The Hook-Up Experiment

by Emma Hart

  “Don’t need dick pics. You can see mine for real.”

  “Remember when we had dinner and you told me I made you feel eighteen again? Now, I get it.”

  I tossed her down onto her bed. She squealed as she bounced on the mattress, and hey, maybe I threw her a little hard, but shit…

  The mouth on this woman. I didn’t think it could get worse than when she hated me, but holy fuck, I was wrong.

  “Don’t reference that again,” I said, yanking my shirt over my head. “A part of me is kind of glad that we didn’t get together in high school.”

  “We’re not together now.”

  “I know, but I was not this good in bed back then.”

  She snorted. “Do I need to call Pornhub for you for auditions?”

  “Why? Do you have contacts there?”

  “Did you just call me a slut?”

  “Did you just call me a pornstar?”

  Peyton tilted her head. “I think I have a video camera somewhere. It’s not impossible.”

  I was going to say something, then I stopped. Just looking at her, lying on her bed, hair a bit messed up, staring at me with a sparkle in her eyes…

  I wasn’t going to finish that sentence.

  I did a Peyton and shoved that to the back of my mind.

  “You took off your shirt,” she said, shamelessly looking at me.

  “Peyton,” I said with a sigh. “My cock is hard. I’m half-naked. The only reason I’m here is because you said you wanted to have sex with me.”

  She dropped her head back, laughing. “You make it sound like I found out you’re a Russian spy, and I’m blackmailing you!”

  I froze. “Shit. You know about that?”

  “I went through your underwear drawer when you weren’t looking. I found the papers,” she said solemnly. “Multiple me again, and I won’t turn you in.”

  “Now, that’s blackmail.”

  She nodded. “I take my orgasms very seriously.”

  “Unlike your feet.” I laughed quietly and headed over to her. She sat up, and in seconds, I put to bed any further conversation.

  I took her soft lips with mine, kissing her slowly. She kept one hand on the bed to prop her up, but the other ran through my hair in a way that sent a shiver through my body.

  It was crazy how much she affected me.

  My cock pushed against the zipper of my jeans, and all that did was remind me of how badly I wanted her. I pulled back to remove her shirt. She reached for me, pulling me down to lie with her.

  Peyton ran her hands up and down my arms as we kissed. Goosebumps popped up in the wake of her touch, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if she knew how bad I wanted her right now or how crazy she was making me.

  I stroked her thighs until my fingers found their way to her waistband. She didn’t object to me pulling down her denim shorts and tossing them aside, leaving her in her underwear.

  Her skin flushed as I moved my mouth downward, over the curve of her neck and the swell of her tits. I unhooked her bra, almost failing, and cupped both of her tits with my hands.

  Rough palming and hot kisses had her breathing heavy and her back arching. I kept my hands where they were as I moved further down. I dropped kisses all down her stomach until I reached the band of her satin thong.

  She trembled, her stomach visibly tightening when I ran a finger along there.

  I took the thong off, too.

  Me in my jeans and her completely naked, I dropped to my knees and parted her legs. She had her hands at the bottom of her stomach, and I saw her shaking as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

  She threw one arm up to cover her eyes the second my mouth brushed over her pussy. I stopped her from closing her legs by gripping her thighs and keeping them open.

  My blood pumped hot as I ran my tongue over my pussy. Knowing that I’d barely touched her here and she was already losing control turned me on more.

  Knowing I affected her the way she did me?

  I went in hard. Just to prove it. To show her that she wanted me more than she wanted to admit.

  I explored her pussy with my tongue. Teasing and toying with her clit made her moan and writhe, and it didn’t take long before she gripped the quilt and her knuckles went white.

  I kept my eyes on her as I licked her. It didn’t matter that hers were covered. I could see the flush of red as it grew up her neck to her cheeks. I could see how her lips parted with each uncontrollable moan, how her chest heaved as she struggled to even her breathing.

