“Where are you going?”
She looks down at me, water dripping down her beautiful curvy body. I want so much to just take her right here and give her all of me, but time is not on my side at the moment; it never seems to be when it comes to Riley. “It’s getting late. I told my mom I’d be home early so I can finish packing.”
“Stay,” I whisper, pulling her back into the pool with me. My hands cup her face and I pull her so close that our lips are almost touching. “Don’t leave me here.”
“What?” She shakes her head and kisses me on the cheek, her lips lingering for a moment. “I can’t. My grandma needs me. I have to go, Cale. I have no choice.”
I watch as she gets out of the pool and grabs for my dry shirt, snuggling against it to keep warm, before pulling it over her head. I can’t be sure, but it looks as if she sniffed it. I love that.
“I’m keeping this by the way.” She smiles with a sad look in her eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise. Time will fly by. Just watch.” Her voice comes out sad and hesitant, because she and I both know that’s not true. Time will definitely be a bitch while she’s gone, and I’m sure it’s going to feel like a lifetime without seeing her smile or hearing her beautiful laugh.
I nod my head and turn away from her as she starts walking away. I can’t stand to watch her walk out of my life. It hurts more now that it’s actually happening, especially knowing that there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but . . . I need her to know one thing before she leaves. One thing that I hope will mean something to her in the future.
“I am still a virgin by the way,” I say, wanting her to know I wasn’t lying about that. I would never lie to Riley. I can’t.
I hear her stop walking before I hear a small, but painful laugh. “Yeah, me too,” she says. She whispers something afterwards but I miss it, too scared to look her way. I hear her footsteps in the grass as she starts walking again and it hurts so damn bad that I can’t breathe.
By the time I get the courage to turn around she’s gone . . . out of my life and soon she’ll be out of Chicago. She’s the one and only girl I have ever loved and I never even got the chance to tell her.
Life can be a bitch . . .
Present day . . .
WALK OF SHAME IS FULL of people partying and getting wasted beyond sense, but really, I just can’t seem to get my head into being here.
My mind has been on one thing and one thing only: Riley. Ever since Aspen blurted out that Riley would be home soon, my mind has been stuck on her. I’ve been replaying our last moment together, before she left, and it almost feels as if it were yesterday. The ache is still there, weighing on my chest.
We haven’t spoken in over two years now, and even I know that I’m not over her. I’m not sure that I ever will be, and knowing that she’s coming home reminds me of the promise I kept to myself six years ago, when I was still just a stupid teen.
We kept in contact for the first four years, talking on the phone at least once a week, late into the night, until she mentioned that she’d met someone that was interested in her. It hurt like hell, but knowing that she wouldn’t be back home for a while I realized that I needed to let her live while she was there. There was no way I was going to hold her back by breaking down like a pussy and telling her how much I loved her. Asking her to wait for me as I have planned on waiting for her would be selfish.
Eventually, the calls slowed down until we were at the point that we barely talked but once every few months. Then . . . they ended all together. I think it was necessary in order for us both to go on with our lives, because every time we talked I could hear the ache and longing in her voice. I had to make it easier for her to live in hopes that it would make it easier for me.
Knowing that she’ll be back any day now, possibly even now, has me unable to function properly.
I’ve been holding back from fucking other women, only giving them oral pleasure, because to me she’s more important than just a meaningless lay. I thought that after we stopped calling each other every week that I would just forget about my promise to wait, but I never did. It’s always been in the back of mind, fucking with me and making it impossible for me to take a woman to bed and give myself to her. I want her to find peace in knowing that when my cock enters her that she’s the only woman I’ve been inside of and that I plan on pleasuring her over and over again until she can no longer handle me. I won’t be able to stop and I sure as hell don’t have any plans to.
Standing up straight, I run my hands through my hair while letting out a frustrated breath, bringing myself back to reality. I’m not much of a drinker, but right now . . . I feel like downing a fifth of whiskey.
Trying to get my head back into my performance, I twist both of my arms into the chain hanging above my head and thrust to the slow rhythm, while letting my unbuttoned jeans fall lower and lower with each movement. The screaming of the crowd causes me to put on a fake smirk and get into the moment as much as I will get, enough to at least finish my last performance of the night.
I’m close to the edge of the stage. Girls are reaching out to grope me as I give them a show. I can feel the sweat rolling down my body, dripping onto the marble stage at my feet as I continue pretending that I’m fucking every single girl in this room.
That’s what they all want. That’s all they ever want. These girls are here because they want to feel as if I want them, so . . . that’s what I make them believe. As fucked up as it sounds, it sends them home happy. That’s what matters here at Walk Of Shame.
“Right here! Cale!”
I open my eyes and bring them down to meet the brunette below me that is eagerly waving a wad of cash above her head. Releasing the chains, I walk to the edge of the stage, grab onto the back of her head, and grind my crotch into her face before thrusting repeatedly. In no time my jeans are on the floor and I’m standing in nothing but my white, very see through, boxer briefs.
I grind slow and hard, making her reach around and shove her cash into the back of my boxer briefs, just above my ass crack. I feel her hands exploring my ass, so I reach behind me and discretely pull them away before jumping off the stage.
