by Bellus, HJ
The brunette doesn’t handle the space very well, tugging on his face and bringing him back to her. Cole finally lets loose, not worrying about work or his brothers, or for that matter, whatever the fuck happens tonight. He kisses the brunette back hard, invading her mouth with his tongue and fisting her hair, tugging her head to the side to get deeper into her. She moans into his mouth and mimics his actions.
The blonde doesn’t slow her pace on his cock, even adding some teeth to the mixture, damn near making him come in her mouth. It takes every bit of his willpower to fight off the pending orgasm as her mouth fucks him and he attacks the brunette in front of him. Cole lifts her to the countertop, nudging her legs open a little, but not paying attention to her core even though her tiny skirt begs for it.
“Show me your tits,” he growls as he clenches his eyes shut and throws his hands in the blonde’s hair, forcing her head to move faster, but he only does this for a moment before he pops her off his cock.
“Slow down. You’re going to make me come and ruin the whole party.”
The blonde looks up to Cole through a lusty glaze. “But I’m thirsty.”
Cole grabs a glass near him on the counter and pours another shot. He notices the brunette has lifted her skirt and is stroking herself. The sight of the over-eager slut nearly causes him to blow.
“Stop, not until I tell you to.” He grabs her hand, pulls her a bit forward, and dangles her wet fingers in front of her friend’s face. He lets them graze her lips and watches as she licks them.
“Mmm. Crystal, you taste so good. I bet you’d let me make you come.” She takes one long suck on her finger, licking her juices clean, and then zeroes back in on Cole. Her hands don’t touch him. She grasps the hem of her skimpy lace top and drags it over her head. Her double D’s appear before Cole as Crystal goes back to playing with herself.
His head spins, not knowing what the fuck to do. He finally takes his dick and dips it in the shot glass full of tequila.
“You said you were thirsty?”
The blonde nods as her fingers pluck at her nipples.
Cole drops the shot glass by her jaw, using his fingers to part her lips, and then lets the liquid flow down her throat.
“Now, don’t make me come. Go slow.” He turns to the brunette on the counter, who has begun to moan and writhe as her hand quickens the pace.
“I thought I told you no.” He grabs her hand and goes down to play with her titties, but is distracted by someone clearing their throat.
The two women have driven Cole nearly mad, causing him to forget only a counter shielded them from the rest of the party. When he looks over the bar, he sees Kam has joined the party and is already surrounded by a bunch of women, but then he focuses in on the man leaning against the stove opposite him.
“Looks like your hands are full.”
Cole’s cock bounces off the roof of the blonde’s mouth as he studies the man before them. He’s tall, lean, and blond, with baby blue eyes. Cole throws him a friendly nod, but doesn’t answer. He watches as the man closes the distance between them. He walks to the girl on the counter and places his hand near her ass. He faces Cole, sandwiching the blonde between them.
It’s a stalemate as all four of them stay frozen in their spots until the blonde on her knees turns to face the stranger’s clothed cock. Cole glances down at it as well and can tell the other man is hard and ready to play. She looks back up to Cole before doing anything, and all it takes is a simple nod from him and she’s unzipping the man’s jeans. And when he springs free from his pants, Cole knows this night will be one for the record books.
He guides the back of the blonde’s head until her lips reach the tip of his cock. Cole studies the stranger’s face as she begins sucking him, and it’s clear that pleasure begins to prick at his skin.
It’s a pretty well-known fact that Cole doesn’t discriminate between male and female. Hell, he’s still not sure what he likes best, but he knows the hot party mess needs to make their way to the bedroom, as he feels staring eyes on them.
“Let’s go…”
The man sinks his fingers into Crystal’s pussy and begins working her over. Cole’s attention is hypnotized by the action of his fingers and then goes back to analyze the pleasure covering his face. The stranger uses his other hand to pull the blonde off of him. He steps closer, brushing up against Cole, and this action unleashes something inside Cole. Before he bends one of them over and begins fucking them in public, he distracts himself by facing Crystal and taking her lips to his.
He begins a grueling, punishing kiss, biting her tongue and exploring every inch of her mouth. A hand wraps around his cock and begins to stroke him. First it’s slow, and then about every three strokes it’s a quick jerk. He pulls from her lips, placing his hands on the counter and growling out his pleasure. Looking down, he sees Crystal’s lips wrapped back around the stranger while both of her hands massage his balls, and when his focus is on his own dick, it’s the man’s hand stroking him.
He takes a quick step back, breaking all bodily contact with the group. Each of them looks at him in shock.
“Bedroom now.” Cole doesn’t wait for answers as he pulls up his jeans and begins walking down the hall. He leans against the dark door to his room, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers. Cole hasn’t been with a guy since Creed. The only person he’s ever fallen in love with and then was crushed by. But the feel of that stranger stroking his cock is something he can’t deny. It’s like his body was made for another man to pleasure, and they knew exactly how to play him like a fiddle.
A hand touches the middle of his back, and turning his head he sees his three new friends standing behind him. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he also knows there’s nothing else in the fucking world he wants right now. He just hopes these women don’t freak the fuck out when he has his way with the stranger. He’s found some women can handle it, while others draw their hard limits.
