by Marie James
“I’ll see her tonight,” I remind him. What I don’t say is the last five days have seemed like the longest of my damn life. Good pussy is one thing, but feeling like I’m already pussy-whipped is altogether something different.
“I think most of the guys from the house will be there.” Wiping his head with a towel, he walks toward the mirror, no doubt checking his eyeliner. “Cici has always drawn a big crowd, but with you tossed in the mix, I’ve heard it’s going to be standing room only.”
“Great,” I mutter sitting up on the weight bench.
My eyes find his in the mirror wall. “You don’t sound very thrilled.”
I almost tell him that I’d prefer to just fuck her in my room, or hers. I’m not picky, but I keep my mouth shut. I don’t want to date the woman, but the idea of plowing into her in public doesn’t exactly thrill me either.
Without thinking too much about it, I scoop up my phone and shoot off a text to her.
Me: See you tonight.
I watch my screen, my pulse increasing as the three tiny dots show up, but then they disappear. My phone never chimes with a text from her.
Yep, going to fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before. See if she ignores another damn text from me.
Chapter 11
Randi
“Slut.”
I roll my eyes at the girl who just threw such a creative insult my way as I walk up the stairs to the sorority house.
“Whore,” another girl mutters under her breath.
I sigh and walk past them remembering a time when those words would’ve cut me deep. There were times in high school, before I ever touched a cock, that being called those names would’ve sent me home to cry into my pillow. Now? The insults just roll off my back. I could explain to them that I’m making thousands doing exactly what they do for free every weekend, but when they’re all grouped together in mean girl fashion, I know even if I did spit some truth in their faces, it wouldn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that I make one video a week, when many adult movie actresses are on their backs several times a day, five days a week. If I make money having sex for film, then I’m below them. Trash. If they knew who my family was, they’d be terrified to speak this way to me, but I gave up my family’s protection the day I left their house and didn’t look back.
“Hey,” Joey says as I walk up to him in the corner of the room.
I toss back the two shots he hands me. I almost ask for two more. I felt a sense of trepidation walking into the first party that I worked, so I know that feeling, but it’s not what’s making my stomach turn right now. All week, I’ve felt nervous. Not nervous at the idea, but nervous at seeing him again.
I tried all damn week to keep Jake out of my thoughts, but it seems like everything I never paid attention to before brings his image forward. The brush of the wind against my skin, while I was at the park walking Havoc, reminded me of his hot breath on my skin. A guy at the grocery store with tattoos and a baseball cap made my pulse race. Working a show with Jas and Ellis made me think of Hunter which led to Jake.
“Let’s get this over with,” I say and hand Joey the empty shot glass back.
“Vic wants seduction. He’s obsessed with the idea that you guys are in a relationship and just like exhibitionistic sex.”
“Great,” I mumble.
“Let him woo you. Dance a little. Make out, then progress to the fucking.”
“Seriously?” I stare at him.
“Vic gets what he wants.” I sigh and turn to face the throng of people grinding on each other in the middle of the living area. “Plus, he’s the one cutting the checks.”
“I never should have agreed to this.”
Joey smacks my ass. “You’d be unemployed if you hadn’t.”
I hate the reminder, but my body hums when I get a flash of tattoos on Jake’s muscled arm.
“He’s waiting for you.”
I swallow thickly, letting the idea of Jake’s imminent seduction run over my skin. It won’t take much, not that it matters, being a paid employee and all that. The heat in his eyes, the cocky smirk that always seems to be playing at his lips are enough to make me slick as I walk toward him.
Sex with Me is blaring from the stereo in the corner, and I hated this song with a passion until I see Jake rolling his hips to the beat.
His hand is on my cheek, hips pressing against me the second I’m within reach. A nanosecond later, his mouth is crushed against mine. The slow, sensual lick of his tongue inside my mouth is enough to make me lean into his touch and moan softly.
His free hand presses at the small of my back as his hips roll, encouraging me to move with him.
“You’re the sexiest girlfriend I’ve ever had,” he whispers against my lips.
My eyes roll, but not because of his playful words. It’s the thick length encased behind the denim of his jeans pressing into my stomach that elicits the reaction.
“Why, Jake,” I say as his hand wanders lower until it’s cupping the right cheek of my ass. “I never took you as the one-girl-at-a-time kind of guy.”
Rhianna fades out as The Fix by Nelly takes its place.
“You wouldn’t believe the messages I was getting on social media.”
I loosen up further when his teeth skate down my chin and neck.
“You get used to it,” I assure him.
His hot mouth leaves my flesh, the humid air from the room replacing it. “You get a lot of that, too?”
I nod, angling my neck again, hoping he’ll get the message.
“You signed a contract,” he reminds me. “You fuck only me. On and off camera.”
I chuckle at the show of jealousy, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t make my insides clench.
“My pussy is on display,” I tell him with a swivel of my hips. “Men are pigs. They think sending a dick pic is the only thing it takes to fuck me, whore that I am.”
“You’re not a whore,” he growls in my ear.
