by J. L. Beck
She moans in response, wiggling her ass like a red flag, and I’m the fucking bull.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” she begs breathlessly, beckoning me to come to her.
I get on the bed and position myself behind her. All I want to do is slam my cock into her tight cunt and lose myself, but I want to do something else first. Placing my hands on each of her ass cheeks, I spread them apart, opening her up to me. Leaning down, I dive in between those folds, licking her once from her clit all the way up to her perfect little asshole.
Using my tongue, I massage her there a few moments before I press into the puckered hole. She pushes her ass back, right into my face as she mewls into the mattress. I know she likes this. Loves this actually. Ass play is her new favorite thing. My dirty girl.
I tongue fuck her asshole for a few minutes until my saliva drips down her cunt, mingling with her arousal, and I can’t take it any longer. My dick is so hard it hurts, and if I don’t get relief soon, my balls are going to explode.
Straightening up, I align my dick with her pussy and slam inside in one swoop. She cries out in pleasure, screaming my name into the pillow. Fuck, she is so tight in this position, I’m not going to last long. Judging by her moans, she won’t need much longer either.
Taking my thumb, I circle her still wet asshole and slip it inside gently. She pushes back, making me sink in deeper, all while I fuck her pussy.
When I feel her thighs quivering and her walls tightening around my cock, I know she is fucking close. I remove my thumb from her ass and replace it with two fingers. Going deep, I rub the thin wall connecting her two channels. She moans so loudly, I’m pretty sure the neighbors hear her.
“Yeah, that’s it, come for me, Harper. Be my good little slut.” That last bit of dirty talk drives her over the edge. She goes off like fireworks. Her pussy strangling my cock, and her ass holds onto my finger. That combination sets my own release off.
My balls tighten, and mindless pleasure shoots through my body. Every single muscle tightens before completely relaxing.
Together we sag to the mattress. Both breathing heavily, our bodies sweaty, sticky, and absolutely sated… for this moment, at least.
“I like having sex in our new bed,” Harper whispers after a few moments of silence. She sounds sleepy, so I pull the blanket over her.
“You like having sex everywhere,” I chuckle, tucking her in.
“That’s true. I don’t care where I have sex as long as it’s with you.”
“Good, ’cause there is not going to be anyone else for you, ever. You and me. Like it was always supposed to be.”
The End
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Hurting You
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Chapter One
Stella
Pushing the trash down one last time I pull up the sides of the bag and make a knot with the plastic flaps. I can’t believe I almost forgot his one. Paul would have had a mental breakdown in the morning if I had left this trash in here.
It takes pretty much all the strength I have to lift the full bag out of the bin, so instead of carrying the sucker out, I decide to drag the heavy thing behind me. Hopefully it won’t leave scratches on the university’s pristine cafeteria floors. I need this job too badly to get in trouble for something stupid.
Its eerie here without all the students. The huge space is so quiet and empty, but yet I prefer it over seeing all the rich kids walking around inside. I try really hard not to be jealous, but it’s not that easy. All day long I have to look at these people who have everything I’ve ever wanted. A family, an education, and a chance at a good life. And the worst part is that they don’t even seem to appreciate what they have.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve overheard someone here complaining about the most ridiculous things. Being upset about a store being out of the newest designer shoes or handbags. Not getting the special edition sports car that they wanted. Having to wait an extra day to get their hands on the newest iPhone… the list goes on. Every complaint more absurd than the next.
Meanwhile, I’m working my ass off just to make ends meet. With my parents gone and my grandma suffering from early onset of dementia, all the responsibility for myself and my grandma falls onto me. With that comes a stack of bills every month and that is the reason I didn't go to college, even though I had the grades and the ambition to go. Instead, I took any job I could get right after I got out of high school, just so I could support Grams and myself.
When I finally make it to the backdoor of the cafeteria, my arms are sore from dragging this heavy ass bag. What the hell do they throw in here? Concrete blocks. I push open the heavy metal door and step out into the crisp evening air.
It’s dark outside and the wind is cold as it whips against my skin, but I enjoy the freshness of it after being stuck inside all day. Reaching the dumpster I try to figure out how to get this overstuffed trash bag lifted into it without breaking my back. Grunting I lift it with all my might, but barely get it off the ground. Damn thing.
A sound from behind me has me jumping out of my skin, and I gasp quietly. It’s probably just a raccoon or something. With my heart jack-hammering in my chest I sneak a peek around the dumpster to check and see, but there’s nothing…
Another sound, this one sounding more like a grunt, which is definitely not a Raccoon causes my curiosity piqued. I should have remembered the saying; curiosity killed the cat…
Leaving the trash sitting on the ground, I tiptoe around the dumpster to peak around the corner of the building. I know I shouldn’t be sneaking around but this is literally the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in weeks.
Except it’s not quite excitement that I feel when I look around the corner. It’s more like dread and fear. The blood in veins turns to ice and the air in my lungs stills at the sight before me. Two guys are lifting a third guy into the trunk of a car.
My head conjure up all kinds of explanations. The guy is drunk… just passed out. It’s probably a prank… no way did I walk in on a murder.
One of the guys shuts the trunk and turns to his friend, asking leisurely, “Where are we going to dump his body?”
A loud gasp leaves my lips before I can stop it from coming out. My hand flies to my mouth to cover it, but it’s too late. Both men turn to me, staring at me as I stand there, probably realizing that I just witnessed what they did.
