by Toni Aleo
Clearing his throat from emotion, he nodded. “Thanks, bro.”
Pierre then laughed before looking over at Jordie. “Almost thought some girl finally got to you.”
Jordie scoffed as he looked out the window, hating that he could still see Kacey’s pleading eyes, begging him to love her back. He shook his head. “Nah, man, no one can get close enough.”
“True that. But don’t worry, I’ll have you so fucking drunk and have so many bitches making you come that you won’t even know you have legs.”
“Perfect.”
He just hoped it worked.
Pierre wasn’t lying when he promised a good time.
Instead of going out, he invited the whole New Orleans Jazz team to the house, along with so many hot women that Jordie’s hands were twitching by the time the doorbell rang a second time. He was ready to bury himself inside someone, ready to forget, but of course, Pierre had to introduce him to everyone first. The house was huge and kind of over the top for Pierre. He remembered the kid eating ramen and begging girls for kisses when they roamed the halls back in college. He wasn’t the flashy kind of guy back then, but being a famous hockey player could do that to you, he guessed. And he was soon learning that he didn’t care for the person Pierre had become.
With the size of the house and the number of people who had shown up, Jordie presumed being the captain of a team was good for his friend, but Pierre hated it. Which was something else Jordie didn’t understand. The whole team seemed to love Pierre, but he didn’t seem to be feeling it. He was more concerned with getting drunk and smashing bitches than actually appreciating his team. Something else Jordie didn’t like.
Shea Adler, Jordie’s captain, was completely different. But then, the Assassins were a family, not just a paycheck. Shea texted him twice a week, checking in. Jordie’s boss, Elli Adler, called three times a week, an hour after each PT session, to see how he felt. Even the rest of the guys called and texted just to keep his spirits up, as Karson had said. Some of the wives had even sent him baked goods, which was really great, and he truly did believe that was what kept him from giving up.
They were a family. Pierre and his team just seemed like coworkers. It was sad, but it also reminded him how much he missed his hockey family. He didn’t need that right now. This trip was supposed to help him forget the shit that his life had become, not remember that he let go of the girl he loved, that his leg was busted, that he wasn’t playing hockey, and that he was living with his mom and her nineteenth husband.
So instead, he got to know the guys, even had played with a few of them in the AHL. They were nice enough, he guessed, not that he really cared though. He wouldn’t talk to these guys except at events after this. So he smiled and joked, but he was more concerned with which girl he was going to go after first. There were all kinds, tall, short, big, small, model-type, actresses, and then even some athletes. He steered cleared of them since they reminded him too much of Kacey. But then it got to a point where it didn’t matter because he was beyond inebriated. He wasn’t sure what Pierre had put in his cup, but it made everything go away.
Soon all that mattered was how far his cock could go down the throat of the girl he was trapped in the bathroom with. He wasn’t sure how she got in there, wasn’t sure how his pants fell, or how his cock got sucked between her lips. But then, really, who was he to question the whole thing? No, he’d enjoy the view and of course the pleasure she was giving him. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back as she took him far down her throat, raking her teeth up his shaft before sucking the tip like a lollipop. Cupping his balls, she spit on his cock before running her tongue along the shaft and then taking him back in her mouth.
She was decent, he decided, and he could feel his orgasm building, but he should have come already. They’d been here for a while; maybe he needed a different rhythm. Lacing his fingers through her hair, he was about to move her head to the speed he knew would get him off, but the feel of her hair was familiar. Opening his eyes quickly, he looked down, and for a split second he saw her.
Kacey.
Blinking a few times, refocusing as his heart pounded in his chest, the blonde’s blue eyes blazed up at him before a sneaky grin came over her mouth.
“Wanna come, baby? You can come all over my tits,” she urged, popping the two huge, obviously fake tits out of her lacy top. “You’re so hot. I love your beard. I wonder how it would feel between my legs.”
