I walk over to the leather chair and take a seat in front of them. As much as I hate the thought of someone touching her, I can’t help my cock from getting hard. The plan is to watch him touch her, taste her, and arouse her for a while before I join. It’s how Nico always does it with me. Sitting here now, in his seat, I’m not sure how he does it.
“Take her dress off,” I command.
Nico pulls away from the kiss and they stand, before he grabs the bottom of her short, tight, dress and eases it up her body, then pulls it over her head. “Fuck me,” he growls out as he takes in her body.
I sit here, my eyes roaming over her tight little body as I grab my cock and rub it through the fabric. “Don’t be shy, Onyx. This is what you wanted.” I bite my bottom lip in anger. “Take his clothes off. Show me how it feels to be the viewer, witnessing the ultimate betrayal from someone you trust. Hurt me like I hurt you. My heart is yours to stomp on.”
She looks at me, clearly struggling on the inside. I can tell she wants to see me suffer as much as she did, but a part of her hates having to hurt me. I have to push her more, or else she may just walk away for good. I can’t live with that option.
“Remember those hands on my body, Onyx. Do you still visualize all of those girls touching me while I was high out of my fucking mind? How did that make you feel? Make me feel exactly how you felt.”
Full of heated anger, she rips the front of Nico’s shirt open and rubs her hands over his defined chest and abs with an animalistic growl.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out. Do this for you . . . do this for us.” I grip the arm of the chair, biting back my anger as she goes for his jeans and tugs them off with force. He’s standing there in only his briefs now.
“Touch her, Nico,” I bite out. “Give her what she needs. Bend her over the couch and lick her pussy. You better fucking lick it good too.”
Knowing I’m a pro at eating Onyx’s pussy makes me smile to myself. There is no way she will enjoy it as much as when it’s my tongue pleasuring her. Knowing that I’m here watching her will only make her realize that it can be me. All she has to do is ask.
Nico smirks while gripping Onyx’s hips and pushing her down so that her hands are buried in the couch and her ass is up in the air. He squats, slowly pulling her panties down along the way, baring her pussy to both of us. My cock jumps at the sight and I have to fight the urge to run my tongue up it.
I watch as Nico positions on his knees, grips her firm ass, and runs his tongue up her slick folds. I glance down at Onyx’s face to see her not looking the least bit impressed. It makes me smile on the inside, although, the bigger part of me wants to yank Nico away from her. She’s supposed to be mine and mine alone, but I fucked that up.
Nico gets into it, shoving his tongue deep, pulling it in and out while pulling his briefs down and stroking his cock behind her. A little moan escapes from Onyx’s mouth, but nothing compared to when I pleasured her.
“Hemy,” she moans out. “I need you to get naked. Take those clothes off before I scream.” She twists her neck to look at me in anticipation.
Smirking, I slowly unbutton my white shirt before ripping the last few buttons off and tossing my shirt aside. I stand and pull my belt through the loops, the leather sounding along the way. I unbutton my jeans, sliding down the zipper, slowly and teasingly.
Her eyes stay focused on me as I slowly pull my jeans down my body and step out of them. I’m not wearing any briefs, so I’m now standing here completely nude and hard, baring my whole body to her. I hear her suck in a breath as her eyes look me over, taking in every inch of my flesh, but mostly my hard as steel cock that gives away the effect she has on me.
Walking over to the couch, I stand beside her face, but at eye level. Her eyes follow her peripheral vision until she is staring directly at my rock hard cock before her. She licks her lips and moans as she takes me in. She always did like it rough.
“Damn, Hemy,” she breathes. “I can’t believe you’re going through with this without killing someone. It fucking hurts, doesn’t it? It killed me, Hemy. How the hell are you standing there and not choking someone?”
I grind my jaw, keeping in my anger. “Other people might not understand why I am willing to do this or why you would enjoy it, but fuck them. They never understood us in the first place and we have always been anything but normal,” I whisper. “I’m doing this for you.”
I stroke my cock close to her face as Nico devours her pussy from behind. “You like this, baby?” I step closer and rub the tip of my dick against her lips, causing her to tremble. “Remember how much you loved sucking my cock?”
She nods her head and lets out a little moan so I stroke it faster. I see her eyes zoned in on my piercings, letting me know she’s imagining what it feels like to have them inside her. She won’t be waiting for long. She’ll be asking soon enough. I can see it in her eyes – all hooded.
I rub the tip of my cock across her eager lips again, but this time she opens them and slowly takes my length in, moaning out as it hits the back of her throat. Looking up at me, she swirls her tongue around my shaft and slowly trails it up toward the head, focusing on the piercings. I allow her to enjoy the taste of me for a few more seconds before pulling out, causing her to groan. That should be enough to make her want more.
Nico, still stroking his cock, slaps her ass before shoving a finger inside her pussy and moving in and out while moaning in pleasure. “You want my cock,” he questions. “I can fuck you good for Hemy. You want that?”
Onyx looks up into my eyes before whispering, “No. I want yours, Hemy. I want you to fuck me while he watches. You’re the only one that has been able to fuck me right. God, those piercings are so hot. What are you trying to do to me?”
