by Hamel, B. B.
“Go ahead,” he whispers. “You can handle it.”
I stifle a moan and take his cock in my mouth. He’s massive, enormous, huge. I can barely fit half of him in my mouth and I’m struggling to do even that much. I suck him fast and deep, taking him into my throat.
He groans. “Nothing sexier than watching you try and fit my cock between your pretty little lips,” he says. “Fuck, girl. You feel so good sucking that cock.”
I suck him faster, dripping wet, head airy with desire. I roll my tongue around his tip and taste him, letting him linger there before I push deeper. I have both my hands around his shaft, working him up and down, and I swear there’s even more cock than before.
I pull back, gasping and stroking him up and down with both my hands. He tilts my chin toward him and kisses me again before pulling me up to my feet.
He pushes me over the bed and bends me over. I gasp and look over my shoulder as he spanks my ass.
“You can handle it,” he whispers in my ear. I feel his huge cock pressing up against my soaked pussy. “You can take every single inch, girl.”
I groan as he slowly sinks himself inside of me. I grip the sheets and push my face into the comforter, unable to stop the moans that escape from my lips. He sinks himself deep, deeper than I thought I could take. He lets out this sexy low throaty growl and palms my ass again, gripping it tight.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers in my ear. “This goddamn ass is perfect, and these hips, this back, fuck.” He spanks me again and slowly pulls back out before grabbing a fistful of my hair.
He starts to fuck me slow at first. I look over my shoulder, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning. I swear I might bleed but I don’t care. He strokes in and out and spanks my ass again. He pulls my hair, makes me gasp, and thrusts hard.
I groan. “Oh, god, Brady,” I say. “Be gentle.”
“Gentle?” He chuckles darkly. “You don’t want gentle, my little Jenna.” He leans over me, pinning me down against the bed. “You want rough. You want hard. You want me to rip into your cunt until you can’t help but scream.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Yes, god, yes. Please.”
He fucks me faster. I bite down onto the comforter again to keep quiet. He moves deeper, rougher, palms grasping my hips.
“Every fucking inch of you is all mine right now,” he growls. “Every fucking inch is like heaven. Tight and fucking wet and god damn, you’re just right.”
He fucks me faster now and pleasure blooms all through my body. I can’t help myself, the moans are starting and I know I have to be quiet but god, it feels so good, it feels so, so good. I push back against him, bucking my ass, and he fucks me harder. His cock rips into me, riding in and out, my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. My whole body is buzzing with need for him.
He tugs my hair and pulls me back against him. He teases my breasts with fingers and hands before reaching down to roll my clit underneath practiced fingers. I moan low and deep as his cock keeps grinding into my pussy while his fingers work my clit.
“That’s what you need,” he says, his lips soft against my ear. “You need this cock deep inside you, fucking you, making you moan.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes me down again and fucks me hard.
I reach out and grab my panties. I put them between my teeth as he rips into me. He fucks me hard and it feels good, so good, I know I can’t be quiet anymore.
He pulls back suddenly and turns me around. He kisses me while I reach down to stroke his cock with both my hands. He pushes me back onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, tonguing my pussy real fast before sliding his cock deep inside me again.
I lean back on my elbows, panties in my mouth.
“Look at you,” he growls as he strokes in and out. “Perfect, perky breasts. Tight fucking pussy. Beautiful lips. You were built to take this cock, weren’t you?”
I moan and grip the sheets before biting down harder on my panties. He rips into me, fucking me hard, my breasts bouncing with every rough stroke. I can barely handle myself and god, it feels so damn good. I reach up above my head and push my hands against the wall as he rips into me harder and harder.
I roll my hips, grinding my clit against him as he fucks me. It feels so good and I can barely breathe. I spit the panties from my mouth, not caring who hears me anymore. His eyes burn with passion as I moan his name.
“Oh, god, Brady,” I pant. “Oh, god, fuck me. Please don’t stop.”
He strokes harder, reaching up to pin my hands to the wall. He kisses me, tongue against my tongue, and he fucks me deep and rough. I know I’m close, so fucking close, and I can’t stand it anymore.
He pulls back and grabs my hips. I push back against the wall and he fills me up to the brim. Pleasure and pain and god, so much more rips through me as he thrusts and thrusts, and I feel it, deep between my legs, god, I can feel it thrumming and rolling around my skin.
I come hard, moans escaping my lips with no thoughts in my brain. I come hard on his big, fat cock, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.
My orgasm feels like it lasts forever and just as I start to finish, he slides himself out. He gives his cock deep, hard strokes and I gasp as he comes all over my breasts.
I moan for him and I love watching his cock spurt thick cum all over my chest. He groans his pleasure.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “God damn, girl.”
I lay back on the bed, breathing hard, sweat dripping down my skin, his cum on my breasts and stomach. He rummages around and finds a towel to wipe me down with. When he’s done, he gets up onto the bed next to me and we lay there, breathing and sweating together, a big stupid grin on my face.
