I say room, but it's more like the size of a small house. I could fit four of my bedrooms in here. Two walls are painted navy blue with the accent walls painted white. The large space is very open. Jared only has the mattress we're laying on, two nightstands, and a dresser with an outdated television on top of it.
I look over to the other side of the bed and see a sleeping Jared. He looks so peaceful in his sleep, and gorgeous. So many things about him should turn me off, and they do, but somehow I still want him. I need to stop thinking about him and start figuring out what I want to do with my life, starting with getting up and going to the bathroom.
I pull the comforter back and climb out of bed, stretching my arms above my head and letting out a yawn. I turn around to pull the comforter back up the bed.
"Holy shit!" I scream, much louder than expected.
When I pulled the comforter off myself, I also pulled it off Jared. A very naked Jared. Didn't he have boxers on when we went to bed?
He's lying on his back and his morning wood is saluting me, but that's not what has my attention. It's the piercing that's attached to his large, firm erection. I've never seen a pierced dick before. I cover my eyes and I can hear Jared get up.
"What? What's wrong?"
"You're... You're naked," I rattle out. I move my hands to look at him and I see him look down at himself, almost as if he didn’t realize he was bare to me.
"Huh, I guess I am. Must have pulled my boxers off in my sleep."
"You have a piercing." I state, just in case he isn’t aware.
"Yes, I was there when I got it. I had a tough time deciding what kind of piercing I wanted because there are many kinds of piercings you can get for your dick. I decided on this beauty, the Apadravya. It's-"
"I don't care what it's called. Can you cover up?" I say cutting him off. I don’t want to think about his piercing anymore. I don’t want to think about his cock anymore His large, thick cock that looks like he knows-
No. No more thinking about Jared.
"It's safe to look now."
I hesitantly peak through my fingers and see Jared standing in front of me with his boxers back on. I exhale a sigh of relief and lower my arms to my sides.
"Jesus! You'd think you never saw a dick before."
"I... I just wasn't expecting to see yours this early in the morning."
"But you were expecting to see it?" He asks cockily.
"No, that's not.. That's not what I meant," I say flustered. I storm past him and rush into his adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind me. I had almost forgotten the reason I got out of bed.
I use the washroom and rinse my hands before going back out to Jared's room. He's lying back down on his bed talking on his cell phone. I stand in the doorway awkwardly. I’m not sure if I should hop back in bed with him until he gets off the phone, or leave the room. I decide to leave the room so I can possibly avoid any awkward conversation that might ensue when he gets off the phone.
I make my way downstairs to get the coffee going. I have no desire to leave the house, but I need to wake up so I can start fresh on the job hunt today. Instead of going to places of business, I'll apply online, from the safety of Jared's couch.
I brew my cup of coffee and decide to brew Jared a cup. I stick the single serving cup in the machine, close it, and hit brew. I lean against the counter, sipping my cup of coffee. I thought I would be preoccupied with thoughts of my attacker this morning, but instead all I can think of is Jared's body. His lean, tone muscles and his black ink tattoos covering his chest, arms, and back. The v-shaped muscles leading to his impressive length. God, I've never seen anything like it. I never really thought a guy's dick could be beautiful. I just liked the idea of what it could do to me, but Jared's dick is beautiful. I want to get down on my knees and suck on a Jared popsicle.
"Earth to Billy," I hear as Jared snaps his fingers in front of my face. I’m startled and brought back to reality.
I'm in Jared's kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. There will be no Jared popsicle. I need to stop daydreaming about him. Hopefully it won't happen again.
"Where did you go just then? I was calling you for almost a minute."
I blush, trying to think of some kind of excuse.
"I was just thinking about my plans today and how I need to apply for some more jobs."
"You can't be serious. You're not going back out there by yourself and I have a shoot today."
I smile, a feeling of warmth coming over my body. He's being protective of me.
"I'm not going to leave the house. I'm going to apply for some jobs online."
