Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

  He runs his hands up my side and speaks against my lips. “Because it’s with me,” he breathes, “And I want you in a way I never thought I’d want anyone again. There is something about you that is different.”

  Pressing my body tighter against his, he rubs my pussy against his erection, making me want to scream out, even through the wet fabric. It feels so big and firm and it is still confined inside the cotton of his briefs. I’ve never wanted a man like this before. I want to touch him bare; undress him and pleasure him.

  Loosening my legs, I slide down his front until I am standing on my two feet. I drop to my knees; my eyes level with his hard cock that is begging to be released from its cage. As I take hold of it in my hand, I picture what it felt like inside me and with that vision I lose control, having no other option than to release it from his briefs, so I do by hooking my small fingers underneath the elastic band. Pulling outward, his cock springs free, allowing me to pull them down his legs until they pile up at his feet.

  His cock is standing at attention, commanding to be touched. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. I run my hand up and down his shaft, brushing the tip of his penis once in a while to tease him. Each time I do this, he moans and bucks forward.

  “Touching you drives me crazy,” I whisper. “I want to feel you.” He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, pressing me against the wall. He touches my cheek with the tips of his finger, brushing my wet hair off my face. He lightly traces the seam of my body, stopping at my thigh and clenching it in his palm before pulling it upward to rest around his waist.

  He brushes his finger of the opposite hand over my entrance, slightly dipping inside and running it up my folds before sticking it inside and slowly moving it in and out. He’s good at pleasuring me and he damn well knows it. “Mmm . . . yeah. Touch me, Slade.” I run my tongue up his wet chest, then up his neck, making my way to his ear. “I love you inside me,” I whisper.

  Pinning me against the wall with his sculpted body, he presses deeper inside, quickening his pace at an angle like a hook. Each time he slams inside, he hits a spot and it feels amazing. I can’t help but to vocalize the way it makes me feel. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  No man has ever made me come with his hand before, but I can feel it starting. I’m beginning to zone out as the feeling of bliss takes over my body. “You like my fingers inside you, baby? Do you want my fingers to make you come or do you want my cock?”

  As the last syllable escapes his lips, he stops as I’m on the verge of orgasm. He looks me in the eyes with those magnificent blue eyes waiting on an answer. “I want your cock, Slade. I want you to fill me completely.”

  I feel his chest rumble before he grabs the bottom hem of the large T-shirt, pulling it off in one quick motion. “I need you naked for this,” he says in a voice that makes me want to come right now. Placing his palms over my ass cheeks, he trails down both of my thighs with a quickness, picking me up and pressing me against the wall, aggressively. I love this side of him.

  His eyes lock with mine as he lowers me to his erection and slowly eases it inside of me. I close my eyes and moan as I feel his thickness stretching me to accommodate his girth. He holds me there for a minute, being sure that I’m okay before he slowly starts moving me up and down his cock allowing the wetness to spread. He’s taking me for another ride, despite the fact it’s against his rules and I’m definitely not blind to this. It gives me a rush like nothing else and is hot as hell.

  We both moan with each thrust; not able to get enough of this pleasure. It’s beautiful, raw and erotic just like him.

  Feeling him raw, inside of me, has my adrenaline pumping so hard that I forget how to breathe. I’m not sure if I want to. I just want to feel this moment for what it is and never forget it.

  I slowly peel his shirt off him while his eyes take me in; every inch of me as if he can’t get enough. His arms flex each time he enters me and his breathing picks up as he pushes himself deeper inside me. I lean my head against the wall, moaning, with each thrust.

  My body becomes heated as the steam fills the shower, causing my head to become a clouded haze. Nothing else can be processed but the moment at hand. Between the water splashing against our bodies and the slow rhythm, I’m becoming hypnotized by him. It’s a cruel pleasure. He’s teasing me; ruining me. I can’t concentrate on anything; only the sensation that is building in my body each time he pushes inside me.

