‘Be back,’ I tell the officer closest to me. He nods, and I pay no attention whatsoever to Jordan and Willow as I exit through to the hall. I find myself knocking on Brad and Brody, letting them know I’m having a break. Brody takes up my position, and I’m secretly pleased because he also won’t like Willow and Jordan together. Rather than go to my room, I hover on the other side of the kitchen door waiting to hear Brody berate Jordan. And I only get more pissed off when it doesn’t come. I hear him chatting to the pair and can’t understand for the life of me why the fuck he is so hell-bent on keeping her away from me, yet doesn’t mind her being chased by a horny fucking teenager. Deciding he’s a bellend too, I go to my room. I’m annoyed, and I need to run. I need to get rid of this pent-up energy and as I can’t run there is only one other way I can think of doing that.
I grab my jacket and leave the house, making no eye contact with anyone in the kitchen. I can feel Willow’s eyes on me as I pass by her, but I keep my focus straight ahead. I make my way into town and find the place I need. It fronts as a pool club, but in the back, it’s a brothel. I don’t like the idea of paying for sex. It’s not the norm for me, but finding a willing woman to fuck at this time of the day wouldn’t be easy. So, I’m making the most of a bad situation. I flash my money and walk through the back door. I have a choice. Tall, blonde, blue eyes and small tits. Short, blonde, blue eyes, and big tits, or tall, dark hair, dark eyes, and a handful of tits. Bingo! I nod to the dark-haired woman, and she gives me a flash of her goods as she gets up with a salacious grin on her face. Classy. Walking around me she takes my hand and leads me to her room. It reeks of sex, over layered badly by a scent diffuser plugged into the wall. That’s the first thing that hits me as I enter the room, the second is the sight of all the BDSM equipment on the far wall. Harrison would be in his element.
‘Like anything you see?’ she asks in a breathy voice. I shake my head no. ‘Plain old vanilla is good too,’ she says winking at me. I think she’s read me all wrong, but I don’t care to correct her. She’ll be up to speed soon enough. I fuck hard and rough. I don’t do vanilla, but I’m not a lover of all the chains and whips either. Just doesn’t do anything for me. I watch her like a predator as she backs up to the bed. Her scantily clad body moving seductively as she crawls over the matteress on all fours giving me a perfect view of her naked pussy and arse under the negligee she is wearing. This woman is used to pain for pleasure, or maybe she doles out the pain? Either way, I want what I came for, and then I want to leave. The need to release this frustration is paramount right now, and I want to fuck it out of my system. I don’t look at the grin on her face or in her eyes as she looks back at me. Instead, I focus on her pussy. It’s glistening with her arousal—she’s obviously looking forward to this. I’m a little shocked by that, I would have thought these women would be hardened to it, and bored by it. This one seems keener than me.
I don’t remove any clothes. Instead, I move towards her head, deciding she can blow me first. I stand at the side of the bed and unbutton my jeans. She prowls toward me knowing what’s coming. I’m already hard, and pushing the band of my boxers under my balls, I pull my dick out and gently move my hand up and down the shaft. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips, and her greedy eyes take in my whole length. I’m not huge, but I’m still bigger than most men. And most women’s eyes widen a little when they see my size. Not this one though. I’m sure she’s used to a whole host of different cocks. Her interest only intensifies though when I run my hand up and down the shaft again. Her eyes never leave my dick. Suits me. The last thing I want is her looking at me, all gooey eyed. I take a handful of her hair, and her mouth opens instantly to take me inside. Her hand replaces mine at the base of my dick, and she sucks on it like a lollipop for a second before releasing me, cupping my balls and sucking each one into her mouth. Then she pushes me past her lips again—her red lipstick smudging around my dick. I look away, closing my eyes, and instead of her, I see Willow. I buck my hips forward—the vision of my dick in Willow’s mouth spurring me on. I feel her hand squeeze my arse through my jeans and again my hips piston forward, making her gag. My eyes open at the sound, and I get annoyed at what I see—her eyes looking up at me, pleading, wanting me to fuck her mouth harder. It disgusts me. I pull out of her mouth, causing her to whimper in displeasure. I reach into my wallet and get a condom. Not needed for my kind really, but I’d rather be safe.
