CHAPTER 3
NOW
NICKY
We make our way through the foyer and down the hall, passing Tyler on our way in. Giving him the pound, I greet him before dismissing him back to his post outside. He nods in acknowledgement, though momentarily lingers, eyes flickering back toward the arched entrance of my rec room. Something akin to longing briefly swirls within his dark irises, then it’s as if he comes to his senses and quickly vacates the house.
Entering the space, I’m instantly met with the sight that is undoubtedly the reason Tyler was so hesitant to leave. On my oversized sectional, just as Rico promised, there’s a stunning naked brunette that could easily walk the Victoria’s Secret runway show. And, true to his word, there’s a blonde accompanying her donning nothing more than a pair of lacy black boyshorts. I’m sure she’s equally attractive. However, I can’t speak with certainty, considering her face is currently buried between the brunette’s thighs.
JP’s gonna be so pissed he missed this.
Walking around the back of the sofa, I peel my jacket from my arms and lock eyes with the dark-haired beauty just as she whimpers with pleasure, her back arching from the leather. Snagging her bottom lip with her teeth, she pulls at her nipple with one hand as she threads the other through her friend’s hair. She grips a fistful of blonde locks, pressing the girl’s face further into her pussy while sending me a seductive glance that lets me know she’d love nothing more than to let me fuck her into a coma. Her eyes briefly flash to the wall behind me where an impressive number of awards are on display from my years racing professional motocross.
The trophy room. For some reason they always wanna fuck in the trophy room.
My motocross career is what I’m best known for in this city—at least by the law-abiding public. I continued to race for several years after founding the Dukes. Had I not got caught up with the fucking Russians, I’d probably still be doing it. However, Yuri didn’t appreciate me dipping out half the year to ride. The choice was ultimately made for me, forcing me into early retirement at the height of my career.
I don’t consider myself a sentimental bastard, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss that shit every fucking day.
Certain perks definitely remain. For example, my legacy alone seems to carry me with women. Well, the fact I’m a fucking millionaire certainly doesn’t hurt, either. Even though I’m upfront that more than one night with me is not in the cards, I’m not lacking options in regard to pussy. When I was sixteen years old, one of the older sisters of the guys at the track pulled me into the woods after a race and proceeded to give me my first blow job. That was the day I learned that the ever-elusive emotional connection and a desire to fuck were not mutually exclusive.
And so began my slut era—and by slut, I mean me, not them.
A dozen romance novels—in the spirit of science—and a healthy sample of sexual encounters later, I figured some shit out. Feelings, I wasn’t great at. Orgasms? Turns out I excelled at that shit. Can’t really misread those interactions. “Harder, Daddy” doesn’t leave a lot of room for misinterpretation. Plus, if a man does his research, you really can’t go wrong. Seriously, that BookTok shit is like a goddamn “How-To” manual. Men, we got no fucking excuse.
I know I said this shit has gotten old over the years, but I’m still human. And though I’m not actively dedicating time to chasing ass, when I come home to a girl-on-girl pussy-eating marathon on my couch, my dick reacts accordingly.
A garbled gagging sound pulls my attention to the opposite side of the massive space where I see Rico wasting no time on formalities. The girl’s already on her knees practically choking on his dick as he strokes her hair, whispering her praises in Portuguese. I stifle a snort, turning back toward the women on my couch as I begin to unbuckle my belt.
Exhibitionism doesn’t bother me. It’s not that I get off on being watched. It just doesn’t register high on what I’d consider to be intimacy, and therefore doesn’t faze me. Sex is simply a function to elicit feelings of pleasure between two or more consenting adults. You want to watch me come? Fine by me. I discovered long ago by the reactions of my sexual partners that I had nothing to be self-conscious about when it came to my dick. And considering I don’t fuck in my personal bedroom, here’s as good a spot as any.
I pull the belt free from the waistband of my jeans before looping it around the wrists of the dark-haired vixen. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as I pull it tight, her hips quickening against her friend’s face in response.
I allow myself to slowly peruse her figure, actually taking time to appreciate the view. Her tits are spectacular, and I’m suddenly overcome with the desire to have them in my mouth. Bending down, I’m about to make contact when the woman moves to capture my lips. My grip on the belt tightens, the gesture causing her to wince.
“Uh-uh.” I playfully tsk. “Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t kiss. Don’t worry, though. My mouth is better utilized in other ways.”
