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Fore Play was one of Simon’s favorite clubs. The two of them spent enough time here to get preferred treatment due to the amount of money they threw down every time they came.
    The bouncer glanced at his VIP card and unhooked the velvet rope allowing him entrance into the candlelit area. The music up here came through muted enough so people could talk without shouting. Booths of black leather and white draped tables were equipped with heavy velveteen drapes of crimson that could be closed for privacy.
    Darius headed for the table Simon usually had held in reserve, struggling with the urge not to beat his friend to a bloody pulp. The little outburst in front of Arthur pissed Darius off. Worse than that, blurting out something he told Simon in confidence crossed the line big time. The pain of the visions was supposed to never be broached to Arthur. Yeah, he understood Simon’s concern, but every one of Arthur’s men gave their all to the battle with Vance Hollister. There was no way he wouldn’t give as much as the others. Simon would just have to deal with it.
    After, he beat the living shit out of him.
    He found their favorite booth with the drapes closed, a soft female moan came from inside followed by a very male groan of pleasure. Darius ground his teeth against his rising irritation. Simon didn’t lose any time finding some female to fuck. Pulling the drapes back he slipped in, if Simon was expecting privacy, well too damn bad.
    The sight which greeted him made his blood immediately head south at the erotic display. Overhead lights bathed a half-naked woman in a golden glow lying across the white cloth table. Her breasts spilled out of her loosened halter top, pale nipples hard with arousal. The black leather skirt bunched around her full hips, thighs splayed wide leaving her open to Simon’s mouth. Darius felt his balls tighten as Simon’s ice blue gaze met and held his. Shaggy locks of raven black hair framed a strong roughly hewn face, too angular and defined to be called handsome by today’s standards.
    Simon gaze bored into him with a ravenous hunger, lips lifting in a seductive smile. “Join us. I’m sure she won’t mind.”
    The blonde smiled enticingly at Darius as she reached out stroking his hardened cock through his jeans.
    Darius knew he lost the battle at that moment as his arousal sharpened to near pain. He threw Simon a hard look. “Afterward, we talk.”
    “Whatever. Right now, we fuck.”
    “Yeah, baby, listen to your friend. Damn you both are so hot ,” She groaned, wiggling her hips as Simon lapped at her. Her fingers got busy releasing him from his jeans.
    Her gyrations made her breasts jiggle enticingly pulling his attention from Simon. He’d always been a breast man and by the way they moved, they were the real deal. He liked the soft whimper she made as he filled his hands with those globes, slightly pinching the nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Her warm hand stroked his freed cock in long slow strokes with just the right amount of pressure.
    Unable to resist he bent, taking one of the delectable nubs into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hard nipple just before letting his teeth graze over it then turned his attention to the other breast. Damn she tasted good. Like vanilla with a hint of spice. The scent of her arousal filled the air and his cock jerked in response.
    Darius closed his eyes as heat built low in his belly. As good as her hand felt he wanted more. He could visualize her pink, full lips surrounding his cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him down her throat. He stood up and opened his eyes, catching Simon’s gaze locked on his cock and for some reason that made him even harder, if that was even possible.
    “Suck me,” Darius rasped, his eyes never leaving Simon as the blonde eagerly complied. With slow deliberation she twirled the tip of her tongue around the sensitive head, lapping up the beads of pre-cum weeping from the slit, murmuring her