  He presses his lips to my neck while picking up speed and pushing harder and deeper as if he can’t get enough of me. “You feel so fucking good, Aspen. This feels good.” He places a hand behind my head and pulls it to him so it presses against his forehead; our lips barely brushing. “I’m about to go soon. I can’t hold it in any longer. I need you to come, baby.”

  He presses his body weight against mine and starts thrusting into me hard and deep while swirling his thumb over my clit.

  I feel myself shaking in his arms and moaning as I get close to climax. It feels so good that I have to scream. I do too. The pleasure is too much for me to bear internally. I fucking scream and grab onto the shower head almost pulling it off. I feel my release as I clamp down around his thick dick and squeeze my legs around his waist.

  His reaction is to speed up and go even faster. He’s ready to go now and for some reason I want to experience this in its fullest.

  “I’m on birth control,” I say out of breath.

  He pauses for a second, presses his lips against mine and then fucks me so hard that I bite down onto his tongue. I suck it and he moans just before he pushes as deep as he can go and I feel him release his load inside me.

  He holds me up against the wall, our lips twining as we both fight for air. Neither one of us speak. We don’t need to. We just bask in our release, enjoying this moment of peace.

  After a few moments, he gently sets me down, steps out of his briefs and we shower together with him cleaning me. With him touching me all over it’s so hard to not want him back inside of me.

  I can see it all over him too as he takes in my body with a look; as if he’s ready to back me against the wall and own me. This want is too great for me.

  He leans over my shoulder and runs his lips up my neck, stopping just below my ear. “I want you to come for a ride with me after we shower. I have things I want to tell you.”

  I nod my head and close my eyes as he attends to me.

  I’m not used to this kind of treatment. I mean from anyone. Is this the way he always was before his life fell apart? Is this the person he has been fighting so hard to hide?

  If so . . . then I’m in deep trouble.

  I FEEL AS IF A fucking weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’ve been fighting for so long, using every bit of strength I had to keep this shit inside; to not feel the guilt and pain of losing Helena and our baby. It’s been almost three years since the accident. It’s time I realize the pain will always be there. It’s either learn to live or don’t live at all. A part of me for the last week has been wanting to live. So, I think I’ll hold onto that and go with it.

  I’m just throwing on my shirt, when the bedroom door opens and Cale steps inside. He looks a hot mess as if he didn’t sleep for shit. Not a pretty sight.

  “Dude. What the fuck was all that noise a bit ago? You had some chick fucking screaming like mad in the shower. It woke my ass up and probably woke Aspen up. It’s too early for this shit.”

  I raise an eyebrow at him while slipping on my Chucks and fastening my belt. “It was Aspen. Don’t worry, man. She’s perfectly fucking fine. Trust me.”

  He takes a step back and scrunches his forehead up. “Whoa, man. What the fuck do you mean it was Aspen?” He takes quick steps in my direction and stops right in front of me. “That has to be a fucking joke. I know you fucked her the other night. It never happens twice with you. Are you fucking with me?”

  I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Nah, man. I’m not fucking with you.” I smi
le and slap him on the back, almost making him fall forward. “I’m taking her for a ride on my motorcycle and chilling for a bit before work.” I walk toward the door and stop to look back at him. “It’s a nice fucking day out. I don’t want to be cooped up inside.”

  “What. The. Fuck.” He gives me a shocked ass look and runs his hands over his face really fast as if trying to wake himself up. “I must need to go back to sleep. I think I’m hearing things now.”

  “Definitely not hearing things. Now get the fuck out of my room, mother fucker.” I nod my head and laugh as he walks past me, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. He’s looking at me as if he’s waiting on something. I don’t have time for this shit. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing. I’m just trying to wrap my head around this shit. Not only did Aspen let you fuck her more than once, but you wanted to.”

  “All right, man. Well I don’t have time to stand here while you try to wrap your big head around this shit. I have to be at the club in three hours.” I walk past him and make my way down the stairs.

