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  Gipping her by the hips, Nico gets behind her and slips inside her. He lets out a little moan as he squeezes her ass and slowly starts moving in and out. “Oh shit! Yeah, baby. Suck his dick faster. Take it deep.”

  I wrap Peyton’s hair around my fist and start thrusting my hips faster as her speed picks up. “Fuck yeah, baby. Take it at the back of your throat. I’m about to blow.” I feel my orgasm building, so I pull out of Peyton’s mouth, yank my condom off, and aim for her mouth.

  She opens wide, taking my cock into her mouth, and swallowing every last drop like a pro. I reach over and grab the back of Nico’s head, causing him to speed up. The sight of me busting my load in Peyton’s mouth pushes him over the edge, and within seconds he is shaking in his own orgasm.

  He pushes himself deep, burying his cum as deep as he can. “Holy shit! What the fuck! That feels so damn good.” He stills for a second and pulls out before pulling Peyton’s body up so that her back is pressed against his chest. He lays one arm across her breasts, cupping the farthest one and runs the opposite hand down her stomach until it’s cupping her mound.

  She leans her head back and I grab the back of Nico’s head, pushing his mouth against hers. He almost pulls back from the taste of me in her mouth, but I reach out and grab his hand, pushing his finger into her wet pussy. She begins grinding her bare ass against him, causing him to go stiff instantly. This is enough to get him going again.

  He kisses her harder and deeper while moaning, ready for another round. He watches as Peyton breaks the kiss, lies on her back, and spreads her legs wide before him. I grab his shaft and begin stroking as he watches her. “You see your cum running out of her pussy, Nico?” I increase speed, making him hard as a rock. He nods. “She can hold more . . .”

  After a few more strokes, I rub Nico’s cock over Peyton’s wet little pussy, aligning it with the opening, causing them both to moan out. “Fill her, fuck her, and don’t stop until she’s filled to max capacity with your cum.”

  I back away from the two of them as he follows my command. I reach for a damn cigarette and enjoy the show before me. I deserve one after this shit. I should feel some kind of pride for getting them both off and for knowing that they both came here looking for it. But I still feel empty.

  There’s my screwed up and twisted. This is the person I’ve become, the life I live . . .

  Chapter Two

  Hemy

  I’m standing in Cale’s kitchen waiting on the idiot to gather his shit when Slade walks in wearing his damn suit. I’m never going to get used to this sight. I’m used to him taking clothes off not putting them on. The sleeves to his white button down are rolled up to the elbows, exposing his tattoos, and even I have to admit he looks sort of badass. It makes me want to buy some suits just to strip out of them. That would be a for sure way to pull pussy, not that I have a problem in that area, but it seems women have some sort of fantasy for men in suits. I may just raid his closet later for a trial run.

  “Dude.” I grip his shoulder and shake him as he reaches in the fridge to pull out a beer. “Since when the hell do you drink beer?”

  He smirks while leaning against the fridge and unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. “I told you, man. I’m done with that hard shit. I don’t need it anymore.” He takes a swig of his beer. “I can’t be all shitfaced when I have a woman to please and a job to do. I’m not fucking shit up.”

  Wish I would have been that smart.

  “Good shit. Where is that sexy little mama anyways? I’m sure she’s missing me by now.” I wink and grab his beer out of his hand. I get ready to take a drink, but he swats my dick, causing me to groan out as he steals his beer back.

  “My bad, mother fucker,” he says with a grin. “And hell no. She doesn’t miss you. Trust me. I keep my woman well above satisfied. Why do you think we never leave the bedroom?” He gives me a cocky grin.

  “It would be better if I joined. You can’t deny it,” I tease, causing him to tense up. “She’s already touched my-”

  “Umm. What are you boys doing in here?”

  We both look over to see Aspen leaning against the door wearing one of Slade’s t-shirts. She smiles at me before turning her attention to Slade and practically growling.

