by Amo Jones
“Do you trust me, Vicky?” he asks while reaching for my hand.
“No, no I definitely do not trust you right now Blake, I’m not one of those females that are willing to put all their trust into the first guy that makes her extremely sex driven.”
He laughs at me. Asshole.
“I’m serious Blake, I’m not a ‘Ride or Die’ kind of chick, I have questions. Like where are we riding to? Why do I have to die? Can’t I just be a stay home, you fuck me when you want and call me later kind of chick?”
A slow but panty dropping smirk comes on full HD display across his face; he steps up to me, taking my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips.
“You’re so fucking different, I hate it.”
“Thanks. I think.” I reply as I clutch my hand into his.
“Come on, it’s play time.”
I don’t think I want to play with him; his toys scare me.
Once we reach the door, he reaches into his back pockets and pulls out a blindfold. Where did that come from, MacGyver.
“This is an elite club Vicky, only the best of the best come here, out of complete discretion,” he pauses for a second before continuing.
“Just trust me baby, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”
I glance down at the black blindfold, lined with lace around it, and look back into his eyes; those damn eyes, they had me at day one. I nod my head in approval. My hormones are obviously doing all the thinking for me, because my brain has left the building; maybe I left it in West Beach. I seem to be making a lot of out of this world decisions since being here. This is all Jesse’s fault.
He comes up behind me; placing the blindfold over my eyes, while slowly kissing wet kisses down the side of neck. I feel his lips brush up against my ear, before he lightly bites down on it. Hearing a door open, all I see is blackness. I hear music playing in the background, with people talking; at least, I think they are talking. Blake brings his lips back to my ear.
“There are three couples in this room Vicky, and all the girls are blindfolded, understood?”
I swallow loudly, my head is screaming NO, this is definitely not good, but my instincts to explore are telling me, this is very fucking good. “Okay.”
He proceeds to lead me into a room I am guessing, I hear the voices go quite and Blake’s grip that he had on my arm let go.
“Strip,” is the next thing I hear come out of his mouth.
“What?” I whisper, thinking that maybe he could still hear me. He wants me to strip in front of three other men? He definitely is in this for a good time only. I swallow down my thoughts before beginning this “show” for him.
Blake
“Strip,” I demand from her as she stands in the middle of the room. I look over to the other three men that are sitting here about to get the show of their life, Vicky’s body is out of this world. She slowly zips the back of her tight dress down; making it drop to her feet, standing there with her hair around her face, falling perfectly past her tits. The blindfold is sitting on her eyes and she is in the sexiest lace get up I have ever seen. She looks fucking phenomenal. I take a long drag of my beer, trying to swallow the jealousy I can feel creeping up inside me. This has never happened before; I fucking never get jealous during a scene. I can’t feel; this is hopefully what is going to stop me from feeling for her. Ryder gets up and starts to make his way to her. Ryder has been a part of Sinstation since the beginning; however, no one can know that he attends these parties. Ryder Oakley is the lead singer of Spinal Tap, who are the most famous rock band out today; and I know that if she saw him she would be begging him to put his dick down her throat, like every other girl in this universe. So the blindfold can stay. He proceeds to make his way to her and my uneasiness continues to grow. Pull yourself together, Blake.
Vicky
My nervousness is getting the best of me as my breathing picks up. I feel someone come up next to me and whisper in my ear, “You alright with this babe? You look a little nervous.” His voice is smooth, but at the same time, it’s hard; that might just be the sexiest voice I have ever heard. I swallow again, turning my head towards the voice.
“I’m good, can’t say I’ve ever done anything like this before, but there’s a first for everything.” His hand wraps around my arm softly, turning me towards him; they feel strong and easily wrap around my whole arm. He runs his smooth lips over mine softly, not kissing; just sliding them over, probably testing my interest and I respect that. I can feel two lip rings next to each other on his lips. Well hello there. His hand wraps behind the back of my neck, he bends down pushing my lips against his, and then lightly bites down on my lower lip. A moan slips softly off my lips as he brushes his hands down the front of my body, running them slowly along my breasts and stomach area. I hear a hiss come from somewhere in the room, and I am almost sure it came from Blake. This shit must really turn him on. A hand comes behind my back, un-clasping my bra in one swift move; I feel a breeze skim past my nipples, making them come to life instantly.