  Right as I reach for my keys, Aspen steps out of Cale’s room, wearing a pair of faded jeans, a white tank top and some old Chucks.

  All right. My kind of girl.

  I grab her by the waist, pull her to me and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. She seems a little surprised at first, but eventually wraps her hands in the back of my hair and moans as I rub my hands up her sides.

  I release her lip and look her up and down, taking all her raw sexiness in. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy.” I press my lips against hers while backing her up against the door and cupping her ass in my hands. Right now, I just can’t keep my hands off of her. “Fuck, just one taste and I can’t get enough. I want fucking more of you.”

  “Wow. I definitely was not expecting this shit. This is way fucked up and unnatural. For the both of you.”

  Aspen pulls her mouth away at the sound of Cale’s voice and clears her throat. She nervously looks me in the eyes and maneuvers her way out of my hold. “Umm . . . I’ll be back in a bit. Slade is just taking me on a ride.”

  Cale lifts an eyebrow and leans against the couch. “You mean another one? Isn’t two enough?”

  “Ha. Very funny, smartass.” Aspen shoots him an icy glare before reaching for the door handle and pushing me out of the way so she can walk outside.

  I turn back to Cale and nod my head at him. “All right, man. We’re out. By the way, you can stop worrying about her. I know what the fuck I’m doing.”

  He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the door with a sullen expression. “Maybe it’s not her I’m worried about.” He turns and walks away without another word.

  All fucking right . . .

  When I get outside, Aspen is leaning against my motorcycle while staring down at her phone as if waiting on something. She shoves her phone in her pocket and smiles when she notices me watching her.

  “You ready? Where are we going?” She’s looking at me as if she doesn’t know how to act around me. I don’t blame her. Right now, I’m probably confusing the shit out of her. She knows my fucking rules. She knows I broke those fucking rules . . . and for her. I wouldn’t know how to react either.

  I walk over to my bike, grab my helmet and slip it on her head. There is something about a girl on the back of a motorcycle in jeans and a tank that is extremely sexy . . . or maybe it’s just her on the back of the motorcycle. Once the strap is fastened, I straddle my bike and grab her arm, pulling her on behind me. “Hold on tight.”

  She wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles up close behind me. The unexplainable feeling I have with her against me doesn’t go unnoticed before I fire up the engine and take off.

  We ride for about an hour until we finally pull up at the same spot I took her a few days ago. The memory of her soaking wet in more ways than one instantly floods the banks of my memory. The reminder of what happened here last time already has my dick fucking hard and ready for more. I’d always wanted to pleasure a woman out in the rain. I can’t deny it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. Not to mention, I was a little surprised she let it happen. That only turned me on more.

  Fuck me. Now during a summer rain, I’ll never be the same.

  I help Aspen off my bike. As I get off, I take notice of the bulge underneath my jeans and adjust the enlarged area of my crotch. My cock is so hard right now that my jeans are almost not loose enough to contain it. I see Aspen looking down at my dick and swallowing as I push it down. She wants me again and it gets me so fucking hot just knowing that I have her ready for more so soon.

  “Get over here, babe.”

  She seems hesitant at first, but walks over to stand in front of me. Her eyes are studying mine and she looks curious. I want to know what the hell this woman is thinking. What the hell, curiosity wins out. “Ask.”

  “I want to know more about your life, Slade. Why do you have all those suits in your closest? Please don’t tell me they’re costumes for work because I know that’s not true. I saw the pictures of you wearing them. You looked . . . different. Nothing like you do today.”

  My eyes study her face. She’s really serious about this. She wants to know about me. It may sound a little fucked up, but she’s the first woman to ask me anything personal about my life. All that the other women wanted was a good fuck and they knew they would get it from me. I grew used to it; got comfortable and became accustomed to it. It became my escape; my addiction. It may make me sound like shit, but when you basically fuck for a living you get used to it; crave it and then it gets hard to stop.