A beat passes, then another and we just stare at each other. My body is petrified with fear as I take in the two guys before me. They’re both tall looming above me by at least a foot, and muscular like athletes. They’re also well dressed leading me to believe that they’re some rich kids. I’m positive I’ve seen them before, and I am one-hundred-percent sure they go to school here. Even with the dim lighting above I can tell that one of them is blonde with piercing green eyes, the other one is brown haired with dark eyes.
Without realizing it I get lost in those dark brown eyes, their depth sucking me in, letting me momentarily forget where I am and what I’m doing.
“Stay here, I’ll take care of this one,” Brown eyed guy states to his friend, and suddenly I snap out of it. The trance he had on me is gone and just when I thought I couldn't get any more scared, he lunges for me. His long legs taking huge strides towards me. Shit. As if my brain is finally catching up with my body, knowing damn well if I don’t start moving I’ll become just like that guy in the trunk I unfreeze.
Without thought, I turn and bolt. I don’t know where I’m going, all I know is that I need to get away. My feet pound against the pavement, and my lungs burn as I force my legs to push me as hard as they ever have before. I wish the ground would swallow me whole and take me away from the place and this guy who is about to take care of me.
Refusing to look back, I sprint through the dark night, hoping and praying that I’m fast enough to get away. Hoping for my life, and f
or my grandmas life, that I can survive tonight.
Chapter Two
Cameron
Fucking shit! No one was supposed to be here. How did we not hear her coming? Like a mouse she remained hidden watching us for god knows how long. Forcing my legs to go faster I chase after the chick who just witnessed us throwing James’ dead body in Easton’s trunk.
Though her face was hidden in the shadows, I know she is young from the way she runs, the way her long silky blonde hair falls behind her and the way her ass moves with every stride. I’ll bet she has a pretty face too, and soft lips.
Too bad I have to kill her now.
My Dad might be the chief of police, but there is only so much he can do to keep me out of jail. I have to take care of this one myself and that means I can’t leave a witness. I’ll have to take her out.
With each second, I close in on her. She might be fast, but I’m faster and stronger. Before I know it, I’m caught up with her. I can hear here breathing, each gasp entering her lungs. Once I’m directly behind her, I reach out my fingers circling her slim arm, pulling her backwards, and into my chest. Like a banshee she lets out the loudest shriek possible, so loud that for a moment my ears start to ring.
Struggling she tries to pull away, but I just tighten my grip and fling her onto the grassy area beside us. Before she can get up I climb on top of her, straddling her torso. Using my arm I push my elbow to her throat and slap my free hand over her mouth.
I have to give it to her, she is a fighter, like a bucking bronco she struggles beneath me. Her nails rake out and cut across my arms, shoulders, and neck. She’s fighting as if I’m about to kill her. Then again I guess that’s why I chased her down. She’s a tiny little thing, short, with a good amount of meat on her bones.
Her nails sink deep into my forearm and I let out a hiss between my teeth. Before she can do any real damage, I release her throat, and gather up her arms tucking them between our bodies. Lower myself onto her body, I immobilize her completely. For some reason I get a thrill out of it. My cock hardens to steel in my jeans and a rush of euphoric pleasure fills my veins.
With my face mere inches from hers, I brush some blonde strands of hair that are stuck to her clammy forehead away. She smells like fear, but beneath that I catch a hint of vanilla, and something sweet. Like a curtain being pulled back I get my first real good look at her.
Focusing my attention on her face I stare blankly at her. Her eyes are wide, fear and terror pooling within them, while big fat tears fall from the corners. Even scared shitless, she is beautiful, absolutely stunning. I can’t quite make out the color of her eyes in the dim light, which only adds further to her appeal.
She is like a mystery to me. Pandora’s box. There is something about her, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. But whatever it is, it intrigues me. Dreadfully I’m reminded that I won’t be able to explore my interest in her. Turns out we met at the wrong place, and the wrong time and now I need to get rid of her, not figure her out.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick…”
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Upcoming release for our pen name Jenna Reed.
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A Friends to Lovers Romance
Everyone knows the rules of friendship, right?
Rule #1: Don’t kiss your best friend.
Rule #2: Don’t have sex with your best friend.
Rule #3: Don’t pretend like it didn’t happen the next day.
Bailey Renshaw is my best friend.
Kind. Sweet as a peach, and so beautiful it should be a crime.
Since we were kids I’ve wanted her, and one time when we were nothing more than teenagers I kissed her. It was the first mistake I ever made in our friendship. Giving her my heart and hoping she felt the same were my second and third.
That night she broke me, ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. Anyone else would’ve hated her for it, but it only made me value her more, and realize that I would do anything I could to keep her in my life even if it was only as a friend and nothing more.
As a permanent resident of the friend zone, I promised myself that I would never cross that line again no matter how badly I wanted to, and I wanted to, badly.
Every time she smiled at me, licked her pink lips, or flashed her doe eyes my way I came a little closer to breaking the rules again… but I didn’t. I couldn’t do that to us. Until one night when we decided to break the rules together.
One Earth shattering night together and I knew nothing would ever be the same.
Friends, or lovers? I don’t know what we are anymore. The rules no longer apply to us.
Now the only question is, can we fix what we had before it’s too late or is our friendship over for good? And all because of one single kiss?
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