“Aw,” I say sweetly with my hand against the stubble on his jaw. “That’s so sweet, boyfriend.”
His eyes flash with something akin to terror which pulls another chuckle from my throat. Seems he can give me shit about a relationship but freaks out when I do the same.
“I don’t respond to them,” I whisper as his lips hover over mine. “But I do message them every once in a while. I have tons of pre-written responses. I just copy and paste.”
“I deleted my accounts,” he informs me. “Couldn’t stand all the fucking notifications.”
“Bad move,” I say with a quick shake of my head. Conversation about SCP wasn’t on my agenda for the night, and nothing makes my libido wane like work talk. “You need to just turn off your alerts and go in there a few times a week. Thank them for following you and remind them of when the next party is. It increases downloads, and that in turn keeps you in a position to make more videos. Supply and demand.”
“I’m not in this to keep a damn job,” he mutters.
I could analyze that statement for days, months, or even years to come, but that’s not what we’re here for.
Nipping at his lower lip, I grin when he growls at me. “I’m not here to talk business with you. I came to get laid, but I can find someone else if you’re not up for it.”
His grip tightens on my ass, and mischievous darkness fills his eyes.
“Oh, I’m up for it, Cici.” He punctuates his words by pressing his hard length against my stomach.
“So seduce me.” I mean the words to come out as an order, but it sounds more like begging even to my own ears.
Turning me in his arms, the thickness I want inside of me is now at my back. Large hands roam over me, one gripping my hip the other trailing down my thigh and back up until my skirt is around my waist, revealing the scrap of lace between my legs.
“You didn’t answer my texts,” he grounds out into my neck.
I wanted to.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard to
night, you’ll be reminded you need to respond next time.”
I groan, praying he does just that. It’ll alleviate my obsession with the softness of his breath and the fire I see in his eyes every time I close my own.
“I want to do the movies Saturday night.”
I shake my head, rejecting his offer the second he makes it. “I’m busy.”
I don’t have a damn thing planned for this weekend other than eating my weight in ice cream and then running off the calories at the park, but spending any more time with him isn’t an option. Contract be damned.
“We’ll discuss it later.”
His adept fingers toy with the seam of my pussy, and all conversation is forgotten. The crowd around us spreads out as soon as they realize that the live action show is imminent. Guys wrap their arms around their conquests for the night. The girls, even one of the ones spitting insults on the porch earlier watches Jake’s finger as he teases me through the lace.
“So fucking wet,” he moans before slipping his fingers into my mouth.
Jesus, that’s hot.
“Taste good?”
I could crumble in his embrace right now.
“Don’t let me be the judge,” I tease.
“Good call,” he hisses before picking me up and cradling me to his chest.
For a split second, I lose myself and almost hope he’s taking me to a dark, quiet room. Two couples making out on the couch scurry out of our way just in time for him to toss me on the sofa.
Chapter 12
Jake
My eyes squeeze shut when the first tangy taste of her pussy hits the back of my throat. Pressing my mouth fully against her, I lick, bite, and suck at her flesh like a starved man.
I want her legs clenched around my head. I want her hands and her fingers tugging and ripping at my hair. What I get is a wild moan as she spreads her legs even wider. Having done this several times before, Cici has the wherewithal to remember that this is a job, and people want to see what’s going on. I hate it. I need her to lose her fucking mind so that nothing in this world matters to her right now but my mouth on her amazing cunt.
I nip at her clit, bite at the folds of her body until she’s writhing under me, begging me to let her fall over the edge, pulling back when she tenses and smiling against her heated flesh when she hisses in frustration.
“God damn it, Jake. Give me what I need!”
“Annoyed, baby?” I raise my head just enough to meet her hooded eyes. “It’s how I felt when you didn’t text back.”
She pleads with me, begs me with words too garbled to understand.
“Next time I text?” Teasing her entrance with the tips of my fingers, I wait for her to respond.
“I-I—” The flat of my tongue presses against her nub. “I’ll text back.”
“Promise?”
Her hand angrily knocks my baseball cap off of my head, and I hiss in turn when she fists my hair.
“Don’t let her come!”
I smile against her flesh. Even though I’ll never get used to spectators belting out commands while I fuck a chick, I find the desperate look on her face comical.
“Should I listen to him?”
Her head shakes frantically. “Please?”
I lap at her as my fingers crest her entrance. Two fingers, a little ‘come hither’ action, and the flat press of my tongue is all it takes for her to explode. Back arching and head thrown back, she rides my hand like a goddess. Her grip on my hair doesn’t subside until the clenching on my fingers fades away.
“Fuck me,” she pants.
I shake my head, giving her oversensitive clit a nip. “Suck my cock. I’m gonna cum down your throat.”
She shifts with a whimper, but before long my jeans are around my ankles, and she’s kneeling between my legs. Her tongue toys with the tip before she sucks me back.
I’d sell my soul to fuck her right now, but Vic’s emailed instructions were clear. Oral is all we’re permitted this time around. He wants to build anticipation in the crowd, get them invested for the next time I plow into her.