  For some reason I want to tell her. I want her to know more about me. “All right. I’ll tell you.” I pick her up by the hips and set her down so she’s straddling the back of my bike just like the last time we were here. I just hope she’s ready for this because it’s a long fucking story and one I don’t usually tell.

  “I used to be a lawyer.” She gives me a shocked look by widening her eyes, but stays quiet. I know, it’s quite a fucking shocker from looking at the man you see today. “I worked for my father’s Law Firm. It wasn’t what I wanted to do. It was what I was expected to do. I didn’t have a passion for it; although, I was one of the best. Everyone wanted me to handle their cases because they knew they wouldn’t get any better. I was a damn good lawyer. I just didn’t like it. I worked very hard; too hard. It got boring as shit and fast.”

  I grab her legs and yank her to me so her legs are wrapped around my waist and my hands are locked behind her back. “After the accident, I shut myself off from the world. I didn’t leave my house for about a month straight. When that month was up, I couldn’t force myself to go back to that life. No matter how hard my father pushed me, I just pushed back. I couldn’t fucking do it anymore. I was tired of living life the way he wanted me to. There was only one option; to quit.”

  “A few months later, after draining the money I had in my savings account and not doing shit but eating, showering and sleeping, Cale asked me to come out to a party at Walk Of Shame. I hadn’t been out of the house pretty much at all since the accident, so I agreed to go out and try to get my mind off things. Cale was dancing that night along with Hemy and somehow the women kept mistaking me for one of the dancers. They couldn’t keep their hands off me. I hadn’t felt anything in a long time and that night, I had such a rush that I was on some kind of high. It was the first feeling I had since the accident. I grew addicted to the rush and depended on it. It was my normalcy, so I took a job at the club and became roommates with Cale a few months later. I’ve just barely been getting by. First it was the dancing and the sex, then it became the tattoos and the pain I got from them. It kept me feeling something; made me feel more alive. When that didn’t help me anymore, I moved on and it became the drinking. The alcohol was enough to numb it. It has gotten me by . . . until now. I want more though. I just don’t know if I can have it; if I deserve it.”

  She scoots closer to me and reaches out t
o cup my face in her hands. I find myself reaching up to place my hands over hers as I look into her eyes. It feels nice. “Thanks for sharing that with me. I know how hard this must be for you. I also know that you don’t open up very often. It means a lot to me.” She leans in, hesitates, but then presses her lips against mine.

  She gets ready to pull away, but I tangle my hands in the back of her hair and pull her as close to me as I can. The feeling I have right now is unexplainable. It’s so fucking good that I could just kiss her all night and not give a damn about anything else. I haven’t talked to anyone about my past and with her, she makes it feel so natural; so damn easy. It’s like she’s the medicine I’ve needed all along; the way to cope.

  The feel of her in my arms and the taste of her in my mouth makes me feel . . . at ease. Just a little bit of peace finally; not enough to kill the pain, but enough to give me a little hope.

  I pick her up off my bike and wrap her legs around my waist while kissing her long and hard. I want her to know that she’s only making me want her more each and every day. At first, it was just a sexual attraction; the need to have something that I couldn’t, but it’s become more to me than just that. She’s different than the other girls. She’s more than just a fuck. She’s addictive, but the right kind of addiction. I have a very addictive personality and she may be the thing I need to feed it.

  A few minutes pass before she pulls away from the kiss and places her forehead against mine. We look into each other’s eyes and I run my finger over her cheek.

  “What,” she asks. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m thinking about how beautiful you are and the way you make me want more than what I have.”

  She sucks in a deep breath and turns her head away from me. Right before she turned away, I caught a look in her eyes that made my chest ache. There’s something she’s not telling me. I can tell.

  “We should get going, Slade. You have to be at work soon. Okay?” She forces a smile and taps my chest so I know to set her back down to her feet.