‘Where do you want me?’ she asks all breathy, trying to be sexy no doubt. She isn’t. I’m going to take her from behind but at the last second decide that she can ride me after the failed attempt from behind the last time, in a public bathroom. I position myself on the bed, jeans still in place, and the only bit of flesh showing is my dick. I motion for her to put the condom on and she does with an air of professionalism. Then she tries to climb on board, facing me.
‘No, reverse,’ I tell her sternly. She climbs on top with her back to me, and she rides me like the professional that she is. Closing my eyes and holding her hips, I let my mind wander again. The vision of Willow soon takes centre stage, and before long, I’m coming as she wails and screams in enjoyment. I’ve barely touched her and have no intention of getting her off. I needed a release, plain and simple. I had it. Now she needed to get the fuck off. I lift her off of me roughly, and she yelps a little as her feet touch the floor. I don’t meet her eyes, instead, I watch as her arousal slips down her inner thigh. I whip off the condom and head to the bathroom. I clean up and put myself away. As I come out, she’s laying star-fished on the bed,
‘You have more time if you can go again. I’m more than happy to.’
I shake my head no.
‘I’ll take it in the ass?’ she says trying to be seductive. I frown.
‘Why?’ I ask.
‘I like anal. I’m tight there too.’
‘I’m sure you are,’ I tell her with my hand on the door.
‘Please?’ she asks almost pleading. I turn and look at her now, not understanding why a prostitute is pleading with me to fuck her in the arse, despite getting paid the same whether I leave now or spend the next half hour fucking her brains out. I can only think that she’s desperate to come. And I didn’t satisfy that need. I didn’t want to—don’t want to.
‘Nah, I have to be somewhere,’ I tell her.
‘Can’t you be a little late?’
‘You slow on custom?’ I ask her, getting frustrated as she approaches me at the door. Her hand slides up my leg, and she grips my dick through the denim. My eyes close because I get hard instantly as her hand strokes me up and down.
‘Not many like you come here,’ she whispers in my ear.
‘Like me?’
‘Hot,’ she elaborates. Oh. Her fingers unbutton my fly, and she pulls my dick out once again. I glance at the clock. We have around twenty minutes paid time left. I can probably make this quick. Her hand is still caressing my dick, and as she climbs on the bed, presenting me with her arse, I change my mind. I’ll take her pussy. I’m not in the mood for pleasing her.
***
I walk into the kitchen and find Brad, Jared, and a few of the others sitting there. The absence of the police officers is welcome. I lift my brows in question at Jared and am about to ask if they are gone for good when Brad wolf whistles and announces to the whole house that he’s pleased I’ve finally got laid because I was a miserable fucker. I want to punch him—and Jordan who laughs along with everyone else. That is until I see Willow in the doorway. Our eyes meet, and she looks like she might throw up. I don’t like the look on her face, so I walk towards her, following her through the door to the T.V. room. As I walk in behind, she turns, and her eyes are full of unshed tears. I want to reach out, comfort her, take her pain away. But I don’t. Instead, I huff and roll my eyes because I can’t have her, so she needs to stay the fuck away from me. What better way to make sure she’ll do that?
‘You enjoy yourself?’ she asks her voice sounding much more confident than she looks.
‘A means to an end,’ I answer because I can’t tell her the truth. Even though I want to tell her I only enjoyed it because I visualised her in the place of the fucking prostitute.
‘I fucking hate you,’ she spews at me like venom. It hurts, but it’s necessary.
‘Good,’ I bark back before turning on my heel to leave.
