“Just choking on my big cock,” Jake says.
His voice is a little growly and a lot vulgar. But I can’t run away. He’s everything I should be running away from, but I can’t do it. In fact, in the back of my mind, I picture him pushing me against the side of the building and kissing me. I want him to remember me. Remember our night. Remember the way he pulled me down on him…
I’m tearing apart from in the inside out. I claw at his shoulders, wanting to hurt him like he’s hurting me. But this pain is so different than any kind of pain I’ve ever felt. It’s a good pain. It’s a ripping feeling that’s quickly replaced by warmth and pleasure. Like real pleasure.
His face is buried in my chest, his head moving left to right, tongue flicking my nipples, lips suckling the soft skin of my breast, and when he feels like it, his teeth tug at me, bringing me to gasp and I cry out his name.
His hands are holding me so hard, guiding me up and down. My body is demanding me that I move too. So I rock my hips left to right, back and forth. Anything to increase the pressure. Anything to tear at myself some more.
I feel dirty. I feel wrong.
But what Jake is making me feel… fuck, it’s so good and so right.
“Did you hear me?”
I blinked and shake my head. “No. Sorry.”
“You came back a second time,” Jake says. “That means you liked what you saw.”
“I’m not talking about this,” I say. “You’re an asshole and I’m going home.”
“To your precious mansion? Someone going to tuck you in tonight, sweetie? Do they still read you bedtime stories? Brush your perfect hair for you?”
“Fuck you,” I spat. “You’re rich, too. Your mother…”
Jake’s eyes flare. He steps at me. The anger in his eyes makes me nervous. “Don’t ever… trust me, sweetie… just don’t…”
He comes at me some more. His body is about to touch mine. I back up, step after step after step. When my back hits the wall, I gasp. Jake is still coming at me. I can smell the smoke on his clothes. The way his breath mixes with booze and smoke. He shouldn’t kiss me. My mind tells me to be logical. I’m the logical girl. Jake was with someone else tonight. Kissing her mouth… maybe eher body… and if Jake kisses me, it’d be like I was down on another girl.
My face burns red.
Now I’m thinking naughty thoughts of not just me and Jake, but of me and another girl.
What the fuck, Jade?
Jake is inches from my mouth and then he suddenly jumps back. He grits his teeth and shakes his head.
“Go the fuck home,” he growls. “Go to your pampered life and everything being perfect.”
“You think that’s how it is for me?” I ask.
“I don’t give a shit, sweetie. I have my own agenda in life. And it doesn’t include some princess like you.”
I push from the wall and try to slap Jake. He’s fast, able to dodge the smack, letting me know that I’m not the first to try and smack him.
“You don’t remember?” I cry out.
And when I say cry… damn me… I mean cry. My eyes fill with tears. I think of the other guys who had touched me before. Such an empty, dumb feeling. Even the one who tried to take my V-card, but I was never sure if it actually counted. Which means… well… Jake’s the first to be inside me. Like deep inside me. Like making me come while inside me.
I finish first. The aching throb attacks my body better than any drink in the world. Now I’ve never done drugs before but maybe this is what being high feels like. I don’t know. If it is, then I totally get it. I’m already addicted and I’m still coming. Jake is still fucking me. He’s on top of me now, the scent of his body… sweat… cologne… all man… it’s everywhere. Attacking all my senses.
I reach up and try to touch his back, his shoulders, but I have nothing. I’m limp. I’m his. And he’s still thrusting deep into me.
He kisses my chest, his tongue thenslices up to my chin. When he kisses me, I lift my hips, groaning into his mouth. I’m so tender and sore. I need relief. I need him to stop. But I don’t want him to though. It just feels so good.
Jake grabs my wrists and puts them above my head.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect like this,” he says. “Keep your wrists like this.”
His hand lets go of my wrists and he cups my breast. I’m lucky enough that my breasts are big enough to still have size, even with my hands above my head. I’m bouncing and dancing for Jake, his body commanding me to move. I’m hopeless to him and for him.
Jake starts to speed up, grunting with each hard thrust of his body. He’s so deep and I’m losing my breath with each pump. My body is jumping back on the bed. The bed is groaning and smacking against the wall.
I’m now that person… the one getting fucked so hard the bed hits the wall.
Holy shit… it’s amazing.
Jake growls as he thrusts one last time. I can feel everything inside me. The way his cock starts to throb as he comes. The pulsing feeling as he fills the condom. I moan each time he throbs.
He then slowly moves at me some more. Gently back and forth, like he’s easing me down from everything we’ve done tonight.
“Put your head back,” he says to me. “Close your eyes.”
“Why…”
“Just fucking do what I say.”
I close my eyes. I feel Jake pull from my body. The next thing I feel is a tender ache. My legs are shaking, my toes curling. I bite my lip. My sex is sore. I feel warmth and wetness. I want more, but I can’t handle anymore tonight.
I feel Jake rub something between my legs. It’s a cloth or something. I open my eyes as he folds the cloth and touches me again. His eyes are wide as he stares at my body.
“I told you to keep your fucking eyes shut,” he growls.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
He stands and turns. His bare ass is beautiful. I want to claw at his ass when he fucks me again. Well, if he ever fucks me again.
