Walk Of Shame(76)

“Fuck yes.” He undoes his jeans before pulling down the zipper. “Fuck yourself faster and rub your nipple with your other hand.” I do as he says while moaning out. “That’s it, baby. Do it for me.”

I position myself so that I’m sitting on my ass with my legs spread eagle in front of his face. I want to be sure he gets a good view. Then, I pull my panties to the side and bare my wet, throbbing, pussy to him.

“That’s it, Onyx.” He pulls his cock out of his jeans and I instantly notice the piercings. It has me so turned on that I have to stop all movement in fear of getting off too soon. He notices me eyeing his cock and grins. “Imagine these steel bars deep inside you as I pound into you. You know I like it deep, baby.” His hand starts stroking his cock and I instantly notice the bead of pre-cum that drips off the head and onto his hand.

I bring my hand down to touch myself again and move at the same rhythm Hemy is, as he strokes himself. His eyes never stray away from my fingers shoving themselves deep inside me.

I’ve needed this for a long time. Ever since leaving Hemy, reaching orgasm has become almost close to impossible. Just watching him get off as I get myself off is enough to make me want to explode.

He starts stroking harder and faster while sucking on his lip ring. “I’m about to blow, baby. I wish it were inside of you.”

His words set me off and I find myself shaking from the most intense orgasm I have had in years. A few seconds later, Hemy is blowing his load into his free hand, moaning out my name.

We both look at each other while coming down from our temporary high.

He reaches for a clean towel and wipes his hand off. “We still need to talk.”

I cover myself back up and close my eyes. “I don’t have time right now. I’m working.”

Right as I’m about to close my legs, his eyes meet the inside of my right thigh.

He jumps out of his chair and grips my thigh to hold it open. “What the fuck is that?” He spreads my legs wide open and runs his hand over my tattoo while breathing heavily. “You got my name tattooed on you?”

I never meant for him to see that. It was for my own private reasons. The lettering is so small that you can barely even make out what it says unless you look extra close. “Not now, Hemy. I’m not getting into this.”

He growls as I push his hands away and force my legs closed. “That was my favorite spot. I would kiss you there almost every night before bed. Is that why you did it?”

I’m not answering that. This was a horrible idea but I needed to get off.

“I don’t have time for this.” I climb off the table and walk toward the door with speed. I get ready to open it, but get stopped by Hemy’s voice.

“Come to my work when you have time.” He walks past me and stops to look back at me with hurt eyes. “I’ll always make time for you. I won’t break anymore promises.”

I stand there and watch him as he walks away. He knows damn well that he has me hanging on again. The question is . . . how tightly?

Well that went well . . .





IF ONYX THOUGHT FOR ONE minute I was going to back off she really doesn’t remember how persistent I was when it came to her. Now that I’ve gotten another glimpse at what’s been mine all along, there is nothing that can stop me from claiming her as mine again. I’m a lot stronger than I was back then. My head is a lot clearer. I know what I can’t live without and without a doubt that is her.

Knowing that she has my name permanently inked on her skin is fucking with me so bad that I can’t even think straight. She can get my name tattooed on her body, but she acts as if she doesn’t want shit to do with me. It has my chest aching at just the thought.

“A fucking tattoo, man,” I mumble while looking back up at Cale. “My name branding the inside of her perfect little thigh. Do you know how bad that screws with my head?”

He watches me as I take a long drag of my cigarette and slowly exhale. “I guess you both had it a lot deeper than you thought, man. She obviously loved you and missed you or else she wouldn’t have gotten it. Plus, no other guy wants to see that shit, so I doubt she’s seriously dated anyone since you. Think back to when you got yours. What made you do it?”

I take another drag while running my hand through my hair. I don’t even need to think about this one. “I missed her so damn bad that the thought of her made it hard to breathe. It still does, man. It’s been four damn years and I feel exactly the same about her. It kills me to think about all the time we have missed out on. No other girl compares to her, never will. They are simply temporary fill ins for what I wish I still had.” I toss my cigarette and pull both hands through my hair in frustration. “I’m getting her back, man. I don’t care what it takes.”