I lean forward, swirling my tongue around her nipple. She moans in response, and I release her just long enough to finish tying off her hands before I drop back down to capture the tight bud once more, this time with my teeth. My hand locates the other one, where I alternate between pulling and rolling it between my fingertips. I imagine they’ve been at this for a while because her body begins to shake with the beginnings of her impending orgasm as me and the blonde continue to work her over.
My tongue makes another pass over her hardened peak before suctioning my mouth overtop. Releasing her with a pop, I give her breast a slap, appreciating the way it bounces before I direct my gaze back to her face.
“What’s your name, sweetness?”
“C-Cassidy,” she stutters on a breathless moan, eyes rolling back in her head as her friend continues to devour her.
“Cassidy.” I smile. “Nice to meet you. And who’s this?”
Cassidy’s attention drifts down just in time to see me stroke her friend’s hair.
“That’s… oh God,” she moans before regaining some composure. “That’s Jada.”
“Jada,” I repeat. “Well, Cassidy, with the way Jada here is feasting on you, I’d say she’s either got quite the crush or she’s going for gold in the best friend category. How’s her tongue feel? She doing a good job?”
“Yesss.” She breathes a sigh, drawing out the word as her wrists contort within the confines of the restraint.
“Good.” I chuckle. “So, here’s what we’re gonna do, Cassidy. Eyes on me.”
Her hooded gaze lands on me once more as she struggles to keep her eyes open.
“Good girl. I’m gonna help Jada here finish you off, and then you and I are gonna return the favor.”
“T-then w-what?” Cassidy forces out between her pleasure filled whimpers.
“Then I’m gonna lay you out side by side and take turns fucking you ‘til I see which one of these pretty pussies is able to pull every last drop of cum from my cock.”
Jada’s muffled moan is so loud, for a moment I think she’s finally come up for air. But when I glance over, she’s still diligently at work. I notice she’s positioned herself along the edge of the cushion, where she’s now grinding against it in search of some friction for herself. I will most definitely have to have this couch professionally cleaned tomorrow, but if a beautiful woman wants to pleasure herself, who am I to stop her?
My hand slips down Cassidy’s stomach, my fingers parting into a V at her folds where I can feel Jada’s warm wet tongue circling her clit. Jesus, it’s a fucking Slip ‘N Slide down here. My cock twitches in anticipation of sliding inside, painfully straining against the zipper of my jeans.
Down, boy. Ladies first.
Maneuvering my hand around Jada’s face, I’m able to reach down to locate Cassidy’s entrance. My hand’s coated in her juices, making it easy to slip two fingers inside.
“Fuuuck…” Cassidy bucks her hips, almost throwing Jada off her in the process.
“Easy, pretty girl.” I slowly pump my fingers in and out, pausing every few passes to massage her inner walls. “We don’t want to hurt Jada now. She’s doing such a good job, isn’t she?”
I slip a third finger inside and feel her clench around me. Jada wraps her arms around Cassidy’s thighs, securing her in place when her breathing grows more erratic, and I can tell she’s teetering on the edge.
“Tell her,” I urge as I quicken my movements. “Tell Jada what a good girl she is.”
“Oh my God…” she moans. “You’re such a good girl, Jada.” Cassidy begins grinding more aggressively now against Jada’s face as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. Jada, in turn, is now full on humping my couch, desperate for her own release.
“You can do better than that. Tell her how much you like her tongue.”
“I love your tongue!”
I manage to refrain from rolling my eyes. A girl willing to obey my commands in the bedroom is hot, but what I would give for a night with someone who was actually skilled at dirty talk and didn’t need me to spoon-feed them a fucking script.
You had one of those, once upon a time.
Cassidy tightens around me once more, and I watch as her entire body violently contracts. I pull Jada off her, plunging my fingers back inside as I massage that sweet spot up to the front. She detonates, her scream echoing off my vaulted ceilings as she completely unravels.
“There it is. That’s right, sweetheart. Let it all out.” I encourage as I stroke her through the final tremors of her orgasm. She pulses one final time, then relaxes into the soft leather of my sofa, thoroughly spent.
“No. No. Up we go. Time for you to return the favor.” I take her by the elbow, gently guiding her upright and freeing her wrists as Jada lays back and spreads her legs. Cassidy settles in between them. Glancing up at me with a sexy smirk, she pulls the black lace of Jada’s panties to the side and takes a long, slow lick, all while holding my gaze.