“What do you want me to remember?” Jake yells back at me. “What the fuck is your problem tonight?”
I clear my thoughts and step away from Jake. I point at him. “My problem? Why are you here?”
“Free country, sweetie,” he says. “And you walked in on me. Twice. So fuck yourself, Jade, okay?”
Jade… he said my name…
“Fuck yourself,” I yell back.
“Good one. Original. I’m crushed.” He pulls out another cigarette. “Have a good night, sweetie.”
He turns and I want to jump on his back. Hit him. Punch him. Cry and thrash at him. I want to be the one who walks away from Jake. Not the other way around.
I get ready to do something…
“Hey! You fucking asshole!” a voice booms.
I turn and there’s a guy running down the side of the building. There’s anger on his face and lingering not far behind is a woman biting on her finger. The same woman from the bathroom.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
Something is going to go down.
“Don’t fucking walk away!” the guy yells.
“Jake!” I cry out.
Jake stops and turns around. Lit cigarette between his lips. Cocky look on his face.
I can’t help but run to him. I grab his arm. “That guy’s going to kill you. What did you do?”
“His girlfriend,” Jake says. “That’s who you caught me with. Twice.”
“Holy shit,” I say again.
“Here, hold this for me,” Jake says and hands me his cigarette.
I should just drop it and step on it. Crush the damn disgusting thing. But I don’t. I pinch it between my thumb and pointer finger. I feel so awkward and juvenile. I cringe at how pathetic I must look right now.
Jake steps forward and puts his fists up.
They’re going to fight?
If anything, Jake deserves to have his ass kicked. He screwed someone else’s girlfriend. Then again, what kind of woman
does that? Cheats and then points the finger?
More so, why do I care so much? Why am I trying to take some kind of side here? Why the fuck am I holding Jake’s lit cigarette? Why am I not rushing home? Or calling the police?
The two men are a foot apart and all hell breaks loose.
“You motherfucker,” the guy spats into Jake’s face.
“Sorry, man. Didn’t know she was your mother.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Then do it,” Jake says. “Come on. Kill me.”
Jake opens his arms. He nods. The guy puts his right foot back and makes a fist. He thinks he’s going to get a shot in on Jake. The second he starts to throw a punch, Jake takes control. He comes across with a right punch and smashes the guy in the jaw. The sound is sickening. The guy spins around and stumbles back. Jake goes after the guy, hitting him again. This time the guy falls to the ground.
“Jake!” I yell. “Stop!”
Jake looks back at me. “Fucking princess. You have no fucking idea…”
Jake turns and drops to one knee. He then starts to unload on the guy. Punch after punch, attacking him. I remind myself that the guy did come after Jake. Then again, Jake fooled around with the guy’s girlfriend.
Again, here I am, debating this.
When Jake stands up, he shakes his head and lets out a growl.
“Fucking dick,” he says and spits at the guy.
The guy on the ground pushes back and reaches in the air. His face is messed up, but at least he’s alive.
Jake walks toward me and lifts his punching hand, covered in blood. “Smoke?”
I hold my hand out and Jake takes his smoke. He takes a deep drag and exhales. “Fucking people,” he whispers.
“You screwed his girlfriend,” I say.
“She wanted it.” Jake walks by me. He suddenly stops and steps back. He takes another drag of his cigarette. The smell makes my nose crunch up. He turns his head and his lips flirt with my ear. “She wanted it, sweetie… just… like… you… did…”
5.
(Jake)
I have to get the fuck away from her. I have to get the fuck away from the entire night. From everything. My hand is throbbing in goddamn pain. My cock is throbbing with need. My smokes aren’t good enough right now and I hate that feeling.
That dumb asshole deserved what he got. Don’t come up to me acting tough if you can’t back it up. His whore of a girlfriend put the finger to me when she was the one begging me to fuck her hard. Begging me to touch her ass. Trying to swallow down my entire cock. And when I fucking came, she was the one who held her mouth open and took it all… shot after fucking shot of my load.
Yeah, I could have stopped after the first two punches, but I’m pissed off. I’m pissed off that I can’t just go wild right now. And by wild, I mean take Jade by the hand and start up where we left off the other night. After I fucked her and cleaned her up, she gave me the eyes in bed. She wanted me there. She wanted to cuddle or some shit. But her body was so tight and tender. I knew it hurt her and I didn’t want anything to get clingy.
Fucking virgins, right?
My anger rolled over a little and that asshole on the ground just paid for it. Worse yet, any credibility he thought he had with his whore of a girlfriend, it was gone. She’d be on her knees sucking someone else off in a bathroom in no time.
I almost feel bad for the guy.
When I walk by Jade, I slip a little comment to her, destroying my fun little game of fucking with her. She knows I remember fucking her. But there’s nothing else to say. I get to my car and I drive away.
I don’t want to fucking see her again. Not if I can’t have her. And definitely not in the capacity that’s coming. Fucking Jade has no clue either. I’m not a man of care or guilt, but being near her… not a good thing. Christ, even the way she held my fucking smoke, it was so pure and innocent. It was like she’s afraid to touch it. Like it’ll hurt her. But yet she did it. She held it. She stood there and watched me destroy the guy.
