Walk Of Shame: Hemy Part 4

"Onyx!" Roman pokes his head into the door and looks between me and Hemy. "What are you doing? I've been looking for you." He gives me a concerned look. "Is he giving you problems?"

Hemy turns away from the wall and pops his neck. "Who the f.u.c.k are you?"

I hold my hand out and place it on Hemy's chest. "He's my boss," I snap. I turn to face Roman. "No, and he was just leaving."

Roman looks Hemy up and down one last time before turning back to me. "You have a private dance waiting in room six. Don't keep them waiting too long."

I nod my head and give Hemy a dirty look. "Okay. I'm almost done."

Hemy watches with dark eyes as Roman walks away. He looks like he's ready to kill someone. "A private dance?"

I give him a little push toward the door. "Yes. You need to go."

He walks out the door and starts looking around at the room numbers.

"What are you doing," I bite out. "The exit is that way." I point over to the exit sign, but he ignores me and starts heading for room six. "Are you kidding me?" I follow behind him and we both stop in front of the door.

"It's my turn to see you dance." He turns to me and flashes a c.o.c.ky grin. "You want to dance for me, baby?" He leans in and kisses my neck. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

"No." I lightly tug his hair back, causing him to growl. "The point of a private dance is for it to be private, Hemy. There's no way my client is going to be okay with you joining."

"Oh yeah," he says. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." He yanks the door open and walks inside. His eyes set on the handsome guy with blonde hair wearing a business suit, holding a bottle of beer to his lips. He pulls out three hundred dollar bills and slaps it down in front of him. "I'm paying for the second dance." Then he pulls back a chair and sets it so he's sitting on the side of the client, but facing him. "You have a problem with that?"

The business guy looks at Hemy, a little intimidated and then down at the pile of money in front of him. "No, man. Not at all," he slurs. "Enjoy the show."

Now p.i.s.sed, I slam the door behind me and yank Hemy's head back by his hair before whispering, "Just remember you did this to yourself." I push his head forward and walk over to the man in the suit.

I grab his beer from out of his hand and toss it across the room. I'm p.i.s.sed. Not only at Hemy, but at this drunken idiot for agreeing to let him watch. I lift my leg, placing my heel next to him on the couch. I dig it into the leather while grabbing him by the tie and yanking his head to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I squat so that I'm closer to his waist. I start to sway my hips to the slow rhythm while running my hands through his hair and rubbing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s over his lips.

I allow myself to get lost in the music playing over the speakers, doing this for a few minutes before releasing his tie, and pulling his head back by his hair. I look down at his lap and smirk. "Someone's already hard for me." Opening the top of my black bustier, I straddle his lap and start grinding myself against his erection.

The guy starts moaning while looking down at my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and licking his lips. "Oh yeah, baby. Keep rubbing against my d.i.c.k."

I don't usually talk much with the men in private dances, but having Hemy in the room somehow makes me want to have a little fun. After all those years of me sitting by, while women touched and enjoyed him, why not give him a little taste?

"Mmm . . . you like that, big boy?" I rip his s.h.i.+rt open and grab onto it while arching my back and rolling my front against his. "It's so big and hard for me."

I grind my hips faster while moaning out and biting my bottom lip. I place my hands on my hips and roll with the beat of the music, popping my a.s.s with each one. I trail my hands upward and continue the slow hypnotic motion of the dance. I stop briefly when I reach my b.r.e.a.s.t.s that are peeking out of my top. I can feel his eyes on me, both of them. I close my eyes and continue my path upward until I reach my long blonde hair.

The heels of my black leather knee-high boots are pressed into the leather of the sofa. I keep my balance steady as I grind against his c.o.c.k. My eyes remain closed. I fist through my hair, messing it, as I seduce him with my movements.

I sit up and tease him in reverse, running my hands down my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down my stomach and in between my a.s.s and his hard on, while looking over at Hemy.

His eyes go hard as he reaches down to adjust his c.o.c.k. Seeing him hard gets me even more excited. It actually has me turned on. Our eyes lock as I grasp Mr. Professional's c.o.c.k in my hand and start rubbing myself faster while stroking it through the fabric.

The guy starts moaning and gripping onto the couch as his c.o.c.k starts throbbing in my hand.

I stand up and turn back around with my p.u.s.s.y in his face as he comes in his fancy slacks.

"Oh f.u.c.k," he moans while rubbing his hands over his face. "That was fast."

