He ground into her deeply and groaned as he came. The pleasure lasted while she continued to clench around him. Even when he had spent his entire load, the spasms persisted. He gasped several times as his sensitive cock pulsed in time to her vaginal walls. Shuddering with ecstasy, he couldn’t believe it was still happening.
Crystal lay under him, the aftershocks seemingly never ending. Sex with him had never been that good. He was always a great lover, but that night was something else. “God, Tommy.”
Giovanni was a bit jealous. When Tommy collapsed onto Crystal, he wanted to yank him off. However, he did get to see what he wanted. He lost track of the amount of times Crystal had cum. It was just that he hadn’t expected them to get that into it. The last time, it was tamer. They had looked to him for direction.
Tommy pulled out and got to his knees. “Fuck, I need another shower.” He pulled the condom off and walked to the bathroom. Before entering, he nodded at Giovanni. “Thanks, man. She felt so fucking good. If you ever need anything…”
“I’m good.” Giovanni put a hand up. “It was really hot.”
Within 20 minutes, Tommy, Giovanni and Crystal joined the party again. No one seemed to have missed them. Tommy got himself a double Jack Daniels, and then gave one each to Giovanni and Crystal.
“Thanks.” Giovanni downed his quickly. “I needed that.” He was slightly nervous he couldn’t top what Tommy had done to his girlfriend minutes earlier.
Crystal took a whiff of the drink. “Whiskey? Don’t you have anything a bit less, uh… potent?”
Tommy took her glass and drank it himself. “How about Sex on the Beach?” He winked.
She giggled. “Now?” The fantasy he whispered in her ear one night in his bed ran through her mind.
“Mmm, yeah.” Tommy came up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Fucking you while the waves lap at our feet. God, you give me a hard-on.”
Giovanni cleared his throat. “I think he meant the drink.” He tugged Crystal closer. “Tom, please not in front of everyone.”
Taking a step back, Tommy understood. “Stay right here.”
He finished her shot and went to the dining room. After placing the used glasses on the bar along the wall, he nodded at Crazy Mike, who was tending the bar for the time being. Several of the crew volunteered to help out, knowing they’d get laid in return.
“Mike, get me a Sex on the Beach and two more double J.D.s.” Tommy winked at one of the ladies sitting on a stool nearby. He did nothing more because Giovanni and Crystal were staying after the party for a threesome.
Crazy Mike smiled at a blonde who was staring at him. “I’ll be with you as soon as I take care of the birthday boy.” He ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “I got something you can help me with back here.” He glanced at the boner in his pants, and then his eyebrows rose.
Tommy rolled his eyes. The lines Crazy Mike came up with were as bad as Phil’s, but they worked on groupies for some reason. While he waited, he looked around. The large room filled with people, some eating, some drinking, and some just talking. He never knew everyone at his parties, but they normally had a good time. Looked like that party was no exception.
“Here you go, Tom.”
He turned around. “Thanks.”
“Tommy!” a female voice called from the next room.
Drinks in hand, Tommy navigated the room carefully. He found Giovanni and Crystal feet from the door. He handed Giovanni one of the tall shot glasses and Crystal her drink as well.
“Tommy!” another girl shouted.
He turned and smiled. Jon and Dominic were coming in the room with a cake, covered in candles. He walked toward them. The entire room started to sing. He knew it was coming, but blushed a bit anyway.
Dominic pounded him on the back. “You’re catching up to me. Forty’s around the corner.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tommy smirked. “I’m gonna be 25 forever.” He blew out the candles, which took four tries and everyone laughed.
Jon met his eyes when he looked up. “You’re gettin’ old. Too many candles.”
“Fuck you, too.” Tommy chuckled. “Who wants cake?”
Chapter Sixteen
“When was the last time you had a drink?” Dominic asked Crystal as she giggled at nothing again. They were out on Tommy’s balcony again. The music inside had gotten louder.
Crystal grinned at him. “I think… Maybe, um… May or something.” More chuckling. “That sex on the beach is fun…”
Dominic looked at Giovanni, knowing he hated sand. “You?”
