Chapter 26 Derrick
DERRICK
“I’m dying.” Christian moans.
“We all are, bro.” Axel groans.
“Such a bunch of lightweights,” I tell them as I happily sip my cocktail by the pool.
“But it was the best night ever, if I say so myself,” Camryn states beside me, with her Jackie O glasses hiding her hangover.
Camryn had set up this dream-like beach barbecue under fabric marquees that had lace and fairy lights hanging from them. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The sun was setting, and streams of pinks and oranges floated across the water as the steel band came back to play.
“Derrick, come with me,” Camryn asks. This sounds mysterious as she takes me away from the beach. When we turn the corner, there’s a gorgeous blonde and four handsome half-naked men standing before me.
“Happy birthday to me.” I chuckle.
“These are your presents.” Camryn smirks as she introduces me to the gorgeous men, who kiss my cheek and wish me a happy birthday.
“Hi, I’m Kimberly, Cammie’s business partner,” the cute blonde says, introducing herself.
“Kimmy flew in from New York with these men,” Camryn explains.
“Did you hire me gigolos?” I whisper to Cam.
“Would you be upset if I did?” She smirks. My eyes widen. “They have been advised that their mission all weekend is to make sure you are hydrated, happy, and that every wish of yours is granted.”
“Every wish?”
“Every wish, Derrick. We are here to serve you,” the tall, dark, and handsome man with the deep voice tells me.
“All four of you?” I point at them.
“You think you can handle us?” the dirty blond asks.
“The question is, handsome, if you can handle me.” I smirk.
“We love a good challenge,” the dark-haired Italian stallion says.
“I look forward to it.” I grin.
“Right, well, it seems like everyone is on the same page. You guys can introduce yourselves later. Because Derrick has a birthday feast, he is running late for.
“We’ve organized for these guys to bring you in on your throne,” Kimberly explains.
“And you have to wear your crown,” Camryn adds, placing a floral crown on top of my head.
“I’ve had a fantasy start out like this,” I say, stepping into my throne.
“We can continue that fantasy later if you want,” the other brunette states, giving me a wink.
“Happy Birthday to me!” I squeal.
Next thing I know, those four strong men are lifting me, and I am being carried across the sand and into my birthday dinner like the King that I am.
Everyone is laughing and taking photos as I wave from atop my throne.
I see Chance is at dinner, guess the man needs to eat, but thankfully, he is at the furthest end away from me.
After an amazing seafood dinner and dessert, where my four hunks spoon-fed me birthday cake, the Dirty Texas crew has organized for DJ Duo, these awesome DJs who have just signed with their label to play into the night.
Awkwardly, but rather sweetly, the Sons of Brooklyn boys pulled out their guitars and started singing, which was sweet, but thankfully, I was too drunk to let the awkwardness truly worry me.
My four hunks were still around fanning me and making sure I never had to lift a finger all night, best birthday ever.
When it was time for bed, they lifted me high and carried me back to my bedroom, where they worshipped my body all night, and then I watched them worship each other’s.
Then they kissed me goodnight and tucked me into bed where I promptly fell asleep.
“You know what I’ll remember most? Christian’s lap dance.” I chuckle.
Vanessa, being the best bestie in the world, asked Christian to give me a lap dance for my birthday.
He came out dressed like a policeman, which was funny.
He then committed to the bit and pushed me up against a palm tree, and started to frisk me, and he frisked me good.
I had to tell myself not to get a stiffy while he was doing it because he was being a great sport about it, and I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.
He then found a chair and started stripping out of his clothes while gyrating on me.
The boy’s hips didn’t lie. When he got to his pants and he pulled them off, he was in a G-string.
Christian’s hairy white ass twerked in my face.
Best birthday ever. I slapped his ass because, like, hello.
If rock stardom didn’t work out, he would have made it as a stripper.
I’m going to demand a lap dance every birthday.
The way Ness was looking at her husband, I think she’s going to be demanding them too.
“Please tell me no one recorded it.” Christian groans from his chair.
“I made sure no one recorded it, baby,” Vanessa coos to him.
“You’re a good woman,” he mumbles.
“I think everyone enjoyed that.” Camryn giggles.
Her boyfriend, Harris, flew in last night on his own private plane.
I’m not a fan of the finance bro. He had an air of superiority that I didn’t like.
Yes, he was good-looking, but I think underneath that, he’s a creep.
Don’t understand what she sees in him, but I didn’t tell her that as she seems genuinely happy.
