Dirty Ever After (Dirty Texas #6)

Chapter 1 Derrick

DERRICK

This man is so fucking delicious.

His lips are so soft, and the way he talks dirty to me in Portuguese does things to my dick. And I really can’t wait for him to do things to my dick.

“This is your room?” he questions as he rubs his hard body all over mine.

“Yes.” My hand shakes as I unlock the glass door to my bedroom.

How hard is it to unlock this stupid thing?

Thankfully, after a couple of tries, I’m able to open it and we almost tumble inside.

Ricardo’s hands are all over me as soon as we step over that threshold, as he turns me around and captures my lips again with his.

We kick off our shoes and each of us sheds our shirts.

I, of course, pause for a moment to appreciate all those tanned, toned abs.

“Like what you see?” Ricardo smirks at me.

“You know I do.” I run my finger along the defined bumps of his abs.

I need to up my gym routine next to this man.

“I’d like to see more, though.” I bite my bottom lip trying to be coy.

Derrick Jones coy, now that’s a statement.

Look, I may appear confident, gorgeous, loud, the perfect male specimen, but even perfection can have hidden insecurities.

I’ve never hidden away from my sexuality, but since coming out to my parents all those years ago, and them turning their backs on me, sometimes my parents’ cruel words filter through and cut me after all this time.

I’m lucky I have Sienna, Vanessa, Stacey, and all their wonderful families, because they’re all I’ve got in the world.

Now is not the time to think about your family trauma.

You need to be concentrating on that huge dick Ricardo has just pulled out of his pants.

Where the hell has he been hiding that anaconda?

“You like, Derrick?” Ricardo smirks. He knows I like judging by the thickening in my pants.

“Daddy likes.” I smirk, pulling down my pants and showing him just how hard he is making me.

I give my cock a couple of tugs and watch as Ricardo’s chocolate eyes widen and turn molten with need.

He licks those perfectly soft lips, and I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do with this man.

“Does Daddy want me on my knees?” Ricardo asks.

Fuck yeah, Daddy does. I move to the edge of my bed and take a seat.

“On your knees, I want to see what those pretty little lips can do wrapped around my cock.” I smirk.

Ricardo drops to his knees and grins as he shuffles between my legs, then he grabs my cock and slides his hands along my velvety skin, teasing me.

Goosebumps break out across my skin and a moan falls from my lips as I lean back and watch this handsome man admire my cock.

Strong hands wrap around me as he starts tugging on it, feeling it thickening even more.

“You’re so thick.” He groans, licking his lips.

I watch as a bead of precum blooms on the tip of my cock.

Ricardo notices as well, and I watch as his pink tongue comes out and licks the bead away.

Fucking hell. This is torture. He continues to tease me, making my toes curl as his tongue darts out, capturing each new bead on the tip.

“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes. This sweet torture is exactly what I need.

This move to LA has been stressful. I have been so busy helping my bestie start a new life after her husband left her and stole all her money, leaving her practically nothing, but I’m proud of her pulling herself out of the hole that asshole put her in.

She got us a gig with Dirty Fucking Texas as their style crew on their European tour, and we’ve moved to LA for the foreseeable future.

And I think I’m going to like LA, judging by the way Ricardo has now wrapped his lips around my cock as he tries to suck the life out of me.

When I open my eyes again, I notice someone is watching us.

Normally, I’m all up for a bit of exhibitionism, but as my eyes narrow and focus in on the dark shadow, I realize it’s Chance Cole from Sons of Brooklyn watching.

He’s not the first straight guy to watch me in action, but I’m surprised that it’s him.

I thought he would have been getting a blowie from one of the many female groupies that have been surrounding him all night.

Ricardo notices that my attention has been pulled in another direction, and he turns and looks over at the door, surprised to see who it is. “You think he wants to join?” he whispers.

“I’m not sure, but don’t stop. If he wants to watch you give me head then so be it.

” Ricardo nods and goes back to sucking the life from my cock.

I let him go for a little while longer to see what Chance does, but he continues to watch.

It’s not until he rearranges his cock that I realize he is turned on.

Wow. I was not expecting that. Does two men turn him on?

Is he imagining him on his knees for me, or Ricardo sucking his cock?

“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to join in?” The words surprise not only me but him also. Ricardo stops sucking for a millisecond before continuing his tug-of-war with my cock.

Chance hesitates, and I watch as conflict crosses his face.

I’m sure he is about to turn and walk away, but instead, I watch in slow motion as he walks into my room and closes the glass sliding door, where he locks it.

He then pulls the curtain covering the door, so no one can see in, dumping us into semi-darkness, as he slowly strides toward us.

Ricardo stops what he’s doing and looks up at Chance, those chocolate eyes giving him the once over.

“What do you want, Chance?” I ask. My dick, slick with Ricardo’s saliva is standing to attention as those eyes, the color of sea glass, look down at my dick, which twitches under his watchful gaze.

“You want to suck my cock, Chance?” He stiffens at my direct question, but I see no point pussy footing around when both Ricardo and I are naked and he’s walked in on us.

“You’re obviously here for something. I’m curious about what that is. ”

“I … um …” Chance stutters over his words. His eyes meet mine, and I can see he is unsure of how to verbalize what he wants.

“Get on your knees, Chance, and show me what that pretty mouth can do for me,” I say.

Ricardo gets off his knees and moves to the side, making room for Chance to do as he is told.

He hesitates, and I see a deep frown set in as he stares at my cock.

“You’re either in or out, Chance. You interrupted a phenomenal blowjob to just stare at my dick.

” My words pull Chance from whatever conversation he was having in his head and the next thing I know he is dropping to his knees.

