by Cathryn Fox
“You can tell me later how great I am.”
“And big?” she teases.
“Well, yeah, of course.” I nudge her. “Right now, let’s go get that ice cream?”
We turn and I come face to face with someone I was once very close to.
Jessica’s eyes grow wide when she sees me, and not in a happy sort of way. “Jaxon, long time no see.” Her steely gaze goes from me to Rachel. “Have you heard from Sarah lately?”
As I look at Sarah’s best friend—the girl who stood for us at our wedding—and now blames me for Sarah’s drug use, I say, “Can’t say as I have.”
“Who’s this?” she asks and looks Rachel over.
“This is Rachel.”
“Freshman?” she asks, the disgust behind her words apparent.
“She’s my next door neighbor.”
Jessica angles her head, a smirk on her face when she asks, “You two look like you just finished a sex marathon. So, I don’t think that’s all she is to you.”
I clench down hard enough to break bone. “What she is, Jessica, is none of your business.”
“Maybe not, but it’s definitely Sarah’s business, and we both know why.”
9
Rachel
I sit on my bed, my hands on my laptop keyboard, but the words just aren’t coming. My mind drifts back to this afternoon, from the conversation about Sarah, to the weird meeting with Jessica at the farm market. I have no idea why she seemed so pleased with herself. And really, is it Sarah’s business that I’m with Jaxon? Well, I’m not with him with him. I’m just having a brief affair and she’s the one who’s run off with her dealer. Then again, if I’m going to be around her daughter, it does become her business, right? No matter what the circumstances might be, Sarah is still the mother of the child. Jaxon had made that perfectly clear.
It’s also perfectly clear that while they might be over, he’s never gotten over her. But that’s not my burden to bear, really. We both agreed on a brief affair, for our own personal reasons, and neither one of us is looking for anything more.
A bang in the driveway outside reaches my ears. I slip off my bed and walk to my window. A huge floodlight lights up the area between houses and I glance at Jaxon, who’s working on my car. Beside him, he has a baby monitor, likely to hear Cassie if she wakes up and needs him. My heart warms at that. Jaxon might be a lot of things, might have had a misguided youth, but he’s a great father. I push the window up.
“Can you keep it down, some of us are trying to concentrate.”
My legs go weak when he grins at me, and showcases that sexy dimple that makes me want to remove my panties and throw myself at him.
“How’s it going anyway?” he asks.
I groan, and glance at my laptop. “It’s not.”
He wipes his hands with a rag and leans against my car, crossing his ankles. Could the man have picked a sexier pose. God, now I’m never going to get that out of my head.
“What’s the problem?” he calls up to me.
“I can’t seem to focus.” Dammit, when I moved here I swore I was going to keep my head down and concentrate only on school. Why, oh why, did I have to get involved with my neighbor?
Oh, because he’s hot and you needed to get laid.
I only hope that after time in his bed, I’ll be sexed out, and can refocus on my studies.
“Distracting you, am I?” His sexy grin curls my toes.
I fold my arms and cock my head. “Ego much?”
He laughs, a rich baritone that prowls through my bloodstream and wakes my body. “How about a little incentive?” he asks, a hint of humor in his voice
Dressed in my yoga pants and t-shirt, I lean out a little more. Goosebumps break out on my flesh as I breathe in the cooler night air. “What do you have in mind?”
“How many pages do you have to write?”
“It’s a five-hundred-word essay.”
“Okay, after every one hundred words, text me to let me know you’re done.”
I crinkle my nose, having no idea where he’s going with this. “How is that incentive?”
He wags his eyebrow. “You’ll see.”
“I don’t know, Jaxon,” I say cautiously. What the heck is he up to? I’m not sure, but from the way he’s looking at me, I’d hazard a guess that it’s sexual. Why does that thrill me so much? Jeez, I’m turning into a regular nymphomaniac, like a few of my roommates.
“Tell me what you’re up to first.”
“Nope. But if I were you, I’d start writing, because you’re going to like it.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he says, and I laugh.
“It better be good,” I say as I close the window.
I hurry back to my bed, and place my phone beside me. I do a quick search on some information that I want to verify, then get to work on the first one hundred words. The sound of Jaxon tinkering outside actually brings me a measure of comfort. I like him close, and that’s well…probably not a good thing.
As I listen to him work, I begin my paper, and before I know it, I have the first one hundred words written. I’m on a bit of a roll, and could keep going but I’m too anxious to see what Jaxon is up to.
I’m done, I text.
I wait for his response, my heart pounding as three little ellipses flash on my screen. Then his text comes in, a link to something.
I frown, a bit confused, and slip from the bed and walk to my window. I inch it up and search the driveway. A movement just outside the floodlight catches my attention, and I squint to adjust to the darkness. I make out Jaxon’s silhouette in the dark. Why is he hiding in the shadows? I listen, and I’m sure I hear the hiss of his zipper. No freaking way is he doing what I think he’s doing! Yeah, okay, so it totally turned me on when he stroked himself, lacking any sort of modesty as he rubbed his long length while keeping his blue eyes trained on me. I’d never seen a guy do that before. I do a quick search of the street. He’s veiled by darkness. No one walking buy would see him, but still what he’s doing is risky, inappropriate…exciting.
