Reclaiming His Life

by KL Myers

  “Smells like someone couldn’t wait till we got to the hotel,” Lela says with a smirk on her face.

  “What?” I ask questioningly.

  “Oh, nothing,” Lela says and then breaks out into a full-on laugh. “I can’t believe the two of you couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel.”

  What can I say? I’m a horn dog, and when I saw my girl in her dress, it was everything I could do to keep from busting my zipper. I knew I needed to have her right away and waiting until the end of the night wasn’t an option.

  Paisley leads me to the dance floor the minute we enter the ballroom. If her goal is to tease me, she’s doing a fabulous job at it. She’s rubbing her body all up and down mine, driving me wild with desire.

  Lela and Oliver are dancing beside us, but when the song changes, Oliver and I are left standing by ourselves, as Paisley and Lela start grinding on each other as if Oliver and I weren’t even there.

  If I am honest, it is kind of hot. Actually, it’s a bit too hot for a high school prom, and people are starting to watch them a bit too much. Knowing we are about a minute away from being kicked out of here, I decide to break this little dance fest up.

  Wrapping my arms around Paisley, I pull her from Lela and turn her to face me. I lean in and grab her earlobe with my teeth and nibble. “I can smell you, babe, your pussy must be drenched.” Her moan tells me what I want to hear. “Did you like rubbing your snatch against Lela’s leg?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Yes, I’m so horny right now, Gauge. Do we really have to do this whole prom thing? I’d rather be upstairs naked and fucking.”

  Deciding that is my cue, I grab her hand in mine, but before I can take a step, Paisley reaches down and grabs Lela’s hand. Lela then reaches for Oliver, which tells me everyone is on board for Paisley's plan, and hand in hand we exit the room headed toward the elevators.

  The only noise in the elevator as it climbs the floors are the sounds coming from Lela and Oliver as they mouth fuck each other in the corner. Paisley has my cock in her hand, stroking it from the outside of my pants. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it feels absolutely amazing. Her tongue slides up my neck, leaving a wet path, cooled by the air conditioning in the elevator. The chill sends tingles down my penis to my balls, making me quiver slightly and driving my desire for her higher.

  The elevator dings and stops at the fifteenth floor, where we all exit once the doors open. Grabbing the key card from my wallet, I open the door to our room. There’s a king-sized bed along with a loveseat and chair in the big, open space where a floor-to-ceiling window looks out over the city. The bathroom consists of only a walk-in shower, which is pretty sizable and has my thoughts running through exactly what I want to do to Paisley in there.

  I’m standing in front of the window looking at the view of Camelback Mountain and the city lights. I feel Paisley behind me before her hands even reach out to me. She slides my suit coat from my shoulders and drops it on the chair. Her fingers slowly unbutton my shirt and push it from my shoulders, dropping it to the floor.

  “God, Gauge, I love your chest, but most of all I love this six pack you have.” Turning, I face her, and she drops to her knees. Her tongue runs over each ridge of my abdomen. It feels amazing. As my head tilts back to look at the ceiling, I close my eyes to enjoy just how wonderful her mouth feels on me as she licks and kisses my skin. My eyes fly open the minute I feel another tongue rolling up the side of my body.

  It's Lela; her tongue is rolling over the edge of my abs. I watch her lick and kiss her way from my side to my center, where her mouth meets with Paisley’s. Watching them kiss has my dick twitching in my pants. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and Oliver drops to his knees beside Lela and starts to kiss her neck and slides his hands over her breasts. The moans coming from both Lela and Paisley have me reaching down into my pants, grabbing my cock myself, and stroking it.

  I wasn’t quite sure if I’d be into this whole foursome thing, but so far I have to say it’s not too bad. When I can’t take it anymore, I drop to my knees in front of Paisley, pulling her away from Lela and holding her face in my hands.

  “Tell me what you want, babe. Is it her or me?”

  “Neither,” she says. “I want all three of you.”

