by M Dauphin
“Fuck you, huh?” He says, walking towards me. Slowly spreading my knees, he pushes himself against me. I can feel the head of his dick at my opening and I moan. “Like that, Harp?” He reaches down and circles my clit.
“Shit,” I hiss, grabbing on to the sides of the counter. His eyes trained on mine, he continues to tease me and grin while he watches me fall apart under his hands.
“It shouldn’t feel this good yet,” I murmur as I feel the start of my orgasm coming on.
“Trust me, Harp. This is just the beginning.” He slams his lips to mine, muffling my cry as he slams into me. Grabbing my ass, we stay together as he walks us back to his bedroom. There’s a minute of pure silence as he holds me there, staring at the bed while I try to adjust to his size and I wonder what he’s thinking.
If it’s ‘this is a bad idea’, he’s far too gone to be able to care about that anymore.
“On the bed.” He whispers, setting me down on my feet. “Knees.”
His command comes out so strict that a tingle runs down my spine.
I grin at him, then turn around and crawl up the mattress, resting on my elbows, my knees firmly planted to the bed. Hearing his growl of approval, I grin to myself. When the bed dips behind me, I prepare myself for his touch, but it doesn’t come.
“Do you know what I’d like to do to this ass, Harper?” I feel his breath on my backside and tense up.
“What?” I whisper, still tense as fuck. No one goes there, but now that he is I’m terrified that I’m going to enjoy it way too much.
“So much,” he says, then gently starts placing kisses up and down my spine. I can feel his erection against my ass and grin, grinding back towards him.
“Condom,” he whispers, his lips leaving my back and his entire body shifting away from me, leaving me feeling cold. When the bed dips I grin and wiggle my hips, still on full display for him.
“Goddammit,” he curses before his hands start roaming my ass. When his fingers start circling my core and slowly dip in I gasp, instinctively tightening around him. “Greedy, are we?” I hear the slight smile in his words, the amusement that I’m sure he’s getting from this. We’ve been fighting these feelings for so long; now that this is finally happening I’m unable to wait any longer.
“Just fuck me,” I moan. He chuckles at my demand. His fingers slip out of me and in one steady thrust he’s inside me.
“Fuck,” he moans, pausing before he starts pulling back out.
Each thrust, each sound, each time his hand comes down on my ass I’m brought closer and closer to release.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I pant, feeling my release start to build rapidly. He can feel me tightening around him and as he thrusts harder and harder, he leans down, swiping my hair to one side and biting down on the side of my neck gently.
“Ah, fuck!” That one motherfucking spot does me in.
“Come, Harper.” His words whispered in my ear right before he snakes his hand down to rub my clit with perfect pressure sends me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I know I’m still screaming obscenities, but nothing is stopping me now that this orgasm has taken over. He’s still fucking me; he’s still adoring my body like he should.
He’s still going.
Hard.
“Shit that was hot,” he growls, his hands roaming down my back. “On your side.”
I turn my head back and smile at him seductively as I shift to my hip. How in the fuck people in movies make this look normal is beyond me, but I feel so fucking awkward doing it.
He takes my free leg and brings it up to his shoulder, running his hands up and down my thighs.
“Much better.” He grins and looks down to where we’re connected. “I like to see you when I’m fucking you.”
The next morning I wake up sated and sore. I have eight hours still until I have to be at work and I have half a mind just to stay in bed today. Last night was nothing short of amazing. Twice in one night Knox brought me to orgasms more intense than I’ve ever experienced, then I had to go to work right afterwards, spending my entire shift daydreaming about him. I spilled three bottles of beer and attempted to clean it off the crotch of one of the men.
Never, in my life, have I pulled something like that.
I got home about an hour ago and haven’t really slept since. He kissed me goodnight right before I left for work and threw me off my game. I was under the impression it was pure carnal desire that brought us together, but we didn’t just fuck. It was pure need. We both had something the other needed. It wasn’t love making; there was nothing sweet about what we did last night but it was the most connected I’ve ever felt to another human being.
And that scares the fuck out of me.
I hear my phone ringing from the living room and want nothing more than to ignore it, but it’s Leigh’s ringtone.
Sighing and wrapping my sheet around me, I pad to the living room, having already missed the call. I wrap the sheet around me a little more, bunching it up as I curl into the couch and call him back.
“Hey,” he says, sleepily.
“What’re you calling me this early for?” I’m talking in a hushed tone, but it’s very possible it’s also my post orgasm breathy voice that sets him off.
“Oh come on, Harper. You didn’t, did you?!”
“Shh.” I huff and roll my eyes. “Stop. Why are you calling me so early?”
I hear him sigh and curse away from the phone. What’s his deal today?
“It’s ticket day, Harp. We had plans to meet at the Pageant?”
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “Fuck, Leigh! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Ending the call, I hop off the couch and run across the apartment towards my bedroom, slamming straight into Knox, coming around the corner. He takes one look at me and grins.
