Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

  The crowd is pretty much shoulder to shoulder and I can barely see what’s happening on the stage. That is until Cale jumps down into the crowd and starts grinding his hips to the music while bending some girl over as if he’s fucking her.

  He’s wearing a short pair of red boxer briefs and his muscular body is covered in sweat as he continues to grind behind her, working her nice and good, before thrusting her away with his dick and dropping to the floor as if he’s making love to someone below him. He’s working his hips so powerfully and with such a perfect rhythm that it takes my breath away just imagining being below him. Now I know what my sister meant by not being able to handle this place. I’ll never be able to look at Cale the same now, and I’m pretty positive that there’s no way that man is still a virgin. I guess I didn’t really expect him to be . . .

  Holy. Hotness.

  I SLOW MY RHYTHM AND close my eyes as I picture Riley below me. These women might be imagining me fucking them, but I’m imagining fucking Riley, nice and slow, and taking care of her every fucking need.

  I feel hands grab at me and start tugging on my briefs, trying to get me naked. Someone gets my briefs down far enough in the back that my whole ass is hanging out, so I push myself back to my feet, smile at the ladies, and slowly thrust the air, giving them a view of my bare ass flexing.

  Right as I’m pulling my briefs back up I look to the left and set my sights on Riley. She’s looking at me with wide eyes, appearing slightly uncomfortable and out of place. My body instantly reacts to seeing her and I have to fight against my erection, knowing that these red boxer briefs will do nada to hide what I’m thinking.

  Ignoring all the women around me, I walk toward her, letting her know that I see her. The last thing I want is for Riley to feel as if she doesn’t belong when she’s here to see me. She’s the most important woman in this damn room and I’m about to show her that.

  When I approach Riley, I wrap my hands into the back of her hair and bury my face into the softness of her neck, pulling her as close to me as humanly possible.

  She’s stiff at first, but loosens up and grabs my forearms as I run my lips up her neck, grinding my hips against her. I hear her let out a little gasp as my erection presses against her stomach, and that little sound alone is enough to make me want her even more than ever.

  “You came to see me,” I whisper against her neck. I grab one of her legs and wrap it around my waist as I dig my hips into her. “You’re the most beautiful girl in this room, Riley. I promise you that.”

  Reaching for her other leg, I pick her up and wrap both of her legs around my waist, thrusting my hips into her, nice and slow as if fucking her. My hands grip her ass and I hold her as close to me as I can, grinding her against me.

  I look up just as Stone slides a chair in front of me, giving me exactly what I need as if reading my mind. Being careful with Riley, I set her down on the chair and then straddle her lap, wrapping both of my hands into the back of her hair and forcing her to look into my eyes. I’m unsure of what she’s thinking, but now is the time to show her what she could have. All she has to do is give me a clue that she wants it just like I do.

  Biting my bottom lip, I reach for both of her hands, lightly lacing mine on the backs of hers, before running them slowly down my chest and abs, ensuring she feels every ridge as I grind into her. I lean into her and moan against her ear, showing her just how turned on I am without her doing anything at all.

  Her body shivers and she lets out a small moan as well, confirming what I want to know, and letting me see exactly what my body is doing to her. Pleased, I pick her back up and grip her ass as she wraps her legs around me once again.

  She leans her head back, getting lost in the moment as my body stills against hers and the song comes to an end.

  We stand here for a few moments, holding each other, until finally she lets go and clears her throat, dropping back to her feet. “Told you I’ve always wanted to see male strippers.” She smiles nervously and brushes her hair out of her face. “You should go. The crowd is waiting.”

  I press my lips to her forehead and offer her a thankful smile, before turning away from her and finishing up the show.

  RILEY IS OUTSIDE WAITING BY my truck when I’m done. She looks up from her phone and smiles when she sees me approaching. “Done shaking your junk for the horny women already?”

  I walk up to her and kiss her on the forehead, before pulling away and laughing. “Yeah, my junk is tired from all the shaking. It’s Stone’s turn now.”

