Walk Of Shame: Hemy Part 6

Nico stands up with his c.o.c.k in his hand before walking over and taking a seat in the chair in front of the couch. This is exactly what we were both hoping for. Nico likes to watch as I put on a show. Having Onyx as the show is not what I hoped, but if it helps her move on, then I have to do it.

Walking behind Onyx, I push her face into the cushion and hold both of her legs up, gripping her thighs. This makes it easier to pound into her sweet little p.u.s.s.y from behind. f.u.c.k, how I have missed the feeling of being deep inside her.

She may want me to go down on her first, but I'll save that for a different day since that's her favorite thing. I'm going to make this rough and deep to remind her of our wild s.e.x life. That will only make her crave more and keep coming back until I can make love to her and make her mine again.

"No condom with me anymore, baby. I'm claiming this p.u.s.s.y as mine. I want to feel all of you as I pound into you." I grip onto the back of her hair with one hand and pull back. "Is this p.u.s.s.y mine?"

She moans out and her grip on the couch tightens. "Yes. Just f.u.c.k me. Stop with the teasing. You know we've both been waiting a long time for this."

"I know," I say firmly. "Now you're going to remember what it's like to have a real man inside you. f.u.c.k all the boys in between. This is the real thing."

I adjust my c.o.c.k at her entrance and gently slide into her while wrapping my arm around her neck. I bury it deep with one thrust, causing her to moan out and dig her nails into my arm. "Oh s.h.i.t! It's so deep," she moans. "Hemy! I want to feel those piercings as you pound me. f.u.c.k me like you used to. Please!"

f.u.c.k! She feels so good . . . so warm and wet for me. I've never been inside her like this before and I can't help but to dwell on the fact that she didn't resist. She has to have been wanting me for as long as I have wanted her. We're both desperate for each other's touch but that's not going to be enough to stop her from guarding her heart.

"You miss screaming my name, don't you?" She nods her head as I pull her neck back. "You want to scream it for Nico?" I slap her a.s.s and grip her thigh tighter. "This is just a taste of what you've been missing over the years. Hold on tight, baby."

I pull out and pound back into her with force while holding one leg up and gripping her neck with my other hand. "Oh G.o.d," she cries out. "Yes . . ."

"Scream my name and I'll give it to you harder. I'll make both you and Nico come at the same time. As soon as you tell him to go, you're both done for."

I pound into her with deep, fast movements, causing her to scream out my name. Being inside of her has me on a temporary high. This is better than any high I used to get in the past. This is the ultimate high. She's all I need.

I continue to thrust into her, stretching her tight little p.u.s.s.y to accommodate my huge size. She cries and screams with each thrust, causing Nico to stroke his c.o.c.k faster.

Releasing her neck, I reach below us and rub my finger over her swollen c.l.i.t while pulling her hair and pushing as deep as I can go, swaying my hips in and out in a fast rhythm.

Her screams become louder as I bite into her shoulder and moan out with her. I wish I could give her more right now, but this is what I need to do to keep her coming back and wanting more. I'll do whatever it takes. That's a f.u.c.king promise.

Holding her against my body, I swing her around so that her hands are on the floor and I'm holding her legs up as I continue to bury myself deep. I'm f.u.c.king her in a handstand, her fingers digging into the black carpet as she screams out. It feels so good from this angle. There is no doubt in my mind that she's about to come for me.

"Now, Nico," she cries out. "f.u.c.king come! Please!"

Her head tilts to the side to watch as Nico strokes his c.o.c.k a few more times before he's moaning out and shooting his c.u.m into his palm.

Right before he's done, I pound into her one last time causing her body to convulse as she throbs around my d.i.c.k, bringing me to climax along with her. I shoot my c.u.m deep inside her tight little p.u.s.s.y before pulling out, flipping her around and slamming my lips against hers.

Her lips instantly react to mine as she tangles her fingers in my hair while panting and still shaking from her release. I always did love the feel of her panting in my mouth after she came. That hasn't changed. I love it just as much.

Fisting her hair, I place my forehead against hers and rub my hand up her back. "Stay with me tonight. I want you in my bed."

She gets ready to shake her head, but I pull her closer to me and pull her bottom lip into my mouth. She always loved that in the past. "I won't take no for an answer. Just for tonight. Let me run you a bubble bath and take care of you. You need to see me for who I am now."

She lets out a little breath before relaxing in my arms. She's silent for a few moments, lost in thought, before looking up at me. "Just for tonight, Hemy. After this, I have to be careful. This is it. I have no choice. This is pushing it. I should say no."