  Well, it looks like my girl is ready to let her freak fly. Standing, I take her by the hand and lead her over to stand at the end of the bed. Slowly, I lower the zipper on her dress and let it drop to the floor. She is standing there in just her black garter and heels. Her nipples are tight, erect points just waiting for my mouth, but before I can get there, Oliver has his teeth biting them. The sweetest moan leaves her lips, followed by a hitch in her breath. That Lela is pretty stealth; she has her tongue sliding up my girl’s slit, which I can only assume is the reason behind the hitch in her breathing.

  My mouth grazes her shoulder blade, and I lick up the side of her neck before I turn her head and find her mouth. Plunging my tongue in her mouth roughly, I kiss her hard. I feel her hand reach behind her to grab my cock. My hand drops to my fly to lower the zipper, giving her access to wrap her warm little hand around me and stroke. I feel Lela’s hand grab Paisley's ass, and a quick glance down shows me that her fingers are sliding in and out of Paisley’s pussy.

  “Gauge, fuck me now.” It’s a breathy whisper from her lips, but I hear it clear as day. Reaching down, I remove my pants, slide on a condom, and pull her on top of me when I lie on the bed, filling her pussy with my ready-to-explode cock.

  Paisley slowly rides my cock, grinding her pussy into me, while Lela squeezes her tits from behind and kisses her neck.

  “Oliver, I need your cock in my ass,” she says in between kissing me.

  My eyes meet his, and I watch him strip out of his clothes. “Lube? Do you have any lube?” he asks.

  “Jacket pocket,” I respond.

  I watch him from the corner of my eye as he grabs the bottle from my suit coat pocket and walks back to the bed. I pull Paisley tight against my chest and kiss her hard as I feel the bed dip when Oliver climbs on. He’s stroking his cock, priming himself before rolling a condom into place. Lela takes the bottle from Oliver's hand and squirts the liquid onto her fingers. I can feel Paisley's cunt squeeze my cock as Lela works her fingers in and out of Paisley’s hole, preparing her for Oliver.

  After a few moments, I feel Oliver's dick through the thin membrane that separates her pussy and her ass as he plunges into her. A tortured moan falls from his mouth as he seats himself fully inside her. Before I can even begin to move, Oliver starts thrusting in and out of her ass, chasing his orgasm with no concern for anyone else.

  The sad reality to all of this is, Oliver isn’t one who can go for hours. He actually blows his load in her ass before I even start to move and before Paisley even has one orgasm. Apparently, he didn’t get the memo that she was to come first. What a loser.

  Oliver pulls out, grabbing Lela’s hand as he makes his way to the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. That’s my cue to know I have my girl all to myself.

  “I’m sorry, babe, I know that wasn’t what you had in mind.”

  I flip us over so she is beneath me as I move slowly in and out, grinding my pubic bone against her clit with each stroke. I know she needs to come from the way she’s writhing below me. I feel her first orgasm consume her and almost send me over the edge myself, but I hold back and continue to plunge harder and deeper until she’s screaming my name as her second orgasm hits her. It's then that I let go and empty myself into her. Removing the condom, I tie a knot at the end of it and get up to toss it into the trash can. When I return to the bed, I pull Paisley into my arms and hold her tight.

  The night is still young, though, and I want the rest of it to be about Paisley and me, so when Lela and Oliver exit the bathroom thirty minutes later, I tell them to take the limo and go. I can tell that Lela is not happy about this, but I don’t give two shits. I paid for the room and the limo, so if I say get the fuck out, I mean it.
/>   Once they are gone, I spend the rest of the night giving her one amazing orgasm at a time.

  Me giving Paisley her fantasy meant the world to her. It brought us closer in more ways than one, but with that being said, it isn’t something I would want to do again. Sharing is fun when it’s with my buddy, but group sex isn’t really for me.

  With graduation nearly upon us, we both have had some tough decisions to make about college and where we want our relationship to go. I chose Arizona State University for my alma mater. I didn’t want to leave the valley, but Paisley is still unsure on her choice. She has been accepted to both Arizona State University and Northern Arizona University.