  She lets out a small laugh. “Well, you were great.” Her eyes search mine before she speaks again. “Everyone loved you.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, Riley.” I lean against my truck, beside her. “How was your day?”

  “Good,” she responds. “I’m just a bit tired and sore.”

  I look around the parking lot in search of her car. “Did you drive here or take a taxi?”

  She pushes a button on her key ring, making it beep, before holding up her keys. “Drove.” She yawns and leans against my truck, looking exhausted. “I was only planning on stopping in for a few minutes, but kinda got sucked in by the action,” she teases.

  I walk around her and open the passenger door to my truck. “Let’s go. We’ll get your car tomorrow.”

  She shakes her head while yawning. “It’s fine, Cale. I’ll just drive and meet you at your house.”

  Ignoring her request, I pick her up and set her in my truck, refusing to let her drive in her exhausted condition. “Your car will be fine. You’re riding with me.”

  Smiling, she leans back and buckles her seatbelt. “Yes, master Cale,” she quips.

  “I like that.” I respond with a grin. “Say it again.”

  Laughing, she smacks my arm and reaches for the door to close it. “Back up before your junk gets stuck in the door.”

  I bite my bottom lip and back away, watching her in amusement. God, I’ve missed this woman. Having her here reminds me of why I chose to wait in the first place.

  By the time we pull up at my house Riley is practically sleeping in her seat. She slowly straightens and looks out the window while rubbing the back of her neck. “We’re here already?” She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to me as she stretches. “Sorry if I dozed off. I got stuck at work longer than expected. I guess I’m a lot more exhausted than I thought.” She rubs her neck again. “And sore. Ouch.”

  I smile at her and gently touch her bottom lip. “No worries.” Hopping out of my truck, I hurry to Riley’s side before she has a chance to open the door herself. “You don’t have to do shit for the rest of the night. I got you, girl.”

  She lets out a surprised squeal as I reach in the truck and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. “Cale!” She grabs onto my shirt and laughs. “What are you doing?”

  I slap her ass and start walking for the door. “Stop squirming. I told you that you don’t have to do shit for the rest of the night. Did you think I was joking?”

  She places her hands on my ass and pushes up as I walk through the door and shut it behind us. “Well, I didn’t think that included walking.” She looks up at me, and smiles after I toss her on my bed. “What . . . are you going to undress me for the night too?”

  I lift my eyebrows and look her in the eyes as I crawl onto my bed and hover above her. “Yes,” I say firmly. “You’ve been taking care of people your whole life. Let me take care of you tonight.”

  She swallows as her eyes meet my lips. “Cale . . . you don’t have to take care of me. You don’t owe–”

  I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, gently but possessively, letting her know how much I want her. I’ve waited for far too long to kiss her, and there’s no way I’m holding back. Tonight . . . she’s going to see just how fucking good my tongue can make her feel.

  She lets out a moan and grips my shoulders as I run my tongue across her lips, hinting for her to open up for me.

  “Cale . . .” She moans ag
ain as I press my hips between her legs. “I don’t know if we should do this . . .”

  I smile against her lips and whisper, “We don’t have to do anything.” Running my hands down her sides, I kiss my way down her stomach, stopping above her jeans. “Just let me take care of you.”

  Her eyes search mine for a moment, but she doesn’t say a word as I work on taking off her jeans. Slowly, I pull them down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs on the way down, before tossing her jeans aside and gently nibbling her clit through her thin panties.

  She squirms and slams her head back while gripping the blanket in anticipation. “Cale,” she breathes heavily. “I don’t want to mess things up between us. You should stop . . .”

  I slowly pull her panties down while looking her in the eyes. “Don’t worry about that. Trust me, Riley. You need this . . . just sit back and enjoy it.”

  Before she can say anything else, I run my tongue over her clit, before gently sucking it into my mouth. The taste of her against my tongue is almost enough to make me bust my load.

