Victoria Ashley: Slade

Oh fuck. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock just got even harder.

“Well, then I guess we better get started.” I put out the cigarette, push past Cale and slide under the sheet. I reach for the condom on the nightstand and rip the wrapper open with my teeth. “This is going to have to be a quick one,” I mumble before spitting the wrapper out and rolling the condom over my erection.

Lex looks at me questionably and nods to Cale. “You’re going to fuck me while he watches?”

I smirk as I flip her over and shove her head down into the mattress. “If he doesn’t get out of my room, then yes, I’m going to fuck you while he watches.” I peek over my shoulder at Cale and he lifts an eyebrow, his interest now peaked. “You’ve got three seconds and the counting started two seconds ago.”

Pointing to Lex, he starts walking backwards while chewing his bottom lip. “As much as I’d love to watch you get fucked, I’m out. This dude gets too fucking wild and I’ll probably hurt myself just watching.” Picking my wallet up from my dresser, he tosses it at my head, but misses. “Hurry your ass up. I’m changing my shit right now and then we need to go.”

Lex moans from below me as I grip her hips, pull her to me and slide inside her. She’s extra wet for me, making it easy to give her a good quick fuck. “You’re so fucking wet. You were craving this cock weren’t you?”

“Dude,” Cale complains from a distance; although, I can still feel his eyes watching us.

“Your three seconds were up.” I thrust my hips, gripping her hair in both my hands. “Mmm . . . fuck.” Damn that feels good. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Leave, Cale!” Lex moans while gripping the sheet. “Oh fuck! You feel even better than what I’ve been told. So thick and oh shit . . . it’s so deep.”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Out!” Lex screams.

“I’m out. I’m out.” Cale backs his way out, shutting the door behind him. The truth is, if it weren’t for Lex kicking him out, I could’ve cared less if he stayed and watched. I’m not ashamed.

Knowing I don’t have a lot of time, I need to get this chick off fast. That’s my rules and I don’t have many. She gets off, then I get off. There is no stopping in between for me. Once I start, this is a done deal.

I can feel her wetness thickening. “You’ve gotten wetter. You like him watching, huh?” I yank her head back and run my tongue over her neck before whispering, “I would’ve let him stay; let him watch me as I fuck your wet pussy. Does that turn you on?”

Before she can say anything else, I push her head back down into the mattress and slam into her while rubbing my thumb over her swollen clit.

Her hands grip the sheets as she screams out and bites down on her arm, trying to silence her orgasm.

Slapping her ass, I ball my fist in her hair and gently pull it back so her back is pressed against my chest. “Don’t fucking hold it back. I want to fucking hear it. Got it?” She shakes her head so I thrust into her as deep as I can go. “Show me how it feels.”

Screaming, she reaches back and grabs my hair, yanking it to the side. This makes me fuck her even harder. “Oh yes! Oh God! Slade, don’t stop.”

Reaching around, I grab her breast in one hand squeezing roughly and bite into her shoulder, rubbing my finger of the opposite hand faster over her slick clit. Her body starts to tremble beneath me as she clamps down hard on my cock. “Oh, shit. Stop, I can’t take it. It fucking feels so good, Slade.”

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.

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 sweat 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.