"Good. Listen, I've got to run. I'll be working all day and should be back later this afternoon. There's some cash in the ceramic cookie jar by the toaster if you decide to order food. You have my number, so call me if you need anything. I mean it, Billy. Call if you need anything."
It's then that I notice he changed before he came down here. He's in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt. He has black chucks on his feet and he’s holding his car keys.
"Sounds good. Have fun at work," I say, not realizing how that sounded. I basically just told him to have fun while screwing some random chick.
He laughs and pulls me into a tight hug. "I always do," he whispers into my ear before releasing me and walking away.
I watch him as he walks out the front door and then I finish my coffee. I look over at the clock and realize it's still pretty early. Should I start the job hunt? Shower?
I decide to bring the laptop to the living room and start looking for a job while watching some crappy morning television. I'm going to relax my shoulder today even though I'm not in any pain this morning. My injury must not be as bad as I thought. I'll relax and shower when I'm done. This way I'll be refreshed and smell clean for when Jared gets home.
Shit. I need to stop thinking about Jared.
I start at the Help Wanted ads that the local online newspaper has up on their website. A lot of the jobs seem like scams or something I would absolutely not be interested in. I find a few personal assistant positions so I apply for those. When I'm done there, I decide to check out Craigslist. It's a lot of the same thing I saw on the newspaper ads, but I still am able to find two legitimate jobs to apply for.
When I’m ready to call it a day it's not even lunchtime. I use the remote to see what's on TV, but nothing is of interest to me. I'm bored and I still have hours before Jared gets home. I hop back online and check my Facebook account. I have a message from Brock, but I delete it before I have a chance to read it. Facebook isn’t entertaining me so I let my mind focus back on Jared.
He was so incredibly sweet to me last night. I remember seeing the fear in his eyes when he saw me sitting in the ambulance with the sling draped over my shoulder. I remember him last night, bringing me up to his room and talking to me for hours. I remember his tan skin glistening under the moonlight coming from the open window. His tattoos moving with every shift of his muscles.
Then this morning I got to see all of him, and I mean all of him. I remember the urge I had, to go down on him and suck on his hard cock. I've never seen a piercing before Jared's. Honestly, I've only seen a few dicks before I saw Jared's this morning, but his was on a level of its own. I wanted to lick the metal bar coming out of the head of his cock, and hear him grunt in pleasure.
Jesus, I need to stop thinking about him.
Or...
I go to the search engine on my computer and type in Brandon Boner. Instantly images and porn websites pop up on my screen. I scroll down to see what's out there. There are websites, articles, and shops selling Brandon Boner merchandise. I click one website and see a slew of pornographic images of him and other women. There are even a few images of him at clubs with A-list celebrities.
I'm intrigued and I can't stop thinking about what my sister said. She's seen Jared have sex. Hell, she and my aunt have seen him have sex countless times, with many different women. I can’t stand the thought that
they've seen more of Jared than I have. It’s this thought that has me clicking on Brandon's official website.
There's a message from Brandon on the home page along with login information. I need to have a subscription to go any further and a subscription cost money. I have very little money to my name and no job, but that doesn't stop me from pulling out my wallet and grabbing my debit card. I sign up for the cheapest subscription option and I'm brought to a new page. This page has a variety of Jared's, I mean, Brandon's movies to choose from.
I'm torn. In front of me is a way for me to see Jared in the most intimate act. I know how he views sex, but I still look at it as an intimate thing. There is a part of me, a very small part, which thinks I shouldn't watch him. I'm intruding on his personal life. Then I remember his website is so people do watch him. He wants women to watch him have sex. I'm just helping him out.
I click on the first link I see. The camera cuts to a white bedroom and cheesy seventy-style music is playing. A woman with bleach blonde hair, a perfect body, and surgically enhanced breasts, is lying on the bed, dressed in a negligee when Jared walks in and starts to make small talk. The next thing I know, they are kissing passionately. Jared is looking at her like she is the only woman in the world. He slowly starts to peel off her clothes, kissing and caressing her body as he does it.
