by Hamel, B. B.
Suddenly he pulls back and takes me down off the bar. He turns me around, bending me over, and slaps my ass. I gasp and look over my shoulder as he drops down and spreads my ass wide open. He licks me top to bottom, making me gasp in surprise.
It feels good, really good. It’s filthy and wrong but god, it feels good. He licks me ass to pussy and I groan and wiggle my hips. I want more, so much more, and he’s not slowing down.
He stands up and grabs a fistful of my hair. I gasp when he pulls my head back and spanks my ass rough. I groan and I feel him take off his boxer briefs before sliding my panties down my legs.
“Look at you,” he groans. “I never imagined you’d look so fucking gorgeous when I chose you.”
“What did you picture?” I ask.
“I pictured staying far away. But that, my darling Kayla, isn’t happening right now.” He slaps my ass hard and I feel his cock tease me from behind. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod slowly, meeting his gaze. “Yes,” I whisper.
“You want me to sink my cock between your legs, dirty girl? Fuck you nice and rough? You know I’m your sponsor but you don’t owe me anything.”
I wiggle my hips back against him. “Please,” I groan. I’m buzzing with need, dripping with desire. “Fuck me.”
He growls softly in my ear and I feel him sink slowly deep into my pussy.
I gasp as he spreads me wide at first. His cock is huge and I can’t believe he even fits inside of me. I don’t have much experience, really any experience at all, but I never thought it would feel like this.
It feels good. God, it feels so good. I thought it would hurt, and it does, but this is just…
It feels good.
He sinks in slowly and pulls me back against him, kissing me over my shoulder. I wiggle my hips again, getting him nice and deep inside of me, taking every single inch of his massive thick cock. I moan as he starts to fuck me.
He pushes me forward and I grip the bar as he fucks me harder. He’s strong and big and he fills me easily, stretches me out, makes me gasp and moan. Pleasure tears through my body and I know I could do this forever.
The man is intense and gorgeous. He slaps my ass, teases my breasts, rubs my clit. I moan and roll my hips and buck back against him. I want every inch, every single hard inch of his amazing cock. He doesn’t seem like he wants to stop.
He pulls back and drags me over to the couch. I gasp as he sits and I straddle him. I sink back down his huge dick, sliding down the length of his shaft. I take him nice and deep inside, letting him fill me up before I grab his shoulders. I move my hips, riding him up and down, sliding back and forth along his massive dick.
He kisses me and teases my breasts, biting them softly, licking my nipples. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. “Every inch of your tight little pussy is like heaven.”
I ride him faster, gripping the couch as I go. I kiss him and bite his lip. He grunts and grins before spanking my ass hard.
“You want to be a little rough?” he whispers.
“Maybe.” I push back against him. I don’t even know what I want. I just know I want this cock.
He slaps my ass again and I groan. I like it when he does that. A little pain makes his cock feel so much better.
He spanks me again and again. I know I’ll have a red handprint on my white ass cheek and I think I love it. I ride him faster, working my hips in circles, back and forth, his cock buried deep inside of me.
It feels so good I can barely breathe. I’m whispering his name, moaning his name, and he’s saying mine back. I’m so lost in the moment that I think I’ll never find the end.
But of course there’s an end. I know there’s always an end. He pulls me up and pushes me down onto the couch, spreading my legs wide and sinking his cock inside. He’s on top now, my legs spread, and his fingers work my clit as he fucks me hard.
“Dirty little girl,” he growls. “Fucking hell, you feel good. I could slip my cock into this pussy all fucking day long.”
“Don’t stop,” I groan. “Please don’t stop.”
“You’re close, I can feel it. I can feel your pussy getting tighter as you get ready to come all over my big, fat dick. Come on, girl. Come for me. Come for your fucking sponsor.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh my god. Please.”
He fucks me rough and deep. I can feel his cock filling me up, pumping in and out and yes, god, yes, I’m so close. I feel it building, building, a buzzing deep tension between my legs.
I can’t take any more. I can’t take another second. But I do, and another, and another, and finally it rips through me.
I come hard, his cock buried between my legs. I come so hard I dig my fingernails into his back. He growls his pleasure and keeps fucking me, rough and savage and intense. Moments after my orgasm peaks and starts to wane, I feel him stiffen and growl in my ear.
