Slade (Walk Of Shame #1)

Chapter Six
Aspen




Sitting on the back of Slade’s motorcycle with my arms wrapped around his waist is the last thing I thought I’d be doing right now. Just earlier I wanted to rip his f*cking hair out and choke him, but I have a feeling he might like that type of thing. I might even like doing it to him. That’s the sad part.
Since leaving the club, we’ve been riding for the last hour in dead silence. I have a feeling he needs this at the moment and hell, I do too. It’s relaxing having the cool breeze hit against your skin as you ride with no worries; not knowing where you’re going or where you’ll end up at. The only problem is - it feels like it’s about to rain. I can smell it and almost taste it.
Yup, here it comes. Perfect timing.
Holding on tighter, I bring my body closer to his as the rain suddenly hits, pouring off the helmet and soaking my shirt. It’s cool. Cooler than I expected, giving me instant chills. My nipples harden as the fabric of my now wet shirt rubs against them. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go with lace today.
Slade tilts his head up, takes a deep breath and slowly releases it. I can feel his body tensing beneath my arms and I feel myself unintentionally squeeze tighter as he makes a quick right. He rides down a path hidden beneath the trees until finally making a stop in the middle of nowhere.
Grabbing for my hand, he helps me off the bike before he quickly hops off and yanks his gray T-shirt over his head and holds it above me. He slowly backs me up until we’re standing below a huge tree, hidden from the rain.
He’s standing there soaked, looking at me through long, wet lashes. He has the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen. I want to pull my gaze away, but I can’t. I’m hypnotized. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s so damn beautiful; dangerously beautiful. His black hair is wet and slicked back from the rain. It’s thick and slightly long. I love that. The focal point is those lips. Oh God, those lips. The rain is falling on them, beading, and dripping down. With each drop that falls, it causes him to keep using his tongue to dry them. It’s so damn distracting.
“Here. Use this.” I pull my eyes away from his lips and take hold of his shirt, holding it above my head. “It’s not a f*cking umbrella, but it will help.”
He turns away and walks out into the open, but stops to stand in the pouring rain. I watch as he runs his hands over his face, the rain pouring over his head and arms while soaking his jeans. His bare chest is moving up and down as if he’s trying to fight some deep emotions and with each move, his muscles flex, making me very aware of his sex appeal. It’s confusing. I don’t know if I want to hug him, slap him or f*ck him. All I know is that I definitely want to be doing something to him.
After a few minutes of him just standing there, I walk away from the safety of the tree and hold his shirt above both of our heads. By now, it’s completely drenched and not serving much of a purpose, but I don’t take notice. Someone else has captured my attention. I’m standing on the tip of my toes, trying my best not to lose my balance and fall into him.
It takes him a moment, but he finally turns around. Looking me in the eyes, he reaches for his shirt and throws it down beside him. His eyes are intense; dark. “I need to finish what I started,” he growls. He takes a step forward and I take a step back, but his stride is wider than mine. He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “I’ve been craving your p-ssy all f*ckin’ day. That sweet smell from earlier has my mouth watering for another taste.”
He doesn’t even hesitate before grabbing me by the hips and picking me up. It’s as if he already knew I was going to let him do what he wants to me. It angers me, but I have to admit it has me so turned on I don’t think I could say no if I tried.
I want to say something; protest or scream no, but I don’t. I should, but I won’t. I’m too wrapped up in what he’s about to do to me. I’m not thinking clearly. My thighs are moistening with every look at his beautiful body and every filthy word that exits his mouth.
He walks toward his black motorcycle with me wrapped around his waist. Just thinking about the way he made me feel this morning without even touching me has me so turned on that I can already feel the ache between my legs just waiting to be released; pulsating to be filled by his dick. It’s new to me. It’s what he does to me.
Setting me down beside his motorcycle, he places one hand on my waist while working the button on my wet shorts with the other. I try to look at his face to see what he’s feeling at the moment, but its void of any emotions. He’s hard to read and it gives me an adrenaline rush; a need to figure him out.
His hands are working fast to pull my shorts down my legs and lift my feet out of them. Even with them being wet, he is a pro at stripping me out of them. He’s good at getting what he wants and it makes me wonder if he’s just as good when he gets it.