I look over at Nico as he stands up to get dressed. "Thanks, man. You can go now."

Nico smiles while wiping his hand off on his shirt and balling it up. "Not a problem, man." He grabs for his shoes. "I hope you two work s.h.i.t out. That was some hot s.h.i.t."

I turn my head away from Nico to look into Onyx's eyes. I want to see her reaction to his words. What I find is not good. She looks terrified. Being close to me scares the s.h.i.t out of her. I need to change this.

And fast . . .

Chapter Eight.

Onyx I can't believe I just let that happen. What was I thinking? Now, I'm really confused. I thought making Hemy watch me with another man would make me feel good. It didn't. It hurt. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I had to stop things before they got too far. The truth is, all I wanted was Hemy.

As much s.h.i.t as Hemy put me through in the past, hurting him only hurts me more. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to ever get over all the pain and suffering he put me through? I can never be with Hemy. All he does is hurt people. That's exactly why I need to see if he has changed before I tell him what I know. I have to be 100% positive first. I won't let him hurt anyone else like he hurt me.

I'm sitting on the couch wrapped up in Hemy's shirt when he walks out from the bathroom and runs his hand through his hair. It reminds me of how good it felt to run my hands through it and I can't help the b.u.t.terflies in my stomach that are fluttering freely. "Hey," he says in a low, flat tone.

"Hey," I say back in the same voice level, not really sure what to do next. This feels so strange. Being with him again brings me back to the past, making me feel as if we were never apart.

"Come here." He reaches above him and grips the molding above him on the door. I can't help but to notice all of his muscles flex as his grip tightens. It's so d.a.m.n s.e.xy. "Take my shirt off. I need to see all of you. Never cover up around me."

He always did hate it when I wore clothes after s.e.x. He said he couldn't sleep afterwards unless he had my naked body pressed against his. I learned very quickly to stop getting dressed after s.e.x, because it was pointless. If I did he would just remove them himself. Sometimes when he was out at night, I would even lie in bed naked hoping it would help me sleep better. It never did.

Standing up, I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over my head. I stand here in place, watching his eyes scan over my body, before walking over to stand in front of him. I want him now that I've had another taste and I hate myself for feeling this way. I'm only going to get hurt. I was devastated for far too long, and I'm finally in control of my emotions, or I was.

Biting his bottom lip, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands. His eyes meet mine, causing my heart to speed up. They look clear again. A spark of hope shoots through my body, making me want to believe it's not a coincidence that he's been clean the last few times I have seen him. I want to believe he is telling me the truth.

He must notice me focusing on his eyes, because his lips turn up into a slight smile before he tilts my chin up and looks directly into my eyes. "I wasn't lying when I said I was clean. I will never lie to you. That's a promise I made ten years ago and I'll never break it."

"Hemy . . . I-"

"I know," he breathes, cutting me off before I can finish. "It's not that simple. If you just give me the chance I will show you." He swallows hard while tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. "I will never hurt you again. That is a f.u.c.king promise, baby. The day you walked away changed my perspective dramatically."

Before I can respond, Hemy scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the huge bathtub filled with bubbles and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I instantly rest my head back on his shoulder and sigh in contentment. He's never done this with me before. I'm going to soak this feeling up while I can, before I have to put my guard back up.

I should be keeping my distance, but maybe letting him in for one night won't be so bad. I mean, how much can really happen? It's just one night.

I close my eyes as I feel Hemy wrap his arms around me, underneath my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His touch is so gentle, yet possessive; as if he's telling me I am his and his alone. The thought causes my heart to pound in my chest. The thought of being his gives me a feeling of warmth and safety, even though being with him in the past was anything but that.

"I'll take care of you if you let me," he breathes into my ear. "I may have only been rough in the past, but I promise you I can be gentle with you too. Things are different . . . I'm different. If you give me another chance to love you, I promise I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I don't need other women, Onyx. None of them are you. None of them took care of me when I was a broken boy, scared, and alone in the world. None of them took me in and held me at night after my parents left me and I lost Sage. That was the most devastating time in my life. Only you were there. Not even my foster parents cared for me. They let me do as I pleased and never gave a s.h.i.t, but you did."