I WANT TO PUNCH his stupid, beautiful face. I know he likes me. I know he does. And I can’t understand why he pushes me away. I feel like he’s just ripped my heart out. And it’s stupid. I have no reason to feel hurt. None. He is so hot and cold, running to my rescue, making sure I’m safe, caring for me like I’m his, and then treating me like I’m a two-bit hooker when I offer myself to him! I need to get past him and his stupidity. I’m done with him. He isn’t interested. Fuck him and his mixed signals. I swipe at the tears that escape and decide with renewed determination that I am DONE. I turn to go to my room when Jordan walks in.
‘Hey, you.’ He smiles. ‘You okay?’ He frowns realising I’ve shed a tear or two. I swipe at my face again and take a deep breath,
‘Yeah, I am now, thanks.’ I watch as he sits with his legs up on the sofa before he pats the seat to his other side, motioning for me to sit.
‘Fancy killing some time with me?’ he asks.
I laugh at his question. ‘Oh, how to make a gal feel special, huh? ‘I want to kill time with you.’’ His face is a picture of shock at my impersonation of him, and I giggle so he realises I’m making fun of him and am not actually offended. He turns on Netflix and scrolls through the movies. We end up picking a horror, and it suggests eighteen years and over.
‘Well, I’m not sure you’re actually allowed—’
‘Don’t even say it!’ I interrupt, and he barks out a deep laugh. My stomach twists a little as his hand falls onto my thigh and he squeezes my leg in fun.
‘I’m just fucking with you,’ he says as he presses play. About halfway in he’s managed to shuffle a little closer to me on the sofa. I don’t object nor do I move away, but my mind goes in the direction of Howard. Why, I have no idea. And it’s annoying. Jordan is fun to be around. Howard is not. Jordan likes to be around me. Howard does not. So why am I sitting here with Jordan, thinking about that fuck face? As the film comes to an end, I stand and stretch out my arms, curving my back. I see him adjust himself in his jeans, and for a second I don’t know what to do with myself. My eyes dart around the room, trying to pretend I didn’t just see his erection bulging through his zipper. He grabs a cushion from the back of the sofa and places it in front of his crotch. Rolling his eyes, he smiles through a small blushing of his cheeks.
‘Sorry,’ he says, laughing like a kid that's been caught by his mom. I laugh more from nerves than anything else.
‘It’s fine,’ I reassure him. ‘It was a steamy movie, right?’ I laugh, winking as I move to leave the room. He doesn’t get up, but as I round the back of the sofa, he kneels up on it, facing me.
‘You got plans tomorrow?’
I laugh a little too loud. ‘Umm, I have no social life to speak of yet.’
‘Sooo, that’s no to any plans then?’
‘Yep, that’s a definite no.’ I smile.
‘You want to go out?’
‘Like off the property?’
He laughs loud, and the sound is melodic and sweet. ‘Yes, off the property. Maybe some lunch?’
‘Sure that would be nice, thanks.’
‘About twelve-ish?’ I nod
‘Okay, I’ll be ready.’ I bite my bottom lip as I smile, leaving the room. As I pass the kitchen, I hear Jared and Brad talking about a police station. I don’t pay it any more attention than that. Getting closer to my room, I pass Howard’s, and the mere scent of him causes butterflies in my stomach. I get annoyed at my body’s reaction to him. Why can’t I feel that way about Jordan instead?
***
The next morning comes around, and Howard is nowhere to be seen. I find myself looking for him, and when I don’t find him in the house, I look outside. There are still humans at the edge of the property, but this morning, I don’t see any police officers in the kitchen, so maybe they are done with questioning everyone. I eat breakfast with Brody and Zoe, along with the couple who do all the domestic stuff—I forget their names. I sit at the table for a little too long, hoping Howard will come in. I can’t see or smell any trace of him this morning, maybe he’s gone off the property or is still in his room. I find a deck area and sit out on a metal chair. It’s freezing. There’s frost on the ground, and the warm air coming from my mouth is visible as it hits the cold air. I must have been sitting there for a good half an hour when I see him coming through the trees. His chest is bare, despite the cold. He must have gone for a run. So, it’s one rule for him and another for the rest of us. I roll my eyes as he walks up looking all sexy. I turn away as he approaches. I hear the sound of material scuffing against his skin, and my heart drops a little knowing that he’s covered himself up. He clears his throat. It’s almost painful not to turn and give him the attention he clearly wants from me. But I hold out, forcing him to speak.
