Filthy 5: A Dark Erotic Serial

by Martin, Megan D.

  He was looking at me. His gaze raw and open. There was hurt, want, lust. All of it swam together there. It was so intense, so deep that I couldn’t look away. I was powerless against him.

  “I’ll break this time. You watching, kiddo?”

  I jerked my gaze away and focused on Roger’s movements. It became easier once the game progressed. It turned out I wasn’t a natural at pool. In fact I was pretty freaking terrible at it. Rhett was incredibly good and Roger was carrying our team. Sarah didn’t do so bad, at least not compared to me, who tended to miss the white ball, or whatever it was called.

  Cayden came over to me about halfway through the game. It was Roger’s turn to shoot, we only had two solid colored balls left, before the eight ball.

  “Hey Faye.”

  I smiled at Cayden. He was the most chilled out of the guys, easiest to talk to for sure, though I wouldn’t say the same for his fiancé. She had this strange stuck up air about her and had hardly said two words to me all night.

  “Hey.” I took a sip of my drink while I watched Roger line up his shot.

  “I know you’ve been taking things slow at home and everything, but I think the work you’ve done with helping Rhett and everything has been really phenomenal.”

  I glanced up and him and blushed. No one had ever complimented me on my work effort, at least nothing that didn’t have to do with riding cock or sucking dick. “I only found one thing in the bank records, but that doesn’t mean it will go anywhere.”

  He smiled. “It’s not about finding things, it’s about being dedicated enough to look.” He paused. “Anyway, I know you have personal interest in the case, but I have a feeling that you really have knack for this kind of work. It’s tedious and kind of boring at times, but it’s not too shabby, right?”

  I eyed him curiously. “Yeah, I don’t dislike it.”

  A smile tweaked the corner of his lips. He was a good looking man, in more of the traditional way. His hair was blonder than Rhett’s, his face freshly shaved. It was one of those faces that graced the pages of magazines. “I’d like you to come work for me. I’ve been looking for a new assistant at the firm, and I think you would be great for the job.”

  Everything seemed to stop around me. He’s offering me a job? “But I don’t have my high school diploma.” The minute the words left my lips I regretted them. Why did I have to go and say that? Fuck.

  He nodded. “I know that. I figured it could be something you could work on while you worked at the firm. You wouldn’t have to come on full-time. Just part time for now until you get your GED squared away.”

  “Squared away,” I repeated, my mind running a hundred miles per hour.

  “You don’t have to answer me yet. Just think about it. I’m gonna talk to Rhett about it too.”

  I nodded absently. He patted me on the shoulder. “You’re up.”

  I glanced up and realized everyone was looking at me expectantly. It was my turn. I moved over and lined up with the white ball, my head reeling with the Cayden’s offer. I might have a job. A real legitimate job and go back to school! It all just seemed to good to be true.

  “Here, no, let me show you,” Roger said coming around behind me just before I went to make a shot. I moved to hand him my stick, but he waved me away and stood behind me, moving my arms so that he was pressed into me from behind, his hands guiding mine. “You hold it like this. Now see, you have a really great shot at the 4 ball right here. But you need to hit it on the right side, which means you have to hit the cue ball right here.” He pressed in closer as he pointed to the upper side of the cue ball. He was much bigger than me, his hips practically engulfing mine. I could feel his cock against my ass, He wasn’t hard by any means, but I could still feel him.

  Something warmed inside me.

  “Okay, now try again.” He moved away from me before I could say anything. I did as he said and the 4 ball went right into the right corner pocket.

  “Oh my gosh, it went in!” I bounced and whirled around to face Roger, smiling. Good fortune seemed to have turned my way all of the sudden—in more than one way.

  “See, kiddo! I knew you could do it.” He put his arm around my shoulder and smiled lazily down at me. “You’re a natural.”

  “We’re done after this game.”

  The hostility in Rhett’s voice jerked my attention away from Roger.

  “Aww man, don’t go home yet, we’re just starting to have fun,” Cayden complained from where he and Katie sat at the closest table.

