Fourteen
Sager
The moment I met her fiancé, I wanted to put my fist through his face. He’s a huge dick, and the way he talks about her is more as a prize than his future wife. He never once said a good thing about her and trust me, I tried to get him to.
I wanted to know what I was up against and for the life of me; I don’t see what she sees in him. He’s arrogant as fuck and thinks that all of us should be kissing his shoes.
He doesn’t know who I am or who my father is and that’s fine. I could care less. It’s not like my reputation is stellar anyway, but he seemed impressed with Jenner and the connections he could get from his father.
Now, we are boarding a plane to Las Vegas, and the only thing I want to do is head back home so I can get Cameo naked and sweaty in my bed for the next year.
When I told her that I was going on a guy’s weekend, she pouted. She begged me not to go because he was leaving too and that meant she was all alone for an entire week.
It was tempting as hell, but my best friends have been talking about this week for far too long to bail out now.
“Sager, I heard your piece of ass is getting married.” I ignore G, and he just grins. “So does that mean you’ll still be fucking someone else’s wife long into their marriage or you gonna finally pull your head out of your ass and force her to choose?”
“Can we not talk about her?” I sigh.
“Such a girl.” Jenner laughs. “I know you snuck away to fuck her at that mixer I took you to. I think her fiancé even saw it.”
I narrow my eyes at Jenner, and he shrugs. “He came out of the bathroom talking with some other guy about the couple fucking in the toilets. Then again maybe he didn’t know you were sticking it to his bride to be in the can.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter as we move to our seats.
The flight seems like it takes far longer than normal and I’m getting stir crazy. When I finally break down and pay for internet access, I send Cameo a message.
Me: If you were on this flight with me, we’d already be in the mile high club.
She doesn’t respond right away, and I wonder if he’s still there. If it’s him that she has inside of her as he whispers in her ear before they come.
The jealousy burns in the pit of my stomach and then she responds.
Cameo: Isn’t that illegal? I mean handcuffs are a little kinky aren’t they?
I can’t help but laugh. She never says anything remotely dirty and knowing that she knows kinky things makes me want to spank that sweet tight ass of hers.
Me: I can show you some dirty things, babe.
I can imagine the blush that creeps up her neck as she reads my message and fuck I want to be back home already.
Cameo: I’m a good girl. I don’t do those types of things.
Me: I’ll turn you into a bad girl. You’ll be begging me for my dick before I’m through with you.
Jenner is reading my messages over my shoulder and Ryker is trying, but he can’t see my screen from where he is.
“You are so fucking screwed.” Jenner laughs.
“You act like I don’t know that already. I fucking crave that girl like nothing I’ve ever had before.”
G slaps my thigh from across the aisle and grins.
“Welcome to the fucking club.”
“Just think, we’ll be in Vegas in an hour and there will be pussy everywhere. Find yourself a new piece for the vacation.” I look at Ryker, and he smirks.
“You’re a dick.”
“And you’re pussy whipped over a girl who won’t be yours.” I flip him the bird just as the stewardess comes over to us with the drink cart.
“Can we get shots of Jack?” G asks the woman who is batting her eyelashes at me.
“Sure thing, Hun. All four of you, one each?” She reaches forward to hand Ryker his snack shit and her tits brush against me.
She does it again when she gives Jenner his shit and when it’s my turn she lets her fingers trail over my arm. Just as Jenner goes to say something, my phone beeps with a new message and my thoughts go back to the blonde that keeps me up at night.
Cameo: I miss you.
Knowing that she’s back at home missing me tells me everything I need to know. Shit for us might not be perfect, and we may fight more than normal people, but I will do anything for her. I might say that I’ll fuck other women since she’s still fucking her fiancé, but I can’t.
She’s the only thing I want.
Me: Miss you too. Send me a nude.
Cameo: You always ruin everything with your dirty pervert requests.
Me: You like it. It makes you horny.
Cameo: But you aren’t here to take care of it.
Me: Masturbate. Send me the video of you doing it.
The stewardess gets kind of snappy at me when I practically ignore her advances, and she pushes the bottles of Jack into my hand.
“See, you are fucking whipped. That chick would have gladly taken you in the back to join the mile high club, but you are too wrapped up in Cam.”