He comes and fills me up to the brim. He fills my pussy and I groan the whole time in pure ecstasy. It’s insane and amazing and god, does it feel so fucking good.
We finish together, sweating and breathing hard. He sits and leans back, laughing softly, a smile on his lips. I lean against his shoulder.
“This doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you,” I warn him.
He laughs, genuine and deep. I can’t help but laugh along. The situation is so absurd, so insane.
“Good,” he says finally. “God, I hope you’re not ready to get married after I fucked you only once.”
“Only once?”
He smirks and kisses me softly. “This is only the start, if you want more.” He kisses me one more time before he gets up. I watch him walk away, head into the back, and I hear the shower turn on.
I grin to myself. What a fucked-up and crazy situation…
But at least I’m in it with Reed. Things could be much, much worse.
10
Reed
As much as I want to spend the rest of that week on campus, I have to get back to work. Sponsors aren’t expected to actually stay on campus all the time, since most of us have very important jobs, so of course we’re allowed to come and go.
But as soon as I leave, I want to head back. It’s strange, to be honest. I keep telling myself it’s because I miss the old college days, which weren’t really all that long ago, but I know that’s bullshit.
I want one particular thing on campus, and I’m not entirely sure she trusts me, although I know she wants me just as much as I want her.
I have to spend the rest of the week away. That’s four days without Kayla. I don’t call and I don’t text, even though I’m sure all the others sponsors are keeping in constant contact with their girls.
I wasn’t kidding when I told her that I don’t want or need that from her. If she wants to talk, we can talk. Otherwise, I won’t pressure her.
But eventually the week passes and the weekend comes, which means I have to head back to Gradus. That’ll be expected of me for a long time from now on, so I’d better get used to it.
Saturday morning on campus is a sleepy time. Most college kids are probably too hungover to get out of bed before noon. It’s a little after ten so I stop by a little café tucked in the back of the bookstore for some passable coffee before heading toward Kayla’s dorm.
I don’t know what I intend on doing. I could just go in there and knock but I don’t want to wake them up. I’m trying to decide if it’s creepy to sit on a bench nearby and just wait for her to show up when a familiar face comes out of the front door.
Her long blonde hair is piled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She’s wearing a dark North Face jacket and a pair of brown Ugg boots. She looks understated, but I know the simple jewelry she’s wearing probably costs as much as a year’s tuition to this school. She spots me right away and veers over in my direction.
“Shit,” I say to myself, but I don’t have anywhere to run.
Nora Murphy stops in front of me with a cheery little smile. “Good morning, Reed,” she says.
“What’s a fine man like you doing on campus on such a fine morning?”
“Came to see the girl I’m sponsoring,” I say honestly.
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh, you mean Kayla?”
“That’s the one.”
“She was out late last night, so I wouldn’t expect her up anytime soon.” Nora beams at me and I’m pretty sure she’s lying. “I’m always around for you, though. Want to spend some time together?”
I wince a little. “I’m okay,” I say. “Sorry.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry. I know the sort of pressure you’re under. I just mean to say, I understand the world you’re from.”
I arch an eyebrow but I get her meaning. “You should be nicer to Kayla.”
She hesitates a second but her smile doesn’t falter. I gotta hand it to the girl, she sure can act.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she says sweetly. “I’m just saying, you’re from a certain kind of world, just like I am.”
“I know what you’re saying.”
“Good. So what do you say? I bet I’m much more agreeable than she is.”
I cough slightly. “I doubt it.”
“I don’t.” She steps closer. “Come on, Reed. Your family and my family… we’d be formidable.” She pouts a little bit. “You don’t think I’m attractive enough?”
I shake my head. The girl’s pretty enough. I’m actually surprised she doesn’t have a sponsor.
Well, I was at first, but not so much anymore now that I’ve seen the kind of person she really is.
“I’m not interested,” I say.
Nora comes closer and I flinch back. She doesn’t stop though. She comes right up toward me and presses her lips against mine.
I panic for a second. The Murphy family isn’t the kind of family you fuck with. If my father knew I was pissing off their daughter, he’d make sure I never saw a dime of my money.
But no, fuck that. I push Nora away, not too roughly, but with enough force that she doesn’t try to fight.
“Enough,” I say, glaring at her.
She shrugs a little and laughs. “Don’t worry. You’ll come around.”