“That was… unexpected,” I say.
He laughs. “I bet it wasn’t.”
“Is that what you came here for?”
“Not exactly.”
“I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong.”
“I bet you’re not.” He smirks at me and I bite my lip before looking away.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be keeping my distance and waiting for all this bad press to blow over. If I get involved with him, I might get sucked into this world.
I still don’t trust him. I don’t know if what he’s telling me is the truth. He denies all that stuff, but…
God, I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m stupid and weak. As soon as he looks at me…
I roll over suddenly and throw on some clothes. “You should go,” I say.
He frowns. “So fast, huh?”
I can’t meet his gaze. “Az might be back soon, so…”
He sighs and stands. I sneak a peek at his muscular body and his enormous cock, still half-hard. “If that’s how you want to play it.”
I look away as he dresses. When he’s done, he hesitates a second near the door.
“I’ll see you later,” he says before opening it and leaving.
I groan and throw myself onto my bed. He’s gone and I feel like such a moron.
I can only imagine what the other girls heard. I wasn’t exactly quiet there at the end, and him just walking out of my room like that isn’t exactly subtle.
I can only imagine what they’re saying, what they’re calling me. But whatever, I don’t care. They don’t understand.
I don’t fully understand, either.
But maybe I will, sooner or later. It’s not like he’s going anywhere anytime soon.
I sigh and grab my stuff to go shower.
8
Brady
I find myself back at the sponsored dorm after taking a long drive later that night. I lean back in front of the fireplace, a glass of brandy in my hand.
This place, this school, it’s so fucking strange. I don’t know how this arrangement was ever created. I don’t know who set up the draft or began letting men buy into this world… or why the rich families all let it happen. But here I am, just another piece in this puzzle, and I’m already fucking things up.
I sip my
brandy and stare. My agent hasn’t gotten back to me but the buzz is still all over Twitter. People are pissed and I can’t really blame them for it. I’m accused of saying some pretty bad shit and treating a perfectly nice actress like shit. Or at least she seemed perfectly nice.
I’m not so sure about that anymore.
The door to the sponsor’s lounge opens and a man steps inside. He’s wearing a dark suit with a blue tie that matches his eyes. His dark hair is slicked back and he glances around with the bored air of a man that’s used to being served.
He walks over to the bar, pours himself a drink, and sits down in an armchair near mine.
“Evening,” he grunts at me. I recognize him right away. His name is Felix von Something-or-other, I think it’s some German name, but I remember him from the draft. He had this strange relationship with another sponsor who’s gone now, left at the end of last year.
I wasn’t around for that whole drama, but I hear it was something else. The dean had to get involved and everything.
“Evening,” I say back.
“Haven’t seen you around much.”
I sip my drink and swirl it in the glass. “Work.”
“Hm.” He smiles knowingly. “The oldest excuse in the world.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have the leisure to skip out on big offers.”
“No, none of us do.” He stretches and gives me this smarmy look. “How are things with your choice? What’s her name again?”
“Jenna,” I say. I frown a little bit. “Which one are you with again?”
“Her name is Nora. She wasn’t my original pick, but she’ll do.”
I wince a little bit. I forgot about how the men here talk about these women, like they’re just interchangeable cogs in a machine instead of actual human beings.
I know all about guys like Felix. They’re prevalent in my industry, especially when it comes to casting naïve young girls that just want to break out into the movies. It’s sad and terrible the way these men prey on their weakness. I’ve heard horror stories, which is why I’ve always tried my best to make sure my sets are comfortable and normal for everyone involved, especially the women.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping our drinks and watching the fire roar. I’m waiting for the soonest moment I can politely extricate myself from this situation. I have no interest in being kind to a man like Felix, but I’m also not stupid enough to outright insult him if I can avoid it.
“So, I’ve been hearing your name on the news lately,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence.
I wince and glance at him. Felix is watching the fire with a little smile on his lips.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been going through something.”
“Something public.” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, we’ve all been there.”
I look away, my stomach turning. Of course, Felix has been here before.
“It’s not true,” I say. “I didn’t have anything to do with that woman.”
He laughs again. “Good man, keep that up. I bet your girl isn’t happy about that.”
“No, really—”
“Truth is, most of these girls don’t care what we do. They’re not in this for love any more than most of us are. I mean, these girls know the situation. They need a man of means to keep their family’s name important and relevant, and they don’t much care what they have to put up with to get it.”
He grins at me and I think I want to be sick.
“That’s not exactly something I’m bringing to the table,” I say.
“True, true, but then again, it always helps to have a famous artist in the family.” He sighs and swirls his drink contemplatively. “I’d keep denying it all, if I were you.”
I slam my glass down on the table next to me and stand. He looks up, surprised.
“I’m not denying it because I’m some kind of lowlife,” I growl at him. “I’m denying it because it never happened.”
He blinks up at me, surprised, and finally manages to force a smile on his lips. “My apologies then,” he says.
“And you shouldn’t talk about the girls here like that. This situation is strange but some of us really are looking for love.”