  With deadlines nearly upon us, Paisley still hasn’t chosen her alma mater. She keeps vacillating between being in the valley for school and in the high country, finding positives in both schools.

  She is not completely sold on staying in Phoenix just so we can be together. I’ve even bribed her with promises of nightly orgasms, but she explains to me that a bribe is something you offer to entice the person, and since she is already getting daily orgasms, I’ve missed the boat completely.

  I’m still hoping she goes with ASU so we can be together, but whichever she chooses, I’ll support her and find a way to make this relationship work. After all, NAU is only two hours away if she decides that is where she wants to go.

  The College Years

  PAISLEY CHOSE TO follow me to ASU. We got a small apartment together off campus, and her parents pay for it, which makes it easier on both of us and our studies. We both want to excel in our chosen careers, so not having to work full-time to pay rent gives us more room for studies.

  I’m working on my Criminal Justice degree with a minor in Actuary Science. Paisley's ultimate decision for ASU was based on their Walter Cronkite School of Journalism, which is ranked one of the best in the country.

  Unlike Paisley’s parents, who have provided her with her own platinum AMEX, I have to work if I want extra spending money. So, I start working a part-time job on the weekends as a bouncer for Paisley’s dad, which is when I learn exactly what Mr. Peterson does for a living. To say I am shocked is an understatement, but after putting two and two together, it kind of fits.

  Mr. Peterson owns Club Desire. At first, I thought it was weird that I have lived here my whole life and haven’t heard of this night club, but when he takes me under his wing, I learn just why. Club Desire isn’t a bar; it’s a very discrete, out-of-the way club for members who choose to partake in the BDSM lifestyle. This explains quite a bit about why Paisley is the way she is when it comes to sex. Both her parents are very open not only with discussing it, but showing it on a daily basis.

  Mr. Peterson never allows me to venture into the club itself; I am limited to the door and check-in. I hear stories about what goes on inside but never get to experience it firsthand, which isn’t for lack of trying. Every time I try to sneak in during a break, someone stops me.

  Working the door, I am exposed to all the clientele who show up in all states of undress. It isn’t a hardship seeing beautiful women in almost nothing or sometimes clothing so provocative I have to think of old ladies and puppies so my dick doesn’t get hard. I’m young, not dead, and my cock sometimes has a mind of its own.

  Sometimes during class, I let myself fantasize about these women instead of listening to the lecture going on. It’s a wonder how I even ace my classes.

  Between work, classes, and studying, there isn’t much time for anything else. I am starting to miss the adrenaline rush that comes with taking chances and walking that thin line between right and wrong.

  It isn’t until my junior year that I meet Harvey, otherwise known as Gunner. He hates the name Harvey as much as he hates college, but his father is making him get his degree in law. Gunner is extremely intelligent but really lacks at following the rules. I think that is what makes us great friends.

  If there is trouble to be found, Gunner finds it. The day I meet his dad, Blaze, is the best and worst day of my life. Blaze isn’t his real name; it’s the name he acquired after receiving third-degree burns over the majority of his body. It’s over drinks one night when Gunner tells me all about his dad and the MC he belongs to.

  Blaze doesn’t want his son following in his footsteps, which is why he pushes Gunner so hard to go to college. Blaze is the vice president of the Renegades. He grew up in the MC lifestyle and wants better for his kid. Gunner and I hang out at the compound from time to time, but neither of us is allowed to partake in any shenanigans. The more time I spend with the Renegades, the further and further Paisley and I grow apart. Neither she nor I seem to worry about it; we are both still really great friends, but we just don’t want the same things in life anymore, and that is OK. We agree to stay roommates through college, but once we graduate, we will go our separate ways. I know we’ll always be friends; there is no way I am giving that up, and she feels the same way.

