Chapter 29 Nyx
NYX
Iwake up, curled into a warm, hard body.
I nuzzle into who I assume is Blue. He lets out an adorable grumble.
Considering the sun is shining right in our faces.
It must be pushing nine in the morning. I am wearing nothing but a small pair of boy shorts with no shirt on.
He must have put me to bed and just took off the hoodie I was wearing before I passed out on the couch.
“Good morning, babe.” He kisses me on the forehead, and my whole body melts into him further.
I have a leg thrown over his tree trunk of a thigh.
God, these men are stacked, in all the best ways.
They are tall, muscles on muscles, and that’s not even talking about their dicks.
With the first thought of their cocks, I feel my clit start to throb.
“Good morning, Blue.” I pepper his bare chest with kisses, and I start to run my fingers over the grooves of his abs.
“Little Witch, what are you trying to start?” I look up to see that sexy as fuck smirk on his face.
“Nothing.” I lower my head back to kiss his chest. I lick down his chest and over the amazing eight-pack he has. Paying specific attention to the delicious V peeking out over his basketball shorts.
“Mmhmm.” He growls out. I know I am torturing him. I look around to make sure that Midnight didn’t join us in the night. My little boy doesn’t need to witness this.
I start to shimmy his shorts down his legs.
He lifts his hips to help me get them off.
I untangle them from his feet and I throw them towards my closet.
Climbing back up the bed and he is watching me through hooded lids.
His cock is hard and twitching. I take it in my grasp and lick it from base to tip.
“Fuuuck.” He growls out.
His groan is the end of my control. I take his hard length into my throat, relaxing around the intrusion. I drag my tongue along his length when I go to pull out. Looking up, I make eye contact with him and hold as best as I can while I suck him back in.
“Little Witch, I am not going to last if you keep looking at me like that.” I take that as permission to keep going.
I have never been one to enjoy giving blowjobs, but damn, this one is a different story, or maybe it is the men I have been sucking on lately.
I feel my panties getting damp the longer I go down on him.
I can feel his legs tightening up underneath my hands.
Every breath and moan coming from him is used as gasoline to the fire I can feel burning in my core.
I suck harder, taking him further down my throat until I know there is going to be internal bruising.
His control snaps like a bowstring. His hands tangle in my hair. Taking control over my movements, he starts to meet my head thrust for thrust with his hips. The pace quickening, and becoming erratic.
“Fuuuuck, that's it, Little Witch. Don’t swallow, baby, hold it in your mouth. I need to see it.” I swear I could come just from his orders growled out.
He holds my head on his cock before I feel it start to twitch.
His warm load fills my mouth, and I resist the urge to swallow it instantly.
He stops twitching in my mouth just moments before he lifts me off his softening dick. “Open up.”
It’s all he has to say before I open my mouth to show him, his come sitting in a puddle on my tongue. I stick my tongue out of my mouth, allowing it to drip down my chin and onto my chest.
“Goddamn, that is such a hot fucking sight. Baby, can I take a photo of you to send to Dee?” He meets my eyes with his lust-filled baby blues. I nod slightly, trying to not disturb the mess I have made of myself.
Drool and tears running down my face now mixed with his come dripping off my tongue, down my chin, landing on my bare breasts.
He grabs his phone off the nightstand where it was plugged in before he starts frantically swiping.
Pointing the phone at me, he snaps a photo before running to the bathroom, where I hear him turn on the sink.
He comes out a moment later with a warm wet washcloth, and he proceeds to clean me up.
“Can I return the favor, Little Witch?” He moves to lay me on the bed before he slips his thumbs in the sides of my underwear and pulls them down my legs.
Graham left the apartment a little while ago, and I am getting around for a much-needed day of hanging out with my bestie. Kyra and I are going to go visit a few smaller bookstores in the area and grab some food. I pull my phone out to let the guys know I am going to be out for the afternoon.
Me: Hey
Blue: Do you miss me already, my beautiful, filthy, Little Witch?
Dee: Hey baby, what’s up?
Me: Haha, Blue. No, I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that I am heading out for the afternoon with Kyra.
Blue: Well I miss you.
Dee: Be safe.
Me: Blue, I always miss you guys when I’m not with you. But that was not the reason for the message.
Blue: Okay good! Have a good day! Be safe!
I smile at their messages, knowing that I am cared for in a way I haven’t been since my dad passed. I grab my bag, give Midnight a little treat and some scratches before running out of the apartment. Setting the alarm and then locking the door behind me.