That makes him chuckle. “I’m sure.”
“I am sure,” I say, clenching my fists.
He looks at me and his smile falls away. “Don’t forget where you are,” he says softly. “This is my world.”
I stare at him and I know he’s right. This is his world. Men like him infest this world like vermin, taking control of girls that don’t deserve it, hurting people and getting away with it. I hate them and everything they stand for but I also know I can’t do anything to change it.
All I can do is try and be a better man.
I turn away and head to the door. “It was nice talking with you,” I say.
“Always a pleasure,” he answers.
I leave the sponsor’s lounge in an even worse mood. I hate that bastard and I hate that I’m letting him get to me. That was supposed to be relaxing, and instead I let some rich shit get in my head.
Problem is, he did give me a little perspective. Felix is from this world, but so is Jenna. Her family may not be as rich as it once was but she was born into all this bullshit. This intrigue and confusion and family-name crap is a part of her identity, as much as she might want to get away from it.
Obviously she doesn’t believe me when I tell her that I didn’t sleep with Charlene. Clearly she thinks I’m lying.
If a man like Felix thinks I’m not telling the truth then it follows that Jenna might think the same thing.
I can see where I’m going wrong so clearly but I don’t know how to fix it. I need to prove that I’m not involved with Charlene in any way, but that’s the basic problem I’m facing on all fronts. If I knew how to do that, I could easily fix my problems and move on.
Still, for some reason, I want Jenna to believe me more than the general public. I guess I can handle some strangers thinking I’m a total asshole, but I can’t handle the girl I’m actually interested in thinking it.
I head back to my room to try and figure out what the hell I’m going to do to get out of this mess.
9
Jenna
It’s a beautiful Gradus University morning as I head down one of the many twisting, snaking paths that winds its way through the tree-filled campus.
I’ve got a smile on my face although I probably shouldn’t. Azrael came back later than normal last night, well after Brady was gone, and gave the room one sniff.
“You fucked in here,” she said with a frown.
“No, I, uh—”
“You fucked in here,” she said again. “Just don’t do it on my bed.”
And then she plopped down in front of her computer to play World of Warcraft.
I was so mortified but now I guess I don’t mind so much. So what if Az knows I had sex? It’s not like she seemed to really care. Of anyone in this place, Azrael seems like the very last person to judge.
Although I am a little worried about what Iris is going to think. Normally I’d walk to class with her this morning but when I stopped at her door and knocked, she answered via text.
Sick. Snotty. Go without me. Pray I don’t die.
Poor girl. I don’t know how she managed to get a summer cold, but if anyone could do it, I guess Iris could.
And so I’m all alone as I stroll along toward class. I’m in a good mood, maybe because there’s a pleasant soreness between my legs from Brady’s cock and I can still feel the sting of his palm on my ass. I feel like I had a workout, like he pushed my body to its limits, and I really, really like it.
My smile falters when a group of four girls comes toward me from the opposite end of the path I’m walking down. I slow and think about turning around, but I can’t do that now that they’ve seen me.
“Oh, hey, girl!” one of them calls out. I wince and turn back.
It’s a girl named Morgan and her three friends. The
one is named Elise, but the other two live in a different dorm so I haven’t met them. One’s tall with gorgeous dark skin and beautiful lips, while the other is short and slim with auburn hair swept over one shoulder.
I know girls like these. I went to private school with girls like these. Rich, privileged, and spiteful as all hell.
“Hey,” I say as they approach.
Morgan gives me a wicked grin. She’s clearly the leader of the group. She lives with Elise in a room a couple doors down from mine.
“I heard you yesterday,” she says as the girls stop a few feet away, blocking my path. “Oh, Brady, oh, god, fuck me with your big donkey dick,” she says, making mock moans and rolling her eyes.
The other girls cackle and I turn bright red with embarrassment. I hate showing weakness in front of them but this is basically my worst nightmare.
“Seriously Jenna, you were moaning like a whore,” Elise mocks. “Everyone heard you. Did you really let your sponsor fuck you in the dorms?”
“That’s gross,” the redhead says, making a face.
“Seriously. I bet you let that freak roommate watch, too,” Morgan says wickedly.
“Okay, you can all fuck off,” I finally manage to say.
“Don’t be a bitch, Jenna,” the tall girl snaps at me. “We all know you’re just some sponsor slut putting out for his attention.”
“Seriously. I bet you choked on his dick the first second you could just to keep him around.”
“Fuck you, bitches,” I say. “You’re really going to gang up on me?” I try to walk past but the redhead blocks my path, a wicked little grin on her face.
“I’m just giving you advice,” Morgan says innocently. “If you’re going to be a slut, you should do it somewhere else. I don’t want to have to listen to your disgusting moans.”
I glare at her and I want to hit her in the face but I know I can’t get away with it. There are four of them and just one of me.
“Let me go,” I say. “I have class.”
“Aw, poor girl,” the tall girl says. “You wanna get to class?”
