he guides her onto his cock. We growl in frustration as she begins to ride him but we can’t see a fucking thing.
We imagine storming into the room, startling them both as we rip her dress off, push them both down, and ram into her tight asshole. Her screams of pain would ripple over us and heat up our insides. We’d pound into her ass so hard, Cooper would feel the assault in her pussy, and the three of us would come together.
I shake my head, effectively dousing my fantasy, and watch as Cooper slams up into Kailey, their wet skin slapping. She’s getting louder and he’s grunting like a fucking pig. Suddenly, her head is tossing right and left as her body shakes with an orgasm. Cooper looks like the cat that got the cream-hmm, good one-as he watches her come with a smug smirk.
This is a little boring and I let the curtain slide back into place as I turn on my heel. I better not have missed too much for this subpar performance. I wonder if she misses my cock forcing its way inside her as she fought to get away, and now I’m hard again. I slip out of the washroom making sure to lock it behind me, no reason to cause a scene, and head back to the bar.
Sure enough, Cameron is still right where I left him, only now he’s more boisterous as he talks business with a few others. I do a quick scan of the room and find Zeke leaning against a far wall, giving him the perfect view of both Cameron and the hallway to the washroom. I wonder how he really feels knowing his girlfriend is getting plowed by his brother?
Caine is sitting at the table with Henry and Kailey’s annoying sidekick Kimmy. Her voice and hard pronounced country twang makes me think I would kill her within a few days of dating her. To each their own.
The bartender makes her way to me as her eyes twinkle with attraction and I roll mine at her obvious display. How the fuck can you see anything behind this mask? Slutty bitches are just good for one thing, taking cock in any hole available.
“What can I get you handsome?” She coos.
“Bottle of water.” I answer shortly.
“Really?” Her brow lifts and what I imagine she thinks is a hot smirk on her face.
“Did I stutter?” I growl.
I watch as her spine straightens and her eyes widen. She finally catches on that I’m not interested in her appeal and struts off to get the water.
“Chicks these days.” A guy to my right chuckles. “What happened to being demure and waiting on a man’s interest?”
“They were given the right to vote?”
The guy lets loose a loud laugh and pats my back with his hand. I breathe through the instincts to snap his neck and snatch the bottle of water out of the bartender’s hand.
I turn away from him and the bar to head back over near the piano. It’s situated in the center of the room and people constantly move around it in conversation. So not only do I see everyone, but I can also hear snippets of conversations, too.