Slade (2 page)

      I grip her hips and brush my lips over her ear. “You want me to stop?” I pull out slowly, teasing her. “You don’t want this cock filling your pussy?” I shove it back in, causing her head to bang into the wall. “Huh, do you want me to stop?”

      She shakes her head. “No, don’t stop. Shit, don’t stop!”

      “That’s what I thought.” I push her completely flat on her stomach, holding my body weight with one arm as I grip the back of her neck and fuck her with all my strength. I want her to remember this because it’s the only time she’ll be getting my cock and we both know it. It’s how I work.

      She’s squirming below me, shaking as if she’s in the middle of another orgasm. “Slade! Fuck me!”

      A few thrusts later and I’m ready to blow my load. Pulling out, I bite her ass and stroke my cock as I come.

      The relief gives me a high; a fucking drug that I can’t get enough of. Nothing else makes me feel this way. Actually, nothing else makes me feel. This is it for me.

      My own personal hell.

Chapter Two

Slade

Closing my eyes, I tilt back my second shot of Whiskey.
That’s it
, I think, moaning as it leaves a raw, burning sensation in the back of my throat. It’s what I need; what I crave.

      After rushing Lex out of my room and listening to Cale ramble on about one of his old friends crashing with us for the next week, I need this damn rush; the alcohol pumping through my veins, weakening my demons. Hell, I might even go for another one just for the numbness.

     
Fuck it. Why not.

      Holding up my empty shot glass, I nod at Sarah to come my way. She instantly drops what she’s doing to come to me. “Give me another one.”

      Snatching my empty glass away, she smiles and nods over to Cale and Hemy working their shit on the girls in the back corner. “Shouldn’t you be over there showing them how it’s done?” She laughs while pulling out a bottle of Jack and filling a new shot glass. “They’re both looking a little tired and worn down. You know how bachelorette’s are; last night of freedom and all.”

      I turn around in my stool and look at the two idiots. Cale is standing on a couch grinding his cock in some girl’s face while wiping sw
eat from his forehead. Hemy has some girl on the floor, rolling his body above hers, but he’s moving in a rhythm slower than the music.

     
Tired? How the fuck can they . . .

      “Yeah, well give me another shot and then I’ll show them what’s up.”     

      “I’m sure you will, Slade. Keep slamming these back and I might be showing you what’s up later.” She pushes the shot of Whiskey across the bar and I grab it. “Go ahead. Drink up.” She winks.

      Smirking, I hold the glass to my lips. She already knows how I work. “We’ve already had our night, Sarah.” I tilt the glass back and run my tongue over my lips, slowly, just to remind her of how I pleasured her. This causes her to swallow hard and her breathing to pick up. “It was hot as fuck too.” I slide the glass forward and stand up. “But it goes against my rules.”

      Her eyes linger down to the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. She smiles while running her finger over the empty glass. “Good to know I can at least still get you hard.”

      I toss down a twenty and start backing away. “Baby, you get every man hard.” I point to the awkward looking guy that has been staring at her since I sat at the bar. “Especially that dude.”

      She glances at the scrawny dude with glasses and forces a smile. He smiles back and leans over the bar, awaiting conversation. “I so hate you, Slade,” she growls and I love it. Growling turns me on.

      “That’s all right. I’m used to it.”

      She tosses a straw at me and I knock it away with my hand before turning around and making my way over to the bachelorette party.

      The girls are tossing back drinks; some of them standing on tables while a few of them are watching from afar. Those are usually the married ones; the good fucking girls. That’s all right though, because I don’t need to touch them to pleasure them. They’ll still get off.

      As I’m about to show my boys up, to my right, I notice two girls dancing and minding their own business. Instantly, my focus goes to the curvy body that is swaying back and forth, drawing my cock to instant attention. It’s so seductive it makes my cock hurt.

      Skin tight blue jeans mold to her every curve, making me imagine what it would be like to run my tongue over that tight little ass; to taste every inch of her.

      Letting my dick do the talking, I walk up to the dance floor, grab the drink out of her hand and set it down on the table beside me.

      She looks pissed off, but that’s all right. Pissed is sexy as hell on her. It makes me want her more. Her eyes stray from the table I just set her glass on and land on my stomach. Then my chest. Then, slowly, up to my face. She swallows and a look of lust flashes in her eyes. She wants me and I haven’t even done anything yet.

     
Holy fuck. She is beautiful.

      My eyes trail from her long blonde hair that stops just below her breasts up to her red pouty lips. Damn, I want to suck those between my lips. She’s looking at me through long, thick lashes
and even in the dimmed lighting; I can see that she has two different colored eyes. I can’t make out the colors, but I can see the shade difference.

     
So fucking hot.

      “Umm . . .” She smiles and runs her hand through her hair. “Can I help you with something? We kind of have a private party going on here.”

      Taking a step closer, I lean in and brush my lips over her ear. “Yeah, I can help you with something,” I whisper. “I can help you with a lot of things.”