“Shit Blake, she’s much better than the last girl you bought in here.”
I stop and my mouth sets into a hard line. “Wait, you do this a lot?” I say to the air, because I have no idea where Blake is. I hear him reply from a small distance in front of me.
“You’re not special darling, of course I have.” His response makes me clench my jaw together. Fucking prick. Turning back to the obviously keen man in front of me, I whisper to him and him only, “Can I see you?”
There is a pause before I feel his hands come up to my blindfold.
“Ryder,” Blake growls in warning from where he is sitting.
“She wants to see who it is touching her Blake, since when is that an issue. They always have the option to choose, and if we don’t like it we can walk out. I want her to see me.” That voice is so alluring, I hope the man who owns it is just as sexy.
He begins pulling off the blindfold, making my hair slowly fall back. I narrow my eyes as they adjust to the dark room; finally opening them I focus my eyes properly, and I cannot believe what I see. Oh my fucking god!
Ryder Oakley
“Oh my god, no freaking way!” I say, throwing my hand up to my mouth. “Ryder Oakley? THE Ryder Oakley, from Spinal Tap?”
He smirks, “The one and only.”
I am star struck; there is no way I was just kissing Ryder freaking Oakley. Kalie is going to flip the fuck out. “Is it completely inappropriate to ask you for your autograph right now?”
He laughs, “I can sign it in between your legs?”
I blush bright beetroot red. Holy shit. “Okay, deal.”
He smiles, putting the blindfold back on my eyes, and I let him; now I know what I’m dealing with, I’m only happy to have him between my legs on any occasion. Please, I’ve had worse. He brings his lips back to mine; kissing me deep and hard before running his tongue down my neck to my breasts, pulling them both into his warm mouth. I bring my arms up around his neck, stepping closer to him; thinking this is exactly what Blake wants, this is how he plays, it is twisted and sick but this… I can live with. I run my hands through his hair as his face drags down to my core; he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his face and dropping me onto a bed. Where the hell did the bed come from? Spreading my legs wide, he begins to draw a pattern in my inner thigh; I giggle because it tickles and I know what he has just done, hot. I feel the roughness of his jeans brush up against my core, making me widen my legs even more, letting him in gladly. I still have a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach; once again I’m having to remind myself that Blake doesn’t care, this is what he does and I am not special… his words, not mine. I feel a bulge pushing into my core and grinding into me; pushing myself back up to him, it feels like it’s just me and him, no one else. The next time this blindfold comes off, I need to check around this room. I did not even get to have a proper look around last time to see who exactly is in here. Shit, sloppy move Vicky.
“I’ll put som
e music on,” I hear Blake say from a short distance; and Avenged Sevenfold’s “Hail to the King” starts pumping loudly through the speakers, putting my body at ease with every strum of the guitar. “Put it on repeat,” Ryder murmurs into the crook of my neck.
These men are going to absolutely annihilate me, and I will love every bit of it. Feeling his breath down the side of my neck, his voice vibrates on my skin. “You sure you’re cool with this? I can take you into a private room where Blake can’t shoot daggers at me?”
My face drops at the mention of Blake’s name. “It’s fine, this was his idea after all, it must be what he wants.”
I feel a deep chuckle against my neck. “A revenge fuck? My favourite kind,” Before he drags his hands down to my core, rubbing me slowly. He starts to pull my panties down my legs, and I can hear moaning coming from somewhere in the room. Something deep, dark and seductive takes over my body, as I let the feeling of uneasiness go and my inner kinky side come out. Are those moans coming from Blake? I squash back my thoughts. If they are, it does not bother me; if anything, it turns me on more. What we have is not serious; it is a twisted game. My thoughts are paused as I feel a hot mouth right between my legs; I moan out in complete and utter euphoria as Ryder’s 5 o’clock shadow grazes lightly between my thighs, before bringing himself back up to me. I feel him move off the bed and hear a buckle undo. Holy shit, I’m so turned on right now it’s insane; who would have knew, I kind of dig group sex. Kneeling back onto the bed, I feel him come back down; nibbling my neck softly, as I hear a condom wrapper opening. “Ryder,” a soft but hard growl vibrates around the room. In between another girl moaning, I answer back to Blake’s growl, “Blake, unless you’re going to come join in, you need to shut the fuck up right now.”