I look at Hemy and smirk. "That was fast."

Hemy runs his hand over his c.o.c.k, but looks p.i.s.sed. I can tell he wants to get off too. Hemy's not as easy as this guy was. He needs more. "Now, it's time for round two."

"Are you sure you can handle round two?"

A rumble comes from Hemy's chest. "If I can handle losing you, I can handle anything."

Now my focus is all on wanting Hemy to come for me. As bad as it sounds, I need this. I'm wound so tight right now, and that's all I need to push me over the edge.

I pick up the three hundred dollar bills and hand them to the messy guy that couldn't hold his s.h.i.+t. "Leave," I say. "You should probably go clean up."

My eyes meet Hemy's and they stay there as the man quickly leaves us alone.

"Lock the door," I demand. Hemy follows him and locks the door with a smirk before he walks over to stand in front of me. "No touching," I state. "Just yourself."

Hemy grabs me by the hips and sets me on top of the table before walking away and taking a seat on the other side of the couch. The clean side.

His eyes watch me with heated desire as I open the rest of my bustier and pull it open. My hands reach up to rub my pierced nipples, causing Hemy to growl and adjust his c.o.c.k.

"Mmm . . . you like that?" I run my hands in between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s until they reach the top of my panties. "I want you to come for me, Hemy. I miss seeing you lose it over me."

He watches me as I drop down on my knees and spread my legs apart. I slowly slide my hand down the front of my panties and run my finger up and down my wetness before sliding a finger inside. "Mmm . . . I'm so wet for you." I push in and out. "Can you hear it, Hemy? Remember how much you loved the sound of me being wet for you?"

"f.u.c.k yes." He undoes his jeans before pulling down the zipper. "f.u.c.k 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 a.s.s 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, p.u.s.s.y to him.

"That's it, Onyx." He pulls his c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k and I instantly notice the bead of pre-c.u.m 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 o.r.g.a.s.m 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 o.r.g.a.s.m 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 f.u.c.k 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 d.a.m.n well that he has me hanging on again. The question is . . . how tightly?

Well that went well . . .

Chapter Six.

Hemy 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 f.u.c.king 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 s.h.i.+t to do with me. It has my chest aching at just the thought.

"A f.u.c.king 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 s.h.i.+t, 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 d.a.m.n bad that the thought of her made it hard to breathe. It still does, man. It's been four d.a.m.n 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."

Cale nods his head in understanding and grips my shoulder. "Make sure she sees that. It may hurt a s.h.i.+t ton getting there, but it will be worth it in the end. All she has to do is see that." He watches me as I toss my cigarette down and rub my hand down my short beard. "It's all good, man. You need to relax a bit. Give it some time. You remember that stupid s.h.i.+t saying we used to hear as adolescents? The one that goes, if you love something set it free and if it comes back it was meant to be?"

I look up; my interest slightly peeked. "Well, she's back isn't she? Time, man. Just give it time."

"Yeah. Sure," I mutter. "Time . . . because four years isn't enough d.a.m.n time." I walk past Cale and into my garage, shoving my head back under the hood of his truck.

It's been five days since I have seen Onyx and I'm starting to go insane. My patience is wearing thin and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait before I show back up at Vixens and take her my d.a.m.n self. I'm doing my best not to push her away again. It's a lot harder than I expected, so I'm spending my time trying to occupy myself anyway I can.

I'm lost in my own little messed up world, doing my best to concentrate on Cale's truck, when I hear a set of heels pounding up the driveway.

"Holy s.h.i.+t," Cale mumbles. "If you are Onyx then I can see why my guy is so screwed up in the head right now."

I toss down my wrench and grip the edge of the hood, trying my best to keep my cool. The thought of Onyx possibly being here gets my heart pounding. I try my hardest not to get my hopes up, but knowing that she has no clue where I even live is making it slightly difficult. It could be one of numerous girls that I have brought here in the past, but what if it's her? That means she premeditated coming here and had to find out from someone else how to get here.

"So, you've heard of me?" Onyx's voice comes out cool and calm, causing my grip on the hood to tighten. "Hemy."

I release the hood and turn around to face her, leaning my back against the truck. I look her over in her short black shorts and white tank top. I can't help but to admire her stunning beauty. She always did take my breath away, even before the dark side took her, but I can't deny it looks d.a.m.n s.e.xy on her.