Jada’s moan is so much sexier than Cassidy’s. Low and raspy. It sends a jolt of electricity through my cock, and I’m suddenly incredibly eager to hear what she sounds like when she comes. I stand to undo the button and zipper on my jeans when a steady thumping noise draws my attention back to the other side of the room. Rico has his girl pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into her relentlessly. Judging by the noises she’s making, she’s enjoying every single thrust.
Turning my attention back to my little party, I reach into my boxer briefs and grip hold of my rock-hard cock. I watch Cassidy suck on Jada’s clit, giving myself a few languid strokes, just enough to take the edge off. It’s then I notice I finally have a clear view of Jada’s face and, damn, she blows Cassidy out of the fucking water. Her head’s thrown back in ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth parted on a moan.
God, I want to fuck her face.
Positioning myself closer to her head, I decide I’m going to do just that. I push down at the waist of my jeans, lowering my underwear as well and freeing my dick. Gripping the base, I pump a few more times in anticipation before guiding it toward the bombshell’s plush lips. She doesn’t even flinch when I nudge her to open. Instead, she swallows me deep, and when she opens her throat to take me the rest of the way, it becomes abundantly clear this is not her first time around the block.
Holy fuck. She sucks cock like a champ. My head drops forward, hands gripping the back of the couch as I plunge into her warm wet mouth over and over again.
“Hey!” Cassidy whines. “I want to suck it.”
I groan in annoyance, though maintain my rhythm. Nothing is stopping me from coming in this girl’s mouth. “You want to get fucked, Cassidy?” I look over at her to find her practically panting as she nods. “Only good girls get fucked. Finish your dinner—” I gesture toward Jada’s glistening pink pussy. “—or you get nothing.”
Cassidy all but dives back in face first, allowing me to return my focus to the way Jada’s throat feels constricting around the head of my cock. I’m close. Just a few more thrusts, and she’ll suck the life right out of me. Reaching down, I brush a few of her curls from her face, allowing myself to admire her once more. “That’s it. You gonna swallow my cum?”
She moans around my dick in agreement, the outer edges of her mouth turning up in a smile.
“Yeah, you are, pretty girl.” I pick up the pace and start to feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. “Open your eyes for me. I want you to watch when I empty into your mouth.”
Her long dark lashes flutter before opening to reveal a pair of bright green irises.
I. Fucking. Freeze.
Mid-thrust, cock lodged at the back of her throat.
They aren’t an exact match to the ones that haunt my dreams—nothing could ever truly compare to those—but they’re too fucking close for comfort.
Without warning, I retract. My jeans are up and fastened before Jada’s even fully registered my dick’s no longer in her mouth.
“Nicky?!” The blonde calls out.
“Hey! Where you going?!” Cassidy’s voice sounds a fraction of a second later.
I ignore them both, ascending the stairs in a sprint before navigating my way to the east wing of the house. I text Tyler as I go, firing off a quick message.
ME: HAD TO TEND TO SOMETHING. AS LONG AS THE GIRLS ARE GAME, YOU’RE WELCOME TO THEM. BLONDE ONE COULD SUCK A TENNIS BALL THROUGH A STRAW. CONSIDER YOURSELF ON brEAK.
His response comes through in seconds.
TYLER: I HOPE YOU KNOW I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR YOU.
Any other day, his pussy-fueled loyalty would earn a chuckle, but right now I can’t even manage the faintest of smiles. Entering the master suite, I slam the door behind me with considerable force before engaging the lock.
Striding over to the corner bar, I pour some whiskey into a crystal tumbler and take a sip. It does little to calm my nerves, evident by the slight shake of my hand. Downing the last of the amber liquid, I hurl the glass toward the opposite side of the room, watching it shatter when it collides with the wall. I sink down onto the foot of my bed, my head dropping into my hands as I attempt to steady myself against the slow tremors currently threatening to overtake me.
The eyes, their unforgiving stare followed me all the way up here, only right now it’s not Jada’s I see… it’s hers.
“Count it down,” I whisper to myself.
Three things I can hear: Not her voice, because she and I don’t talk anymore. Not her laugh, because all I ever did was hurt her. Not her smartass remarks, because I’m not even worth her time to insult.
Two things I can smell: Not her perfume, because she won’t come within a hundred feet of me. Not her morning coffee, because she doesn’t wake up in my bed.
Jesus, Nicky. Focus.
One thing I can see…
My body drops back against my pristine white down comforter on a resigned sigh.
Her.
Even in her absence.
Even in my dreams.
Even when I’m trying to lose myself in someone else…
There’s always only one face I see.