“Jaxon,” I whisper, and glance at the link he’d sent me. I click on it, and nearly bite off my tongue when it takes me directly to a dirty video. “Ohmigod,” I say, a little too loudly. When Jaxon’s chuckle reaches my ears, I glance over my shoulder to make sure my deadbolt is in place.
I watch the video for a second, take in the guy stroking himself as a naked girl on the bed beckons him. I drag my attention from the screen and search out Jaxon. I hear a grunt, then another and I lean out further.
My phone pings and I glance at the screen.
Like what you see?
I text back. Yeah, but you’re crazy!
He sends me a laughing emoticon, then texts, Pause the video, and back to work.
With my blood racing and my pulse beating wildly at my neck I do as he says and hurry to my bed. As the image of Jaxon masturbating flashes through my mind, I quickly read over my first one-hundred words and get the next few paragraphs down. I grab my phone, and my fingers race over the screen.
Done.
Stay on your bed, put the movie back on and watch it for two minutes.
I read his text, then hit play on the movie. The camera has zeroed in on the naked woman, on her sex to be exact. Her hands slide down her body and she touches herself, spreading her lips wide for her lover. The man drops down, runs his tongue over her, then slides a finger high inside her as she rubs her clit.
Oh. My. God. As I blink, stare, and blink some more, Jaxon’s text comes in.
That’s what I’m going to do to you when you get your paper done. But that’s not all. We’re going to reenact the entire scene. Now turn it off, and get the next hundred words done.
Holy Hell!
I resist the urge to touch myself and set the phone beside me, the video on pause. Cripes, I’ve never watched porn before. I mean, I dipped my toes in once when I clicked on that pop-up link on my laptop, curio
sity getting the better of me. But I ended up with a computer virus which crashed my computer, and ended my venture into voyeurism. God, I hope I don’t get another virus. Then again, Jaxon wouldn’t send me to an infected website. Maybe he has a subscription to the place or something.
I rush to get my next words done, more interested in the video than I ever thought I would be. Then again, maybe it’s not so much the video, but the reenactment that’s to come later.
Done.
Baby, we’re just getting started
That brings a smile to my face.
Now press play and watch for five minutes.
I do as he says, and after the guy finishes tonguing his girl, he slides his cock inside her. My breathing changes, becomes deeper as I watch. I jump from my bed and go to my window. Jaxon is back under the light, his phone in his hand. He glances up when he sees me, then shows me his screen. He’s watching the video right along with me. I find that oddly titillating.
The guy fucks the girl on the bed, and pulls out just as my five minutes are up.
Okay, back to work. Get another hundred done, and then you get to watch the next five minutes.
I whip through the next one hundred, even though my thoughts are racing a million miles an hour. I get the words down and grab my phone.
Done.
You’re getting faster.
Motivation
He sends me a grinning emoticon, then texts, watch for five more minutes.
With my fingers practically shaking, I hit play. In the video, the guy flips the girl over, and ties her to the bedpost. She’s writhing and moaning, and there is a part of me that clenches up. I’m not sure I could ever be restrained like that. Not after surviving an abusive relationship. I’d feel too vulnerable, too out of control. He puts a pillow under her hips, lifting her ass to him, and I audibly gasp, loud enough for Jaxon to hear it.
You okay in there?
I read the text and take in a big breath and let it out slowly. I’m actually touched at the way he’s checking in on me. When I don’t answer, another text comes in.
I won’t tie you up. I won’t do anything you don’t want. You have to know that by now.
Okay is all I send back.
Finish your last words, and just know what you watch next, yeah, I’m definitely going to that to you. I’m going to claim every inch of you, baby. I’m going to fuck every part of you before this ends between us.
My heart gives one big heavy beat at the reminder of the time line—that this affair comes with an expiration date—but I shake my head to clear it. This is sex only, Rachel. Sex that you so desperately want…need.
I pause the video, and type the conclusion to my paper. I want to get back to Jaxon and the video, but I need to read it over at least once. Something tells me I’m going to be pre-occupied for the rest of the night and won’t get a chance. Working hard to keep my focus, I go over the paper, make a few tweaks, then save it. I grin, rather pleased with my work, and the way Jaxon has been motivating me. I grab my phone.
Done
About time. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m ready to blow, but I want to be inside you when I do.
My entire body vibrates, and I’m practically quaking on my bed.
Now watch the video for five more minutes, then get your sweet ass over here.
I’m breathing so hard, I’m sure I’m going to hyperventilate as I click play. The man on the screen, climbs over the sprawled and tied woman, grabs some lubricant, and inserts a finger into her ass.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whisper. Does Jaxon plan to do that to me? I’m not sure if I’m thrilled or terrified by the idea. I stare, shocked as he slowly performs the intimate act, and I’m a hot mess of nerves when he enters her completely. I drop my phone, my panties so damp, I’ll have to change before I go to Jaxon’s. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should let him know what this all did to me. Deciding to leave my panties on, I bound from the bed, unlock my door and hurry outside. When I reach the driveway, I glance around, but Jaxon is nowhere to be found. The light on his front steps is on, so I hurry to his door.