She had a very annoying voice and she wasn’t very pretty. Not like Kacey. Kacey’s face was soft and sweet, her eyes such a lovely brown that could see inside his soul. She was a good person too, would never be caught giving head in a bathroom at a party. But she did give some fantastic fucking head. She had a way of just curving her tongue around the tip of his cock and squeezing his balls before he busted his load all over the damn place. Not on her pretty face though. He wouldn’t do that to her. He respected her. But this girl, no, he didn’t fucking give two shits about her. He was here to fuck, he was here to get drunk, and he was here to forget.
Forget about Kacey. Forget about his career that hung in the balance.
And what better way than to shove his cock so far down this girl’s throat, he was sure to completely forget everything.
“Yeah, su—” He stopped, swallowing hard. That was her nickname because she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Clearing his throat, he said, “Yeah, baby, take my cock in that mouth of yours.”
Sending him another grin, she took him like he wanted, and soon she turned into a porn star, sucking his cock so hard that he almost came out of his damn shoes. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the wall as he thrust into her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting her throat and making her gag, but she kept taking it. Squeezing her tit, his other hand held her hair tightly, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth, racing toward his release.
Finally, he was there, his hips arching forward as he came hard. Grunting loudly, he squeezed her tit and her hair as he blew his load. His heart felt as if it was coming out of his chest, and his muscles burned from where he was pushing her head down onto his cock. But the thing that bothered him the most was that the pain was still there.
In his heart and in his leg.
Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and looked down at where she was wiping her face free of his come.
Oops. He’d missed her tits.
But as he had heard many times since arriving in New Orleans, things got dirty in the dirty south.
And Jordie Thomas was just getting started.
When the girl gave him the eyes that meant she was a crazy, Jordie knew he had to get out of there. Patting her on the shoulder, he thanked her and hightailed it out of the bathroom, running right into Pierre. Looking past his shoulder, Pierre must have seen the girl because he smirked before meeting Jordie’s gaze.
“She gives great head,” he commented, but Jordie shrugged.
“Eh, it was all right,” he said in what he thought was a low voice. But when the blonde knocked into him from behind, throwing her middle finger in his face, he figured he must have yelled it instead.
Well, at least she wouldn’t come back for seconds.
As they watched her walk away, Jordie really didn’t understand why he had allowed her to suck him off in the bathroom without even knowing her name, but then he knew why. Because he was a fucking pathetic excuse for a man, not that he would tell anyone else that.
“What was her name?” he finally asked since he liked to know who sucked him off.
Pierre shrugged, looking at Jordie with a heavy-lidded expression. Even in his drunken state, Jordie could see that his buddy was not only getting older but was fucking drunk. He was two years older than Jordie, thirty-three, and he looked every one of those years. Like Jordie, he’d grown up poor, but Pierre at least had both his parents and a good home life, for the most part. Jordie’s mom couldn’t stay with one man long enough to even know if she didn’t like ’em. Someone new an
d shiny always came up, which meant they would move somewhere else. Until she got with the jackass who ultimately ruined Jordie’s childhood.
Scrunching up his face, he didn’t know why he was thinking of that. Was he really that drunk?
“I have no clue. We call her BJ around here,” Pierre said, bringing Jordie’s attention back to him.
“Well, that’s not nice,” Jordie said sarcastically.
Pierre laughed as he nodded. “Well, I guess not, but then a classy girl who’s worth a real name wouldn’t give head to a bunch of dudes, hoping that one of them falls in love or knocks her up.”
Jordie laughed since this wasn’t the first time he had heard that. It wasn’t only New Orleans that had those kinds of females; no, they were everywhere. Always out to trap a dude with a baby. Jordie was having none of that. Always wrapped his shit up—couldn’t do it. One day though, he’d like to have a kid… But then, why? The Assassins wives were popping some out every other month. He always had a little person to hang with.
Still though, Jordie needed to remember to wrap up while he was down here. That’s all he needed was to knock some bitch up down here and go back to Nashville where Kacey would hear about it. It would break her. Not that she wasn’t broken now.
“Fuck,” he muttered, closing his eyes and pulling in a breath through his nose.