Now that’s what I like to hear. We always did have a good time and I can’t help but to gloat at the fact that no man has ever been able to pleasure her like me. I also love that she mentioned the piercings. I knew she would love them.
“Back up, Nico,” I command. “Stroke your cock for her while I fuck her. Don’t come until she says so.”
Nico stands up with his cock in his hand before walking over and taking a seat in the chair in front of the couch. This is exactly what we were both hoping for. Nico likes to watch as I put on a show. Having Onyx as the show is not what I hoped, but if it helps her move on, then I have to do it.
Walking behind Onyx, I push her face into the cushion and hold both of her legs up, gripping her thighs. This makes it easier to pound into her sweet little pussy from behind. Fuck, how I have missed the feeling of being deep inside her.
She may want me to go down on her first, but I’ll save that for a different day since that’s her favorite thing. I’m going to make this rough and deep to remind her of our wild sex life. That will only make her crave more and keep coming back until I can make love to her and make her mine again.
“No condom with me anymore, baby. I’m claiming this pussy as mine. I want to feel all of you as I pound into you.” I grip onto the back of her hair with one hand and pull back. “Is this pussy mine?”
She moans out and her grip on the couch tightens. “Yes. Just fuck me. Stop with the teasing. You know we’ve both been waiting a long time for this.”
“I know,” I say firmly. “Now you’re going to remember what it’s like to have a real man inside you. Fuck all the boys in between. This is the real thing.”
I adjust my cock at her entrance and gently slide into her while wrapping my arm around her neck. I bury it deep with one thrust, causing her to moan out and dig her nails into my arm. “Oh shit! It’s so deep,” she moans. “Hemy! I want to feel those piercings as you pound me. Fuck me like you used to. Please!”
Fuck! She feels so good . . . so warm and wet for me. I’ve never been inside her like this before and I can’t help but to dwell on the fact that she didn’t resist. She has to have been wanting me for as long as I have wanted her. We’re both desperate for each other’s touch bu
t that’s not going to be enough to stop her from guarding her heart.
“You miss screaming my name, don’t you?” She nods her head as I pull her neck back. “You want to scream it for Nico?” I slap her ass and grip her thigh tighter. “This is just a taste of what you’ve been missing over the years. Hold on tight, baby.”
I pull out and pound back into her with force while holding one leg up and gripping her neck with my other hand. “Oh God,” she cries out. “Yes . . .”
“Scream my name and I’ll give it to you harder. I’ll make both you and Nico come at the same time. As soon as you tell him to go, you’re both done for.”
I pound into her with deep, fast movements, causing her to scream out my name. Being inside of her has me on a temporary high. This is better than any high I used to get in the past. This is the ultimate high. She’s all I need.
I continue to thrust into her, stretching her tight little pussy to accommodate my huge size. She cries and screams with each thrust, causing Nico to stroke his cock faster.
Releasing her neck, I reach below us and rub my finger over her swollen clit while pulling her hair and pushing as deep as I can go, swaying my hips in and out in a fast rhythm.
Her screams become louder as I bite into her shoulder and moan out with her. I wish I could give her more right now, but this is what I need to do to keep her coming back and wanting more. I’ll do whatever it takes. That’s a fucking promise.
Holding her against my body, I swing her around so that her hands are on the floor and I’m holding her legs up as I continue to bury myself deep. I’m fucking her in a handstand, her fingers digging into the black carpet as she screams out. It feels so good from this angle. There is no doubt in my mind that she’s about to come for me.
“Now, Nico,” she cries out. “Fucking come! Please!”
Her head tilts to the side to watch as Nico strokes his cock a few more times before he’s moaning out and shooting his cum into his palm.
Right before he’s done, I pound into her one last time causing her body to convulse as she throbs around my dick, bringing me to climax along with her. I shoot my cum deep inside her tight little pussy before pulling out, flipping her around and slamming my lips against hers.
Her lips instantly react to mine as she tangles her fingers in my hair while panting and still shaking from her release. I always did love the feel of her panting in my mouth after she came. That hasn’t changed. I love it just as much.
Fisting her hair, I place my forehead against hers and rub my hand up her back. “Stay with me tonight. I want you in my bed.”
She gets ready to shake her head, but I pull her closer to me and pull her bottom lip into my mouth. She always loved that in the past. “I won’t take no for an answer. Just for tonight. Let me run you a bubble bath and take care of you. You need to see me for who I am now.”
She lets out a little breath before relaxing in my arms. She’s silent for a few moments, lost in thought, before looking up at me. “Just for tonight, Hemy. After this, I have to be careful. This is it. I have no choice. This is pushing it. I should say no.”
I look over at Nico as he stands up to get dressed. “Thanks, man. You can go now.”
Nico smiles while wiping his hand off on his shirt and balling it up. “Not a problem, man.” He grabs for his shoes. “I hope you two work shit out. That was some hot shit.”
I turn my head away from Nico to look into Onyx’s eyes. I want to see her reaction to his words. What I find is not good. She looks terrified. Being close to me scares the shit out of her. I need to change this.
And fast . . .