  Slade tilts back his beer before shoving it into my chest and walking over to stand in front of Aspen. He presses his body against hers and kisses her neck before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

  “Mmm . . . damn baby. You’ve been here waiting for me?” Aspen nods her head while biting her bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about your sexy ass all day. I need a taste of my woman.”

  She pulls Slade’s bottom lip into her mouth, causing him to growl. “I want to see you strip out of that sexy suit, baby. You know, I still can’t get used to seeing you in it, but it’s so, so, so sexy.” I watch as she trails her tongue along his jaw up to the lobe of his ear.

  “Oh yeah. Keep on talking like that and I’ll take you right here.”

  Pushing down on my erection, I lean against the counter and eye them both up. “Hell yes. Just don’t get mad if I jerk off to you guys fucking. I’ll do my best not to join.” I pause as they both look over at me. “Unless you want me to. I don’t mind getting you both off. My cock is irresistible, so don’t complain if you get addicted.”

  “Fuck off, Hemy.” Slade calls over his shoulder as he starts walking away with Aspen. “Save your dick for the private party tonight. I’m sure you’ll be using it a lot.”

  Aspen smiles at me from over Slade’s shoulder and I bite my bottom lip as I point at my cock in question. She laughs and shakes her head as I tilt back the bottle of beer.

  Aspen and I have a little playful side, but Slade has gotten used to it. He knows I would never really fuck with his woman. Back before, I thought nothing of it, because Slade treated women just as I do now. Nothing but a good fuck to pass the time and get my head off of shit. Things are different now. Slade is a changed man. He’s been seeing Aspen for a month now. I’ve never seen him so damn happy in my life. He even started taking on some cases against drunk drivers or some shit and has completely stopped stripping. He’s working hard toward a happy life for them. Aspen is his Onyx. At least he’s smart enough to keep her.

  Cale passes the happy couple in question and pops into the kitchen. “I’m ready, man. I wanted to wear a uniform or some shit to make it more exciting tonight, but I don’t have shit in my closet.” Cale runs his hand through his hair while in thought. “I’m tired of just stripping out of my jeans and t-shirt. It’s getting boring. Same shit different day.”

  “Is that right?” I think for a second while finishing off the last of the beer in my hand, before tossing the empty bottle in the trash. “Follow me. I’m sure Slade won’t mind if we borrow a couple of his suits. I bet we’ll look like fucking studs. If there was a way to wear an invisible sign that said guaranteed mind-blowing orgasm here, this would be it.” We rush up the steps to Slade’s room.

  When I get to his door I hear something fall over and crash to the floor. This fucker really doesn’t waste any time. I knock once on the door before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

  Oh damn . . .

  Slade has Aspen leaned over his dresser with her hands gripping onto the sides. Her upper half is completely bare and pressed against the wood. He has each of his hands locked onto her hips, lifting her feet off the floor, and pounding into her from behind. He notices me walk in through the reflection in the mirror, so he pounds into her one last time and then stops to yell at us.

  “Seriously, fuckers? Go ahead, just come on in and enjoy the show! Have some damn respect for Aspen at least. Shit.”

  I raise my brows at the both of them and walk over to Slade’s closet. “I’m offended,” I say placing my palm over my heart. “You know damn good and well that I respect your woman. She is one fine piece of ass and she knows it,” I tease and wink at her, now staring back at me in the mirror.

  She smil
es back at my grin, knowing it just revs his engine up more. I knew the girl had a little kinky side buried beneath that shy exterior. I’d be willing to bet she’d let me watch if he would. “Carry on as if we’re not even here. Give us a few minutes and we’ll be gone. We need to borrow a couple of suits for tonight.” I peek over my shoulder and take in the sight of Slade moving in closer to her, as if he’s trying to hide what isn’t even visible. “Don’t keep your lady waiting, Slade.” Giving him hell is so much fun, because he’s so protective of her.

  “You’re a real pain in the ass sometimes. You know that?” Aspen growls out trying to feign anger, but I hear the laughter in her tone she is trying to keep hidden. She has to have a sense of humor to deal with me, because I just don’t give a shit. “At least Cale is decent enough to peek in from the hallway. Yeah, I see you out there.”