Standing here almost naked, I feel myself panting as he balls my thong in his hand and yanks. The thin strings rip apart, baring my throbbing p-ssy to him. My first thought is to cover myself up, but he lifts me up and sets me down so I’m straddling the back of his motorcycle.
I feel my legs spread wider as he runs his hands up my thighs and licks the rain from his full lips. Sitting here right now makes me feel dirty, but a part of me really needs this right now. Maybe letting him pleasure me will be enough to take my mind off things for the moment; not worry about what a certain someone is doing.
“Oh, f*ck.” He grips my thighs and bites his bottom lip. “The taste of your sweet p-ssy has been on my tongue all day; teasing me and making my f*cking cock hurt. You better f*cking hold on tight while I devour your p-ssy; taste you in ways you’ve never been tasted.”
Gripping my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the motorcycle and runs his tongue up my thigh while grazing my flesh with his teeth. I can already feel myself squirming on the wet bike, trying not to slip off. My heart is going wild in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Oh. My. Goodness.
“You like that, don’t you,” he asks against my thigh. “I bet you’re already imagining what it’s going to feel like when I run my tongue up your wet little p-ssy.” He bites into my thigh and pulls me closer so my legs are over his shoulders. It hurts, but feels so good at the same time. My breathing picks up as he nibbles a little harder. “You like it when it hurts, baby?” He pulls away and lets the rain fall against my swollen *. It has me wishing his mouth was there instead, to ease my ache.
Just touch me already . . .
An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way up to my inner thigh, right beside my p-ssy and bites down onto my skin. I shake my head and squirm out of his reach in an attempt to get away. I can’t handle it. It’s too much. He feels my pull and yanks me back down by my thighs so I reach out and yank his hair making him look up at me. “Not so rough, a*shole. Don’t make me regret this anymore than I already do.”
“F*ck,” he groans out. He closes his eyes and moans. Oh my, that moan. So deep and rough. “Pull my hair again and I will f*ck you instead of just licking you. Got it?”
Knowing that I’m pushing my luck with him, I release his hair and grip onto the bike handlebars behind my head. I’m already too far to turn back now. I want his tongue, but that’s it. Nothing more. This is it. Just one time. Just . . .
“Oh f*ck,” I moan out as his tongue slides up my p-ssy, slowly and teasingly. “This can only happen once. You know that, right?” I fight to catch my breath. “This is wrong in so many ways.”
He looks up from between my thighs with a sly grin. He’s a dirty little snake that has me in his grips and he knows it. “Yeah, but it feels so f*cking right, doesn’t it?”
I don’t answer. I don’t want to. All I want to do is close my eyes, lean back and let his tongue work its magic to release the tension I’ve had built up since this morning. When he sucked my wetness into his mouth and tasted me, I almost gave in right there and let him have me. It took every bit of strength to fight my urge to pull him into the shower and let him have his way with me; to f*ck me just once.
His tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up my folds. He’s being gentle and teasing me, making me want more. His rhythm is precise and in control as if he knows the exact spot to work me up. He’s slowly building me up, knowing I’ll want more at the end. He’s f*cking good; a pro. He’s in control of his game and it makes me want to knock him down a notch; tease him a little.
I catch myself moaning as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my p-ssy as deep as it will go. He’s f*cking me with his tongue. The feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax . . . but I fight it. I’m not ready yet and I have a feeling he won’t let me get off so easily anyways.
After a few seconds he slips his tongue out and slides it up and over my * before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good I have to reach out and grip his hair again. I feel myself pulling and the harder I pull the better his tongue pleases me. He gets off on this and I plan to use this to my advantage.
I yank his hair to the side and he sucks my * so hard that I scream out in pleasure and almost fall over, but he catches me. I can feel him growling against my * and it deepens the pleasure and makes me want more as he holds me steady. “Oh shit! Oh shit!”
“F*ck this shit! I want to f*ck you so bad and make you scream louder while I’m pounding your tight little p-ssy. It’s so f*cking hot hearing me pleasure you.” Standing up, he runs his tongue over his lips and places both of his hands on his bike, hovering above me. “You want me to f*ck you?” He runs his tongue up my neck and stops at my ear. “Just say the word and I’ll end that throbbing ache between your legs. I’ll f*ck you so good that my cock will be the only one you ever f*cking think about again. Let me show you.”