He’s pretty sure by their brazen acts that there will be no problems whatsoever. He shuts and locks the door behind them.
“What happens in here stays in here?” It’s Cole who speaks first.
The women nod and stand watching as they begin to strip off their clothes piece by piece. Without words, they make their way to the men and drop to their knees before them. The men gaze down and watch the women’s fingers undo their jeans, springing their cocks from their pants once again. But before they give head, they begin kissing each other.
“Fuck, man, I’m not going to last long.”
Cole looks at the man and smiles. “We have all night and plenty of drinks.”
“I’m Dalton.”
“I’m Cole.” Both men’s gazes go back down to the women. Cole feels that familiar jerking motion and looks down to see Dalton’s hand working him over again.
“Top or bottom?” Cole asks.
“I hope this cock fucks me at some point tonight.”
A stream of pre-cum escapes Cole, covering Dalton’s hand.
Cole turns to face Dalton, grabs the back of his head, and pulls him down to his lips. The musky smell covering his mouth drives him mad as Dalton’s hand still works him over.
Cole pulls away slightly, placing his hand over Dalton’s. “If you want fucked, then you better slow down.”
Dalton bites Cole’s bottom lip. “Then let’s fuck already.”
Cole doesn’t lose eye contact or pull his lips away as he reaches down, grabbing one of the women by the hair. He’s not even sure which one he snags, but drags her to the bed.
He finally pulls from Dalton as he positions her on the bed.
“Fuck her,” he demands.
The other woman goes down on Cole and begins sucking him. It’s not as good as before, and he’s thankful because it’s just enough to keep him hard but not blow.
He watches as Dalton rips opens a condom and places it on, but then glides between her legs. He doesn’t ease it
in her, and Cole knows he’s ready to be fucked.
He pulls from the brunette, dims the light, and grabs a few things from his nightstand. When he returns to the bed, Crystal is on the blonde’s face, muffling her screams as she’s being thoroughly fucked. Dalton and Crystal attack each other’s lips, and for an instant Cole is jealous of Crystal.
He readies himself as he joins the group on the bed. He’s never felt his cock throb so hard before. His hands roam Dalton for several moments, groping his heavy balls and then lingering up the seam and playing with his ass. He can’t handle it anymore, and pushes his cock against Dalton’s asshole.
Dalton breaks from Crystal and freezes his fucking action with the blonde. Dalton looks back over his shoulder as far as he can and studies Cole’s face. Cole grunts in the dark as his cock squeezes in. He tries to take it easy, paying careful attention not to hurt Dalton, but it only takes moments before his hips find a steady rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Soon Dalton resumes fucking the blonde.
Crystal’s orgasm lapsed moments ago on her friend’s face. She stands and then lies down by her friend’s side and begins kissing and licking up her juices. Both men grunt loudly at the sight.
“C’mon, Lex, let go. I want to get fucked, too.”
The blonde, Lex, squirms and begins screaming as Dalton finds a punishing pace, fucking her as he gets pounded by Cole. The three set a grueling pace while Crystal continues to pet and rub any area of skin she can get to. Lex screams out her orgasm, then Dalton spills into her, but he doesn’t stop there. He continues to grunt and move with Cole, but it’s only moments before Cole picks up speed and falls over the edge.
He collapses on the pile of sweaty bodies, feeling the best he has in a very long time, but completely exhausted.
“Hey, it’s my turn.” Crystal pushes at the men’s shoulders. Cole can only grumble and knows there’s no way he has the energy to give her what she wants. Dalton rolls over and pushes Cole off of him. He stretches out on his back and motions for her to climb on. She doesn’t hesitate before she takes position and starts riding. Cole watches Dalton’s jaw tighten as she covers him and takes control.
Dalton clutches Cole’s hand while he lets the woman ride him, and then he turns his head to face Cole.
“I’m married.”
“What?” Cole covers his forehead with his free hand.
“I’m married and just like to fuck.”
Every muscle in his body aches and screams at him as he rolls around the mess of sheets. The sheets were ripped from every corner and balled up in the middle. Cole feels around for bodies in his bed, but finds it lonely and cold.
There’s no sign of a hangover, and he knows it’s because only four shots of tequila could never get him hammered. He scrubs his eyes, remembering last night, and shakes his head. He hasn’t been with a man in such a long time he forgot what it felt like and the high it gave him. Dalton was an incredible piece of art, and he enjoyed every single minute of consuming him.
In the majority of his threesomes that involve men, he only watches the other man, rarely acting on his guilty pleasure. Last night was different, though—so very different. It may be the worst thought he’s ever processed, but he was thrilled to find out Dalton was married because there’d be no chance of falling for him.
It needs to be one of those things where he fucks it out of his system and moves on. Cole’s not sure if he wants to ever settle down, so the question of whether it be with a guy or woman is truly something he can’t comprehend. He likes to feel good and will do anything to get there.
“Fuck,” he growls, trying to sit up.
His body isn’t happy with him. He lost track of how many rounds the four of them went, but knows it was a fucking epic night that will hold him over for the week. His planner is filled with business meetings, finishing touches at the nightclub, and his shift at the hospital.