He takes a deep breath and squeezes me tighter, resting his chin on my shoulder. His hair brushes over my neck, causing me to shiver in his strong arms. I want to give into him, but I can't. d.a.m.n, this feels so good; too good. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you like you were for me. I just . . . I had to numb myself from the world. I had a constant storm of f.u.c.ked up memories in my head that consumed me. I can't change the past, but I can promise you better for the future."

I can't help the tear that runs down my face. I still remember Hemy as the broken boy I met ten years ago. He was roaming down the alley behind my house with a group of older boys all troublemakers. He stopped when he saw me and I couldn't help but to smile at him. He was the cutest boy I had ever seen and when he smiled back, a warm feeling enveloped me. After that day, I sat behind my house for at least a week waiting for him to walk by again. When he did, he walked over to me and I instantly wrapped him in a hug, surprising him. There was something about him that made me feel like he needed some tender care. I was right. He needed that and much more. After that, we were inseparable.

I let the tear roll down my cheek, being sure that it drips away from Hemy. I don't want him to know he's sparking some deep emotions inside of me. I have to be strong.

"Hemy," I whisper.

"Yeah." He pulls my hair back and holds it in a ponytail.

"I don't want to talk about us. Can we just enjoy this bubble bath without me having to hurt you? Please, I don't want to hurt you."

Letting out a small breath, he shifts so he can reach beside him and light the few candles that surround the tub. When his arms release me, a part of me feels dead inside. The feeling scares the s.h.i.t out of me. I haven't even spent much time with him and I'm already dreading not being in his arms.

After lighting the candles, he grips my hips and turns me around so that I'm straddling his lap. I grip his shoulders and push away from him as he tangles his hands in my hair. "Hemy," I warn. "I need to be careful."

"There is no being careful when it comes to me," he says confidently. "I'm yours. I always have been. Nothing will ever change that."

His hands tighten in my hair and he grinds below me, digging his semi hard erection between my legs. The feel of the steel bars, poking me, make me want to jump on his c.o.c.k and go for a ride a Hemy ride.

I wrap my legs around his waist and close my eyes as he brushes his lips over my neck and shoulder. Being with him this way feels better than anything I have felt in years. I need a distraction, something to steer my thoughts in another direction.

"Do you still wonder about your sister," I ask, stopping his kisses. "Are you still looking for her?"

I feel his body tense below me before his arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. "Every f.u.c.king day. It seems no one in Wisconsin is named Sage. Wisconsin was the last place I saw her before I was adopted and my foster parents moved me here to Chicago. I still check in, hoping that maybe she will pop up. No f.u.c.king luck. I have even checked anywhere within a few hours of Wisconsin and nothing. My parents were pieces of s.h.i.ts and did this on purpose. They left us in different places, Onyx. They dropped me off an hour away from home and then took off with Sage. I know they dropped her off too. Then they ran. No one has seen them since. They were miserable and wanted to be sure we would be too."

I take in a gulp of air at the reminder of how Hemy was left alone at such a young age. He lost his whole family; they never even cared to begin with. Sage was the only one he truly had and he couldn't even protect her from his parents' harm.

"Do you think you would know Sage if you saw her? I mean how would you know it was her? It's been ten years and she was so young."

His eyes go hard as his jaw ticks. He has so many bad memories that I hate even asking this.

"I may not recognize her right away, but I would know if I saw the back of her neck."

I reach behind his head and wrap my fingers in his hair for comfort. "From when your father burnt her with that pan?"

"f.u.c.k!"

I jump away from his loud outburst, but he grabs me and pulls me back to him.

"I'm sorry." He grinds his jaw and closes his eyes. "Yes. That happened like two years before I lost her. We were all in the kitchen, waiting for my mother to finish the last bit of dinner. Sage was crying. She was hungry, because we hadn't eaten in over two days. I tried to comfort her, but she just kept crying and saying Ty, I'm hungry over and over again. Back then I didn't go by Hemy. My father hated my mother for naming me that. He made me go by my middle name." He stops and shakes his head. "Anyways. My father got tired of her crying so he picked her up by her arm and dragged her across the kitchen and over to the stove. He grabbed for the pan my mom was cooking on and held it against the back of her neck, smiling as she screamed out in pain.

"When I ran over to help her, my dad took the pan and swung it at my face, hitting me, and causing me to fall back and hit my head on the corner of the counter. I blacked out, and all I remember is waking up to Sage crying and sitting next to me on the kitchen floor while my parents were at the table eating without us. The pan left an odd shaped scar on the back of her neck. I'll always remember that mark."

