Struck By You: Players

by I. M. Hicks

  “I want that big cock inside me,” I whispered in his ear.

  “Take it somewhere else!” we heard a man yell. We both froze and started laughing. He took his hand out of my dress and kissed the side of my jaw.

  “I have a room in the hotel, you nasty little girl,” he whispered and suddenly nothing else mattered; not the party, my dad, Paul, I wanted nothing else but to be with him.

  He took my hand and we walked fast through the crowd, somehow got into an empty elevator, and he started kissing me hard again as he pressed the button to the seventh floor. Not sure how but seconds later, we were inside his room. The door had barely closed when he had me against the wall, pulled my dress up, ripped my panties off, lifted me up, wrapped my legs around him and was inside me, letting out a loud moan. He was engorged and it hurt, but felt perfect at the same time. It didn’t take long for us to climax. He stared into my eyes until it was about to happen then kissed me as he released inside me. He came hard, nearly losing his balance and me with it but held it together. He buried his face on my neck as he tried to catch his breath. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

  “You’re an asshole,” I said pushing him away. “What the fuck is it with you? You don’t want a relationship but you tell me you miss me. You make no sense,” I yelled.

  “I know, Riley,” he said pounding his head on the wall.

  “Should I just leave now and spare you the sneaking away?”

  He shook his head and sighed.

  I removed my dress and sat on the bed with my bra on but pantyless. He took his tux and everything that went along with it off as well and sat next to me.

  I sighed. “Look, I don’t want this either, whatever it is we have, but obviously we can’t ignore it, so I think we should have some sort of understanding,” I said.

  “Understanding?”

  “We get along as friends and obviously in the bedroom,” I said. “So let’s just be that,” I suggested.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Fuck buddies Mason – we hang out, we fuck, we go about our lives. You can see and sleep with whoever and so can I.”

  He sat there thinking about my proposition. “No questions?”

  “No, none. We meet, we fuck, done,” I replied. ”And we don’t discuss the other people we’re with. I don’t need to know and neither do you,” I added.

  He looked at me and smiled. He started playing with my anklet and ran his hand up my leg, gently over my knee and inside my thighs again. He kissed me and removed my bra. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  “We can’t stay up here all night. A lot of people saw us tonight. We need make an appearance,” I said.

  “You mean Paul?” he said almost accusingly.

  I shrugged.

  He smiled. “Didn’t dawn on me till tonight, but he has it bad for you.”

  “I know.”

  “Have you slept with him?” he asked, kissing my shoulder.

  “None of your business.”

  “I think you have,” he said, inserting his fingers inside me while he caressed my jaw with his lips.

  “Jealous?”

  He moved away from me slightly and his smile faded.

  “No questions,” I whispered. “Come here” I said pulling him toward me and kissing him.

  An hour later we were downstairs at the party. We parted ways and I went back to my table. My sister was sitting alone and waved at me when she saw me coming.

  “Where have you been?” she asked.

  “Uh, I saw a friend in the lobby and got to talking, lost track of time.”

  “Don’t lie to me,” she smiled.

  “I’m not lying.”

  “I clearly saw a guy taking you by the hand across the dance floor and out those doors,” she began. “Another way to put it is you left with Mason Hayes, a client of the spa and one the most prominent womanizers in the city,” she said.

  “We’re friends Serena, that’s all.”

  “Friends? His brother offered Paul a grand to buy you out for the night, and these are friends of yours?” she scolded.

  “I’m not friends with his brother Serena, just with Mason, and he’s not as bad as Paul makes him out to be. We are friends, that’s all.”

  She looked at me suspiciously and took a sip of her wine. Suddenly a familiar song came on and my sister smiled wide. “That’s our jam sis, let’s go dance,” she said pulling me off the chair and onto the dance floor.

  My sister and I were both tall, both naturally blonde. She wore a long dark burgundy dress with a low-cut back, and at age thirty with two kids, her body was perfect.

  We started dancing and singing and being our silly selves. Paul and Eric joined us a few seconds later. I closed my eyes while I was dancing and unknowingly strayed away from the group. Suddenly I had someone grab my waist from behind and started dancing with me. I looked and it was the taller version of Mason, his brother. I pulled away and kept dancing but he came back and put his hands on my hips this time.

  “Enough,” I said, taking them away.

  “I’m just dancing with you,” he said. “And you have a hot ass, gorgeous,” he whispered in my ear, grabbing a hold of me again. “I have a room in the hotel. Why don’t we come up and I can show just how hot you are?” he continued.

  “Fuck off,” I said taking his hands away firmly again.

  He started laughing. “I can see you’re going to be difficult and why my brother failed miserably,” he said, taking a swig of his beer.

  I smiled. “Who says he failed?” I said and turned around to face the other way and kept dancing.

  “Then let’s keep it in the family, the three of us, what do you say?” he began. “I know you’re a freak, you don’t fool me,” he said grabbing my ass.

  “Get your hands of me!” I yelled.