  “Yeah, hun, why do we have leave already?” Sarah asked in a whiney voice.

  “Because I said so.” He pulled away from the arm Sarah had wrapped around his waist.

  “Your brother sure is a moody ass,” Roger whispered into my ear.

  A small smile curved my lips. He sure was and I had a feeling I knew why he was being so moody. He was jealous. He didn’t like Cayden talking to me or Roger touching me—Rhett was transparent, like clear glass. But what did he really expect from me? I didn’t belong to him. And he didn’t belong to me either. The latter disturbed me more than anything. The image of him fucking Sarah sprouted in my mind, the way his hips slapped against hers, the way he moaned when he came. It ripped through my head like an ax, sending a giggle bursting from my lips.

  I leaned into Roger. “Yeah, he’s always like that.” I bit my lip while I stared up into his eyes. The maneuver wasn’t necessary, in fact I didn’t have to say anything, but I wanted Rhett to see it. I wanted him to hurt like he’d hurt me. I wanted to rip him open and feed him his own insides. Show him what they really tasted like. What it felt like to watch the person you loved be with someone else.

  Love?

  I don’t love him, do I?

  “We’re leaving now.” Rhett’s hand gripped my forearm, surprising me.

  “What? We haven’t finished—”

  “I’m ready to leave.” He cut me off, dragging me toward the door. I glanced around to see everyone staring at the two of us in shock, even Sarah’s mouth hung open. “Come on Sarah.”

  “Oh, right. Sorry you guys.” She grabbed her jacket and hurried after us.

  The last face I saw was Roger’s and I waited until we were out of the bar before I let the smile creep onto my face. It shouldn’t have mattered that my stupid plan worked. All I’d done was smile and whisper to Roger and it ate Rhett alive. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would do if I fucked Roger and he had to watch like I had to watch him and Sarah.

  What would he do then? Would he be angry?

  I wanted to find out.

  SIX

  Faye.

  I laid in bed. The sheets were soft, nice. Nicer than the silent, tension-filled ride home I’d just experienced. I’d expected Rhett to talk, to say something, anything. But he hadn’t.

  Sarah hadn’t either. And it made me wonder if I had missed something. If maybe the things I thought about what happened back at the bar were wrong. That maybe I was making things out to be more about me than they were.

  That would be my luck, of course. Maybe I imagined all of it. The way Rhett looked at me.

  Maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe I had made it all up in my head. This conspiracy, this certainty that he loved me. Maybe I expected him to want me because his father had. Was that what it was? That I needed it, wanted it. This forbidden relationship. Was I just fucked up and seeing things that weren’t there?

  Why would he want you after what he saw?

  I tried to push that thought away because it hurt the most. It ripped at my insides like nothing else ever had. Not even Taylor’s knife had been so painful.

  No. Don’t do this.

  I pushed the thoughts away and thought about the way Roger had pressed against me, showing me how to play pool. The move was innocent enough. His cock wasn’t even hard, but it was big, I could tell.

  In a quick movement, I pushed my pajama shorts and panties down. I hadn’t touched myself since it happened. Since I was with Taylor on that bathroom fl
oor a few months ago. I had all but avoided myself down there. But not tonight.

  I wanted to cum. I needed to. My body was suddenly thrumming with desire that hadn’t been there for so long. It was something more too, it was something that I wanted to show Rhett. I wanted to show him that I didn’t need him. I didn’t need him in my head, in my body. I didn’t need him at all.

  I brushed my fingers against my clit and had to bite back a moan. I pushed the image of Roger pressed up against me from behind into my head just as I pushed my fingers into my cunt. I was naked against the pool table, his cock inside me, pounding into me. His hips pistoning. It was enough. I could have this. The orgasm that was building deep inside me.

  I moved my fingers faster.

  Roger would grip my hips. He would moan my name, because I was good and he never wanted anyone as much as me. That’s what he would say. My nipples pressed against the green surface of the table.

  I reached up and jerked my spaghetti strap down, freeing my tits. I played with my nipples, the peaks hard, stiff against my fingertips.