“Nope.” Giovanni looked halfway plastered at that point. “Maybe Tommy fucked her out there. That’s a good idea. We should…”
Chad quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, knowing he was about to blurt out something he would regret. “You’re more lit up than me.” He stumbled as he tried to hold onto Giovanni. “Just shut up, man. I thought you wanted that stuff quiet.” Chad only knew because Giovanni told him not an hour earlier that Tommy was part of their sex life.
Giovanni pulled away. “Cut it out, Chad,” he slurred, and then stumbled a bit.
Heather came out just in time to see Chad catch Giovanni. She bit her lip and stared at the two well-built men. A glance at Dominic told her he did not have remotely as good a physique. However, he was a great guy and treated her like no other man had.
“Got my two men together again.” Crystal hugged Chad and Giovanni while she looked up at them both with longing. “Threesome time?”
Dominic’s mouth dropped. “Damn, really?” He had no idea there had already been a steamy threesome between them. The smiles from both Giovanni and Chad told him they definitely had one.
“Wow,” Heather whispered. “That band is really close, huh?”
Blushing slightly, Dominic put his arm around her back. “Seems so.” He tugged her away from the trio, towards the railing. “The beach is so beautiful at night.” He glanced at her, trying to guess her thoughts.
“It is.” She smiled and looked at the few people scattered on the sand. Lights from the buildings on the strip, bathed the beach with just enough light to see them.
He closed his eyes. An image of Claire running in the shallow surf came to him. She wore a long, flowing skirt and no shoes. Turning around and laughing while he trained the camera on her happy face. She always had a smile and loved the beach. Maybe this was his chance to make a new beach memory.
“Wanna take a walk?” He looked straight ahead, not wanting her to see that he had an ulterior motive—closure.
Heather grabbed his hand. “Yes.”
She had no idea he was the romantic type. Before he changed his mind, she pulled him back into the condo and past the party that still raged. When they finally made it to the hallway, she slowed.
Dominic tried not to laugh at her enthusiasm, but he let out a few chuckles. “Like the beach, I take it?”
“Yes.” Heather pressed the elevator button several times. “The sound of the waves, and the feel of sand between my toes… I love all of it.” She squeezed his hand.
Minutes later, they walked slowly down the water’s edge. Dominic took in shaky breaths trying to relax. No matter what he did, he saw Claire, though… with a swollen belly, prancing in the water, and then again as she yanked him into the water with her. He had only gone to the shore with her before that day.
Heather kicked the water. She could feel the tension in Dominic. “You OK?”
“Fine,” he mumbled, not able to be truthful.
She sighed, hoping it wasn’t her causing him stress. “This is a nice idea.” She linked her fingers in his. “Thanks.” Wanting to ease his mind, she laughed. “Do you take all your dates to the beach?”
Dominic instantly stiffened and froze. “No.”
“Hey.” Heather turned to him. “What’d I say?”
He shook his head. Tears brimmed in his eyes. “I can’t do this.” He ran back to Tommy’s building. It was too soon. He said
that so many times over the past 15 years.
Heather chased him, feeling guilty. “Dominic, I’m sorry,” she shouted, wishing she knew what she said wrong. “Wait, please.” By the time she caught up with him, he was in the lobby. “Dominic!”
He paused before giving his ID to security. Her hand on his arm made him turn. He said, “Don’t ask, please.”
“Things were going so well.” She persisted, “What did I do?” No response. “Did I say something?” She huffed. “Come on. What’s wrong?”
Dominic looked away. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“But why?”
He handed over his license. “If you’re coming up with me, you need to check in here again.”
She growled under her breath. He was getting frustrating. She hated secrets. “Fine.” She pulled her ID out of her purse and thrust it at the guard. The elevator ride up was tense.
Dominic wanted to go home, but he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. The plan was to let Tommy know he was going, and then head out. Once upstairs, he could hear the music was quieter. He hoped that meant the party had wound down.
Tommy smiled when Dominic walked back inside. He thought he just took off. He jumped off the recliner. “Hey, we’re gonna play strip poker. Wanna play?” Then he noticed the strain on his face. “What happened?”
Pulling in his bottom lip and shaking his head, Dominic walked past him.