  “Tanner, I warned you” yelled Paul.

  “Go away old man, this does not concern you,” said Tanner. By this point we had a crowd circling us.

  “When it comes to her it does, punk,” said Paul.

  “And what are you going to do about it, hit me? We own you, motherfucker,” said Tanner putting his index finger on Paul’s chest.

  “Tanner!” Mason’s voice boomed, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. He pushed his brother away from Paul so hard his brother lost his balance and fell on his ass.

  He helped his brother get back up and as soon as he did, Tanner came back toward Paul. Mason grabbed him from behind, but he turned around and punched Mason in the stomach, then turned around and made a beeline for Paul again. Mason got back up, ran toward Tanner and pushed him and when Tanner turned around, he punched his brother on the face. Tanner went down immediately.

  “I’m sorry Paul, he’s had a bit too much to drink tonight” he said looking at Paul. He was in pain and out of breath.

  “I will talk to Carl about this,” warned Paul.

  Mason shifted his gaze toward me and quickly looked away. He helped Tanner get back up and took him off the dance floor.

  The limo dropped me off close to one in the morning. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I saw Mason standing next to his car with his hands in his pockets, looking impeccable in his tux.

  I walked up to him and ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked looking into my eyes.

  “I am now,” I exhaled. He opened his car door for me and took me to his place.

  Chapter 10

  Mason

  I could tell she hated my place as soon as we walked in. Everything I owned was black, grey or metal. I had oversize abstract paintings and I wasn’t as neat as she was. I had clothes lying everywhere which I would have put away if I had planned this right. Luckily my place was clean, as on Fridays my cleaning lady came by.

  “It’s big,” she said looking around. And indeed it was. It was the penthouse suite, 2400 square feet, with two bedrooms and an office. Certainly way too big for a bachelor.

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sp; “You bring women here?” she asked in horror.

  I laughed. “Sometimes.”

  “And they don’t run for the hills?”

  “They don’t spend enough time here to appreciate the monstrosity of it all,” I said taking her coat off.

  “The fireplace is nice,” she said walking up to it. “Does it work? Or is it just for show?”

  I grabbed a remote from the coffee table and turned it on for her. She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling with the reflection of the fire.

  “Are you working this weekend?”

  She shook her head. “Not till Monday, bright and early.”

  “Can you stay?”

  She turned to look at me again, seeming a little shocked. “I don’t have anything to wear,” she replied.

  “You don’t need anything. I have a spare toothbrush and you can wear my t-shirts, but I’d much rather you walk around naked.”

  She smiled. “Since you put it that way, how can I say no?” she said, taking my suit jacket off. She unbuttoned my shirt and turned around so I could unzip her dress. She removed her bra and put her arms around me “You keep ripping my underwear off, I’m going to have to start billing you,” she whispered.

  “Stop wearing them around me,” I teased.

  She laughed and buried her head on my chest.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I whispered.

  She shook her head. “No, go get us some comfy blankets and some pillows,” she said.

  When I came back from the linen closet, she had put her hair down, her long blonde hair draping over her like liquid gold. She had moved the coffee table closer to the couch and took the blankets and made a bed for us in front of the fire. Another first, and I wondered why I never pulled that move on anyone else. She came back to me and helped me take the rest of my clothes off.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked gently touching the bruised area on my stomach I got from Tanner earlier.

  “No”

  She kissed the area and worked her way up my chest and to my lips. We made love for several hours in front of the fire and eventually drifted off to sleep.

  The rest of the weekend went pretty much the same as it had been weeks ago: we spent the entire time with each other, stopping only to eat.

  Monday morning, I went back to the spa and signed up again. By ten a.m. I was back in her class.

  She smiled when she saw me. I didn’t want to tell her that was my plan, but for some reason I needed to see her, and often.

  Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, she taught classes and I was there for every single one. Each time, we met in her special shower room and we fucked for hours. No one could hear us or see us, and it was perfect.

  I hadn’t heard from Tanner since the incident on Friday and I was still angry over the whole thing. I don’t care how drunk he was; he was still an asshole and way out of line. Plus the shit he pulled with Riley wasn’t sitting well with me at all, but I couldn’t come back on him for that.

  On my way to an interview Thursday morning, he called.

  “What is it Tanner?”

  “I’m pissed, that motherfucker Paul banned me from The Palace.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that but you deserved it. You were way out of line, and you should know better than to embarrass Carl like that. You’re lucky he’s not pressing charges or suing you for that matter.”

  “Shut the fuck up, he got in my face and you should have minded your own business.”

  “I don’t have time for this shit Tanner, I have an interview in ten.”

  “Oh hey, you never told me you hooked up with that yoga hottie,” he said and caught me completely off guard.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “She told me in so many words you two hooked up, you dog. She has a nice ass.”

  “I’m hanging up now”

  “Don’t hold out on me bro, I did suggest we’d tag team her. I think she’d be game for that.”