I feel Ryder’s chest shaking on top of me from his laughing, “Yo, she’s a keeper B.”
There is a moment of silence, and then I feel a soft finger run down my cheek.
“And you think you can take both me and Ryder?” Blake asks as he pulls his hand away from my cheek.
“Positive.” Way too much confidence Abrahams, no one likes a cock tease. Blake chuckles, and then I feel the bed dip with another body. I’m swallowing down my nerves as Ryder rolls to the other side of me. The moaning that I was hearing has now stopped, I hear a “Shhh” come from someone else in the room. Great, I have an audience; I can now add “porn star” to my résumé. Call me Doubles88, because both of these men are packing 8er’s.
“Ryder? Stay the fuck on your side,” Blake sneers. I hear Ryder laugh.
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Fuck, I am really doing this. Blake turns my head towards him and whispers against my lips, “Take off the blind fold, Vicky.” I swiftly take it off, and look at both sexy men sitting on either side of me. I smile and Blake smiles back at me, and I think I melt a little. Not good at all. Blake runs his thumb over my bottom lip, before taking me into his mouth. I am getting lost in Blake’s kiss, when I feel another hand run over my nipple. I arch my back, wanting more of everything, when I feel a second set of hands down on my core. Getting to work, I reach for Blake first almost as a reflex; I pause and reach up to Ryder instead, kissing him while Blake makes his way down my legs. I take hold of Ryder’s cock and start pumping it slowly, rubbing his wet, slick tip all over with my thumb to add lube. Blake stops, picks me up and flips me over on to my tummy with an added slap to my ass. Now I am face down, ass up. I hear a condom rip open while he still plays with my clit from behind, and I find myself pushing into his hand, working myself up. I glance up to Ryder who is now directly in front of me, so I grab his dick in my hand, beginning to swallow him deep down into my throat. Just as I start licking around him, Blake slams into me from behind in one hard thrust, I scream out from the raw pleasure as Ryder takes my hair, wraps it around his wrist; and fucks my mouth. I have never felt so turned on; I never want it to end. My body has other plans though it seems, as a few deep thrusts later, the evidence of my orgasm is dripping down Blake’s thick cock; and a few seconds later, I feel Ryder’s cock pulse down my throat, along with Blake’s. I flop down on to my stomach, physically exhausted from tonight. I forgot about our audience, but I do not want to move. I hear both of the boys chuckle as they are getting their jeans on. “What?” I ask. Shit, the sight I have in front of me, both of them standing there with nothing but their jeans on? It’s a sight to see.
“Nothing babe, you’re a good time,” Ryder replies after pulling his top down.
“Remember that, because it will be your only time,” Blake replies with a hint of humour in his tone. I look over to the people that are watching us; there are three girls sitting, looking at us on a huge sofa. One, I notice, is without a partner; and she seems to be sneering, with an evil look directed right at me. I get off the bed and put my clothes back on in record time. By the time I am finished, this girl has drilled holes into my head with her stares.
“Do you have a problem?” I ask her bluntly, I am in no mood to deal with anyone’s shit.
She walks up to me, curling my hair behind my ear until I pull my head away from her, “Oh sweetie, you think Blake cares about you? The only girl he has ever cared about is me,” she laughs before walking out of the room. I look over to Blake who is standing there motionless, and emotionless. “Who was that?” I ask, pointing to the now empty area that it was standing in. One of the other girls comes up to me. “Hi, I’m Megan, I’m with Tommy, the bass player,” she says all bouncy and chirpy, pointing over to Tommy; who is a big gorilla sized man with long hair. Under other circumstances, I would talk to her but not right now, right now I need words with Blake. “Blake? Who was that?”
Tommy steps in, looking at me. “Corrin, aka Blake’s ex-girlfriend, aka co-owner of this club,” he smirks around the neck of his bottle. Looking back at Blake, I see his face is still blank, probably expecting me to go 100 shades of crazy on his ass; instead, I laugh.