  Blaze takes me under his wing, and where he won’t let his son get involved in the club business, he is more than happy to let me. It starts out simple, a couple of drug runs here and there, a few parties to patch in new members, until I eventually become a prospect. I know how to ride the line between right and wrong, and I can always justify why I do what I do. Blaze never lets me get in too deep, though. I think he knows I have bigger and better things to do with my life and that being part of the MC is just not in the cards for me long term. I am loyal, though; I would never sell out my brothers. The Prez knows I want to be in law enforcement, and I think he finds this beneficial to his cause. In the Prez’s eyes, he thinks I’ll be his inside man once I make it into the force, but Blaze has other ideas.

  As graduation grows closer, Blaze makes me sever my ties with the club. He is adamant that I “walk away” while I can. I haven’t made it deep enough into club business that there is any concern that I will be a problem.

  None of us ever think our paths will cross again. Gunner and I will always be friends, but Blaze made it very clear I’m not welcome at the club anymore.

  Four years felt like a lifetime, but today, as I walk to the podium to claim my degree from the Dean, I've come to the realization that it was only a blip in time. I can hear the cheers from my parents and my little brother as I collect my degree, and the sense of pride I feel in myself is unmistakable. I’ve lived a full life of ups and downs and this, right now, is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. For the first time, I can look back and say I’m not a fuckup anymore.

  Yeah, I’ve had issues. I’ve done things that were stupid, childish, and I’ve lived on the edge, but today my life is moving forward in the right direction. From here, I’m entering into the Police Academy. I’ve already been accepted; I’ve been worried my past would keep me from my future, but luckily, it seems that I am one lucky man.

  The Academy is tougher than I thought it would be. I haven’t prepared myself for the grueling hours of study and physical activity it is going to take to get through the twenty-six weeks of hell.

  Legal codes and bullshit don’t hold my interest. The first month, I almost think about giving up. I hate studying in general, but learning how to complete a police report accurately has pushed me to my limits. Who knew there are specific things that need to be completed? Hell, I just thought you fill in the blanks; I didn’t realize there are specific things that have to be included in each of those blanks.

  There are even classes on improving my interpersonal skills, dealing with mental illness, community interaction, and handling major events and mass casualties. Some of them appeal to me, but most of them are just more boring than the last.

  It isn’t until we get into studying investigations that I find my calling. Learning about organized crime, human trafficking, narcotics, dangerous drugs, and sex crimes is when I finally know what I want to accomplish when I graduate the Academy. I want to be a detective in the Narcotics Division.

  For twenty-six weeks, I study and pass the necessary tests. I excel on t
he shooting range; there isn’t a target I can’t hit. I get a rush every time a challenge is presented to me. Reading books and writing shit down, that isn’t me. Boring! But give me something physical, and I’ll outrun, outshoot, and beat any time or score presented. I am a rockstar, and I know it, and I’m going to make sure that everyone knows it, too. But in the end, I just want to get it over with and hit the streets.

  I have my sights set on graduation and where I am headed, and just walking a beat isn’t going to be it. I know I need to be in the mix of it all from the get-go, which has the potential of being my downfall.

  Once I graduate, I spend three months doing on-the-job training and another nine months on probation before I am given the title of Patrolman 1st class. I spend the next two years working patrol before I get my break and am able to join the Special Investigations Unit.

  The Special Investigations Unit consists of Vice, Narcotics, and Gangs. This is exactly what I had in mind for myself when I joined the Academy. I am finally home.

  The Plan Becomes Reality

  GUNNER AND I remained friends even though our paths went separate ways. I’ll never forget the day I receive his call.

  “Gauge, I need your help.” I can hear the stress in his voice

  “Sure, what’s up, Gunner? What do you need?” As he begins to fill me in, my heart breaks.

  “Last night, there was a raid on the compound. The Devils killed everyone in the ranks. Prez, my dad, all of them.”

  Rage is the first emotion I feel. I am angry this happened to a group of men I know personally. Sorrow is next; I lost a friend, more like a second father. Blaze took me under his wing, and I admired him. He is the reason I am so good at my job. I have inside knowledge of how gangs and narcotics work, which is because of him. Finally, revenge kicks in, and I know that is why Gunner is calling me.