“We really need to keep up with this tradition,” he says, eyeing my naked body. Fuck. “Next time maybe we’ll both be on the same train of thought though.” He chuckles and winks at me, and as much as I could go for another round right about now, I can’t let my best friend down.
“I’m late, I’m sorry,” I say in a rush as I push past him.
“Always late. A calendar and an alarm would do you well, Harp!” I hear him yell from the kitchen as I scramble for clothes. Running out of my room, tying my hair up, I stop and stare at him. So. Fucking. Sexy.
“Why do you call me that?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips. Every time he says it I get a flutter in my chest I shouldn’t get. It means nothing.
“Just easy. Short. Cute. Why?” He’s grinning at me with his mussed up hair and pajama bottoms laying low on his hips. Those hips…oh my hell.
“Mmmmm,” I mumble, licking my lips as I stare straight into the ‘V’ that makes all girls lose brain cells.
He barks out a laugh and my eyes go wide.
“That was out loud wasn’t it?” I say, shoving my hands in front of my face.
“Yep,” He says, smiling and laughing it off. Walking past me on his way back to his room, coffee cup in hand, he stops just next to me. “Bye, Harper,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to tuck away a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes locked on to mine and I feel like he could go in for a kiss but he doesn’t. He sighs and shakes his head, then continues on to his room.
What the hell?
By the time I make it to the theatre the line is already down the street.
“Took ya long enough,” Leigh grumbles as I approach. There’s a decent line in front of him but it looks like the majority of the line is behind him. All these lines, all this rushing, and all of it could have been done from the comfort of my apartment. Sans clothes.
“I don’t understand why we can’t just buy them online like everyone else in the world. I shrug and take my place next to him, gaining the glares I was expecting from the few people directly behind them.
“We’ve been doing this for years, Harper. Don’t make it seem like it’s all of a sudden a hindrance on your lifestyle.” He rolls his ey
es and walks forward as the line starts to move. “I can’t believe you,” he mutters.
“Excuse me? I’m not certain I’ve heard you correctly. You can’t believe me?”
We don’t fight much, but suddenly I feel my talons are out and I’m ready to attack. He shakes his head and lightly chuckles, pissing me off even more. “What the fuck did I do to deserve that?”
“Really? You need me to spell it out?!” He spins and glares at me. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”
I hold his glare and sense everyone around us quieting down. I don’t want to fight with him. I don’t want him to think badly of me. I did nothing wrong.
“Leigh, chill. It was a one-time thing,” I say, huffing. Actually, I really hope it wasn’t a one-time thing. I really hope it happens again…and again.
“You live by one rule, Harper. You broke it. Also, newsflash, Knox is my boyfriend’s boss…do you know what type of weird position that puts me in? What happens when you get pissed at him and try kicking him out at three in the morning?!” He’s pissed, but I can’t help but smile at him.
“You remembered that?” I grin. “You were so drunk and we’ve never talked about it since.”
“Fuck yes I remember it! You put my underwear on the neighbor’s porch!”
I laugh and he can’t help it anymore, breaking into a huge smile. That night he was so smashed and so mean that I figured throwing him out was a great idea. The words that came out of his mouth about my mom hurt, and as true as they were, I knew it was the alcohol talking. Still, it didn’t stop me from throwing his prized underwear collection out.
“I don’t want to be happy with you right now, bitch.” He grabs my arm as we move forward in line again. “But I can’t be mad at you, either. He is one fine specimen. I guess I’m just jealous of you a tiny bit.” He shakes his head and I laugh. This is the easy banter between us that I love. Drama and hate and anger don’t bode well with me. Especially when they are coming out of my best friend.
“So how’s living with John going?” I nudge his hip as we walk and lay my head on his shoulder. He sighs and shrugs
“Great. It’s going awesome. I’m just worried something’s going to come in and screw shit up.”
“Leigh, you’ve been with him forever. Nothing’s going to break you two. If you guys can’t make it, then none of us have a chance.”
I smile and hug him, making him groan as I squeeze him as tight as I can.
“Where’d you run off to this morning?” Knox asks as soon as I get in the apartment door. I wanted to grab lunch with Leigh after we finally got through the line, but he has something going on this afternoon with his parents. He invited me, and as much as I love his parents for saving me when I had nowhere to go, I’m not about to spend an entire day over there when I could be here sleeping.
“Ticket run,” I mumble, heading straight for the hot, fresh coffee. “You drink coffee all day?” I eye him over the rim of my mug as I let the warmth flow through me.
“Ticket?” He looks perplexed, and fuck if it isn’t adorably sexy on him.
“Tickets. You know, the things that you buy to get into places?”
“Tickets to where?”
“The Pageant?” The minute the words come out of my mouth I see him instantly tense up.
What the fuck is that all about?
“The Pageant.” I set my coffee cup down and shift onto the counter, letting my legs dangle off it. I see his eyes flick to my bare legs, but his jaw tenses at the same time as his eyes return to mine.
“What’s at the Pageant?”
“Awolnation. And a fuck ton of other bands we want to see. They have season passes that gets you into a handful of shows but there’s only a hundred of them every year so every year we have a tradition of waiting in line for them so we’re sure to get tickets.”