  I’ve wanted to taste Riley for so damn long now. I probably shouldn’t be doing this so soon, but I can’t help myself. She’s just so beautiful and tense. She looks as if she hasn’t been pleasured in a long time, and I want her to know how good it can feel to be taken care of, especially by me: her sweet Cale.

  Riley’s hands wrap into my hair as her hips buck upward, begging for more, so that’s what I give her.

  My tongue explores every last inch of her sweet little pussy, tasting it as if my life depends on it. I work my tongue slow at first, teasing her and making sure that she’s left wanting more. Then I speed up, fucking her with my tongue, before slipping my finger into her tight little pussy, pumping in and out as I move back to her clit.

  Squeezing her hip, I pull her body closer to me while giving her just a small taste of my skills.

  Her grip on my hair tightens as her legs begin to squeeze my face. “Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Cale . . .”

  I suck her clit into my mouth, working my tongue and finger fucking her until she’s shaking beneath me, her pussy now clenching around my finger. Her muscles tighten so hard that it almost hurts my damn finger.

  I look up at her and run my tongue along her folds one more time, before pulling my finger out and sucking her sweet release into my mouth.

  Smiling at her new, relaxed state, I crawl above her and press my lips to her forehead. “Goodnight, Riley.”

  Not wanting to pressure her any more than I have and make her feel uncomfortable, I help her back into her panties before heading for the door on my way to sleep on the couch.

  “Goodnight,” she whispers softly. “I . . . uh . . . I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I keep my cool until I shut the door behind me. “Fuck me,” I growl out.

  One taste. One fucking taste and I’m ready to give her all of me. I want to bury myself between her legs so bad, but I know that moving things too fast will only ruin her.

  She’s too fresh out of a relationship and too concerned about ruining things between us to be able to take that step. Truthfully, I don’t even know if she’s going to be able to handle what I just did to her. I took it easy on her tonight. Just wait until she can see how rough I can be.

  “Shit . . .” I strip down to the nude and lay on the couch, knowing that I won’t be sleeping for shit tonight. My dick won’t either.

  Closing my eyes, I grab my shaft and slowly stroke it to thoughts of Riley riding my hard cock. I want to feel her take it deep and hard, knowing that she’s the first to take it.

  My strokes become faster as I think back to the sexy little sounds that Riley made when she came on my tongue. “So fucking hot, Riley.”

  A few minutes later and I’m busting my load all over my tight abs, wishing that it were inside Riley’s tight little pussy instead.

  Fuck me . . .

  I’VE BEEN LAYING HERE FOR the last hour, unable to shut my mind off and fall asleep. Guilt has been eating at me, making it impossible to shut my eyes.

  I should feel guilty for letting another man touch me so soon. I should feel guilty for kissing another man, and enjoying it, but I don’t. No . . . I feel guilty for not feeling guilty and knowing that there is only one reason for that: Cale Kinley.

  I know without a doubt that if it had been anyone other than Cale I would feel bad for letting another man touch me. Don’t get me wrong; I still love Tyler. I mean . . . we were together for two years, so how could I not. I can’t just shut my feelings off. Of course I still care about him, wonder what he’s doing and how he’s feeling now that I’m gone.

  The part I don’t understand is why when Cale’s lips were on me that not one thought of Tyler crossed my mind, as if he was forgotten. Cale consumed my every thought and need, making me feel . . . alive, and cared for. He made me believe for just a small moment that it’s possible to let everything go and let someone else take care of you. I really needed that and he could tell. He’s always been able to read me.

  Now I’m left with another question: how does he feel about me? I know he loves me as a friend and that he’ll do anything for me, but would he really go out of his way to please me sexually if his only feelings toward me were platonic? Knowing that he’s a stripper confuses me, because I’m sure he doesn’t have a problem with sexual attention, and it makes me believe that he possibly does have real feelings for me. Male strippers are known for their reputations. Considering what they do, it’s plausible that they’re sexually active with probably about seventy percent of the girls that come and see them, but I hope that’s not the case with Cale.