Tommy followed him and pulled him into his empty bedroom. “Dude, talk to me.”
“It’s…” Dominic sucked in a shaky breath and paced for a few seconds. “We…” He breathed deeply, trying to get a grip. “We… We walked on the beach.”
With a sigh, Tommy put his hands on Dominic’s arms. “I thought that was a trigger.”
“It is.” He closed his eyes, barely holding it together. “I thought… I thought I was ready. I’m not.”
Tommy tried to think of something helpful to say. Jon was better at it, though. “Maybe it’s not that you weren’t ready. Maybe she’s just not the one you need to do it with.” He knew Dominic had been falling for Noelle Young. “You’ve been able to do a lot more with someone else.”
Dominic knew he was right, but Noelle was a lost cause. He had no chance. If only he knew what he did wrong. “She hates me.”
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” Tommy whispered. He watched tears fall down his best friend’s cheeks. That always got to him. “Maybe you’re wrong.” He braced himself, and then pulled Dominic into an embrace. “Let her explain, man. You need her.”
Shaking, but not wanting to cry, Dominic let his friend’s strength heal him somewhat. After a minute, he squirmed away. “I don’t think I can look at her without my heart ripping in two.”
“She’s scared, too.” Tommy knew enough about her past, to know she was afraid that Dominic would hurt her as Stephen did. “Show her what you’ll do for her.” A knock made them both jump.
“Tom, I’m calling cabs for all the drunks!” Jon shouted. “I’ll send them to the hotel.” Tommy had rented a block of rooms in a nearby place, in case some couldn’t drive home. “You OK in there?”
Dominic opened the door. “We’re just talking.” He turned back to Tommy. “Thanks. I’m gonna take Heather home.”
“Remember what I said,” Tommy insisted.
A nod was all Dominic gave him before disappearing. He searched around for Chad, whom he had promised a ride home. Giovanni and Crystal drove him there. He found Chad on the balcony, passed out in a lounge chair.
“Chad,” he called to him as he shook him. Chad barely stirred. “Chad, I wanna leave.”
Jon stepped outside to check for anyone else needing a way home or a place to crash. “Dom, I got ’im.” Jon put a hand on Dominic’s shoulder. “I’ll take him to the hotel with me. He can ride home with me in the morning.”
“We have to leave for Boston early,” Dominic reminded him.
With a nod, Jon answered, “I know. Truck’s packed, buses are ready. I made sure this party wouldn’t slow us down. I’ll get everyone up early enough. Don’t worry. Festival starts at five.”
Dominic glanced at Chad. “Too bad they’re not coming.”
“Yeah, I want them to have as much exposure as possible.” Jon shrugged. “But Giovanni said his mom got upset when he tried to cancel with her tomorrow. Guess with Rosario away again, she wants to hold on to him.”
Tommy sat on his bed for a while, thinking. He wondered if he’d ever feel that way about a woman. A few people waved goodbye as they came in from the balcony. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to play poker any more.
“You still playing?” Crystal stood in the doorway, giggling.
With renewed interest, Tommy stood up. He wanted to make her lose all her clothes so he could fuck her on the table. “I am.” He crossed the room and lifted her up before closing the bedroom door. “Who else is playing?”
“I don’t know.” Crystal squealed as he swung her a bit. “Most people left.”
They entered the living room. Seven people sat around a folding table, Giovanni, Phil, Sam, Crazy Mike, Kyle and two women he could not name. Tommy set Crystal down next to Giovanni and sat on her other side. The lower volume told him not many guests had stayed. A few sat nearby on the sectional, but they seemed to be in their own world. Just before they got started, Jon came back and joined.
The first few rounds, most lost shoes and socks. The alcohol was still flowing, and that fueled a few stupid bets. After his fifth loss, Phil stood up and shed his jeans. He glanced at Crystal as he sat down in just his tented boxers. The female next to him noticed the very large bulge and scooted closer to him.
Tommy lost his shirt in the next hand. Crystal smirked and ran a hand over his toned chest. He looked over at her in her bra and skirt, hoping she would lose faster, but she kept folding. The other woman at the table sat next to Giovanni. She was looking him over repeatedly. He played badly, only having his underwear left as well.