      Her breathing picks up and I already know that I have her. It’s that fucking simple. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know you.” She takes a step back, but her eyes trail down my body before coming back up to meet my face. She looks nervous. I love that. I can teach her a few things. “And I was drinking that.”

      I watch her with a smirk as she reaches for her drink and pretends to give me a dirty glare. It’s not working on me though. I already know her body language and she’s already let it slip that I do something to her. “I can give you something better than that.”

      Her tiny nostrils flare as her eyes rake back down my body, stopping on my fucking crotch. If that’s what she wants then I’ll give it to her. “Sorry, but I’m not interested. I’m just here for a friend’s party.”

      She likes games. Good thing, because I like them too.

      Closing the distance between our bodies, I cup her cheek in my hand. I bring my lips close to hers while looking her in the eyes. Her breath hitches as I press my body against hers and bring my eyes down to meet her lips. “Are you sure about that?”

      Her lips begin to move as if she’s about to respond and I have the sudden urge to suck them into my mouth; to own them. She’s breathing heavy and I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs that are pressed against my leg while I rub my thumb over her cheekbone.

      I feel myself leaning closer until my bottom lip brushes hers. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

      She takes in a quick burst of air and takes a step back. “Umm . . .”

“Slade!” A drunken female shrieks from behind me.

     
Fuck. I hate shriekers.

      Exhaling, I turn my head, but keep my eyes glued to the beautiful blonde in front of me. For some reason, I don’t want to take my eyes away.

     
Those lips. Fuck me, I want to fuck them. I want them wrapped around my cock.

     
“About time you got here.” A dark haired woman with huge fake tits bounces in front of me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the beauty in front of me. I see blondie’s eyes glance down at my hand, but she quickly turns her head away and clears her throat as if embarrassed. “My favorite piece of eye candy is here.” She throws her arms up and starts screaming while pulling me away. “Look everyone. It’s fucking, Slade,” she slurs.

      Smiling to blondie as she watches me, I mouth, “You’re mine later.”

       Her lips part and I can tell she just swallowed. I have her thinking about it. It’s written all over her face. Her friend starts nudging her in the side until finally she pulls her eyes away from me and smiles nervously at her friend.

     
Shit, I’ve gotta have her. I won’t stop until I do.

      Spinning on my heel, I pick the brunette up by her hips and sit her down on the chair in front of us. She spreads wide for me and presses her hands against my chest as I
step between her legs and slowly grind my hips to the music.

      Placing one hand behind my head, I grip her neck with my other as I close the space between our bodies, grinding my hips in a slow, seductive movement as if I’m slowly fucking her.

      She moans from beneath me as I let her hands explore my chest and abs. The women here like to touch and I like to give them what they want. It’s my job to fucking please them and I’m damn good at it.

      “Take it off!” A few girls start screaming.

      “Let us see your body. Come on!”

     
Absofuckinglutely.

      Pulling the brunette’s chin up, I look her in the eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it down beside me. Most women love it when I make them feel like I’m stripping just for them. It makes them feel special.

      She bites her bottom lip as her hands go straight for the muscles leading down to my cock. The girls can never get enough of it; of both.

      As much as I’m enjoying getting these women off, there’s one woman in particular I want to get off and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her leave here unsatisfied.

Chapter Three

Aspen

Kayla keeps nudging me to get my attention, but for some reason I can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the jerk-off that is practically dry humping some girl in the corner. She loves it too; over there moaning and rubbing her hands all over his body as if she’s about to have an orgasm. How gross. Have some damn class. We aren’t in the middle of a damn porn.

     
A stripper?
I shake my head and snort.
A sexy as hell one too. Who the hell does he think he is getting that close to me?

      The bad part of it is, I think he may just be the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. Messy black hair that falls over his deep blue eyes and the perfect five o’clock shadow that surrounds a set of full lips. I can’t forget that body of pure muscle that you could easily see through that firm fitting white Tee he had on. Now, it’s off and . . .
crap
. He has me so worked up, I can barely breathe.
This is embarrassing.

      Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I imagine he probably tastes minty and fresh; perfectly refreshing. For some stupid reason, I had the urge to run my tongue over those full lips. They just looked so soft and inviting; calli
ng me to feel them, suck them. The way he was looking at me; oh fuck, it was like he was tasting me in a way I have never been tasted. I liked it. Dammit, why did I like it?

      “Um . . . Aspen. Hello. Am I talking to my damn self?
Snap out of it.”

      I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes away from Mr. Sex himself. “What? I’m listening.” I bring my eyes up to meet hers, but they quickly stray back over to
him
as I pretend to pay attention to her.

      Brushing her burgundy locks over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes at me and grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s just get closer so you can drool over sexy stripper boy up close.
There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop being so shy. We’re here to have fun.”

      I huff and pull my hand out of her grip. There’s no way I’m going over there and giving him the pleasure of seeing me watching him. I’m only here because Paige is getting married. Hell, I’m not even watching
Cale
and I’ve known him for years. I’ll just stay where I’m at. No thank you.