When she's completely nude, Jared spreads her legs so the camera can see the woman's pussy. She's completely bare and Jared’s hand slips down her body to play with her clit. She moans and tilts her head towards him as his lips capture hers. I watch as he rubs her over and over again, then he sticks his fingers in her waiting core. A few minutes later she moans as if she's come and I realize I'm about to, too. My panties are soaked with my arousal.
The woman gets down on her knees and pulls Jared's pants down. His cock springs out and he's hard and ready for her. His hand comes down to stroke himself before he feeds the woman his cock. She takes him deep in her mouth and sucks him with ease. I watch mesmerized. I watch her technique, wondering if I could do that to Jared the same way she is.
I imagine myself down on my knees, taking him as deep as my gag reflexes will let me. I bet he tastes good. I can imagine the metallic taste of his piercing on my tongues. I would tease him, stroking, licking, and sucking until he couldn't handle anymore. He'd come in my mouth, down my throat, and I'd take it all, every last drop.
I moan, coming out of my daydream and I realize two things. Jared is now on the bed with the woman. She's doing a reverse cowgirl as Jared pumps his dick into her pussy. The second thing is my hand is now in my pants, rubbing my throbbing clit. My eyes don’t leave the screen as Jared pumps harder and faster. I can feel my body's reaction. I feel a warm tingling sensation take over my lower half and I'm going to come.
The woman moans in ecstasy and Jared moves her on the bed. He leans over her body and takes his cock in his hand, stroking himself relentlessly. He groans and comes all over the woman's face. I come, too, leaning my head back against the sofa and listening to my moans echo in the large house.
As my body starts to return to normal, I look back at the screen and the video is over. Wow. I've never seen porn before, but that was... wow. Jared looked so into it. I wonder if he ever dated her before. They seemed so in tune with each other and Jared looked at her so lovingly.
Before I can even stop myself, I start another video. This one is in an office setting and Jared is sitting behind a desk.
I end up watching four videos total. Each one different. Jared is in an office and is a dominating boss, Jared is at a sorority house and involved in an orgy with four other women, and Jared is at his best friend's house, fucking his best friend's wife. I literally get to see every part of his body and every part of the women's bodies, in every position. I see oral sex and anal sex, which Jared seemed to really like. Oddly I liked it, too, and started to get turned on by it.
The two consistencies in Jared's videos are that he never wears a condom, and he is very connected to his co-stars. Even though he is fucking these women in ways I had never imagined before, it didn’t look like fucking. Jared made it look like he was making love to these women. He would give long, passionate kisses, he’d look deep into their eyes, and he'd caress their bodies lovingly.
I would continue watching, but I don't want to risk Jared coming home and catching me. I reluctantly turn off my computer and make my way upstairs and into the shower. I take a long cold shower for the first time in my life. I'm still aroused by the images I've seen and I need to get back to my normal self before Jared comes home. He can't know that I watched him.
I shower, dry my hair, and apply some make-up to my face. It takes me ten minutes to get dressed because I can’t decide on what to wear. I'm oddly concerned with my appearance for the first time since I came to California, and I try to convince myself that this has nothing to do with Jared. I decide on a pair of black, tight, skinny jeans and a loose fitting blue blouse that dips low in the front, exposing my perky breasts. Again, I'm not doing this for Jared. Just like I'm not wearing make-up for Jared, and I'm not going to walk back downstairs and sit on the couch to wait for Jared.
The time goes by slowly. I turn the television back on and click through the stations, stopping at a marathon of some sitcom I've never seen before. I'm trying to watch, but my mind can't focus on anything but Jared. I want to kick myself for watching his videos. If I had some self-control, my mind wouldn't be convinced that Jared is some Sex God that I need to sleep with.