***
Cole pulls into a smaller parking spot at the club and is immediately thankful he brought the sports car rather than the brothers’ SUV. He spots Creed’s car and feels his stomach roll with disgust. He still doesn’t know how the hell the man got hired, and then his dumbass brother makes him head bartender. He just hopes he fucks up before they move on to the next city, because he can’t wait to fire his ass.
Cole walks straight to the booth he prefers without making eye contact with anyone. He looks around, noting everything that still needs to be completed. Several other bars are going up around the edge of the club, while a crew works on installing the dance floor in the middle. It’s practically the size of a fucking football field.
Cole has picked up Eli’s share of work and is starting to feel it as he sees the huge stack of papers in the booth. He needs a fucking assistant, and a hot one at that. One he could fuck and then get back to work with a clear head. Cole chuckles at his own thoughts, knowing the reality of that isn’t in reach.
He begins going through the paperwork, looking over taxes and liquor licenses, making sure not one thing is out of place. Their documents need to be airtight to keep the Harwells from interfering. He’s not as worried about them since their shit crashed and burned, but more about opening when they had promised the public. Fuck, there’s already radio ads about the opening only three short months away.
“Sir, Creed sent me over here to see if you wanted a drink.”
He looks up to a server dressed in her uniform. They came in this morning, and Kam’s been here assigning them and making sure they look perfect on each employee. At Made To Sin, female servers wear a black bikini bottom with bling covering their ass, and a cut off tank top with “Made To Sin” printed across the front in a jagged red font.
The servers and bartenders are encouraged to tan and be extra glitzy when they show up for work. Bad hair days are no excuse. The waitress standing before him could be a poster child for Made To Sin. Bleached blonde hair is piled up on her head, exposing her neck and not distracting from her cleavage. Her skin is an olive color with hints of glitter all over her body.
Any man would love to have her. Too bad she’s an employee, because they’re all off limits.
“Nice job on the outfit,” Cole finally says, pointing up and down in her direction.
“Thank you, Cole. Need a drink?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
He watches as she walks off and her gems sparkle in the light. His eyes are glued to her ass and her long, luscious legs. This is their goal, to make every male customer want to watch the servers come and go and keep spending that money on alcohol.
The same goes for the female customers. All male servers and bartenders wear black skinny jeans and only a bowtie. Their lady customers go nuts over them. The brothers also make sure the lighting in the club is perfect to give their customers the glimpses they need while keeping it nice and dark on the dance floor for whatever happens.
Hundreds of booths border the outside of the dance floor, and that’s where the lighting is crucial, not only for their customers to ogle, but to also hold conversations with friends. All of this is Eli’s job. He’s always loved designing and drawing up plans. Each club has the same feel and color scheme, but a slightly different layout that’s unique to that specific club.
Cole pushes the huge task of finishing that job from his mind and goes back to the paperwork. He’ll go to the hospital later to confirm all the details with Eli and move forward. He doesn’t want to unload any of the booths or furniture until he knows for sure where they’re going.
“Cole.”
When he looks up, he grips onto his pencil so tightly he breaks it in half. Creed is standing there in his club outfit. Black skinny jeans that hug his V perfectly, even allowing a peek at his happy trail, and a black bowtie.
“What?”
“I just…uh.” Creed fiddles with his fingers and avoids eye contact.
“Look at me when you fucking talk. It’s the least you could do.”
“I just want to say I�
��m sorry.”
Cole jumps to his feet and is mere inches from the other man. If he leans slightly, he could cover Creed’s lips. When his scent hits Cole, he finds himself fighting the urge to do just that.
“You’re sorry? Sorry for what?’
Creed stands speechless.
“Here, let me make a list for you. Are you sorry for cheating on me? Breaking my heart? Being a douche bag? Or do you feel sorry for yourself since you made me fall in love with you and then ruined it all?”
“Cole, I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“I fell for you. You’re the only person I’ve ever told I love them, and then you stole money from me and cheated on me.” Cole places his hands on his hips. “So, see, your sympathy or sorrow or whatever you’re trying to express here means absolutely fucking nothing to me.”
Creed doesn’t try to respond and begins to walk away. “One more thing, Creed.”
Creed freezes, but doesn’t turn around.
“Don’t you dare ever talk to me again.”
Creed doesn’t make eye contact, and Cole hopes the fucking puke got the message loud and clear. The night he caught Creed in bed with a woman at their normal meeting spot hurt, but it killed him when he realized he had stolen thousands of dollars from him during the months they spent together.
Cole met Creed the second night they were in L.A., and they hit it off. Cole distracts himself, digging back into the paperwork and ignoring Creed and the way he made him feel. He lets his work dull his pain as he loses himself in it.
He’s not sure how many hours have passed, but it’s after eight o’clock when he looks up at the clock on the wall. He decides it’s been a day and sets off to meet Eli. He hasn’t heard from anyone today, and his guilt immediately kicks in. He’ll never know how to juggle the responsibility of everything. His momma used to tell him that things have a way of working themselves out, and there’s no use stressing to death.