I shake my head and place my hand on his chest. “No. Dammit, Slade.” I give him a shove, but against his firm body, it doesn’t even make him budge. It only makes me want him more. “I don’t need you to f*ck me and I don’t want you to. Just finish this so we can go back to hating each other.”
Wiping the rain off his face, he spreads my legs wider and places his thumb over my * and starts rubbing. “Why? Are you afraid it will feel too good? You scared that I might please you better than anyone else can?” I look at him and swallow while trying to pretend his words aren’t having the effect on me that they are. “My cock will feel so good in that tight little p-ssy.” Grabbing the back of my head with one hand, he shoves a finger inside me and sucks in his bottom lip. I moan and take a deep breath, feeling the thickness of his finger move in and out, making my body feel hot and tingly. “See how wet I make you.”
Closing my eyes, I moan and grip onto his wet hair. I have the urge to pull it and push him even further. I want his finger deeper. I need to get off. “You’re an a*shole for doing this and you f*cking know it,” I say between deep breaths.
“Oh yeah, baby,’’ he breaths into my ear. “F*cking show me how much of an a*shole I am and I’ll show you how good I am at pleasing you. You want me to please you; you have to f*cking work for it.”
What a f*cking a*shole.
“F*ck you!” I scream as I dig my nails into his back, wanting to hurt him. “You’re such an a*shole.”
He freezes and looks me dead in the eyes, clenching his jaw muscles. His eyes look fierce and I start to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have done that.
“I’m-”
“Don’t f*cking say it,” he cuts me off.
Without saying another word, he lifts me up off the motorcycle and holds me up high enough for me to squeeze my thighs against his face. I can feel his lips brushing my * and it already makes me want to lose control.
Oh shit.
Gripping my ass in his hands, he squeezes while his tongue works on catering to the aching throb between my legs. I grab onto his hair as I arch my back and scream. I scream so loud that it hurts. It actually f*cking hurts. My heels dig into his back as I continue to hang here while he pleasures me. He doesn’t seem like this is straining him at all.
I have never felt anything so good in my life. This is definitely not what I was expecting. I feel the heat surging through my body and I can tell that I’m almost there. I’m so damn close that it hurts. “Shit, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Slade. Faster . . .”
He grips me tighter and sucks my * into his mouth right as my body trembles in his arms and I’m brought to climax by his tongue. Damn, that magical tongue. Oh f*ck me, I’m screwed.
“Holy shit, Slade. What the f*ck did you just do to me?” I suck in a deep breath and release it. My heart is pounding so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. “Put me down, dammit. Put me down.”
He runs his hands up my legs before grabbing my waist and helping me down to my feet. His eyes bore into mine as I take a step back and reach down for my shorts as fast as I can.
I feel like such an idiot for letting him get me off. I don’t even like this guy. He’s a jerk; nothing but trouble. The f*cking devil in disguise, looking to taint my soul and consume my every f*cking thought. I really need to get out of here.
He leans against his bike, giving me a cocky look as I quickly slip my shorts on and wipe the water off of my face. “I’m ready to go. Take me back to the house.”
Without saying a word, he reaches for his helmet, slips it on my head and jumps onto the bike. I grab his hand as he offers it for help. “What about your shirt?”
“F*ck it. I don’t need it.” I feel his chest rumble as he laughs under his breath. “What about your panties?”
“F*ck you, Slade.”
He revs up the engine, makes sure I’m holding on tight and then takes off.




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The rain stopped almost immediately after we left. The ride back was in total silence. Exactly how I expected it to be. By the time we get back to the house, all I want to do is get as far away from Slade as I can. I feel so stupid for letting him work me up the way he did and catch me in a moment of weakness.
All it does is show him that he’s right; he gets whatever he wants. I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen, that I would be good this week and take some me time to figure out my life. So much for that. I feel like such a failure for being so careless.
I quickly hop off the motorcycle and slide the helmet off my head. Slade stays seated and watches me as I hand him the helmet. I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks shirtless on that damn motorcycle. Those tattoos and that damn perfect body. I hate it. No one should be allowed to look that devilishly sexy. “You’re not coming in?” He slides the helmet on his head and adjusts the crotch of his jeans.
He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”
I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”
He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him. That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.
Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a f*cking child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.
I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.