I pull up outside of Kyra’s little trailer she shares with Mike, her dipshit fiancé.
He has never given me the loving and thoughtful spouse vibes.
He is more of a tool if you ask me, but I have to support my best friend in whatever decisions she makes.
The douche himself is standing out on their little makeshift patio with a huge dip in his lip, spitting out into the lawn. Bleh.
He is roughly six feet tall, if he’s lucky.
His beer belly is barely covered up by the stained and battered, Browning t-shirt.
He tries so hard to grow a beard, but he is completely incapable.
It is just a mess of patchy thin peach fuzz over his cheeks and jawline.
I am honestly shocked that he isn’t already piss drunk this afternoon, at least not that I can tell.
“Kyra!” He hollers through the screen door. “Your friend is here.” Yeah, asshole, I am her friend, and I will remove you from her life one of these days. Of course, I can’t tell him that, but I know I will succeed one of these days.
I see her adorable blonde head come out of the house, clutching her purse to her body. When she sees my car, her face breaks into a shit-eating grin. I am so glad I can be a source of joy for her. She is the sunshine in the gloomy winters for me.
“Hey girl hey!” She says as she opens the door to my SUV.
“Hey Love.” I return her greeting, before putting the vehicle in reverse to get the fuck out of here before Mike changes his mind. The asshole was supposed to be gone, but he got suspicious she was up to no good, so he opted to stay home.
“So where are we off to?” She buckles her seat belt and turns to me.
“I figured we can go visit a couple of our favorite bookstores, grab some food and just spend time together.” I smile and pull out of the trailer park.
“Sooooo, tell me about these men.” She is too excited for her own good. If she could bounce out of her skin, she would. “You know you can’t leave me in the dark, tell me all the dirty details.”
“What do you want to know?” I laugh at her.
“Everything!”
“Fine, where to begin. So, as you know, they own Devil Dog Security. The city works with them when we have major events happening. I was stationed with them on the roof of Comerica during the playoff games. They are deliciously hot, and I swear could get me off with their commands. Kye, I have never wanted to be with guys who could be so bossy, but fuck, Demitri has me calling him Sir in the bedroom and it’s the hottest thing ever. ”
“So are they good in bed?”
“Good isn’t the word to use, life changing would probably be better.” She starts to giggle, while clapping her hands in front of her face. I continue to tell her about how amazing my guys are while we drive to our first stop, Down Under Coffee.
We have procured our fuel for our little shopping day, and now we are walking down the street to this cute little romance bookstore.
It is one I visit frequently because it is close to the apartment.
I feel eyes on us while we are walking, but I cannot seem to catch whoever is watching us.
I stay vigilant because I don’t want anything to happen to Kyra, but I also don’t want to make her worry.
Walking into the cute little shop, the owner greets us with a smile, and tells us that he just got a bunch of new books into the shop.
Sipping our coffees, we wander the shelves just enjoying the peacefulness of a bookstore.
We stop randomly picking up books, reading the backs, or just taking a moment to smell the pages.
“So are you guys just fucking?” Kyra asks randomly while she places a book back on the shelf.
“What the fuck, Kye? You can’t just ask me that randomly.” I laugh, turning to look at her.
“Well?”
“No, I don’t think we are just fucking. Graham took me on a date to this quaint little drive-in movie place last night, and I know Demitri has a date up his sleeve. He won’t tell me what it is, but neither would Graham before we went.”
“Oh, my goodness. That is so freaking adorable. You totally deserve guys who want to spoil the shit out of you. Do either of them have a brother?” She blushes and laughs. “Totally kidding by the way.”
“Uh huh, sure you're kidding. Honestly, I am not sure. I know Dee had a sister, something happened, but I am not sure.” I grab a copy of “Check My Body, Grump” by Ariana St. Claire off the shelf, flipping it over and reading the back. Adding it to my basket of books I plan on purchasing. Who doesn’t love masked men chasing you through a haunted house?
We finish up at the bookstore and head out to grab some food.
Pulling up at a small little Mexican joint up the road.
I still can’t shake the feeling of being watched, but a couple of margaritas should solve that issue soon enough.
We order some chicken tacos and a couple of mango margaritas.
It is always so nice to get a little time with just me and her.
It’s always so energizing because I do not have to worry about being on all the time.
Kyra accepts me no matter what, and she is the one person in the world that I don’t fear her judgement.