  Throwing the blanket from my legs, I quietly get out of bed and walk through the living room on my way to the bathroom. I’m sure to be as quiet as possible, worried that I’ll wake Cale up. He’s had a long night and the last thing I want to do is take away from his sleep.

  On the way back to the bedroom, I find myself wanting to see Cale one more time before falling asleep. For some reason my body aches just to get a glimpse of him.

  I quietly make my way over to the couch and peek over it.

  “What are you doing, Rile?”

  I jump back from the sound of Cale’s voice. I wasn’t expecting him to be awake.

  “I couldn’t sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were sleeping.”

  He tiredly smiles at me and reaches for my arms, pulling me onto the couch with him. “I’ll help you fall asleep. Come here.” He lifts the blanket so that we’re both underneath, before snuggling me to his chest and wrapping his arm around me.

  I let out a small gasp when I feel his bare dick against the exposed skin of my belly. “You’re naked, Cale?”

  He just pulls me closer and starts rubbing his hand through my hair, calming me. “Just close your eyes, Rile. I got you.” He kisses the top of my hair. “Go to sleep.”

  I’M JUST FINISHING UP WITH Lynx when I hear the door open behind me. I got a little behind because Lynx constantly wanted to talk and request that I spend extra time on his upper thighs. Every time I tried moving to the next body part, he kept saying that his muscles were still tense.

  Feeling frustrated, I don’t even bother turning around. “I’m almost done here. Come back in ten please. I apologize.”

  I hear the door close behind me, so I automatically suspect that the person left, but when Lynx opens his eyes and smiles past me, I realize that the person is still in the room.

  I quickly turn around and get ready to usher the person out when my eyes set on Cale. He smiles at me before turning to Lynx. “No wonder your ass wasn’t at the club.”

  Cale lifts an eyebrow as Lynx sits up and slowly gets dressed. “Yeah, well I was feeling a bit tense and this beautiful lady was helping me relax. What’s it to you?”

  I see Cale’s jaw tense, but he quickly shakes it off and leans against the wall as Lynx finishes dressing.

  I look between the two of them, before setting my gaze on Lynx. “So I’m guess
ing you’re a stripper too?”

  Lynx gives me a cocky grin, before walking up to Cale and squeezing his shoulder. “Nah . . . I’m the boss man. Right, Cale?” He winks.

  Cale shrugs his shoulders and eyes him carefully as he reaches for the door handle. “When you’re actually there,” he says stiffly.

  Lynx brushes off Cale’s coldness and turns back to me. “I’ll see you in a couple days, Magic hands.” He winks and then disappears out into the hall.

  Cale grunts to himself and quickly starts getting undressed as I clean and prepare the bed. “Is he in here a lot, Rile?”

  I smooth out the new sheet and look behind me. “He’s been in here a couple of times. He’s pretty persistent when he wants something. I guess I can see why now.”

  Cale reaches out and grabs my chin, bringing my eyes up to meet his. “Has he tried anything with you? Tell me right now if he has.”

  I shake my head. “No, Cale. Nothing besides the extra time that he requests on his upper thighs, but I’m starting to get used to that with this job title.” I let out a small laugh, but Cale still seems tense.

  “Promise me that you’ll let me know if he touches you. I don’t like the idea of you two in here alone together. He’s got quite the reputation at the club.”

  I place my hand on his arm and he releases my chin. “Don’t worry, Cale. I’ll be fine.” I point down at the bed. “Now get your ass naked so I can get started.” I offer him a lighthearted smile. “I’m starting to see that you do everything naked.”

  He pulls his jeans down and I turn my head away so he can get out of his boxers. “I’m happier when I’m naked, Rile. What can I say?”

  I’m happier when you’re naked too . . .

  When I turn back around, Cale is laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. The small towel is doing an even shittier job of hiding his junk than the last time.

  Squirting some oil into my hands, I start at Cale’s shoulders and slowly work my way down his chest. “You working tonight?”