I’m speeding down the road. I throw my smoke out the window and hate the taste. I want to taste something sweet. Like those wet folds between Jade’s goddamn legs. They were perfect. So silky and warm. I could suckle on them all night. And feel her body jump and rock. The tip of my tongue seeking out her little clit.
I grip the wheel and grit my teeth. My cock is raging hard. Fuck, I’m half tempted to pull over and just take care of myself. But that would be a complete waste.
I grab my cell and dial up Zeke, someone I consider some kind of best friend.
I have no real friends or best friends or any of that shit. Everyone mooches off everyone, favors passing back and forth. I don’t trust anyone. Not after my mother slept with someone I considered my best friend. But that was just how she was. Always in need. Which explained her current vacation and current news… fucking news I’d face tomorrow. It didn’t shock me, but I know who it will.
Why does it matter to me though?
I shake my head.
Zeke picks up the call and I hear noise in the background.
“Tell me you’re out, man,” I say. “And tell me you have directions and some good shit for me.”
“Check, check, and check, motherfucker,” Zeke says with a laugh.
It’s not the first time someone called me a motherfucker tonight, but at least with Zeke, it’s in fun. And he has fun for me. A couple little pills that will make Jade’s memory go the hell away. And a house full of women that will do anything I tell them to do.
Just what I need to keep digging my grave.
I arrive at Zeke’s house. He doesn’t have the biggest place in the world, but it’s secluded and nobody ever complains. It sits on a large patch of woods so a lot of people will just bring tents and kegs. His parties don’t last hours or even days. He goes for weeks. I don’t remember the first time I met Zeke and most of the time I don’t remember the last time I met him either.
When I walk through the front door there’s a hanging cloud of smoke. The smell makes me smile. I know exactly what it is. Zeke is on the couch with two women. He’s telling some bullshit story of backpacking through Europe or getting lost in Japan or something. He’s never left the fucking country though. His father is some big wig for an international company. Zeke was the result of a torrid affair and he’s paid to stay the fuck away. He doesn’t mind. Neither do it.
Zeke jumps up and runs to me. We shake hands and hug.
“I need something,” I say. I hold up my hand. The blood has dried and it looks messy. I’ll need to clean it up to see if I actually did any damage to myself.
“Fuck, man. What happened?”
“I fucked some chick in the bathroom at a cafe… and then her boyfriend wanted to throw down.”
“Your face looks clean,” Zeke says as he pats my cheek.
I smile. “He didn’t stand a chance, Zeke. You know that.”
“That’s why I love you, Jake. You fuck. You fight. You live. Now come meet two new friends of mine.”
He puts his hand to mine, delivering the two white pills that will make the night go away. He turns and grabs me by the shoulder. I’m introduced to the beautiful women on the couch. They stand up and walk right at me.
In twenty minutes, my hand will be washed up of the blood, the pills in my system, and my cock buried somewhere between the two women… one of their willing holes will do just fine.
The next thing I remember is a goddamn spotlight in my eyes.
I open my eyes and put my hands up. I figure it’s the police or something. Coming to arrest me for beating up that guy. Or maybe something happened at Zeke’s place.
But it’s not that at all.
It’s the fucking sun.
And I’m outside on the ground, on my back. I’m in the damn woods. The sun coming up and just cut into an open clearing, blasting down at me. I keep my hands up and groan. I look to my left. I look to my right.
I’m fucking alone.
I reach in my pocket and find my smokes. Nothing like a fresh cigarette to greet the sunny morning.
Morning.
Fuck. It was morning. It was tomorrow… today.
Today’s going to be quite the day.
I light up my smoke, take a drag, and run my hand through my hair. I’m definitely due for a hot shower. I can’t even imagine what I did last night. Or with whom. Not that it really matters. The night was dead and gone.
I get to my feet and stand there, finishing my smoke. I toss the butt to the ground and step on it. I make sure its out so I don’t burn down Zeke’s little forest.
I walk to the house and open the back door. Inside, it’s a slew of bodies. Half naked, some naked, some dressed. All different people and positions. The remainders of a hell of a night. I see Zeke on the couch with the two women that had come at me last night. One is naked, curled up tight to Zeke. The other is between his legs, his pants pulled down. Her hair is scattered along his shit so I can’t see.
I get to the couch and pick up my foot, giving Zeke a little kick to the jaw.
He jumps and opens his eyes. “Dude. Hey.”
“Morning,” I say. “I have to get going. Personal shit.”
“No, man. Stay. We’ll get some food. Hit the lake. Keep this thing going, right? This is just a rest time for me.”
“I know, Zeke. But I have something to do. My mother…”
“Oh, got it. She a mess again?”
“She’s always a mess. Now she’s in love.”
“Good for her.”
“Yeah. Right.” I run my hand through my hair again. My knuckles are sore from the night before. “Thanks again, man. For the night. Pills. Women.”
“I can’t take credit for all,” Zeke says.
“Why’s that?”
“You didn’t fuck them.” He nods to the sleeping women. “You didn’t touch them.”
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