  I hung up and felt sick to my stomach. She said nothing about any of that when she told me my brother was groping her. I needed to talk to her but I had five minutes to my interview. I turned my phone off and decided I would pay her a visit after.

  I got to her condo a couple of hours later. I woke her up, as she’d had a late night at the bar.

  “Hey,” she said as she opened the door. She was wearing a white cropped tank and matching thongs which made me forget why I was there in the first place.

  “You always open the door dressed like that?” I asked as I closed the door behind me.

  “No, why?” she asked a bit confused. Truth was, I was trying to find a way to get mad at her so my erection would go away and I could address the issue.

  “Tell me Riley, what exactly did you say to my brother?”

  “I told you –”

  “No, apparently you didn’t because see I just found out he knows we hooked up, from you.”

  “And?”

  “What do you mean ‘and’? We’re keeping this on the down low. Why would you tell him of all people?” I found myself raising my voice.

  “Oh my god Mason,” she began. “He told me you couldn’t close the deal with me, that you failed miserably. All I said was what makes him think you failed, then he said something about keeping it in the family and something about the three of us. It was disgusting and I didn’t feel the need to share that shit with you, that’s all. Can I go back to sleep now?” she said and sat on her couch.

  “I’m sorry, I thought, fuck, I don’t know what I thought,” I said sitting next to her.

  “How did your interview go?”

  “Promising. Small firm, but I have to start somewhere.”

  She lay back and closed her eyes.

  “I’m sorry I woke you up over this bullshit,” I said and I was.

  I picked her up and took her back to bed, and she didn’t wake up at all. I stayed and watched her sleep for a bit. I made her some lunch and left.

  Chapter 11

  The bar was very busy tonight. Not normal for a Thursday night, but as Paul informed me, there was some financial convention going on until Sunday and to expect it to be this way all weekend long. Luckily I was only working tonight and tomorrow and then I was off till next week.

  I usually spent my meal breaks in Paul’s office. It was quiet and it was usually empty as Paul was a workaholic and never took breaks.

  Tonight, he was sitting at his desk, going through surveillance feed.

  “Oh you’re here, sorry, I’ll find somewhere else to hang,” I said and walked out.

  “Riley, come back. Have a seat sweetheart, you know you can come in here whenever you want,” he said offering me a chair.

  “Okay,” I exhaled.

  “So how are you?” he asked.

  “I’m good, making some great tips. I think I’m close to five hundred and it’s only 11:00.”

  “Yeah, I keep hearing similar stories from the dancers,” he began. “By the way, I’ve banned that prick Tanner, he won’t be coming back.”

  “I know, I heard,” I said and realized I shouldn’t have. Mason had called me before I left for work and told me about it.

  Paul sat back in his chair and stared at me. Goddammit Riley, you’re a fucking idiot.

  “Mason, right?”

  I didn’t say anything, I just looked at my food.

  He sighed and went back to watching the monitor. I packed up my salad and got up to leave.

  “Am I just too old for you? Is that it Riley?”

  “No Paul, that’s not it at all.”

  He got up and closed his office door. He stood close behind me. “What then?”

  “I can’t give you what you want Paul. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, and I know how you feel about me,” I replied.

  “Do you?” he whispered.

  I turned around to face him. “I can’t give you commitment. I don’t do relationships.”

  “I know how much he hurt you, Jason I mean,” he said. “I can fi
x it Riley, I can make you happy.”

  “I’m not ready. I’m just having fun right now.”

  “With a guy that’s slept with half the city, and then some,” he said despondently.

  “It’s not like that, we’re not exclusive.”

  His eyes went dark. “If you knew half the things I know about those two, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

  “I have to head back, my break is over,” I said trying to get past him so I could open the door, but he put his hand on the door to keep it closed.

  “Paul, let me out.”

  He looked into my eyes and slowly took his hand away from the door. I tried again but this time he grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him, gazed into my eyes and kissed me.

  I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me deeply and held me close. After a while, he stopped and put his forehead on mine, holding my face. “You’re so beautiful and such a catch,” he whispered. “I want to be with you even if I have to share you. I won’t like it, but I know eventually you’ll change your mind.”

  “You won’t be able to handle it,” I whispered.

  “Try me.”

  I kissed him again and undid his belt buckle. He kissed me harder, lifted my miniskirt, picked me up and sat me on his desk. I unzipped his pants and took his cock in my hand. He moaned as soon as I touched him.

  “How long has it been?” I asked. I knew his life was the bar and he spent every waking moment there.

  “I don’t know, at least six months?” he exhaled. Paul was adamant about never sleeping with the women at the club so it was hard for him to meet women.

  “Okay, let’s take it slow,” I said and kissed him again. He took my panties off and touched me gently, slowly rubbing my clit, making me impossibly wet for him. I pulled him closer to me and he entered me slowly, letting out a whimper that turned into moans. He grabbed my ass tightly, pulling me closer to him as he thrust deep inside me. I’d lost all track of time by this point; the place could have been on fire and we wouldn’t have known.