  I could see how I affected her, how close she was to the edge, and I was about to take her there.

  I tilted my head and, with pressure on her clit from my flattened tongue, rubbed it. Over and over, unrelentingly, I circled it until Peyton’s body clammed up, her thighs squeezing my head, and she moaned out an “Oh my God, oh my God,” followed by something incoherent.

  I kissed her pussy, then her thigh, and parted her legs so I could stand. She was gasping, totally wiped, and I undid my jeans.

  That got her attention.

  She dropped her arm and looked up. Looked down, to be more precise. My cock was bulging out of my boxers, and I wanted it fucking out.

  I opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled a condom from the box.

  “Aw, you remember where I keep them,” she said with a laugh.

  I tore open the packet and dropped the wrapper on the floor. “I listen, and I remember the important things.”

  “I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

  “Peyton? Shut up.”

  “Elliott? Make me.” Her eyes danced with desire and laughter.

  I rolled the condom on over my cock and covered her body with mine. It’d be my pleasure to shut her up, only to make her scream soon enough.

  “You taste like me,” she murmured against my lips, reaching down between our bodies and wrapping her fingers around my cock.

  She stilled.

  “What?” I asked, pulling my face back from hers enough to meet her eyes.

  Her forehead twitched into a bit of a frown. “Will your mom mind that you’re still here and she has Briony?”

  “Peyton. This is not a conversation I want to have when your hand is wrapped around my cock.”

  “Right. Sorry. Never mind.”

  “Quick. Before this moment is lost forever,” I demanded. “Seriously, shut up and let me fuck you. Not another damn word unless you’re praying to me.”

  “The ego…” She rolled her eyes, but she did as she’d been told, raising her hips and guiding me into her.

  If she was any less hot and I was any less frustrated, there was no way she’d be this lucky that I was still hard.

  I tossed the unhelpful interruption from my mind and kissed her. She was hot and wet around me, and she squeezed my cock tight.

  Just like that, everything else disappeared.

  There was only Peyton, beneath me, gasping and moaning with her nails in my back. There was only how she felt, how she reacted, how her legs twitched, and her breathing hitched.

  There was me, inside her. Her legs tight around my waist. Gripping me. Holding me in place as if I’d move before she was done—before we both were.

  There was the innate satisfaction of her tight pussy hugging my cock as I thrust back and forth. Of my fingers in her hair as I kissed her, so her moans disappeared into my mouth.

  There was just her.

  Her. An orgasm. The trembling of her legs and the moaning from her mouth. The almost painful grip of her nails as they sliced into my shoulders.

  The red-hot rush of pleasure as I came, too.

  I buried myself inside her, my grip on her tight as I gave in.

  Even when I was done, I didn’t let go.

  And neither did she.

  Chapter Fourteen – Peyton

  Talking after sex is overrated. What are you supposed to say? “Thanks for the bang, buh-bye now! Don’t forget to take your number with you!”

  Elliott walked out
of the bathroom with his boxers back on. “I’m amazed that I just saw you crawl to the bathroom to pee.”

  “I take my sexual health seriously,” I said, looking up from hooking my bra back into place. “That, and I couldn’t walk.”

  “I did notice you were like a newborn Bambi.” He stopped in the middle of the room. “Why do you pee after sex? They don’t show that in the movies.”

  “I doubt peeing in toilets is sexy in porn.”

  “Normal movies, woman. Normal movies.”

  “Ohhh.” I slapped my forehead, although I knew what he meant. “Well, in that case, there are a lot of movie stars with fake infections.”

  “Peeing stops STDs?”

  “Maybe in porn,” I said. “UTI’s. They hurt like a bitch.”

  Elliott tilted his head to the side. “Huh. How does that help? Is it female voodoo?”

  I stared at him wearily. “I’m still recovering. Can we not talk about pee right after sex?”

  “You brought up my mother right in the middle of it.”

  “Out of concern!” I threw my arms in the air. “It hit me that she knows you came to talk to me!”