“Blake, chill. At least the bitch saw me naked. I know you have a huge past; I will never hold that against you.” He swings his head around to me, a small, proud smile on his lips; he walks up to me and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Are you even real?” he asks as he starts kissing down my neck, moaning. He just fucking moaned against my neck. My body is instantly alert and in desperate need of him again. “Let’s go,” he says as he takes my hand in his. We are walking out the door when Ryder yells out, “Vicky? Your phone, darling.” I walk back over to him and take my phone, but he does not give it to me straight away; instead, he looks deep into my eyes and smirks. Jesus, I have seen enough hot men to last me a lifetime… in my spank bank they go. “There is an extra number in there,” he says, letting my phone go and winking at me. I turn around and go to walk back out the door, trying not to think too much into his comment. “You good?” Blake asks as we are walking back outside. “Yep, I’m good. So tell me, is this going to be a regular thing for us?”
He laughs as we reach his bike. “Do you want it to be?” I take my helmet that he is reaching out to me. “Maybe, we’ll see.”
“Do you need to be anywhere?” he asks, getting onto his bike.
“Nope.”
He smiles while starting up his bike. I swing my leg over it and hang on. I think I am getting the hang of this.
~*~
Under an hour later, we are pulling up to a high surveillance gate. He gets off and types in a pin before getting back onto his bike and pulling us into a huge, and I mean huge house; it has a big five-car garage to the right side of it too. Holy shit, it is beautiful. Cutting the engine, I get off and look around. “Wait, is this your house?” I ask shocked.
“Yeah, she’s mine. I built her from the ground up,” he replies while fishing his keys out of his pocket. “You actually built it?” Maybe I misheard. This man is a biker.
“Yeah, and hired the boys.”
“Zane and Ade?” I ask. He laughs while pushing opening the door.
“Definitely not, the only thing
Ade can build is a weapon.” He continues, “The boys that work for me Vicky, I own Rendon Construction.” I raise my eyebrows, realising I stereotyped him and now I feel shit. “I had no idea, it’s amazing in here.” The décor is all very bachelor, as I would expect from Blake. I follow him down a long hallway that leads to a room, that you need to step three steps down to get to the door. Opening the door, I see it is a gaming room; a very big gaming room. The entire left side of the wall is lined with old arcade games, there is a pool table sitting right in the middle, with a large TV and surround sound system covering the whole room. To the right there’s a large L shaped sofa, and huge floor to ceiling glass doors that open out to a wraparound porch area and backyard. I can see there is a bar right outside the doors, making it the perfect entertainment flow for men. He walks over to the bar fridge, pulling out two beers before walking back over to me. I take a drink and point over to the pool table. “You play?” I ask him, deciding I want to play a game. “Do you?” he asks, with a cocky smirk on his lips, while taking a drink.
“I’m a keen learner, and just love doing first time activities,” I tease, tilting my head to the side and taking another large swig of my drink. “I’ll set us up,” he walks over to the table and puts all the balls into the triangle, lining it up onto the dot. He passes me a cue stick. “I’ll break.” I laugh.
“Okay then Hercules, you do the honours.” He throws me a second glance, his eyes slightly narrow, “The slick shit that comes out of your mouth fucking gets me, you’re different, Abrahams.”
“Stop wasting time and break the balls Blake, the sooner you do, is the sooner I get to lick yours.” Now I feel like tormenting him, if he thinks the stuff I say out loud is bad; he should hear the stuff I keep to myself. After laughing, he leans down, hitting the balls and sinking little heads. This man has no idea. After getting two more in, it is my turn. He walks up behind me, pushing his pelvis into my ass; making me notice his thick bulge, while showing me how to line up and shoot them in. “When you think it’s lined up, slide the stick in with force behind you.” Hmmm, much like his fucking skills. I pull back with no help from him whatsoever, and shoot the first one in clean. I then move to the next ball, shooting that one in also. Five balls later and I slip. I look up to him and he is smirking at me, with surprise all over his face. “Where did you learn to play like that?” I shrug my shoulders.