The screaming of the women gets significantly louder as soon as my feet hit the main level. It’s almost the end of my performance, and tonight I’m ending it with a little something special.
Making my way through the crowd I stop in front of the redhead that is hopefully going to help clear my head later. Straddling her lap, I sway my hips while running her hands up my bare chest, before pushing them down my body and stopping at the waist of my briefs.
I hear a little gasp escape her lips as I release her hands, letting her explore while I grind on her as if I were fucking her deep and hard; very deep and hard.
Smirking, I stand up from her chair before turning the other way and doing a quick handstand so that my cock is in her face. I begin to thrust my hips, swaying them around in a circle as the music speeds up, ending my performance.
All the women go wild as I grind my hips one more time and end it with a thrust to her face, before maneuvering my way back to my feet. Looking down at the ground, I focus on catching my breath, noticing all the cash surrounding me. Even with my head fucked up and lost somewhere else, my body still knows exactly what to do.
Walking away, I head over toward the back room to change, as Kash, the new kid, cleans up my stash of money. He showed up about a week ago asking for a job, so Lynx, the new owner, decided to make him our grunt for a few weeks first just to mess with him.
I’m standing here naked, just pulling a fresh pair of jeans on when I hear Kash step into the room and slap the pile of bills onto the table.
“Holy shit, bro.” He slaps the money down a few more times and grins as I button my jeans and throw my white tee on. “Those girls are fucking insane. I’ve never seen such horny women in my life. This is a damn dream job. I swear my cock got grabbed at least five times just now.”
Grabbing my tip money from Kash I grin a
nd slap five twenties down into the palm of his hand. He hasn’t seen shit yet. “Yeah, well you better be prepared to work that stage next week, rookie. You gotta learn to shake that cock of yours first. You’ve got some major shoes to fill.”
He nods his head while stuffing the cash into his back pocket. “I already know how to work it, bro. No worries.”
“Alright, man.” I slap his back. “I’m getting out of here. I’ll see ya later.”
“See ya,” I hear him say right as I push my way back out into the crowd of women. It only takes me a few seconds to spot the sexy little redhead from earlier. She’s watching me as if she’s been waiting for me to come back out.
The cute little brunette that I was grinding on earlier is with her, sipping on her drink as they both eye fuck me all the way up to the bar.
Sara shakes her head and slides a draft beer across the bar top. “Damn Cale. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work it like that on the stage.” She wipes her forehead off and waves her hand as if slinging sweat off of it. “So good tonight, baby.”
I give her a half smile and reach for the frosty glass. “I have a lot on my mind tonight. I guess I was zoning out.” I tip back the glass and let the refreshing liquid cool me off. I’m still sweaty from the show and all of my clothes are practically plastered to my wet body, irritating me.
“Yeah, well . . .” she tilts her head toward the right. “Those two girls definitely liked what you had going on tonight. It looks like they’re about ready to rape you before you even get a chance to finish that beer off, babe.” She rolls her eyes and dries off a glass. “Lucky dick. Those bitches are hot.”
A few second later I feel a hand on each of my shoulders, before the brunette appears on my right and the redhead on my left. I don’t even bother looking at them as I speak. “Ladies.” I guzzle back my beer and toss down some cash for Sara. “Later, Sara.”
Sara just waves me off as she gets called over by a small group of women. Shoving my wallet back into my jeans, I turn and walk through the crowded bar, not surprised to hear the sound of heels clicking against the floor behind me.
Yes, I could definitely use a very long blowjob right now, but to be honest, I could also do without. These two women, even combined, could never measure up to the woman that I have waited six long years for. I’m not saying that I’d turn them down, just saying that maybe I won’t be seeking out tonight.
As soon as I step outside and head for my truck, I hear one of the girls call my name, stopping me. Leaning against my truck, I exhale and look up, while dangling my keys around my finger.
The redhead pushes her hand against my chest as the brunette leans in and whispers in my ear, “Let us take care of you, Cale.” She runs the tip of her tongue over my earlobe before speaking again. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and take in a small breath as my jeans get pulled to my knees, and then I feel two small hands grip around my ready cock.
A pair of soft lips wrap around my head as a hand runs up and down my shaft, and I know right away that both women are sharing right now. I’m not selfish. It’s big enough for the both of them and maybe right now . . . this distraction . . . is what I need, so I let them both take turns sucking me off right here in the parking lot until I blow my load all over both of their mouths.
Licking the remainder of cum off my dick, the redhead stands up and places her arms around my neck. “Let us take you home where we can show you a real good time. I promise you that it will be worth it.”
“More than worth it,” the brunette chimes in.
That offer would usually have any man falling to his knees and drooling, but not me. I’ve gone twenty-four years without it and I’m pretty damn sure I can go another few weeks.
Trying my best not to be an ass, I take turns pressing my lips to both of their temples, before saying goodnight and hopping in my truck.
Once I pull up at the house, I realize that having my dick sucked hasn’t done shit to clear my head. Riley Raines is coming home and I know without a single doubt that she’s going to ruin me.