I turn my head away and swipe at the tears as they begin to fall down my face. The thought of Hemy hurting kills me. All of a sudden, all I want to do is go to bed and get the night over with. I can't think anymore. I want to hold him while I sleep one last time. Just this one night.

Hemy notices me crying and instantly reaches out to dry my tears. "Don't cry for my past. It only made me stronger. I may not have been strong four years ago but I promise you now, that I will be the strongest man you know. Taking care of you is what will make me strong; protecting what I love the most in life."

My heart takes on an odd rhythm as I watch his face. All I see is truth in his words. He's never told anyone that he loves them, except Sage and although he didn't exactly come out and say it, it's the closest thing to it for him. It makes me want to hold onto him and never let him go.

I clear my throat and pull his hands away from my face. "It's getting really late and I'm tired. Can we just go to bed now?"

He looks my face over before smiling and rubbing under my eyes one last time. "Yeah. Let me put you to bed. It's late as s.h.i.t."

He stands up and gets out of the tub. Reaching for a towel, he turns around and reaches for my hand to help me out of the water, before draping the towel over my shoulders. I stand here and watch as he blows the candles out and drains the water out of the tub.

"Next time we're in that tub, I'll be making love to you."

He grabs my hand and pulls me through the house, his body dripping wet as he guides us to his bedroom. Without turning on the light, he gets into his bed and tugs on the towel, pulling me down next to him.

"Lose this," he whispers while unwrapping me from the towel. "You know I can't sleep unless I'm wrapped up in your naked body."

I sit on my knees, naked, as Hemy takes me all in. Then, he pulls me down so that I'm lying down next to him. He leans over and presses his lips against mine, soft at first, before going rough and deep, causing us both to moan into each other's mouths. He kisses me for a few seconds longer, before moving down in between my legs, spreading them apart and kissing his name that is tattooed on the inside of my thigh.

My heart melts at the familiar feel, making it harder to fight my emotions.

"Goodnight, baby," he whispers, while lying back down and pulling me close to him.

I close my eyes and cuddle in next to him, feeling his naked body flush against mine. Man, it feels so, so good; too good.

"Goodnight," I whisper as his grip on me tightens.

Guarding my heart is going to be a lot harder than expected . . .

Chapter Nine.

Hemy I wake up to an empty bed; the sheets smell of Jasmine and Vanilla. I always did love the scent of her hair. It always relaxed me, making me feel . . . alive. I've missed that scent almost as much as I have missed her.

Getting her to stay last night was a long shot; having her here in the morning was the impossible. I knew that from the beginning, but I learned to live with the idea and flowed with it. I just hope our night was enough to have an effect on her. If not, then I have a s.h.i.t ton of work ahead of me.

Grumbling, I sit up and bury my hands in my hair. Having her next to me felt a lot better than I remembered. How can I ever live without that feeling now? She has ruined me. With her; I feel at peace. I feel like a real person. There is no way I'm giving up this fight, as much as I know she wants me to. A real man never gives up on his woman; he would die for her . . . and I would.

Sitting here; I feel empty. I don't have to work tonight so I need to find a way to keep my mind busy before I drive myself insane with thoughts of her.

"s.h.i.t! I need to do something."

I stand up, still naked and smelling of her. It instantly arouses me and I need a release. I make my way to the bathroom and run a cold shower; my thoughts stray back to her and the smooth curves of her body.

The ice cold water should be helping with my hard on, but it's not. It's so f.u.c.king hard, it's beginning to hurt. The only way to get rid of it, is to release the pressure. Placing one hand against the shower wall, I grip my c.o.c.k, close my eyes and stroke it to the images of Onyx in my head.

Picking up speed; it doesn't take long before I'm busting my load into the water, it washing down the drain.

I stand under the frigid water for a few more minutes before quickly washing up, turning off the water and reaching for a towel. The doorbell rings, just as I finish wrapping the towel around my waist.

A spark of hope surges through me at the idea that it could be Onyx. Although the rational part of me already knows that it isn't. She said so herself that she needed to keep safe. The more she's with me; she's in danger of falling for me again and getting hurt. At least in her eyes; she thinks I'll hurt her. I don't blame her for being afraid.

Securing the towel, I make my way to the living room, crack open the shade and look out. I almost feel like punching something when I realize that it's only Stone outside. What the f.u.c.k could he want?

I yank the door open and give him a hard look. I can't really be mad at him, but I can't help but to be disappointed that I was right about it not being Onyx.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?" I growl while pushing my wet hair away from my face.