I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST let that happen. What was I thinking? Now, I’m really confused. I thought making Hemy watch me with another man would make me feel good. It didn’t. It hurt. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I had to stop things before they got too far. The truth is, all I wanted was Hemy.
As much shit as Hemy put me through in the past, hurting him only hurts me more. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to ever get over all the pain and suffering he put me through? I can never be with Hemy. All he does is hurt people. That’s exactly why I need to see if he has changed before I tell him what I know. I have to be 100% positive first. I won’t let him hurt anyone else like he hurt me.
I’m sitting on the couch wrapped up in Hemy’s shirt when he walks out from the bathroom and runs his hand through his hair. It reminds me of how good it felt to run my hands through it and I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach that are fluttering freely. “Hey,” he says in a low, flat tone.
“Hey,” I say back in the same voice level, not really sure what to do next. This feels so strange. Being with him again brings me back to the past, making me feel as if we were never apart.
“Come here.” He reaches above him and grips the molding above him on the door. I can’t help but to notice all of his muscles flex as his grip tightens. It’s so damn sexy. “Take my shirt off. I need to see all of you. Never cover up around me.”
He always did hate it when I wore clothes after sex. He said he couldn’t sleep afterwards unless he had my naked body pressed against his. I learned very quickly to stop getting dressed after sex, because it was pointless. If I did he would just remove them himself. Sometimes when he was out at night, I would even lie in bed naked hoping it would help me sleep better. It never did.
Standing up, I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over my head. I stand here in place, watching his eyes scan over my body, before walking over to stand in front of him. I want him now that I’ve had another taste and I hate myself for feeling this way. I’m only going to get hurt. I was devastated for far too long, and I’m finally in control of my emotions, or I was.
Biting his bottom lip, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands. His eyes meet mine, causing my heart to speed up. They look clear again. A spark of hope shoots through my body, making me want to believe it’s not a coincidence that he’s been clean the last few times I have seen him. I want to believe he is telling me the truth.
He must notice me focusing on his eyes, because his lips turn up into a slight smile before he tilts my chin up and looks directly into my eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was clean. I will never lie to you. That’s a promise I made ten years ago and I’ll never break it.”
“Hemy . . . I-”
“I know,” he breathes, cutting me off before I can finish. “It’s not that simple. If you just give me the chance I will show you.” He swallows hard while tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. “I will never hurt you again. That is a fucking promise, baby. The day you walked away changed my perspective dramatically.”
Before I can respond, Hemy scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the huge bathtub filled with bubbles and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I instantly rest my head back on his shoulder and sigh in contentment. He’s never done this with me before. I’m going to soak this feeling up while I can, before I have to put my guard back up.
I should be keeping my distance, but maybe letting him in for one night won’t be so bad. I mean, how much can really happen? It’s just one night.
I close my eyes as I feel Hemy wrap his arms around me, underneath my breasts. His touch is so gentle, yet possessive; as if he’s telling me I am his and his alone. The thought causes my heart to pound in my chest. The thought of being his gives me a feeling of warmth and safety, even though being with him in the past was anything but that.
“I’ll take care of you if you let me,” he breathes into my ear. “I may have only been rough in the past, but I promise you I can be gentle with you too. Things are different . . . I’m different. If you give me another chance to love you, I promise I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I don’t need other women, Onyx. None of them are you. None of them took care of me when I was a broken boy, scared, and alone in the world. None of them took me in and held me at night after my parents left me and I lost Sage. That was the m
ost devastating time in my life. Only you were there. Not even my foster parents cared for me. They let me do as I pleased and never gave a shit, but you did.”
He takes a deep breath and squeezes me tighter, resting his chin on my shoulder. His hair brushes over my neck, causing me to shiver in his strong arms. I want to give into him, but I can’t. Damn, this feels so good; too good. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you like you were for me. I just . . . I had to numb myself from the world. I had a constant storm of fucked up memories in my head that consumed me. I can’t change the past, but I can promise you better for the future.”
I can’t help the tear that runs down my face. I still remember Hemy as the broken boy I met ten years ago. He was roaming down the alley behind my house with a group of older boys – all troublemakers. He stopped when he saw me and I couldn’t help but to smile at him. He was the cutest boy I had ever seen and when he smiled back, a warm feeling enveloped me. After that day, I sat behind my house for at least a week waiting for him to walk by again. When he did, he walked over to me and I instantly wrapped him in a hug, surprising him. There was something about him that made me feel like he needed some tender care. I was right. He needed that and much more. After that, we were inseparable.
I let the tear roll down my cheek, being sure that it drips away from Hemy. I don’t want him to know he’s sparking some deep emotions inside of me. I have to be strong.
“Hemy,” I whisper.
“Yeah.” He pulls my hair back and holds it in a ponytail.
“I don’t want to talk about us. Can we just enjoy this bubble bath without me having to hurt you? Please, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Letting out a small breath, he shifts so he can reach beside him and light the few candles that surround the tub. When his arms release me, a part of me feels dead inside. The feeling scares the shit out of me. I haven’t even spent much time with him and I’m already dreading not being in his arms.
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