I’M SO NERVOUS RIGHT NOW. I’ve only been back in Chicago for two days and in about two seconds I’m starting my new job here at Sensual Touches, the massage parlor that I applied for online a few weeks ago.
No one knows that I’m back yet. I made sure to tell Aspen not to tell anyone until I’m ready. The only people that know are my family, and I plan on keeping it that way for a couple of weeks until things settle down and I can relax a bit. My heart is still hurting and my head is spinning out of control at the fact that Tyler and I are no longer a couple and that I have to get familiar with my surroundings again. When I made plans to move back home Tyler decided at the last minute that he didn’t think he’d be up for the move . . . so he stayed behind.
I care about Tyler, but Chicago is where my heart is. Not to mention . . . it’s where he is: Cale Kinley. As much as I’ve tried to convince myself seeing him again won’t stir some crazy emotions inside of me, I know with everything in me that’s not true. I’m not sure that I can handle seeing him while in this emotional state.
Shaking my head, I run my hands down my black, skinny jeans, wiping the sweat from my palms as I approach the door to the massage parlor. “It’s no big deal, Riley. You’ve done this a million times before . . . just not here. You have magic fucking hands.” I convince myself before stepping inside.
As soon as I enter the building I’m greeted by a woman that looks to be in her early twenties, with long, purple hair. She plasters on a smile and stands up from her chair, looking impatient. “Please tell me you’re Riley Raines. Hailey hasn’t shown up yet and we have two clients waiting. I need to get these two satisfied and hitting the road.”
I nod my head as the nerves flow through me, causing butterflies to fill my stomach. “That’s me,” I say with a fake confidence that I definitely don’t feel at the moment. “Is there anything you need from me before I start?” I open my purse and start digging for my ID and paperwork. “Here’s my–.”
“No time for that, sweetness. Myles will deal with that when he gets in later. I don’t get paid enough for that.” She gives me an impatient look and starts shoving me down the hall. “I need you in room three. That’s your room.” She takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip. “You’re going to enjoy this one. Please put your hands all over him since I can’t. Hailey is going to be one pissed off bitch, but this will teach her a lesson for showing up late.” She lets out a satisfied laugh while spinning on her heels. “Hurry. I can smell the skank coming now.”
Lifting my eyebrows, I smile small and push open the door to room three, almost unable to breathe from the nerves. Without paying any attention to the waiting client, I quickly observe the room to find a chart hanging next to the door. I grab it quickly to prepare for his needs.
While searching for my supplies, I introduce myself, trying not to draw attention that I have no clue where anything is. “Sorry for the wait. My name is Riley and I’ll be taking care of you today. Hailey is running a little behind and this is my first day here, so please be a little patient while I get everything ready.”
Looking around the dimly lit room, I find the stereo and turn it on, letting the relaxing sounds fill the space to hide my erratic breathing as I try to stay calm. I’ve been at the same place for three years, and being somewhere new, with new clients, is a bit nerve-wracking; especially when you’re getting rushed around by some chick with purple hair and tattoos that looks as if she wants to choke someone today.
After securing my apron filled with my lotions and oils, I turn to the table and my heart starts pounding like crazy in my chest as I see a body, barely covered by a small towel, just waiting to be touched by me. I swallow hard while letting my eyes roam over the stiff muscles of the tanned back on display. The top of the client’s ass peeks out of the towel, displaying the roundest, firmest ass I have ever seen before . . . and the dimples in his back are mak
ing it hard for me to gain some much-needed confidence.
Doing a silly little shake in an attempt to shake my nerves off, I squirt some oil in my hands and slowly run my hands up the bottom of his back, being sure to make it feel as insanely good as I possibly can.
The feel of his muscled back beneath my fingers and the deep, undeniably sexy moan that escapes his throat almost has me turned on as I start to go lower, until I’m right above his ass.
“Go lower,” the deep voice whispers. “Take the towel off.”
I almost deny his request, when I remember that Sensual Touches is clothing optional. That’s the one thing that almost kept me from applying, but comparing the pay that you get here versus the other options, I knew what my choice had to be.
“This is new to me,” I whisper, before speaking up. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable and I’ll replace it before you flip over on your back.”
“That won’t be an issue,” he says huskily.
Keeping my moan to myself, I lower my hands down to his ass, removing the towel little by little as I continue to get lower. As soon as my hands reach the bottom of his ass, I remove the towel completely and hold back the gasp that fights to escape me.
Holy hotness . . .
Remembering that this was per his request, and that it’s fully professional to be doing this here at Sensual Touches, I grip the back of his upper thighs and massage it while rubbing my thumbs over the bottom of his tight ass, enjoying every single moment of it.
In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I almost feel guilty. Tyler and I have been broken up for less than a week, and here I am enjoying myself as I rub on another man’s ass, listening closely for each moan that he will grace my ears with.
After spending a good, long, fifteen minutes on his ass itself, I focus my attention on the rest of his muscular body, mentally preparing myself for the rest of his gloriousness that I’ll be seeing in the flesh as soon as I finish up on his backside.
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