Jon had the most clothes on. He knew how to bluff and hid a winning hand too well. He laughed when Phil lost to a jack high flush. “Take ’em off, loser!” He laughed as Phil took off his only piece of clothing.
“Don’t mind my dick here,” he said to the pretty blonde next to him. “It likes the way you move. Maybe you should keep it warm.” Everyone’s mouths dropped when she got to her knees between his legs. “See, Crystal. Some women like my lines.” He moaned loudly as she sucked him hard and cradled his sack. “Fuck, woman.”
“Moving on…” Sam announced. “Time to get one of the ladies naked. I don’t wanna be staring at Phil’s dick all night.”
Crazy Mike lifted a hand. “I second that. Crystal, lose the bra.”
“Hey,” she protested. “I didn’t even bet yet.”
Giovanni pulled her onto his lap and placed a hand on either breast. “They’re mine, sorry.” He winked and added, “Unless someone wants to play submissive tonight.”
“Hell yes!” Mike shouted. “I’ll do whatever you say, man. As long as I get laid, I don’t care how.” He grabbed his crotch. “I’m not packin’ like Phil, but I’ll show you a good time, Crystal.”
Tommy laughed. “Ain’t gonna happen, Mike.”
Eyebrow up, Crazy Mike asked, “So I guess you’re getting the good pussy tonight? Why do I always gotta settle? Have some pity on me.” He pouted, trying to get sympathy. On tour, he got plenty. Being in the middle of the audience had its advantages. He was visible, and girls took notice that he was in charge of that area.
Jon dealt the cards. “Stop talking, and start playing.”
That round ended up with Tommy, Crystal and Jon staring each other down. Each thinking the other was bluffing. When Tommy laid down four kings, Jon’s mouth dropped.
“No way.” Jon stood up. “How the hell did you manage that?”
Tommy smirked. “You dealt. Now lose the pants.” He laughed, knowing Jon was annoyed.
“Why? I still got socks on,” Jon countered.
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With a wink, Tommy reminded him, “You said winner picks what goes.”
“Fine.” Jon unbuckled his belt as everyone watched. Then he hesitated. He had a hard-on and didn’t want it out there, since he wasn’t wearing underwear. “You’re gonna pay for this.” He reluctantly shed his jeans and his erection slapped the table top. “Happy?” He glared at Tommy.
Tommy knew he was going commando and was glad he was as hard as expected. “I got one better.” He turned to Crystal and crooked a finger at her. She leaned forward. He popped her bra clasp and tossed the garment a few feet away.
“Finally!” Crazy Mike called out while he stared at her tits. “Damn, baby! Those are beautiful.” He rubbed his stiff cock. “Tell me you weren’t kidding, Giovanni. I wanna suck those nipples so bad.”
Giovanni noticed everyone staring at his woman and tugged her onto his lap again. “I’ll think about it. Stop gaping at her. They’re just tits.”
Tommy grinned. “I’m taking her panties next round.”
A possessive arm covered her breasts from view. “Not if I beat you, Tom.” Giovanni was drunk, but not super-drunk any longer.
Not 20 minutes later, Giovanni had lost his boxers and Crystal had lost her panties. Tommy still had his underwear, but his erection tented them. He looked at the couple next to him and watched as Giovanni slid Crystal higher on his lap. Then he caught a glimpse of his cock sliding into her, raw.
Crystal moaned softly. She still had a short skirt on, but it didn’t hide much. Her hips wiggled a bit and Giovanni’s head went back.
“No fucking at the table,” Phil complained.
Sam laughed loudly. “Why? You got a blowjob, and she fucking swallowed.”
“True.” Phil grinned at the amazing head-provider next to him. “Time to fuck.” He stood and tossed the woman over his shoulder before heading to the extra bedroom.
“Any takers?” Crazy Mike stood, letting everyone have full view of his eight-inch hard-on. “I got a tongue ring.” He showed it off. A smile formed when a blonde on the couch looked his way. “My mouth can do wicked things to that sweet pussy of yours.” When she smiled, he didn’t let her change her mind. He rushed to her and spread her legs right there.
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