I'm startled out of my daydream by the front door opening. I look up and turn around to see Jared walking in with Kelly behind him. She's rattling off some schedule information for the upcoming week.
Jared is walking towards the kitchen when he sees me and turns in my direction instead. He walks to the couch and sits down next me.
"How was the job hunt, Billy?"
I smile shyly and somewhat flirtatiously, and flutter my eyelashes towards him. "It was okay, but nothing looked very promising," I say in a whisper.
What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get it together around him.
Jared looks at me curiously, "Are you okay? You seem off." He gazes down my body and then drags his eyes back up. He spends a little extra time ogling my breasts before making eye contact with me. "You're dressed nice for applying for jobs on a computer."
I smile again and lean forward, wanting to get his attention on my breasts again. "This is how I usually dress, and I felt scummy, so I took a shower."
He watches me disbelievingly. I can tell he's trying to figure something out. I need to start acting normal before he decides to admit me to the loony bin.
"Jesus!" He shouts before standing up and pacing to the fireplace. He looks back up at me and then down to his feet. I'm not sure what is wrong so I look to Kelly for answers, but she's too busy typing away on her phone to realize what's going on."
"How many?" Jared asks me.
"What are you talking about?" I ask back. I'm seriously so confused right now.
"I come home, you're acting weird and you're all dolled up, and you're openly flirting with me. Don't play stupid, you watched me have sex. How many videos did you watch, Billy?"
Oh my God, he knows. It took him only a few minutes with me to realize I had seen him having sex with other women.
"I don't know what-"
"Don't lie to me, I can see it all over your face. I'm not mad, Billy. I'm surprised, but not mad. You're so innocent and pure, I can't imagine you sitting here and watching me. How many?"
I'm too ashamed to answer. He claims he's not mad I watched him, but the expression on his face and the tone of his voice says differently.
"Four," I whisper.
It's quiet, too quiet. I'm afraid to look up and see his reaction so I continue to stare at my feet. Is he going to yell at me? Kick me out of his house? Is the sweet Jared from last night, the one who helped me through getting attacked, gone?
"Which ones?" He asks me huskily. The tone of
his voice has changed and when I look up to see him, his eyes are hooded with desire. I know this because I saw him look this way in his videos right before he made his move.
His eyes are locked on mine, waiting for me to answer.
"Sorry about that, Jared. The production company for tomorrow was trying to change the details at the last minute. Can you believe he tried to cut your salary in half? You're the fucking star of the film-" Kelly stops and looks at Jared. His eyes are still locked on me. "Am I interrupting something?"
This gets Jared's attention and he turns to face Kelly. He gives her his sexy smirk; another thing I saw countless times in his films, and answers her.
"No, we were just making small talk while I was waiting for you to get off the phone. Let’s go up to my office and discuss tomorrow's schedule.”
They leave me in the living room and head towards the spiral staircase near the kitchen. Kelly walks up first with Jared following behind her. He calls to me at the last second.
"Billy, we'll continue this conversation later," he winks and walks up the stairs.
My ass we will. I was saved by Kelly's obliviousness and I'm going to take that as a blessing.
The rest of the night goes by uneventful. I make myself a bowl of soup and half a sandwich for dinner. I eat by myself because Jared and Kelly are still in his office. When I finish I sneak back up to Tawny's room, being as quiet as I possibly can. I don't want to draw any attention to myself.
I fall asleep pretty early. I'm not in the mood to watch television and Tawny's book collection is scarce. Luckily, she has copies of the latest teen vampire series. I'm an adult woman, but I still love the high school, young adult romances. As I read my eyes become tired and I succumb to sleep.
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"Autumn, wake up. Wake up, babe. You're dreaming. It's just a nightmare."
I'm rustled awake to the sound of Jared's voice. My heart is racing, I'm nervous and on edge, and I can feel the dampness of my t-shirt sticking to my sweaty back. I look around the room expecting to see an intruder, but I only see Jared.
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