  I was going to cum. It was there. I hovered just on the surface, dangling over the precipice of ecstasy. But it wouldn’t happen.

  I bit down on my lip and moved my fingers faster, deeper. I thrust my hips up, taking more. But it wasn’t enough.

  I imagined Roger flipping me over, his big hands pressing me down on that green mauve surface. I looked into his dark eyes. They were full of wonder. Wonder? I shook my head back and forth and moved my fingers faster. But it wouldn’t happen. That look prolonged it. I couldn’t come with him looking at me like that. I needed more. Something else.

  But then his face twisted and I saw it, just what I wanted. Hate. Roger’s handsome face morphed into that of a monster, seething, staring down at me with disdain. He fucked me harder. Punishing me. I deserved it. Punishment. All of it.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Hate me. Fucking hate me.” I was about to boil over the edge escape from reality for that blissful ecstatic moment. But the door to my room flew open, making me jump.

  Rhett appeared there in the doorway, closing the door behind him quickly. The dim light of a small lamp was all that lit my little space, but it was enough. He froze in his tracks when he turned to look at me. I could imagine what he saw. My legs tangled in the sheets, my fingers between my thighs my tits half exposed by my shirt.

  I thought he would leave, maybe. Be disgusted by the sight of me. But he didn’t. He stood just inside my room, his eyes all over me. Those green eyes that made my skin heat. I’d never felt a man’s gaze, not quite like his. Not even the way Taylor used to look at me—before things went to shit—could compare. It was like Rhett wanted to consume me. To eat me from the inside out. Devour me until there was nothing left.

  Before I knew what I was doing my fingers were moving against my slick folds, making tingling circles around my clit. I tried to bite back another moan but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look away from Rhett either. It wasn’t just his eyes. The white muscle shirt was stretched tight across his roped chest and his boxer briefs didn’t hide his cock. It was thick and hard, pressed against the fabric that tried to cage it.

  “Is that for me?” The words come out breathless.

  His gaze followed mine down to his cock. He palmed it with one hand and I let out a moan. He took a step toward me, still gripping himself. “I thought you were having another nightmare.”

  He seemed to want to justify himself. His reasoning. Why he was here in my bedroom in the middle of the night, gripping his erection while I fingered myself. It was almost laughable. I would have laughed if my pussy wasn’t so fucking wet.

  “I’ve never seen your cock.” The thought came to me just as I spoke the words. Even after all the sexual encounters we’d had, it had always been me who was exposed, never him, raw and open. Visible to me.

  He gripped himself harder, the gray fabric stretching tight over the thick tip. I chewed on my lip, moving my fingers faster. “God, I need to cum.” My words were whimper.

  “When was the last time?” He moved closer. His legs less than a foot away from the edge of the bed.

  “The last time I got off?”

  “Yes.”

  I couldn’t remember. “A long time ago.”

  And then he pulled it out. The fabric of the boxer briefs stretching until his thick erect member bounced free. The sight made me moan. I’d seen a lot of cocks in my life, hell, that was a fucking understatement, but seeing Rhett’s was different. His was the only cock I’d ever wanted to see. How many nights had I lain awake and wondered what he would look like, what he would taste like? So many I couldn’t count. Even when I laid out in that field as a homeless prostitute there had been nights when Rhett would fill my mind.

  And he was even more perfect that I imagined, bigger, thicker. His cock protruded from trimmed dark blond hair. A thick vein pulsed through his circumcised length.

  “Do you like Roger?”

  His words shocked me and I twisted my head back to look at Rhett’s face.

  “What are you talking about?” And why are you asking me now—when my cunt is dripping for you and your dick is hard and out just feet away from me?

  “Tonight in the bar.” He clamped his lips down as if he had more to say, but physically had to restrain himself.

  “Why?” I moved my arms, propping myself up until I was sitting. My arousal left a shiny wet trail up the side of my leg and on the side of my half-exposed belly. Rhett’s eyes latched onto it, following my fingers. I didn’t miss the way his cock kicked.

  “I want to know.”