‘Willow.’ I turn to look at him, my face impassive and devoid of any emotion, a simple raise of my brow in question. ‘You can go for a run now, but not alone. You must have at least one person with you at all times, and you stay to the back of the property, away from the police.’
‘You went alone,’ is all I say.
‘That’s different!’
‘Why?’ It’s not a query, but a challenge. I dare him to say it’s because I’m a kid or a woman and I need protecting. Disappointingly he doesn’t.
‘Speak to Jared about that, not my rules,’ he states just as abruptly as I spoke to him.
‘Oh, that’s okay. I’m sure Jordan will be more than happy to take me in the woods.’ My words and their double meaning hit the mark, and he growls from deep in his throat.
‘Stay the fuck away from Jordan, or any fucking male for that matter.’
I frown and curl my lip. ‘And why should I do that?’
‘Don’t fucking push me, Willow!’
‘Or what, Howard? Why can’t I go out with Jordan?’ His fists are clenching and unclenching as he stands, staring me down in my seat. The back door opens, and I smell Jordan in the air before I hear him walking up behind me.
‘Hey, sugar,’ he calls out to me. I turn and smile at him as Howard almost loses his self-control in front of me. ‘You want to head out early?’ Jordan asks, a huge smile on his face. Before I get a word out, Howard has rounded the chair and is standing between Jordan and the back of the chair, blocking my view and my reply.
‘Willow won’t be going anywhere with you today, or any day actually. She isn’t leaving the property.’
‘Jared said it was okay,’ came Jordan’s confused reply. I yank on the back of Howard’s shirt. But he grasps my hand in his and holds me still.
‘Well, things have changed.’
‘It was just now that I spoke to him so—’
‘Jordan, the answer is no, so fuck off. I won’t tell you again.’
I’m more than a little disappointed when I hear the door close and realise that Jordan has left without any argument. Howard turns to me, my hand still grasped in his. He rounds the chair and pulls me up to standing before he marches me off toward the woods. I say nothing. Like a complete fool, I hold my tongue. Why? I have no idea because I should be giving him a verbal throw down right now. Instead, I’m following him like a lost little lamb heading to its slaughter. I’m angry, but I’m also desperate to hear what he has to say. And I don’t have to wait long. As soon as we break the tree line, he turns to face me.
‘I don’t like him sniffing around you,’ he grumbles. And I can’t help it, I laugh.
‘That’s what you marched me over here to tell me?’ I try to pull away from him, but he grips my hand tighter.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says almost whispering.
‘I’m afraid you’ll have to sp
eak up, Howard. I could swear you just said you were sorry?’
‘Willow, stop pissing around. I’m fucking sorry okay!’ he snaps
‘Uhh, what exactly are you apologising for Howard? Or is it a sweeping apology for everything you’ve done lately? Am I supposed to just accept it and say great? Now everything’s perfect in my world? Fuck you, Howard.’ I move to pull away from him, but he uses his strength against me and yanks me back, his free hand cups one side of my face as his lips crash down onto mine. It’s not gentle, and I’m frozen as his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip. My mouth opens naturally to let him in, and I moan as his tongue slips against mine. A strange sensation runs through my entire body, and I feel almost like I may pass out. He is all consuming, and I just want everything he is offering. So I take it. As he releases my hand to bring my body closer to his, grasping my waist, the kiss deepens still. My hands come up around his neck, and I run my fingers through his hair. His hands are roaming, one grasping my ass, the other holding my head in place. I moan again as my panties feel the weight of my arousal. His, clear between us, pressed against my stomach. There is no denying it.
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