“Yup, told you. Down here, everyone is looking for a one-way ticket on out,” Pierre said, obviously unaware of the internal struggle Jordie was dealing with. “Be careful, wrap your shit up.”
He didn’t need the warning. But before he could tell him that, Pierre threw his arm around Jordie’s shoulders and said, “Well, since she was a dud, let’s go find you someone who will rock your world!”
Jordie wished he were more excited, but he nodded just the same, and together they headed down the hall to a door. Pushing it open, Pierre went through first and then looked back at Jordie, grinning like a fool.
“What?” Jordie laughed, confused as he came through. They were in some sort of a grotto room where water was running, and when Pierre moved out of the way, Jordie could see three gorgeous ladies in a hot tub set in the brick floor.
Naked.
Breathless, Jordie watched as the girls looked back at him and then grinned. Returning their smiles, he watched as Pierre came to the edge of the hot tub and cocked his head back at Jordie.
“Ladies, this is my very good friend, Jordie Thomas. He’s in for a visit. Wanna show him a good time?”
One of the girls, a redhead, flashed him a look, but the other two were nodding. He figured two out of three were good odds.
“He’s hairy,” the redhead complained, and Jordie shrugged. “You know I like my men like you, Pierre.”
Looking back at Pierre, Jordie gave him a look that said that Jordie was way more man than he was. But Pierre ignored him and said, “Yeah, I’ve told him to shave, but he likes that Duck Dynasty-look, I guess. But true story, his dick is the biggest I’ve ever seen.”
Jordie laughed at that and deliberately stroked his beard. He only did that when someone brought attention to the long, dark brown beard that reached just to his chest. It took patience to grow something like his flavor saver, and he was damn well proud of it. Fuck both of them for saying anything other than that. He’d rather look like a man than a nine-year-old boy.
“Shut up! You just want us to sleep with him,” the redhead said, smacking Pierre playfully.
“I mean, don’t you want to? He’s way hotter than me,” Pierre said, and for some reason, Jordie felt like Pierre was a used car salesman, selling him to the three musketeers. He didn’t need to be sold. He was a sexy bastard!
“I have to agree. I love the lumberjack look,” the blonde cooed. “No offense, Pierre, but you’re too skinny. I need a man who’s gonna break me in half.”
“I can do that,” Jordie added, and she sent him a very naughty grin. Yeah, she’d do just fine.
“Oh yeah, me too, and I love his freckles,” the other blonde said, and he figured she’d do too. Biting her finger, she smiled before she announced, “I’m ready. Why don’t you take your clothes off and get in?”
Not needing to be asked twice, Jordie removed his shirt and then his shorts, but then remembered his leg. “Fuck, I can’t get in there. My leg,” he said, pointing to his injury.
“And he’s broken?” the redhead asked as she stood and climbed out. Jordie wanted to tell her to fuck off, but he was rendered speechless as he drank in her gorgeous body, water streaming through the valley of her tits and down her flat stomach. Jesus. She was a bitch, but she was fucking hot. Coming over to Pierre, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “I’d rather ride you, Pierre.”
Looking back at Jordie, Pierre pointed at him, swaying from side to side. “Throw your leg up on the side, you’ll be fine,” he said before coming to Jordie and smacking his shoulder. “That’s Zoey and then Jamie,” he said, pointing to each of the girls in the hot tub. They both waved seductively, and Jordie couldn’t wait to be part of the blonde sandwich. “I’m gonna go and fuck her,” Pierre mumbled, pointing at the redhead. “Wrap it up. They’re fun.”
As Pierre walked away, Jordie wanted to be bothered by the fact that his boy had already fucked these two girls, but then they stood up, water cascading down their naked bodies, and it was easy to say that he didn’t give a second thought about it. Both of them were little in size but had big tits and sweet little pussies. Going behind her friend, Zoey grinned at him before she cupped Jamie’s breast. Swallowing hard, he watched as she kissed down her friend’s neck, her hand trailing down the other girl’s stomach, but her eyes never left Jordie’s. When she slid her hand down between Jamie’s legs, his cock twitched the life, and yup, he didn’t give two shits that Pierre had already been with them.