  “You’re jealous.”

  “No, I—”

  “Maybe I do.” I cut him off and tugged at my shirt until it was off over my head and I was naked before him. Maybe it was wrong to goad him, but I didn’t care, not at this point. All I wanted right now was to cum. And I wanted Rhett to cum too. I wanted to watch the thick ropes squirt from the tip of his cock. I wanted to taste it.

  “He’s not good enough for you.” His hand was still on his cock, moving slowly back and forth.

  “Oh yeah?” I slid my fingers back to my pussy, moaning at the contact. “Maybe he is. I’ll be seeing him a lot more now that Cayden offered me a job at the firm.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah.”

  “A job?” His eyes glazed over as he watched me, his hand moving faster.

  “Who’s good enough for me, Rhett?” I arched my back, diverting his attention from the job prospect. I knew how it looked, my body contorted on the bed, my breasts pressed up.

  “I—I—”

  “Tell me,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider so he would have a better view.

  His hand moved quicker, faster, up and down his length. The movement was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.

  I never got to hear his answer because the orgasm shattered through me like a capsizing wave. A rough hand pressed over my mouth, stifling the sound just as I felt the hot lash of cum against my shoulder. I turned my head in time to see another jet of the white semen burst from the tip of Rhett’s thick cock.

  The sight was more than I expected and my orgasm rolled into another as I stared him, his hard cock squirting cum on me, his hand clamped over my lips, the muscles in his arms flexing, threatening the burst from his skin.

  “Fuck,” he moaned as he released me. I missed his hand instantly. The rough press of his fingers on my lips. I realized it was the only place he touched since he came in here.

  He took a step back, his cock starting to go limp. A drop of cum still clung to the tip and I wanted to lick it off. I sat up and started to move toward him. I wonder how soon I can get him hard again?

  But as my feet touched the floor I glanced up at his face and what I saw there froze me. Pity. It was back, swamping his features, destroying everything that was previously there.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Don’t do that.”

  “I’m sorry, Faye.”

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bsp; And I didn’t know what he was apologizing for, looking at me like he was, or for what we had just done.

  “Don’t say that.”

  He glanced around at my room like he didn’t know how he got there and jerked his boxer briefs up. “I shouldn’t be here.”

  “But you are.” I stood up, his cum still warm on my arm.

  “And, fuck, I shouldn’t be.”

  “You liked it.” I stopped just in front of him. I wouldn’t let him do this. I just wanted the pity to go away. I wanted him to look at me like he did a minute ago. How a man looks at a woman, at his equal. That’s all I fucking wanted. Not like a pathetic pitied child that no one wanted.

  “I’m sorry, Faye, after everything you’ve been through.” He sighed. “God, I’m just so fucking sorry.”

  “No.” I reached out to touch him but he moved away toward the door, as if touching me would infect him, burn him, destroy him. As if his cum wasn’t cooling on my arm. As if the last five minutes hadn’t transpired. “Rhett, please…”

  But he was gone, shutting the door before I could finish my sentence and I was alone in my room again. I wished that I was strong. That I crawled back into bed and went to sleep, not giving a fuck about Rhett or anything else.

  But I didn’t. Instead I collapsed there on the floor, the stickiness of him cum rubbing off on the carpet while I cried.

  SEVEN

  Rhett.

  I’m a foolish man.

  I’d been repeating those words in my head. Over and over. Since I left Faye in her room one month ago with my cum drying on her skin—my cock hardening for her again. I didn’t want what happened between us.

  Fuck yes you did.

  I tried to squash the thought, but I couldn’t. It was the truth. I had wanted it. It was why it occupied every moment of my spare time. It was why I jerked off alone in the shower and didn’t fuck my girlfriend. It was why I worked tirelessly on a case I didn’t get paid for.

  It was why I went to work now. Because she was there. At my job. Cayden’s assistant. I hadn’t wanted her to work there. Not at first. I hadn’t wanted her to leave the apartment and go out into the real world and have a job. I didn’t want the world to see her. Was that wrong of me, to want to keep her to myself?