“Fuck that’s good,” I praise and sweep her hair to the side so the crowd can see her swallowing my dick.
Her tiny hands work the base where her talented tongue and lips can’t reach.
Heaven.
Her mouth is absolute heaven. The heat, the swirl of her tongue, even the occasional scrape of her teeth is all playing a part in the epic release that’s already tingling in my spine.
I’m lost, a fucking goner when her other hand cups my nuts.
“Randi,” I moan as she pulls away and strokes me off. With half-lidded eyes, I watch as every jet of cum marks her lips and tongue. There’s no flinching, no hesitancy like other girls I’ve been with. I nearly come again when she holds my jizz on her tongue for a long second before closing her mouth and swallowing with a moan of her own.
Ignoring my jeans around my ankles, I sweep under her arms and pull her to my lap. Groaning into her mouth when our flavors combine.
“Fuck that’s hot,” a guy to the left says.
The music is once again turned up, and although several people stick around to see if we’ll do anything else, most people go back to drinking, partying, and figuring out who they’re going to fuck tonight.
“Vic is purposely torturing us,” she whispers against my lips with a smile.
She must’ve gotten the same email I did.
“I can remedy that ache in your pussy.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Come back to my place with me.”
It must have been the wrong thing to say because she immediately begins to back off of my lap and walks away. Standing, I tug up my jeans and catch her before she can get off of the front porch.
“Is that a no?”
She looks over her shoulder, and I can tell there’s some snide remark dying to come out, but the small group of guys huddling over a bong to the side forces her to remember the ruse and her mouth snaps shut.
Closing the distance between us, I don’t miss the goosebumps peppering her skin when I run my hand down her arm.
“At least give me a ride back home?”
“Your car isn’t here?”
I shake my head and lie. “I rode with a friend.”
Pulling from my grasp, she turns back to the front walk. As I follow her, I pray that no one puts a dent or steals my truck before I can get back over here in the morning. If things go my way, I’ll be fucking her all night.
“Nice,” I say as she reaches for the door handle of a Range Rover.
The leather is exquisite against my ass and back when I climb in. I’m no stranger to luxury vehicles. Hell, my Dodge truck is fully loaded, but it’s still a truck.
“It was a gift,” she offers as she starts the engine. I tilt my head, confused. “The Rover. It was a gift.”
“From Vic?” Jesus, why did I say that. She sneers, not even giving me a second to focus on the jealousy I can’t seem to pull back around her.
“My parents,” she hisses before putting it in gear and driving away from the curb.
I rack my brain, scrambling over something to say that doesn’t hint in the direction I just forced us in. “Not having to worry about car payments is awesome.”
“I guess,” she mutters.
If her parents gave her this cherry-ass SUV, what the fuck is she doing making pornos at college parties?
“Why did you start working for SCP?”
I smile, knowing it sounds a lot better than demanding to know why she’s fucking for money.
“Seemed like the thing to do when I got to Texas.”
She hits the blinker and never looks over at me.
“SCP is making it easier to pay my condo off,” she adds after a long silence.
“Expensive taste,” I say with a smile.
“Old habits and all that,” she agrees.
“Getting paid to fuck makes me feel like a whore.” Open mouth, insert foot.
Without missing a
beat, she says. “You are…we both are.”
“You’re not.” I clear my throat. “We’re not.”
Being the biggest idiot in the fucking world, I let silence fill the inside of the SUV as she pulls up outside of the frat house. It pisses me off more that she sees herself that way than turning the tables and including me under that same umbrella.
“It was fun,” she admits after a long moment.
Looking up, I expect to see a grin on her face, but there’s nothing but somberness in her eyes as her mouth forms a flat line.
“That’s what makes me a whore.”
I shake my head and lean close to her. “Getting paid to fuck when you enjoy sex doesn’t make either one of us whores.” I kiss her cheek and pull away even though my mind is racing to figure out a way to get her inside with me. “We only become whores when we stop enjoying it.”
A slight nod is her only response.
“I don’t think I’ll ever not enjoy fucking you,” I confess as I open my door and climb out. “I’ll text you about Saturday.”
I close the door and walk into the frat house before she can object.
Chapter 13
Randi
“Quit looking at me like that.”
Every once in a while, I’ll look over my shoulder only to be met with bright, yet sad, blue eyes.
“You brought this on yourself,” I remind him.
Checking the clock, I realize I’m damn near out of time. I should’ve already been downstairs.
Tossing my hair in the messiest bun ever, I don’t bother with makeup. The ladies in my yoga class won’t mind, so it’s no big deal.
The whimper from across the room almost has my resolve breaking.
“No, Havoc,” I repeat for the millionth time this morning. “You ate my damn combat boot. You’ll stay in the kennel until you’re sorry for what you did.”
He turns his head, lying down with a huff. Bastard is now giving me the silent treatment?
“Just like a typical man.”
The knock on the door is expected but surprises me anyway.