“Hey,” Harris scolds. “You shouldn’t be looking at your bestie’s man.”
Like I said, a creep.
“I don’t think anyone had a choice. It was all out there.” Axel grimaces.
“I know everyone appreciated my performance last night because look at me, who wouldn’t?” Christian says.
I give him a clap because, yes, look at him.
“Please, your performance was definitely no Magic Mike. You were lucky Derrick was too mesmerized by your white ass to say anything,” Axel goads his brother.
Christian sits up ready to fight his brother. “Really, you think you can do a better job than me?”
Axel shrugs.
“Oh no, you can’t just throw that shit out there and not back it up. I dare you to give Derrick a lap dance and let him decide which of us is the better lap dancer,” Christian argues.
“Oh, hell, yes.” I squeal excitedly. Best birthday ever. Come on, Daddy Axel, give it to me.
“What? Now?” Axel stumbles over his words.
“Yes, brother. Now! Unless you can’t handle it?” Christian pushes Axel.
“Oh my god, this is so hot,” I tell Ness.
“Okay, fine.” Axel jumps up out of his chair. “Derrick, are you ready to be entertained?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I get out of the pool as quickly as humanly possible, dry myself off, and grab a sun lounge. “Give it to me, baby.”
“Well, I’m going to need some music,” Axel says.
Christian hands him his phone, and Axel plays around with it until he finds the perfect song—‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly. He empties the bucket of ice into the garden and then fills the bucket with water. Not sure how much stripping he’s going to be doing as he is only wearing board shorts.
The music starts playing, and Axel starts dancing around, and wow, can he dance.
We’re talking full-on boy-band dancing. I can’t help but scream with excitement.
The gyrating and hip thrusting draw your attention to his dick because the man is commando under his shorts.
Hell yeah! He moves around, rolling those hips, his abs glisten in the sunlight, he’s gorgeous.
Then Axel picks up the bucket of water and pours it all over him.
I lick my lips as I watch the water run down every inch of his cut body, his board shorts becoming almost see-through.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream as I get my first glimpse of Axel’s dick.
To be fair, he is soft, but I like what I see.
The next thing I know, the man is hip-thrusting his dick in my face.
Yes! Harder! Harder! I can almost feel his dick slapping my cheeks.
I want more. Axel then slut drops on my crotch, and he damn near gives me half a chub as he starts grinding on me.
“You’re giving me a hard-on,” I yell, warning him.
It’s only natural. He just looks up at me and winks as if he loves the fact that he made me hard.
Then as if in slow motion, he unties his board shorts and throws them in my face.
What? Axel Taylor got naked for me.
When I look up, Axel’s hand is in front of his crotch, holding his monster cock, and then he turns around and tells me to slap his ass. Um, hell yeah, and so I do, slapping his hard ass while he moans and groans for me, and then jumps into the pool once the song is over.
“I think I need to join you. I need to cool down after that,” I say, running to the pool and jumping in, needing to hide my boner.
Everyone erupts into laughter and claps, even his twin is clapping at that performance.
“Still think mine was better,” Christian says with a pout.
“You’ll always be my number one,” I tell Christian, making him smile.
“But really, mine was the best, wasn’t it?” Axel asks me in the pool.
“It would have been better if you didn’t cover your junk.” I wink at him.
“Not covering it now.” Axel smirks, holding his hands up and then pushes me under water. Thankfully, the pool is crystal clear, and I get to see his cock. When I come back up, I smile. “Happy birthday, D. First and only time I’ll do that.”
“Appreciate it, kind sir,” I say, tipping my imaginary hat. “Never expected this from you, usually you’re more standoffish.”
“I don’t trust people,” he confesses to me.
“I’m sorry.”
He shakes my words away. “Everyone has things in their past that shape them into who they are.” Well damn, Axel. “I’m like this when I’m comfortable around people.”
“Are you saying you’re comfortable around me?”
“I am. I know we aren’t as close as you and Chris are,” he says.
“That’s because Chris bugs me to hang out, you can bug me to hang out too if you want,” I tell him. This makes him smile. Oh, Lord, that smile.
“Actually, I was going to ask you if you have time in your busy schedule to book in a style session,” he asks.
Oh. Wow. “You’re pretty stylish as it is. What help do you need?”
“My closet.”
“You want me to come over and help declutter your closet?” I ask him. He nods. Axel wants to spend one-on-one time with me. “I don’t charge my friends, I’m happy to come over and help organize it.”
“Really?”
“That lap dance was payment enough.” I wink at him.