  Slade lets out a frustrated growl before standing Aspen up from the dresser and covering her nipples with the length of his arm as well as cupping her mound with the opposite hand. He walks them over together to grab Aspen a sheet to cover up with. “Just pick out your damn suits and get the hell out of here. Take them all. I don’t care. Just hurry the hell up. I’m putting a lock on my door tomorrow.”

  Cale steps into the room and laughs. “The dresser? Really?” Slade is wrapping the sheet around her and pulls out when she is covered enough we can’t see her.

  Slade lights up a cigarette and leans against the dresser with his cock bared for all to see. “Just because I wear a damn suit now doesn’t mean shit. What’s the fun in sex if you aren’t breaking shit and putting holes in the wall? Just hurry up.”

  “Seriously, dumbass,” I jump in. “You would know that if you would actually put your dick in someone. It’s fun. Give it a try sometime.”

  “I plan to, dick. Now let’s get these damn suits and go before we’re late.” Cale shoves me into the closet and reaches for the first suit. “And women don’t seem to complain when I use my tongue.” He sticks his tongue out and starts waving it around.

  “Gross,” Aspen calls out. “I don’t want to hear that, Cale.”

  I reach for a slick black suit and toss it over my shoulder. “Alright, man. Let’s get the hell out of here.

  We arrive at the party and I kill the engine while pumping myself up. It’s not very often that we do parties outside of the club, but one of the girls is turning twenty-one and wanted a big blow out. To be honest, I would rather do a house party anyways. More freedom to please the women.

  I see the headlights to Stone’s Jeep pull up behind us and he quickly jumps out dressed all fly in his own suit. I tug on the sleeve of the white button down before reaching for the black jacket and pulling it on. It’s a little tight, but I still look damn good. Cale is wearing a black suit too except his button down is more of a silver color or some shit, maybe gray, hell I don’t know. It’s cool though. He still looks good.

  “You boys better be on your shit tonight,” I say while stepping out of my truck. “Especially you, rookie.” I point to Stone and shove his shoulder. “Nice fucking suit, man.”

  He pulls down the front of his suit as if he’s all fancy and smirks. “I know.” He starts grinding his hips while messing with his buttons. “Once I start grinding, this suit won’t even matter.” He puts one leg up against his Jeep and starts swaying his hips in a slow motion. “Oh yeah. I’m working my shit tonight.”

  “Take it easy, lady killer,” Cale says with a smirk. “Look.” He nods his head toward the small white house and lifts an eyebrow. “The ladies are spying on us.”

  I tilt my head to the side to take a look. At least six girls are shoved up to the window, watching us with open mouths while fanning themselves off. They’re going to need a lot more than a hand to cool them off once we get inside.

  I walk over to the door with Cale and Stone trailing closely at my heels. I don’t even bother to knock. I just push the door open and step inside. A fast rhythm is playing over the speakers, so I start grinding my body to the music while pulling my tie off and wrapping it around the birthday girl.

  She lets out a nervous laugh while checking me out and fixing her tiara. “Oh my . . . yes.” She takes a step back and I take a step forward, still grinding my hips. “Best birthday gift ever,” she exclaims in a slight slur.

  I wrap my hand around to grab the back of her neck before grinding my body against the front of hers and placing her hands on my chest. I don’t really pay much attention to the other two, but I assume they are doing something similar from all the screaming that is piercing my ears right now.

  Backing the girl up, I walk over to the stereo and change the song. A slow, seductive song comes over the speaker causing my rhythm to become slow and hypnotic. The girl’s hands roam my body as I thrust my hips back and forth, close enough for my cock to hit against her stomach. I’m not wearing any briefs, allowing it to hang free. She feels it hardened against her and starts screaming in excitement.

  “Oh my god!” She covers her mouth to hide her excitement as I push her against a wall and wrap one of her legs around my waist. “Is this really happening?” She squeals. “This is the best birthday ever. Thank you!”