I lift my hand to knock, but the door swings open. We stand there staring at each other for a moment, then he lifts his hand and presses a finger to his lips.
“Cassie?” I whisper.
“She’s asleep. We’ll need to be quiet.”
After that video and the dirty things this man texted to me, I’m not sure I can be quiet.
“Jaxon,” I whisper, about to tell him that when he shifts his stance and goes as still as still as a stealth soldier, his eyes locked on mine. My heart practically stops. I’ve never seen him so intense before.
“I want you,” he says. “I want every inch of you. But before I take you to my room, tell me I can have that, Rach.”
I swallow against a tight throat, not sure I can get the words out, so I nod, ready to do almost all of those things on the video.
“Say it,” he growls through clenched teeth. “I need to hear you say it.”
I have no idea what’s come over him, but I have to admit, I like it. “You can have every inch of me,” I say.
In a fast move that takes me by surprise, I’m in his arms, and he’s carrying me to his room, locking the door behind us. He sets me down, and backs me up until I’m pressed against the wall. His lips come down over mine as he grabs my arms and holds them over my head. He keeps them there with one hand as the other slides down my body, between my breasts.
He pushes his cock against me, letting me know he’s as turned on as I am. I move against him, massage his erection with my body. He groans.
“Cut it out, or this will be over before it starts.”
“I guess the movie got to you?” I say quietly.
“No, baby,” he whispers. “The thoughts of you in my bed tonight is what got to me.” He stands back, and his gaze slowly slides the length of me. He scrubs his face, his gaze full of want. “I need you naked. I need to see all of you.”
My heart jumps. Honest to God, no man has ever looked at me with such need and hunger before. I reach for the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. Jaxon’s eyes latch onto my breasts, my nipples hard and visible though the lace bra. A quake moves through me as he sheds his own t-shirt and reaches for the button on his jeans. He strips quickly, and I take him in. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man.
“Keep going,” he orders in a soft tone. I grip the sides of my yoga pants, give a little extra wiggle to my hips as I shimmy them down my legs. He breathes deeply, and points at my panties. “Give me them.”
I slide them down, slowly lift one foot and then the other. He holds one hand out, and I toss them to him. He rubs the material between his thumb and finger. “So nice and wet for me.”
“Jaxon,” I groan, desperate for his touch.
“Spread your legs, show me that wet pussy.”
OMG.
I widen my legs, and he comes close to me, dropping to his knees before me. “Open up babe, let me see.”
I reach down and spread my wet lips, and his hot breath washes over my clit as he groans in delight. How is it this man makes me feel so important, like I’m the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world?
He flicks his tongue out to taste me, and my legs go weak as he circles my clit. I moan and reach for him when he goes back on his heels.
“On the bed,” he says, and I practically run across the room. His chuckle reaches my ears. I take in his beauty as he comes toward me, his hand on his cock.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “This is way better than in the movie you sent me.”
“Open your legs, touch yourself for me.”
Eager to see his reaction, I slide my hand down to stroke my sopping wet sex.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, as he rubs his cock harder. I briefly close my eyes, and tilt my head back as pleasure races through me. “Feel good, Rach?” he asks, his voice so soft, and sweet m
y eyes open.
“Yes,” I murmur, and apply more pressure to my clit.
He drops to his knees by the bed, grips my legs and pulls until their dangling. He shimmies in closer, positioning himself between my legs. “Keep rubbing your hot pussy for me. It’s making me so goddamn hard.”
I rub and swirl my fingers through my slick heat, his words urging me on and exciting me. “You like that, babe? You like knowing what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I say, and slide my finger lower to insert it into my quaking sex.
“Motherfucker,” he murmurs, and a half laugh, half moan catches in my throat. “Oh, yeah, you really like fucking with me, don’t you?”
“I like fucking you,” I say, my bold words surprising me.
Jaxon stands, grips my hips and lifts until my sex is lined up with his. “I like fucking you, too,” he says and in one fluid movement, he’s high inside me, thrusting hard and deep, filling me so beautifully, I nearly cry out. Stifling my moan, I grip the sheets, and curl them in my fingers as he pumps.
“So good,” I murmur.
“Yeah,” he agrees. He bends over me, and with his cock still inside me, he shifts us until I’m centered on the bed. He pulls his cock out, and presses his mouth to my sex. He eats at me, and I squirm, my body on hyper drive. One hand slides under my ass, and I stiffen when his fingers rub my puckered opening.
“Jaxon,” I murmur. “I never…”
He lifts his head, and his mouth is wet from my juices. “I know,” he says quietly. “I’m just going to touch you. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
I nod and relax back into the mattress. His mouth is back on my sex, his tongue lapping at my aching clit as he slowly plays with my back passage. I move against him, and suck in a breath when he slowly presses into me. It’s a strange feeling, but I think I might like it. He nibbles my clit and slides lower to push his tongue inside me. My fingers go to my clit, and the triple assault of his finger in my ass, his tongue inside me, and my hands on my clit, push me over the edge. My body lets go, and I come all over his hungry mouth.