  He laughed and sat on the bed with you. “Peyton, I am a twenty-seven-year-old adult male on my way to talk to a very attractive adult woman. I think my mother would have been more surprised if I were home already, but I can text her if you’d feel better.”

  “I’m not, I mean, Briony was sick.”

  “Briony ate three pieces of cheesecake for dinner because my mother is weak,” he retorted, getting up and retrieving his phone from his pants. “If she’s still sick, Mom gets the cleanup duty this time.”

  “That was the first thing she ate? Everyone knows you give toast.”

  He looked at me with a sympathetic smile. “Ah. You’re unaware of the toddler handbook. If they can keep down a slice of toast, that means they get two bananas, a yoghurt, a handful of candy, three juice boxes, and three slices of cheesecake.”

  That was a lot of food.

  “Wow. And I thought the fact I could eat six tacos on Tuesdays was impressive.”

  He pointed his phone at me. “Still impressive. But toddlers have everyone beat. Except for teenage boys.”

  That was true. My parents went from one grocery shop a week to three by the time my brother had turned thirteen.

  No wonder he had to pay rent when he got a job and I didn’t…

  “There we go,” Elliott said. “See? It’s fine.” He tossed the phone my way, then picked his pants back up again.

  “You don’t have to do anything drastic like wear pants,” I said, peering over at him. “I’m an advocate of the no-pants life.”

  “I’m an advocate of the naked life if you’re keeping score.”

  I rolled my eyes and looked at the phone.

  Elliott: All ok? Will be back soon.

  Mom: B’s asleep and your dad is on his fishing trip. I’m fine here. You stay and have all the sex.

  “That is not normal for a mom to say,” I said, handing it back.

  “Your grandmother mistook a dildo for bathroom décor.”

  He had a point…

  “Which you’re going to explain to me right now.”

  “Ugh, fine. But I need water. And ice-cream, probably,” I said, getting up. I grabbed a tank top from the drawer and a clean pair of panties. I threw both items on quickly and followed Elliott down to my kitchen.

  To where a very familiar male was rifling through my kitchen drawers.

  “Dominic!” I shouted. “What are you doing?” I hid behind Elliott.

  “Peyt, seriously?” Elliott wriggled out of my grasp. “I’m as naked as you are!”

  Dom jumped, almost hitting his head on the open cupboard door.

  Damn it. If it were me, I’d have hit it.

  “What are you doing?” I shouted again.

  My brother looked at me. “Why are you half-naked?”

  I tugged my shirt down as far as possible, almost choking on laughter when I saw Elliott side-shuffle to the living room and grab a cushion to cover his groin with.

  “It’s my house, and if I want to walk around half-naked, I can do that,” I snapped.

  “Why’s he half-naked?” He nodded toward Elliott.

  “Because we were practicing line dancing,” I snapped. “Why do you think?”

  Dom frowned. “I thought you were supposed to be sleeping with Elliott Sloane.”

  I held an arm out in Elliott’s direction and waved it in frustration. “Elliott Sloane!”

  Recognition dawned on Dom’s face. “Oh, well, shit. Good to see you, Elliott.”

  “I never thought I’d have to say this,” Elliott said. “But can you turn around, so I can get pants on for this cozy reunion?”

  Dom immediately turned around.

  “You want some?” Elliott asked me.

  “No. If he breaks into my house, it’s not my fault if he sees me without pants. He’s lucky he didn’t break in twenty minutes ago,” I replied, walking across to the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of water.

  “Fair enough.” Elliott walked over to the stairs.

  You could kind of see the stairs from where I was standing, so I leaned over and watched as he went up.

  Seriously.

  That ass could make lesbians cry. It was peachier than the state of Georgia.

  “What are you doing?” Dom asked.

  I snapped my head around to him. “Are you eating my food?”

  He shrugged, tearing a bite off the pizza slice.

