Slade (Walk Of Shame #1)

Chapter Two
Slade


Closing my eyes, I tilt back my second shot of Whiskey. That’s it, I think, moaning as it leaves a raw, burning sensation in the back of my throat. It’s what I need; what I crave.
After rushing Lex out of my room and listening to Cale ramble on about one of his old friends crashing with us for the next week, I need this damn rush; the alcohol pumping through my veins, weakening my demons. Hell, I might even go for another one just for the numbness.
F*ck it. Why not.
Holding up my empty shot glass, I nod at Sarah to come my way. She instantly drops what she’s doing to come to me. “Give me another one.”
Snatching my empty glass away, she smiles and nods over to Cale and Hemy working their shit on the girls in the back corner. “Shouldn’t you be over there showing them how it’s done?” She laughs while pulling out a bottle of Jack and filling a new shot glass. “They’re both looking a little tired and worn down. You know how bachelorette’s are; last night of freedom and all.”
I turn around in my stool and look at the two idiots. Cale is standing on a couch grinding his cock in some girl’s face while wiping sweat from his forehead. Hemy has some girl on the floor, rolling his body above hers, but he’s moving in a rhythm slower than the music.
Tired? How the f*ck can they . . .
“Yeah, well give me another shot and then I’ll show them what’s up.”    
“I’m sure you will, Slade. Keep slamming these back and I might be showing you what’s up later.” She pushes the shot of Whiskey across the bar and I grab it. “Go ahead. Drink up.” She winks.
Smirking, I hold the glass to my lips. She already knows how I work. “We’ve already had our night, Sarah.” I tilt the glass back and run my tongue over my lips, slowly, just to remind her of how I pleasured her. This causes her to swallow hard and her breathing to pick up. “It was hot as f*ck too.” I slide the glass forward and stand up. “But it goes against my rules.”
Her eyes linger down to the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. She smiles while running her finger over the empty glass. “Good to know I can at least still get you hard.”
I toss down a twenty and start backing away. “Baby, you get every man hard.” I point to the awkward looking guy that has been staring at her since I sat at the bar. “Especially that dude.”
She glances at the scrawny dude with glasses and forces a smile. He smiles back and leans over the bar, awaiting conversation. “I so hate you, Slade,” she growls and I love it. Growling turns me on.
“That’s all right. I’m used to it.”
She tosses a straw at me and I knock it away with my hand before turning around and making my way over to the bachelorette party.
The girls are tossing back drinks; some of them standing on tables while a few of them are watching from afar. Those are usually the married ones; the good f*cking girls. That’s all right though, because I don’t need to touch them to pleasure them. They’ll still get off.
As I’m about to show my boys up, to my right, I notice two girls dancing and minding their own business. Instantly, my focus goes to the curvy body that is swaying back and forth, drawing my cock to instant attention. It’s so seductive it makes my cock hurt.
Skin tight blue jeans mold to her every curve, making me imagine what it would be like to run my tongue over that tight little ass; to taste every inch of her.
Letting my dick do the talking, I walk up to the dance floor, grab the drink out of her hand and set it down on the table beside me.
She looks pissed off, but that’s all right. Pissed is sexy as hell on her. It makes me want her more. Her eyes stray from the table I just set her glass on and land on my stomach. Then my chest. Then, slowly, up to my face. She swallows and a look of lust flashes in her eyes. She wants me and I haven’t even done anything yet.
Holy f*ck. She is beautiful.
My eyes trail from her long blonde hair that stops just below her breasts up to her red pouty lips. Damn, I want to suck those between my lips. She’s looking at me through long, thick lashes and even in the dimmed lighting; I can see that she has two different colored eyes. I can’t make out the colors, but I can see the shade difference.
So f*cking hot.
“Umm . . .” She smiles and runs her hand through her hair. “Can I help you with something? We kind of have a private party going on here.”
Taking a step closer, I lean in and brush my lips over her ear. “Yeah, I can help you with something,” I whisper. “I can help you with a lot of things.”
Her breathing picks up and I already know that I have her. It’s that f*cking simple. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know you.” She takes a step back, but her eyes trail down my body before coming back up to meet my face. She looks nervous. I love that. I can teach her a few things. “And I was drinking that.”
I watch her with a smirk as she reaches for her drink and pretends to give me a dirty glare. It’s not working on me though. I already know her body language and she’s already let it slip that I do something to her. “I can give you something better than that.”
Her tiny nostrils flare as her eyes rake back down my body, stopping on my f*cking crotch. If that’s what she wants then I’ll give it to her. “Sorry, but I’m not interested. I’m just here for a friend’s party.”
She likes games. Good thing, because I like them too.
Closing the distance between our bodies, I cup her cheek in my hand. I bring my lips close to hers while looking her in the eyes. Her breath hitches as I press my body against hers and bring my eyes down to meet her lips. “Are you sure about that?”
Her lips begin to move as if she’s about to respond and I have the sudden urge to suck them into my mouth; to own them. She’s breathing heavy and I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs that are pressed against my leg while I rub my thumb over her cheekbone.
I feel myself leaning closer until my bottom lip brushes hers. “You’re f*cking beautiful.”
She takes in a quick burst of air and takes a step back. “Umm . . .”
“Slade!” A drunken female shrieks from behind me.
F*ck. I hate shriekers.
Exhaling, I turn my head, but keep my eyes glued to the beautiful blonde in front of me. For some reason, I don’t want to take my eyes away.
Those lips. F*ck me, I want to f*ck them. I want them wrapped around my cock.
“About time you got here.” A dark haired woman with huge fake tits bounces in front of me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the beauty in front of me. I see blondie’s eyes glance down at my hand, but she quickly turns her head away and clears her throat as if embarrassed. “My favorite piece of eye candy is here.” She throws her arms up and starts screaming while pulling me away. “Look everyone. It’s f*cking, Slade,” she slurs.
Smiling to blondie as she watches me, I mouth, “You’re mine later.”
Her lips part and I can tell she just swallowed. I have her thinking about it. It’s written all over her face. Her friend starts nudging her in the side until finally she pulls her eyes away from me and smiles nervously at her friend.
Shit, I’ve gotta have her. I won’t stop until I do.
Spinning on my heel, I pick the brunette up by her hips and sit her down on the chair in front of us. She spreads wide for me and presses her hands against my chest as I step between her legs and slowly grind my hips to the music.
Placing one hand behind my head, I grip her neck with my other as I close the space between our bodies, grinding my hips in a slow, seductive movement as if I’m slowly f*cking her.
She moans from beneath me as I let her hands explore my chest and abs. The women here like to touch and I like to give them what they want. It’s my job to f*cking please them and I’m damn good at it.
“Take it off!” A few girls start screaming.
“Let us see your body. Come on!”
Absof*ckinglutely.
Pulling the brunette’s chin up, I look her in the eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it down beside me. Most women love it when I make them feel like I’m stripping just for them. It makes them feel special.
She bites her bottom lip as her hands go straight for the muscles leading down to my cock. The girls can never get enough of it; of both.
As much as I’m enjoying getting these women off, there’s one woman in particular I want to get off and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her leave here unsatisfied.