“You can’t do it online?” He’s still confused as ever with his eyes scrunched and arms crossed. It’s very apparent he doesn’t like to feel confused.
“Nope. Tradition yo.” I hop off the counter and start looking for something to eat. Grabbing an apple, since fruit and crackers is about all we have right now, I take a massive bite and smile at Knox who’s eyeing me curiously.
“Strange woman.” He shakes his head and walks to the living room. The room around him seems so small compared to his built frame. The grey of the couch blends nicely with his tanned skin. He’s on his phone, texting someone, and I watch from a distance how his facial features change the longer the texting takes place. After five minutes of eating my apple down to the core and watching this beautiful man, he stands up and storms out of the apartment with not so much as a goodbye right before he slams the door.
Well then.
“Mother fucking bitch,” I can’t help but slam the apartment door on my way out, no doubt startling Harper. I need to get out of here.
Her text.
Made a few changes.
Fuck that. She turned it into everything she ever wanted. I knew she was going to be difficult about this, but not this difficult. The club isn’t hers. The club will never be hers. Not totally.
Kayla is currently renovating my office at the original building because, in her words ‘I’m never coming back’. I am coming back, and I’ll be damned if I walk into a building that isn’t exactly the fucking way I left it.
“Call John,” I blurt to my car, not waiting for the navigation system to load my original address.
The phone rings two times before he picks up the line.
“John,” I blurt, not waiting for him to properly answer.
“Knox,” his voice mimics mine and I roll my eyes. He’s sarcastic to me all the time. If he weren’t such a good friend I’d have fired his ass and brought in someone more professional. It’s a good thing I don’t care about that shit, though…he’s the best worker I’ve ever had.
John doesn’t know what I do all day, but he knows I’ve been preoccupied a lot the last six months. He doesn’t know I was stalking the girl I now live with. I don’t think he’d be too happy about it if he found out, either. I guess from the looks of an outsider what I was doing is probably morally wrong. I’m not doing anything wrong, though. I’m not hurting her or killing her. I’m not stealing from her or taking her away.
It will all be done with her consent. Eventually.
Well, most of it.
“I need you to make sure the final plans are sent over to me immediately in Springfield.” Jesus Christ the freeway is busy today.
“Springfield?”
“Kayla needs to be put in her place. I’ll hopefully be home tomorrow but I can’t promise it.”
“Got it. I’ll email you everything that’s needed. Just make sure you’re back by Wednesday when the ribbon cutting takes place.”
“Yeah,” I hit end on the call and growl.
I told her the plan. She knows about the new club opening. Fuck, she’s half owner; of course she knows the shit that’s going down here! Even if it weren’t for this little game I’ve been playing, I’d still be here the majority of my time until this place is operational on a level that I trust.
The drive takes me a little under two hours. Passing past rows and rows of cornfields makes it feel more like a four-hour drive. I’ve been in the city a little over a month and I’m already used to the busy lifestyle. Each mile outside of city limits I go, the more and more I regret ever moving out of it in the first place.
I had no choice. I could have moved with my parents to the east coast and lived in the mansion I’m sure they bought, but I didn’t want that anymore. I had completed college and I was itching to not be a bum. I wanted to make something of myself, for myself. So they did what they always did when I was growing up…they felt guilty for three minutes, the length of time it took to write me a check, then they took off into the sunset to go on their own adventure. I was a twenty-four-year-old with a wallet bigger than anyone else I knew of and I was sitting in an apartment on my own.
At that
moment in my life I did what any spoiled rich kid would do. I took the money that my father gave me and stayed right here in the middle of Illinois. I lived it up until funds started running out. The slow feed of money I was getting wasn’t holding up to the lifestyle I was living. I soon learned that I couldn’t live it up without figuring a way to make my own income.
So I did.
I bought out a company within a few years of working there and started the Come empire. At first all I wanted was a sex club, but Kayla came along and pointed me in the right direction. With her expertise we brought what was a dirty, grimy sex club into the hottest business this part of the country has ever seen. The non-disclosure agreements that are withheld are enough to bring any willing celebrity within this countries limits to my doors. It’s funny how some of them can make themselves seem so innocent in front of the camera’s eye, but the minute they walk inside my club all bets are off.
I’ve seen shit that eyes can never unsee and I love every minute of it.
I’ve had a few friends—the ones that actually know what happens behind the gold and black doors of the club—ask how I don’t walk around with a hard on the entire time I’m at work.
It’s simple.
I don’t get off on watching other people have sex. It’s not my thing; it is, however, the thing of the majority of the country. Married, old, single, gay, straight…they all enjoy it. Who am I to judge them?
I watch, but the only time I’ve ever been hard at the club is when I’m there for pleasure.
And it’s been a while since I’ve done that.
By the time I pull into the parking lot of the original club Come, it’s dusk outside and still humid as hell. My clothes cling to me immediately as I step out of my car. I strip off my shirt the minute the car door slams; the fucks that I give when being in this club have been gone for years now.
