Walk Of Shame(146)

The song playing over the speakers slows down, so gripping my hair I roll my hips, slowing down my rhythm to match the music. Wicked Games by The Weeknd is playing, so every girl in this room is hanging on my every move, just wanting me to fuck them to this song later. I can see it in their eyes and it makes me feel fucking guilty.

I don’t know what made me think that Riley would be okay with this lifestyle, but the more I’m here, the more I worry that she will start pulling away from me when she sees just how bad it truly can get here. Tonight is one of those nights that would probably push Riley over the edge. Lynx seems to be pushing it to get as dirty as fucking possible.

Doing as Lynx instructed, I strip out of my briefs and cover as much of my cock as possible with my free hand, before replacing my hand with my boxer briefs. Dropping to the ground, I hold the thin fabric over my dick and start grinding on the ground as if fucking someone, long and deep. I feel one of the guys pour water over me, soaking me and making it even harder to cover myself with my white briefs.

I can feel hands grab and slap at my ass as I continue to thrust in a slow rhythm, waiting for this fucking song to end. Every woman in this room now knows what my naked ass looks like while fucking. I don’t feel comfortable knowing that Riley should be the only one to witness this dirty moment.

As the song comes to an end I grind my hips one more time, before making my way to my feet. A slim brunette with huge tits instantly plasters herself to the front of my body and grabs my cock. Her other hand reaches around my back side and grips my ass as she starts sliding her hand over my shaft.

“Stop,” I growl out, while gripping her wrist and pulling her hand away.

Throwing herself at me, she ignores my demand and grabs at my fucking dick again. “Mmm . . . someone’s packing,” she slurs. “Show us your dick, baby, and I’ll let you put it anywhere.”

I grip her wrist a little tighter this time and get in her face, showing her that I’m not interested. “I’m not going to fuck you so just stop.”

Pushing past her, I look up just in time to see Riley looking at me from the across the room. I can see the shock and hurt on her face and all I want to do is scream for her to come to me so I can make her feel better.

She shakes her head and starts backing away as I begin making my way through the crowd. I get just a glimpse of Lynx walking her away before a group of girls walk in front of me, blocking my line of vision.

My skin heats up in anger at just the thought of Lynx being with her, so I don’t think twice before brushing the group of drunken women off and pushing through them.

By the time I get to where Riley and Lynx are, over by the door, I stop dead in my fucking tracks when I see Lynx pinning her against the door in between his arms. He’s whispering something in her ear, but it looks as if she just wants to leave.

Without even giving it a second thought I grip Lynx’s shoulder and spin him around, swinging my right fist into his mouth.

“What the fuck!” Lynx screams out in shock. “Did you seriously just fucking hit me, you crazy asshole?”

Keeping my eyes on him, I reach down for my boxer briefs that are now on the ground and quickly slide them back on, before walking over to Riley and grabbing her chin. “Are you okay?” I grip the back of her hair and look her in the eyes. “Did he touch you?”

I feel someone grab my shoulder. I turn around defensively to see that it’s only Stone. “You got this, bro?” He asks, while looking back and forth between me and Lynx.

“I’m good, man.” I shake his hand off my shoulder and give Riley my full attention. “Did he touch you? Tell me.”

She shakes her head and pushes me away, looking hurt and more confused than I’ve ever seen her. “No . . . but it looks as if everyone gets to touch you, Cale.”

She pushes me away again, so I back up a bit, giving her space. I never want to make her feel uncomfortable, but I want nothing more than to touch her right now. It leaves me in a fucked up situation.

“Rile, I’m fucking sorry.” I grip my hair and growl out in anger at the fact that she had to witness some other girl touch me like that. “I don’t want that shit, trust me, but please don’t walk out on me without talking to me. You’ve never just walked out on me. Don’t start now.”

I feel my heart fucking get ripped out of my chest when I notice that her face is wet. She’s been crying. She’s been fucking crying while I’ve been here taking off my clothes for other women and fulfilling their damn fantasies. I’m a dick.

“I’m sorry, Cale, but I can’t . . . I just can’t.” She starts walking toward the door. I grab her arm to stop her, but she pulls it away and gives me a dirty look. That’s how I know she needs time alone. “I need to leave right now. Please just understand that. This is so much more than I thought. So much . . . worse.”