Whistling under my breath, I stroll into the kitchen with a smirk on my face. “Sup, assholes?” I say, waggling my brows when Chad turns to look at me, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“Oh my fucking god!” Ash shrieks, dropping the dish in her hand the instant she spots me. The glazed plate cracks apart when it hits the floor, sending ceramic shards and eggs and bacon scattering across the white porcelain tiles. “What the hell are you doing?” Her eyes are glued to my dick as I step around the debris and open the refrigerator.
“Getting breakfast,” I say, removing a bowl of chopped fruit and natural yogurt from the shelf.
“Put some goddamned clothes on!” Chad hisses, finally finding his voice.
I work hard to smother my laughter. “Why?” Spinning around to face him, I set the yogurt and fruit on the island unit. “Does the naked body offend you?” I arch a brow, conscious of Ash’s heated gaze laser-focused on me as I stretch up and remove a box of granola from the overhead cupboard. I purposely flex my ass cheeks, and her sharp little inhale is music to my ears. Grinning, I turn around, deliberately swinging my dick from side to side.
Ash’s cheeks are flushed red, and she’s struggling to keep her eyes on my face. My dick swells under her attention, and I know it won’t take long to achieve full mast. I haven’t had sex in months, and I’m starved for pussy.
“Yournaked body offends me,” Chad retorts, getting up and moving around in front of me, blocking the view from his girlfriend.
Placing the box of cereal on the counter, I turn to face him, putting myself all up in his personal space. I like that I’m a little taller than him, and the pathetic ink he added to his chest and one arm over the summer isn’t a patch on the one-of-a-kind artwork covering my body. His eyes flit briefly to my nipple piercings, and I smirk. Yeah, he knows he’s fucked. He knows there is no way his girl will be able to resist me forever. I make a silent no-clothes-in-the-house vow. Teasing Ash with my naked body will deliver my goals that much sooner.
“Intimidated much?” I taunt, grabbing my cock and slowly rubbing the side of my shaft. “Jealous?” My grin threatens to split my face in two as he backs up, valiantly trying to shield Ash from my nakedness. Ignoring the wimp, I turn my attention to my newest obsession. “What about you, slutty little sis?” I fix her with a heated stare full of wicked intent. “Does my nakedness offend you?”
“You’re being an ass.” She lifts her chin, piercing me with beautiful big brown eyes. “If this is an attempt to mess with us, it won’t work.” She shrugs, like she’s not creaming her panties at the sight of my ripped, tatted-up body and pierced dick.
I crank out a laugh. “Tell that to your boyfriend. He’s so insecure he has to shield you from my dick.” I smirk at the asshole. “He knows he won’t ever measure up to me.”
“You’re full of shit.” Chad puffs out his chest before pulling Ash in under his arm. “I keep my woman very satisfied. I’m not threatened by you.”
“You should be,” I say, grinning manically. “Your girlfriend hasn’t taken her eyes off my cock since I stepped foot in the kitchen. Isn’t that right, dollface?” I turn to Ash, catching her lowered gaze before she conceals it. Her heated glare feels like a win, and I chuckle as I slowly undress her with my eyes while pumping my rock-hard dick. “It’s okay, babe,helikes you too. Look how hard you made him. In record time as well.” I waggle my dick in her direction, enjoying the look of frustrated anger mixed with reluctant arousal on her face.
She can deny it until she’s blue in the face, but I know she wants me. Chicks always do when they get a look at what I’m packing in my pants and hiding underneath my clothes.
“Fuck off, you degenerate.” Chad shoves me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Touch me again, and I’ll flatten you,” I warn.
“Hit on my girl again, and I’ll kill you.”
Brave words for such a pussy. “Not my fault my dick likes her attentive gaze. Seems to me your woman has an issue with commitment,” I add, twisting the knife. “Or maybe it’s justyourdick that can’t satisfy her.” I purposely twist my hand, arching my cock to give her a proper look. The bright overhead lights glimmer off the side of one piercing, glinting and bouncing against the cupboards.
A smug grin spreads over my mouth as Ash’s eyes pop wide. Shoving my breakfast to one side, I jump up on the counter and stand with my legs slightly spread, gripping my dick at the base and holding it up for her inspection. “You can see better from this angle, dollface.” I lick my lips as I let her drink her fill of all the metal on the underside of my shaft. “Don’t be shy. Get up close and personal.” I thrust my hips as I slowly stroke my hard-on. “You know you want to.”
She audibly gulps as Chad looks like he’s two seconds from grabbing a knife and stabbing me with it. “The last piercing only just healed. Haven’t had a chance to test-drive the experience with the full ladder. Just say the word, and I’ll bend you over this counter and drive this beast into your wet cunt. I guarantee you haven’t ever been properly fucked until I’ve fucked you.”
I cast my eyes briefly in Chad’s direction before refocusing on Ash. It’s time to move the stakes up and take this to the next level. “Whenever you’re ready to trade up, dollface, just say the word. I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you every which way to Sunday from the second I met you. I fuck my hand every night and every morning to visions of you.” It’s no lie.
Ash’s face pales, and she reacts a split second too late, not reaching Chad in time before he lunges at me. “You crazy motherfucker!” he roars, making a grab for my leg just before I pivot off the counter, jumping onto the floor in one skillful move. “She’s not yours, you delusional prick. She’smine, and if you don’t quit with this shit, I’ll fucking kill you right now!” he adds, racing around the counter toward me.
“I thought you liked sharing your woman,” I reply, ducking down as his fist comes at me. “I hear there’s a vacancy. I want to apply,” I add, swinging around and landing a solid punch in his gut.
“Knock it off!” Ash shouts. “You’re acting like idiots.”
We both ignore her. Chad stumbles back but recovers fast, thrusting his arm out, and I don’t move fast enough this time. His fist glances along the side of my jaw, and it’s fucking on. “The way I see it, you owe me. Your dad screwed with my mom. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
My words throw gasoline on the flames, and we really get into it then, throwing fists and spewing angry words as Ash screams at us to stop.
Chad and I enter into the spirit of it, channeling weeks of pent-up aggression into every punch and jab. It’s been too long since our last fistfight, and this was inevitable.
Chad is so predictable. Too volatile, and so easy to wind up, but I respect him for giving it his all. Dude is a melting pot of violent repressed rage, and I like coaxing it to the surface. If he knew it was playing directly into my hands, he might act smarter, but he won’t figure it out until it’s too late.
Blotting my surroundings out, I focus solely on him as we beat the shit out of one another.
“What in the actual fuck?” someone says, and I peek over Chad’s shoulder, spotting Jase Stewart charging toward us. Behind him, his fiancée clings to the doorway, her eyes bugging out of her head as she surveys the scene in front of her.