Her legs are long, slender and well sculpted, making those shorts look as if they were made just for her. Perfection. They're hard not to stare at, and her hair that was once a strawberry blonde is now a platinum blonde, her curls falling just below her tight little a.s.s. The sight of her is enough to take any man's breath away.

"I'm guessing you paid Mitch a visit?" She nods her head. "Yeah. Figures he wouldn't tell me."

I tilt my head to Cale before reaching in my pocket for my keys. I toss them to him and he quickly catches them. "What's this for, man?"

"Take my truck. Come back after work and I'll have yours ready." I give him an impatient look as he just stands there staring. "Any day now."

Cale looks at Onyx while backing away with a smirk. "Take it easy on the guy." He winks before turning away and jogging to my truck.

Onyx walks over and stops right in front of me. Her eyes search mine for a moment before she pulls them away. "I need to ask you something and I need you to be-"

"Yeah," I answer, already knowing what her question is going to be. It's the one thing she wanted the whole time we had been together. "I'm clean. For three years now."

She looks back up and her eyes soften for a brief moment before she puts her guard back up. "How do I know you're telling the truth? That kind of life isn't easy to give up."

I take a step closer and lean down close to her face. Our lips are so close to touching that it takes all my strength to not kiss her. "I may have been a piece of s.h.i.+t, but did I ever lie to you?"

Hurt flashes in her eyes before she quickly shakes it off. "I don't know," she whispers. "Do you even know?"

A pain aches in my chest, knowing what she means. I was so d.a.m.n messed up most of the time that I don't even remember a lot of s.h.i.+t that happened. "I would like to believe that I know." I wrap my hands in the back of her hair liked I used to in the past. Her eyes close as I start to ma.s.sage my fingers through it. "I've missed this."

I press my body against hers, causing her to let out a small moan. "I can't think when you touch me like this, Hemy. You should stop. Now," she says breathless.

"I can't think when I look at you. I never could." I turn us around and back her into the garage and against Cale's truck. I can tell how much my body against hers is breaking her willpower, and I can't help but to use it to my advantage. I press my leg between her thighs and grind into her. "You feel good in my arms, baby. You see how good this feels?"

"Hemy. I didn't come here for this."

"Answer me," I breathe. "We've always been honest with each other. Don't change that now."

She lets out a small breath and tangles her fingers in the back of my hair. "Yes," she moans. Physically it feels great. Emotionally, it terrifies me. I'm not letting you in, Hemy. I've learned my lesson."

I run my hands down her back before cupping her a.s.s in my hands and running my lips up her neck. "Oh, but I want in. Deep." I suck her earlobe into my mouth before whispering, "You remember what it feels like to have me inside you? The way you moaned out my name and pulled my hair. That mix between pain and intense pleasure. It can be even better now."

Her head tilts back as she falls into my touch. I can hear her breathing pick up as I squeeze her a.s.s tighter. "Don't make me think about s.e.x. It brings back bad memories." She grips onto the hood with one hand as I kiss her neck. "Questions. The fear of you being with other women. All those hands groping you. How am I supposed to get over that? Maybe I want a little fun of my own."

My body stiffens from her words. As much as I hate it, she's right; because of my f.u.c.k up she had to live in fear of me being touched by other women. The thought makes me sick now. I need to somehow make it up to her. "What do you need? I'll f.u.c.king do anything for you."

"Do you realize how many women I had to see touch you while you were pa.s.sed out? Every time I close my eyes I picture someone's hand down your pants. Their hands on my man. That image does a lot of damage. You'll never get that until you have to deal with it yourself. I just can't. I can't be with you like that again, Hemy. Ever."

Her grip tightens on my hair as I wrap mine in the back of hers and lean my forehead against hers. "I can arrange that," I grumble. "I'd have to fight my hardest not to kill someone, but I get where you're coming from. I would do it. I would watch it even though the thought kills me."

She looks at me in shock and laughs in disbelief. "Are you joking?" I shake my head and her face becomes serious. "And what if I want a threesome? Would you do it? With another man?"

I brush her hair over her shoulder and kiss her neck, then her chin. "If it involves me touching you or tasting you . . . then yes. I will do anything you tell me to. Even that."

She pushes away from me and turns around. "s.h.i.+t, Hemy. I was joking." She grips the top of her hair and tilts her head back. "Why did you have to say that? You're supposed to make it easy to not want you in that way. I'm not supposed to want to touch you, but I do. No man turns me on like you can and it drives me mad."