  One of the girls responds from behind me. “Anytime, Jade. Just relax and enjoy. This night is yours.”

  Her voice sounds a bit familiar, but in the heat of the moment I don’t even bother trying to put it together. With both hands I rip my shirt open and watch the girl’s eyes widen as she takes in my sculpted body thrusting in her face.

  I can feel her wetness on my stomach, because she is wearing a short dress with only her panties between us, so I turn us around until she is sitting on top of a table. I run my hand across it to knock a few things out of the way before pulling my shirt and jacket completely off and throwing it aside.

  I hear a few girls scream, so I look over to see Stone already down to a pair of white briefs. He has some girl in a chair and is grinding his dick in her face.

  “Holy shit! Take it off! I can feel it on my face,” the girl screams. “Oh my God, it’s so hard.”

  “Bite it,” another girl screams. “Take me next!”

  I ignore all the noise behind me and focus on the birthday girl. She’s sexy with long red hair and big blue eyes. The dress she is wearing is now pushed up above her hips and she is looking at me as if she’s ready to fuck. This drives me wild, especially with everyone watching.

  “Just so you know, I’ll let the birthday girl touch.” I lean into her ear and whisper, “Anything you want.”

  Her breathing picks up as she looks over my shoulder and then back at me. “I like the sound of that.” She smiles and bites her bottom lip. “Dance for me. I’ve always loved a man in a suit.”

  I pull her by her thighs so that her body is hanging slightly off the table. I wrap my hands into the back of her hair and press my cock against her heat, while grinding my hips. “Touch me,” I whisper. “I’ll even let you taste it.”

  Her hand reaches down in between us as she strokes my cock through the fabric. Her eyes widen as she takes in the size and piercings. “Oh. My. God.” She licks her lips and closes her eyes as she strokes it faster. “I’m so damn horny. It’s my birthday, you know.” She leans in to my neck and kisses it. “No one will mind if I have a little fun. No judging tonight.”

  “Is that right,” I ask. “I can take you right here if you want. I’m here for entertainment and it’s what I do best. I’ll fuck you here, in front of your friends, and put on a good fucking show.”

  Reaching down with one hand I undo my pants and pull them slightly down my hips so the tip of my cock is showing. I move my hips into her and start swaying fast as the song picks up in beat. She’s leaning into me, moaning, until her eyes land on the tattoo on my side. She eyes it for a few seconds before speaking. “Onyx,” she whispers. “Holy shit!” She looks behind me and around for a few seconds before smiling and fingering for someone to come join us. “Look at this. One of the strippers has your name
tattooed on him. That is crazy. I don’t know anyone else by that name.”

  I turn beside me to see a woman with platinum blonde curls, tattoos, and piercing green eyes. The whole world crashes around me. It’s not just any woman. It’s her. It’s Onyx. My Onyx. Except . . . she’s different now. She’s even sexier than I remember and she looks as if she’s just seen a fucking ghost. I can’t breathe for a moment as I take her in, trying to decide if this is really happening. It’s been four years, four fucking years. She is the most beautiful woman, still, to this day.

  Her eyes meet mine and her whole body stiffens, but she doesn’t speak. Her eyes just take me in as if trying to figure out how I look so different.

  Well, damn! I am trying to figure out the same. When did she get all of those damn tattoos and color her hair? She looks wild and dangerous. I love it.

  She’s stunning, hypnotic, and addicting . . . and I want her.

  Four years I have wondered where she’s at and here she is right in my damn face.

  Chapter Three

  Onyx

  My heart has literally just stopped in my chest. Four years. I have gone four years avoiding the very man that is standing next to me with his dick practically hanging out of his pants. And of course, it’s for another woman. I guess some things never change.

  Hemy. My Hemy?

  No matter how hard I want to deny it, my traitorous heart gives me away. This man still makes my heart beat wild in my chest and steals my breath away with just one look into those amber eyes. This is going to be hard. Really hard.