Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2) (10 page)

Closing his eyes, he wraps his hands tighter into my hair, moaning as I stroke my hands over his dick, spending extra time on the head.

This man’s body is so beautiful that I could spend all night doing this. He truly has no idea how easy it is to want to take care of him.

When his moans become louder, my movements pick up, knowing that he’s getting close to coming.

“Come for me, Styx,” I breathe, completely turned on and just as desperate for his release as he is. “All over my breasts. I want to feel you on me. Show me what I do to you.”

His hands yank my head back and he growls out, shooting his come all over my breasts.

“Oh fuuuuuck.” He looks down at me and massages his hands through my hair as the water washes over my breasts cleaning his release away. “Where the fuck have you been all my life? Stand up.”

Pulling me up to my feet, he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him, under the water.

We stand here just letting the warm water pour down on us, not speaking for a while. We just take this moment to enjoy the feel of each other being close.

It feels good. So much better than I ever imagined and that scares me, but I don’t want to leave.

After a while, he pulls away and presses his lips against mine. His lips are soft and smooth, yet his kiss is rough and firm, consuming me and making me want more of him.

Styx may be rough in the bed, but he has a gentle side. A gentle side that might just make me fall harder than I hoped.

His eyes meet mine. “Now It’s my turn to take care of you.”

Our lips meet again and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his strong waist. I can feel his dick rubbing against my pussy and all I want is for him to fill me with it.

Breathing hard against my lips, he backs me up against the wall for extra support, as he slides his hand in between our bodies and fills me with his tattooed fingers.

He slowly pumps in and out, causing me to moan against his lips and grind my pussy, wanting him deeper.

The water drips down my lips to Styx’s. With a growl, he sticks his tongue out, catching it in his mouth, before sucking my bottom lip and moving his fingers faster and harder.

My arm snakes around his neck, my other hand digging into his back, holding on for dear life as I moan out and begin shaking in his arms from my own release.

I can’t even remember a time that I’ve had an orgasm so quickly in my entire life, but with this man, it’s impossible not to.

After a few moments, he pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth, before placing his forehead to mine.

“You have no idea how badly I wished that were my cock inside you instead.” He gently bites my bottom lip, before releasing it. “You make me want more than just a quick fuck though. I want to spend my time on you, worshiping every inch of that beautiful body, until you fall asleep from exhaustion.”

He slowly releases me, one leg at a time, helping me down to my feet, before turning off the water and walking out to bring me a towel.

“I hope like hell that I get that night soon.”

I smile and reach for the towel, wrapping it around me.

When I step out of the shower stall, Kash is standing there naked, pulling his jeans up his legs.

The same damn sight I got when I walked in on Styx, except Kash is facing me, his dick standing at attention.

Swallowing, I quickly turn my head away, before I can spend too much time, admiring his insanely big dick and make this anymore awkward than it already is.

Styx smiles as if he’s happy with how quick I was to turn away from Kash. Maybe he was expecting me to ogle over him like all the other women do.

When I turn back around, Kash is buttoning his jeans with a confident smile. “Sorry about that. I caught the end of your little shower date. Damn, that sounded hot as fuck.”

My face heats up with embarrassment when I realize just how loud I was moaning while Styx was finger fucking me, just fifteen feet away from where Kash was changing.

The thought of someone possibly entering the locker room didn’t even occur to me. All I could think about was taking care of Styx.

“Just hurry the fuck up, dick. You didn’t have to sit around and wait for the ending,” Styx snaps.

Kash looks me over in my towel, showing his appreciation. I can’t deny that the way he looks at a woman heats you up in an instant. Those deep gray eyes do wonders. “No, but I wanted to.” He winks at me and then grabs his shirt, walking out of the room.

Styx looks heated, his eyes watching the door as it closes behind him. “Let’s get dressed so I can follow you home. It’s late and I don’t want you out there alone.”

I reach for my clothes and quickly get dressed, before walking over to him and grabbing his face. As soon as his eyes look down to meet mine, my mind is made up. “Maybe you can stay.”

The look in his eyes tells me that it’s not a request that he usually even considers, but a part of him wants to right now.

“Let’s go,” is all he says, as he grabs my hand and walks me past some of staff and outside.

A group of women are waiting around the door, giggling and talking loudly about how hot each and every guy was tonight.

I’m hoping like hell that they’re not waiting to suck Styx into their little group, because I honestly don’t know what I’d do if he left me to hang with them.

I’ve had it happen to me in the past a few times, proving to me that the guy I was with really wasn’t who I thought or hoped he’d would be.

Grabbing my hand, Styx speeds up, when one of the girls calls his name.

The tall brunette doesn’t seem to want to give up. She calls his name a few more times, her friends joining in by whistling and yelling for him too.

I feel my face heating up with jealousy and anger that these damn women won’t just give the hell up. Finally, I turn around and snap.

“Don’t you see that he’s leaving with someone. Get some fucking class.”

I can barely finish what I’m saying, before Styx yanks me to him and starts making out with me, while walking me backwards into my truck.

“Get in and I’ll follow you home,” he says, between tugging on my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. “My motorcycle is across the lot.”

I nod my head and jump inside my truck when he walks away. A few minutes later, he pulls up behind me and motions for me to drive.

I feel like an idiot the whole ride home and I have to admit that I’m disappointed in myself for even thinking a man like Styx would ever want to spend the night.

The only thing he made clear was that he was following me home. That was probably his way of letting me down gently.