  “That pizza is two days old.”

  He coughed and spat it out into his hand, then dumped it into my trashcan.

  I hid my smile by sipping my water. It wasn’t. It was, like, two or three hours old, but the revenge was fun.

  “You’re gross,” he said. “What is he doing here?”

  “Watering my lady garden,” I replied. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Looking for documents.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m finalizing our expenses, but I think Chloe gave them to you for safekeeping.”

  Seriously. We couldn’t trust him with a key, but he was trusted to do taxes. That was testament to how much Chloe hated numbers.

  Me? I shoved it all in a folder through the year and paid someone to do it for me.

  Clearly, I was the Austin sibling with the brains.

  “I do have your expenses, but why you need them right now, I don’t know.” I pulled out a chair and sat down.

  “Chloe said you had no appointments until one tomorrow, so you were coming in late. I want to do it in the morning.”

  “Have you heard of this new thing? It’s really cool. It has an eight-inch screen and has this really cool function where you can talk to people without breaking into their houses,” I said dryly.

  Dom flipped me the bird. “I called, and you didn’t answer.”

  “I was busy.”

  “I know that now.”

  “Be patient next time. And don’t break in.”

  “It wasn’t breaking in. The door was unlocked.”

  I put my bottle down and stared at him. “You didn’t touch my keys, did you?”

  “Funny. Can I have the expenses? I’m weirded the fuck out having this conversation with you wearing nothing.”

  I crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in my seat. “Then, don’t break into my house.”

  “The door was open!” he yelled.

  “Send a text message!” I shouted right back.

  Seriously. I’d had a day of shit. The only good thing had been the sex, and even now that was ruined.

  “Give me the expenses, and I’ll leave you alone,” he said.

  I shook my head. “Chloe told me that, under absolutely no circumstances barring a coma or death, am I to give you the expenses.”

  Dom threw his arms up in the air and leaned against my counter. “This is bullshit. I need the expenses to do the tax.”

  “You lose eve
rything, man!” I was trying not to laugh now, but it really was quite ridiculous.

  Unfortunately for my brother, I’d seen my sweet friend when she got mad, and you know how they say not to feed the Gremlins?

  That. Don’t feed Chloe.

  “C’mon, Peyt.”

  “No. I’m not giving you the file. She’ll kill me if you lose all the physical ones because you can’t get those back. I’ll text her, and she can get them in the morning for you.”

  Elliott came back down and tossed me a pair of yoga pants. “Here.”

  I put them on the table and had another drink of water. While a now fully-clothed Elliott and my asshole brother reunited, I slid my phone across the table and dialed Chloe.

  “What?” she wheezed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Yoga.”

  “Stop for a minute.”

  “I can’t. Hold on. Downward Dog time.”

  “Chloe! My brother is here and almost interrupted me having sex.”

  There was a crash on the end of her line just as Dom yelled: “No, I didn’t!”

  “Sorry. I fell over,” she said, coming back on the line. “Dom did what?”

  “Nothing!” Dom yelled, trying to get my phone. “Nothing!”

  I put the water down, smacked away Dom’s hand, and put it on speaker. “He said he’s come for the expenses.”

  “Don’t you dare give them to him!” Chloe shouted down the line. “I will hunt you down and cut you, Peyton. Do not give the king of losing things something that important.”

  Elliott smirked from the other side of the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest.

  “See, Dom? I told you. I can’t give you the receipts.”

  “Shit! Am I on speaker?”

  “Yes,” I told Chloe. “You are.”

  “Uh, who’s there? You said something about sex. Is that with a person or…?”

  “Chloe,” I deadpanned.

  “Is it Elliott? Or someone else?”

  Did I have a reputation I wasn’t fully aware of?

  “Elliott. All I want is for you to tell Dom that he’s Losey McLoserson and he can’t have the expenses.”

  “Oh, this is awkward. Hi, Elliott.”

  “Hi, Chloe,” he called over the room.