He gives me a smirk, and that little fucker, deep throats my cock like a pro.

What is happening? “Fuck,” I curse as I flop back in bed.

Where the hell did this kid learn these skills?

“So hot.” Ricardo smirks.

“Get up here and give me your cock,” I tell him. He jumps on the bed and places his knees on either side of my head and shoves his gorgeous cock down my throat.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” He moans as he pushes his cock all the way down my throat, choking me. If this is how I die, I’m okay with it.

It doesn’t take Chance long to have me squirming, and I can feel my balls start to tingle. Dammit, his mouth is like a damn hoover, and I’m seconds from blowing my load down his throat. A couple more sucks, and it pushes me over the edge. I moan around Ricardo’s dick, who is face fucking me.

“Fuck,” he screams, my orgasm setting his off as he comes down my throat. Shit. I try to catch a breath as Ricardo pulls his semi hard cock from my mouth and rolls over. I’m still laid out like a sated starfish except when I sit up on my elbows, I see Chance, and he does not look sated at all.

“What do you need?” I ask him.

“You,” he declares.

“There’s lube and condoms in the bedside drawer,” I tell him. He nods and grabs them.

“Do you mind if I watch?” Ricardo asks.

“No. Do you mind if he fucks me?” I ask him.

“Hell no. I’m hoping in twenty minutes I’m able to get a turn,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me.

You and me both. When we pull away from each other, we watch as Chance undresses.

My eyes trace every cut muscle of his lean body as he slides the condom on.

Those blue-green eyes lock on mine as he continues to tug on his cock.

Teasing me. Chance then leans over my body, his hands staying on either side of my face as he looms over me.

“Line me up, Derrick,” he demands. I do as he says, grab his dick, and line him up with my hole.

He pushes against it ever so softly, testing me, which pulls a moan from my lips and a grin across his.

“So tight.” He smirks as he slowly rocks against me.

“You’re so fucking hot, Derrick. I noticed you as soon as I walked in,” he whispers into my ear.

“Fuck, Chance.”

“I will, let me in and I’ll fuck you so good.” He slowly rocks against me, inching in deeper. This is torture. My hands run down his body, reach the curve of his ass, and grip him tightly as I pull him inside of me.

“So tight.” He hisses, before his mouth captures mine in a searing kiss. Yes! As we devour each other, Chance slowly drags himself almost out of me and then thrusts deeper back into me. This man knows what he’s doing and is doing it well. “Fuck, Derrick.”

“Fuck me, Chance. Fuck me.” And he does.

Hard and fast, we are both panting as he takes what he wants until my cock is hard again, standing between us, which Ricardo notices and he starts jerking me off.

This is intense. I don’t have many threesomes, this is probably my fourth one.

The room is filled with the sounds of my grunts and moans, and the smell of sex swirls in the air until Chance groans his release and I do my own which ends up all over my stomach.

Fuck.

This wasn’t at all how I saw my night going, but I’m happy it’s turned out this way.

Ricardo left after a couple more hours of play, leaving Chance and me exhausted in bed.

“I think I should probably go,” Chance says, getting out of bed. I nod. I’m not going to beg someone to stay. I watch in silence as he gets dressed.

“I thought you were straight?” I ask Chance, which stills him.

“Um …” He runs his hand through his hair, showing off those thick biceps, the tattoos visible from under the fabric.

“You don’t owe me an explanation, it was more of an observation. I had fun with you tonight.”

“I did too,” he confesses.

“I’m assuming no one knows this side of you?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “I get it. I’m sure your adoring female fans would be devastated to know you’re not interested in them.”

“But I am,” he snaps.

Oh.

“You like women?”

“Yes.”

“But you also like men?”

“Yes. It’s not a big deal, okay,” he says, getting upset.

“I know it’s not. Just making conversation,” I tell him.

He scrubs his face. “Sorry. Just … no one can know.” He’s in the closet, I see.

“I understand,” I reassure him.

Chance looks relieved as he walks back around the bed and sits down beside me again. “Can we do it again?” he asks, biting his bottom lip nervously.

“The threesome? I’m sure Ricardo is up for it.”

He shakes his head. “Not with him, with … you.”

Oh.

“You want to hook up with me again?” I ask him.

“Yes. But … it can only be sex that’s all I can offer,” he explains.

“Sweet child, I’m not looking for more. Derrick Jones is about to go to Europe for the next couple of months. He is not looking to be monogamous when there is European dick on offer. No offence,” I tell him.

Chance bursts out laughing. “That is very true. You don’t filter yourself, do you?” he asks.

“Hell no. This is me, take it or leave it.”

“Wish I could be more like that, but … I can’t,” he says sadly.

“When I came out, my parents cut me out of their lives. So, I get it,” I explain to him.

“I have too much to lose,” he confesses. I nod. I get it. He’s a rock star. He has adoring fans. A record label. The media attention would be huge if he came out.

“You don’t owe me an explanation, Chance. It’s your life,” I tell him.

“How are you so understanding?” he asks.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“A lot of men I’ve been with try to blackmail me?”

“What!”

He nods sadly. “I thought you might be different because Dirty Texas seems to trust you.”

“You don’t have to fear me, Chance. You want to have fun, I’m here. I’ve been with a lot of men who need to hide who they are, I’m used to it.”

“Derrick.”

I shake my head. “Don’t. They never deceived me, I knew what I was getting into. Here …” I say, scribbling my number down on some paper. “You need anything, and when I say anything, it could be a blowjob or someone to talk to, you use it.”

Chance takes it and stuffs it into his pocket before grabbing my face and kissing me. “Thank you.” And with that, he disappears back out to the party.