After I pull up at my house, Styx parks his motorcycle behind my truck, and gets off to meet me behind my vehicle.

He’s silent the whole walk to the door of my house and surprises me when he walks inside behind me and locks the door.

I don’t say a word as he follows me to my bedroom, undresses me and then does the same himself, before crawling into bed beside me.

Pinning my body beneath his, he reaches over to my nightstand and grabs my bottle of lotion, squirting it on his hands and rubbing them together. “Close your eyes and relax.”

His naked body, above mine, has it almost impossible to relax, but I close my eyes anyway, moaning out as his hands rub over my body, massaging me.

Oh my God. How can he be so damn good with this hands? It’s like every little touch from him is pure magic. Throw in him being naked and it’s like a fantasy come to life. Getting a massage from a naked Styx is heaven.

Holy hell . . . I want this to last all night.

After he’s done rubbing lotion over every inch of my body and making sure that I feel good, he spreads my legs open with his knee and lays in between them.

The feel of his erection brushing my entrance has me wanting to thrust my hips forward and hope like hell that he accidently pushes inside of me and continues to thrust.

“Fuck, Meadow. Don’t move your hips like that. I’m trying my best not to ease inside of you right now and stay there all fucking night. I can feel the heat of your pussy tempting me. Fuck!”

The look in his eyes tells me that he’s here for me. Not for sex. For me. And from what I can tell, that’s new for him.

So I want the same.

I run my hands through his hair and pull him down to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, tugging on his lip as I pull away. “You make it hard to want to be good,” I admit.

He moans against my neck and then rolls over beside me, pressing down on his erection. “Just wait until I get you alone again. Fuck. Come here.”

The way his arms wrap around me and pull me close, says it all. I know because I feel the exact same way. Our hearts are racing and we can’t seem to catch our breath in the darkness.

I want him here, but I’m scared of what can come out of it.

I’m scared of letting him in and us both getting hurt . . .

Styx

I WAKE UP TO AN empty bed, running my hands through my messy hair as I look around the small room.

Sleeping in a woman’s bed isn’t something that I do, yet I couldn’t deny Meadow when she asked me to stay with her last night. Not after she stayed at the hospital to look after me.

What kind of a man would that make me?

I spent most of the night, holding her close to me and running my hands through her soft hair as she cuddled up on my chest.

Her naked body pressed against mine, her fingers tracing my chest and tattoos, it was a feeling that I welcomed and made me want to stay up even later so that I could enjoy it longer.

You better believe that I fell asleep with a boner and woke up to one, just thinking about our naked bodies being entwined.

Wanting to fuck her last night was one of the hardest cravings I’ve had to fight. This woman is making me fight myself and that’s how I know that she’s worth everything I plan to give her.

When I look beside me at the alarm clock, I see that it’s past ten. Meadow’s shift starts at eleven today, since she was asked to come in early, so I know that I’m alone in her house. She told me last night that she was taking on extra hours at the hospital this week.

“Well this is new . . .” Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and run my hands over my face, before getting dressed and grabbing my things.

I walk through the kitchen to leave, but stop when I see a bright pink sticky note hanging from the microwave.

The smell of bacon hits my nose as I walk over and reach for the note to read it.

This is me saying thank you for last night.

~Meadow

“Well damn . . .” I can’t help but to smile as I reach into the microwave and grab the plate of food out. I’ve never had a woman cook me breakfast before and I love that she thought of me this morning, before she left.

I don’t usually eat when I first wake up, but knowing that Meadow took the time to cook me breakfast as a thank you, there’s no way I’m leaving here without eating her meal. Every last bite of it.

I’ll never do anything to disrespect her or make her feel bad or unappreciated.

My mother taught me that at a young age, although she doesn’t seem to look for a guy with the same qualities, because she’s still with my asshole father after twenty-four years.

Trying not to think about how much I miss her talks, I quickly eat and send Meadow a text to thank her before heading home.

I’m surprised when I pull up on my motorcycle to see Kash’s truck parked in my damn driveway. This isn’t the first time.

“Well, fuck.” Grunting, I slam my helmet down on the seat and walk to the door, pushing it open.

The first thing I see is Kash’s naked ass, standing up on my couch, gripping some girl’s hair, guiding her head up and down on his cock.

I chuck my keys at the back of his head, and he releases the girl’s hair to rub the back of his head and scream. “Ouch! What the fuck!”

“Yeah exactly,” I say pissed off, that he decided to have a little fuck-a-thon at my place without asking. “What the fuck are you doing here on my motherfucking couch?”

When he moves away from the girl, I see that it’s Sophie, from the gym.

She smiles up at me, looking a bit embarrassed. Her dark hair is wild as shit and her eye makeup is thick and smeared across her face as if it’s been a long night. “So this is where you live? I never thought I’d see it. It’s nice.”

Kash raises his brows and looks between the two of us as he sits down and covers his dick with his hands. “I should’ve known you two were pretty well acquainted. I did meet her at your gym and all.” He smirks as if it doesn’t bother him.

I didn’t think it would. “You have your own place, fucker. I thought I took my key away the last time I caught your naked ass on my couch.”

Grunting, I walk past them and into the kitchen to grab a beer. It’s too early to deal with this crap. I need something so I don’t flip my shit on him.

“My roommate trashed our place. Yours was cleaner.” When he enters the kitchen, he’s dressed in the same pair of jeans that he left the club in last night.

“Yeah,” I say, while looking him over, covered in sweat. “It
was
cleaner. Did you sleep here last night?”