I shrug my shoulders, and they both just laugh at my expense. “Cheers fuckers,” I state, twisting the mini cap off the bottle and holding it up in front of me.
“Cheers,” they say in unison. I down the bottle quickly and put the cap back on, letting the alcohol burn my throat as it goes down.
I send Cameo a picture of the bottles of Jack that are all lined up on the tray in front of me, and her response makes me laugh.
Cameo: Oh lord. Are you going to be karaoke singing?
Me: No, smartass. I’m going to be drunk texting you and you may even get a video or two of my dick.
Cameo: I feel so special. Do you do that for all the girls or just me?
Me: Just you, babe, just you.
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When we finally get to the hotel, all I want to do is shower and head to a bar. Hell, I’d be down with just drinking in our room, but the guys want to go out. They bitched that we didn’t come all the way out to Vegas to sit in a room with each other while on our phones with our girls.
Jenner said that it’s guy’s night and if he caught us on our phones, he was sending them pictures of his junk.
Getting into the shower, I think about Cameo and what she could possibly be doing right now. Maybe I can sweet talk her enough to get her to send me a video of her or something by the end of the night so I have something to think about while I jack off.
When I get out, I send her a message telling her I want a video by the time I get back to the room. After getting ready, I see her reply, and I can’t help but laugh. All I get is a little emoji that is sticking its tongue out at me.
Once everyone else is ready, we head out to some club that Jenner got us passes for and it’s like a pussy party. The moment we walk into the place, there are women everywhere.
“Fuck man,” G says looking around the place. “If I was a single man, I’d be all over these women. It’s like I died and went to pussy heaven.”
Ryker nods his head as he scans the room and when a few women in barely-there dresses come toward us, he bites his fist and groans. “Fuck me.”
“I’d love to,” one of the women says as she runs her hand down his chest, right to his dick.
“If I were single I wouldn’t think twice,” he says, looking at the girl with regret. Even after the shit that happened with West and her family, he’s still stuck on her.
“What about you?” She moves her attention to me, and I shake my head no. She comes closer to me and her hand cups my dick through my jeans and fuck if I don’t think twice about it.
“Got my girl back at home.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I think it might be a record for me to piss this many women off in one day. “Your loss then,” she states, turning and walking away from us.
“You all fucking suck. I could have had the other one if you would have just let that one fuck you.”
Walking over to the bar, I wave down the bartender and order a drink. When she comes back with it, she slips me her number too, and I pass it along to Jenner. He needs it more than me.
He looks at me with a questioning look and I motion to the bartender, and he grins.
We spend most of the night drinking and talking shit to each other about everything under the sun. They continue to give me shit about Cameo, and then we give shit to Ryker about West and her fucking insane family of bikers that want to kill him.
“What ever happened with that shit?” I ask, taking a swig of the Jack and Coke that the bartender brought me a few minutes ago.
“Her brother and I got into it again after that, and I told him to go fuck himself. That I wasn’t giving her up that easy. We had it out in the middle of their clubhouse, and since then, it hasn’t been as bad. I can pick her up there now without a gun pointed at my head.” He laughs and takes a swig of his beer.
“She really worth all that fucking shit?” Jenner asks.
“Fuck yeah. I love that girl more than life itself. Her family is just trying to protect her. I get it.” I take another drink and set the glass on the table in front of me.
“What about you G? How is shit with Mandy and her crazy ass?” He takes a swig of his drink and sighs.
“She wants a family and all that shit, but I’m not ready. I want to still have fun and shit without the worry of kids and a house and whatnot.”
“So what are you going to do?” Jenner asks. We all think of Mandy like a little sister, and when she and G started dating, we warned him to not break her heart.
“I don’t know. All we’ve been doing lately is fighting, and I’m tired of going home into a damn warzone over that shit. She won’t listen to a thing I say, and when I said that I was coming out here with you guys, she blew the fuck up on me. She swore that I was only coming out here to Vegas with you assholes to cheat on her and all that bullshit.” He takes a long drink from his glass this time, and I don’t feel bad for him at all.
“Is Cameo pissed you’re here?” G asks.
“She asked me to stay since he was going out of town too, but here I am.”
“So you gave up pussy for us. You really love us!” I take a piece of ice from my cup and toss it at Ryker.
“You should feel fucking special. I gave up a week of having her all to myself, getting all the pussy I wanted to hang out with you.”