He was gonna fuck them into oblivion.
“Wanna come join us?” Zoey asked as her fingers moved in and out of Jamie’s pussy. “We love to play dirty.”
“Yes, please do,” Jamie moaned, meeting his gaze. “I want to sit on your face.”
Clearing his throat, he threw his boxers down, his cock springing up as Zoey turned Jamie, kissing down her chest and licking her nipple. He was mesmerized by them. Not only were they gorgeous and fucking hot, but they were obviously into each other. As he watched them make out, he, for some reason, remembered a conversation with Kacey, but then he shook his head quickly. This was the wet dream of every man in America, and Jordie was about to capitalize on it with no cares in the world.
And he wasn’t going to think of Kacey.
Reaching for his shorts, he grabbed a few condoms before going to where the girls were having one hell of a party. Lowering himself slowly to the edge of the hot tub, he let one leg go into the water while the other sat on the side. It ached, but really, he was paying it no mind. Especially when the girls moved toward him.
Holding his breath, he laid the condoms down as Jamie met her lips to his, kissing him rough and messy, tasting every bit of the alcohol he had been drinking all night. He could feel Zoey moving her lips down his chest, her tongue through the hair on his chest before nuzzling her nose into his beard. He pushed the thought of Kacey doing that out of his head just as one of them took ahold of his cock. She lowered her mouth to it, and he came off the side of the tub when Zoey took his balls, tonguing them while Jamie sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
Letting his head fall back, his sounds of pleasure filled the room as the girls went to town on his cock. Taking turns sucking him, kissing him, and sucking on his balls. It was mind-blowing, and for some reason, he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or what, but man, he was feeling every single one of their touches with every fiber in his body. He was almost there, but Jamie stopped, kissing up his thighs and his abs, her wet pussy sliding up his body until she was doing what she wanted.
Riding his face.
Licking up her bare pussy, he sucked her clit into his mouth as she rode him, crying out and cupp
ing her big tits. Suddenly Zoey was beside him, her mouth moving with his against Jamie’s pussy. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done, his cock was so hard it hurt, and he couldn’t see straight. He was dizzy with lust as Jamie came hard against their mouths, crying out as she jerked forward and back against them.
And then they changed places.
It was crazy, and he couldn’t wait to tell some of the guys back home. He’d been with two girls before, even three, but these two were downright nasty, and he couldn’t get enough. Once Zoey came, she went limp against him, but that didn’t stop Jamie from kissing up her stomach before meeting her mouth to Zoey’s.
Running his hands up Zoey’s body, he kissed her thighs before molding her ass with his hands. She slid down his body, kissing him as Jamie moved her hair out of her face, watching as they made out. Parting, he reached for Jamie then, bringing her mouth to his as Zoey slid down his body farther, taking his cock back into her mouth. Thrusting up into her mouth, he continued to kiss Jamie as Zoey sucked him off and then started to finger Jamie.
Pulling away, Jamie cried out as she squeezed his arm. “Oh, I want you to fuck me. Now.”
“Okay,” he answered, caught up in the moment. He reached for a condom and Zoey took it from him, sheathing him as Jamie got up on all fours. Once he was covered, Zoey went over and lay on her back below Jamie. Then to his amazement, Jamie dropped her mouth to Zoey’s pussy and started eating it like a fat kid ate cake. He could only watch as he breathed deeply, sucking in and letting out his breath in a whoosh. He was so turned on, he could have come right then, but then Jamie looked back at him.
“Come on. Fuck me from behind. You can put it in my ass and then hers, if you want. We can take turns. Whatever you want.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, squeezing his cock, thinking the possibilities with two were endless. But then without thinking, since he was in a sex-filled haze, he turned over and came down on his knee hard. He felt something pop and then he jerked forward, landing facedown on the stone floor. Pain shot through his head and down his leg, and he couldn’t believe this was happening.
