Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(2)

I’m standing here completely drenched now, half-naked and sweating my ass off.

Kage, Kass and Lane must notice how much tonight has kicked our asses, because they make their way through the crowd and start clearing out the room, being sure to keep the women at a distance from us.

“Holy fuck!” Kash runs past me, naked, holding a wet shirt over his junk. “This is the busiest night we’ve ever fucking had here. I need a few shots after this.”

“No shit,” I bite out. “Three different bachelorette parties this weekend and they all decided to come on the same night.”

Stone emerges from the crowd, with Sage wrapped around his waist. He’s soaking wet like me and Kash, but Sage could care less.

She just grips onto his face, pulling him in for a kiss and letting every other girl in the room know that they can look, and maybe even touch, but she’s the only one he’s going home with.

They’re closer than ever and I’m happy as hell for them.

After all they’ve been through, they deserve it.

Now to get the hell out of here before Kash tries dragging me out tonight . . .



AFTER THE LATE NIGHT I spent at Walk Of Shame, shaking my dick for money, all I really want is a moment of quiet and some time to pull my thoughts together.

To be away from the screeching sounds of women screaming and hands clinging to my every muscle, desperate to touch anything of me they can.

As fun as it is to have it so fucking easy, and know that I can have any girl that I desire, I want more than that. More than a quick fuck with a woman that simply wants me because I’m a popular male entertainer with a big cock.

I may give off the impression that I’m a man-whore that takes any hot woman to bed, but there’s so much more to me than that. What I’m looking for can’t be found inside the walls of a male strip club.

I’m a giver and when I find that right woman, I’m giving her everything that I fucking have in me. Seeing Stone and Sage together only makes me want that more.

Until then . . .

A knock sounds at the door of my office, and right away, I know who is on the other side.

It’s a twenty-four-hour gym, but there’s only one person that ever comes between the hours of two and three a.m.

Sophie Miller.

Standing up, I rub my hands down my face and walk over to unlock the door for her.

I may be tired and stressed as all hell, but having sex with Sophie, distracts my mind for a few hours, at least twice a month.

She works late nights at another club and passes the gym on the way home, usually stopping if she sees my motorcycle parked outside.

Smiling, Sophie makes her way into my office, when I open the door for her. “Rough night?” She looks me over, her eyes filled with lust and need.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Fucking exhausted.”

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she grips the button of my jeans and looks up at me with desperate blue eyes. “Hopefully not too exhausted. I need this.”

Placing my bodyweight against the desk, I grab onto her red hair with both hands and close my eyes as she twirls her tongue around the head of my cock.

She takes me half way in her mouth a few times, before attempting to fully take me in, but ends up choking on my length.

As much as I’m enjoying her mouth on me, I don’t have the patience or strength tonight to be here for hours.

“Stand up,” I command. “Bend over my desk and hold on tight.”

Without hesitation, Sophie stands up and bends over my desk, spreading her slender legs for me.

With force, I yank her jeans down, along with her panties, and slap her bare ass.

“You in a hurry tonight or something?” she questions, while squeezing the desk. “I didn’t even get to finish.”

“Yeah. It’s been a long night. I was just about to leave before you showed up.”

She reaches behind her and strokes my cock a few times. “Let’s go then.”

Pushing her head down on my desk, I pull out a condom and slip it on, before slamming into her, letting my frustration out.

With each hard thrust, she grips onto the desk, knocking things over and reaching for anything close enough for her to grab.

“Oh shit, Styx! You seem a lot more stressed than usual.”

“’Cause I am.” Gripping her neck, I choke her from behind, taking her as deep as I can, not stopping until I feel myself ready to come.

Moaning, I pull out and release myself in the condom, taking a few deep breaths, before yanking the condom off, tossing it, and pulling my jeans back up.

Now I’m not one to go quickly and especially without getting my partner off first, but I just can’t find it in me to give a shit tonight.

Sophie comes to stand in front of me, once she’s redressed herself. “You really need to take a week off for a vacation or something and just focus on the gym and maybe . . . I don’t know . . . fucking me more than just twice a month. I’m sure we both can relieve a lot of stress then.”