She steps aside and I spot another blonde standing over by the door. Iris is staring at us, her eyes wide, a shocked expression on her face.
“Fuck,” I say, walking toward her. “Iris, hold on.”
I watch Iris run inside and Nora laughs. “Oh my god, that couldn’t have gone better.”
Fucking horrible girl. I don’t know if she planned that or not, but I couldn’t put it past her.
I hurry after Iris, into the dorm and up toward their room. The door slams shut just as I reach it.
I knock loudly. “Iris, open up. You didn’t see what you think you saw.”
I knock again and I hear people talking inside. After a second, the door opens a crack and Kayla stares out at me with a flat expression.
“You kissed Nora,” she says.
“No, that’s not what happened.”
“Go away, Reed. I shouldn’t have trusted you.”
“Kayla—”
“Just go away. I haven’t seen you in a few days, and you know what? My life’s been just fine.”
She slams the door in my face.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I stand there for a second as anger soars through my bones.
I turn away from the door. I catch some other girls staring at me out their door and glare at them as I storm past. They dive back inside like I’m a tornado ripping through.
Fucking hell. Nora Murphy is going to do whatever she can to drive a wedge between me and Kayla. I don’t know what that girl’s deal is, but I do know she doesn’t care about me at all. There’s no way she actually wants to marry me so much as she just wants a sponsor in general.
That’s the kind of sick shit you have to deal with in this world. The kind of sick shit I want to get away from.
I leave Kayla’s dorm, angry and unsure of where to go next, but positive about one thing.
I hate this game, and the only good part of this place is Kayla. Even if she thinks I’m a fucking bastard right now.
11
Kayla
Just when I think I can start to trust Reed, even a little bit, something like this has to happen.
I spend all day in class feeling sorry for myself. Iris tries to console me but I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.
“He’s an idiot,” she says when we’re both finished for the day. It’s a pretty nice afternoon so we’re sitting out on a bench near one of the lesser-traveled walkways.
“I know that,” I say.
“Nora is such a spoiled asshole.”
I arch my eyebrow at her. “Isn’t your family filthy rich too?”
She blushes. “I just mean, she’s not very nice.”
“You can call her a bitch if you want to.”
She lets out a short laugh and blushes more. “She’s a bitch,” Iris says quietly before looking around like someone might come out and reprimand her.
“Felt good, right?” I grin despite myself.
“Kind of, yeah.” She takes a breath and sighs. “What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I should probably talk to Reed but really all I want to do is avoid him right now.”
“I don’t blame you. This school is insane.”
I glance at her. “Why did you come here, anyway?”
She stares down at the ground for a second. I can’t imagine this shy, quiet, awkward girl as part of the crazy rich person marriage game I’m somehow a part of.
“My family’s filthy rich, like you said,” she finally answers. “We’re almost as old money as Reed’s family is.” She snorts a little. “Don’t tell my dad I said that, though.”
“I won’t. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“All the women in my family go to Gradus. I don’t think any of them actually ever snag a sponsor or anything, but it’s like a rite of passage. We go to Gradus, get rejected, and come through it stronger and better educated than our peers.”
I laugh a little. “Sounds insane.”
“I know. But my family is a bunch of crazy strong women, and then there’s me. So maybe there’s something to it.”
“Come on, Iris. I saw you stand up to Nora.”
“So what?”
“So, that took strength.”
“I backed down pretty quickly.” She looks ashamed and it actually pisses me off. I hate that Nora can make my friend feel small.
I reach out and take her hand suddenly. “Don’t let the bitches get you down,” I say hotly.
She blinks at me then grins. “Seriously? That’s your pep talk?”
“It sounded really fierce in my head.”
“I guess it wasn’t that bad.”
We laugh together and I let her hand go. She stands up slowly and stretches.
“Okay, I’m starving. Want to get some food?”
I consider it for a second. “No, thanks,” I say. “I’m gonna go hide out at my apartment.”
She snorts. “You think he’ll be there?”
“No, I don’t, and I don’t think he’ll look for me there.”
“Hiding in plain sight.” She grins at me. “Very clever.”
“I try.”
I stand as Iris heads off with a little wave. “See you,” she calls back over her shoulder.
I swear there’s a little bounce in her step and I’m smiling as I head off to the sponsored apartments.
* * *
I’m in a bad mood when I finally get there. Fortunately, Reed isn’t around, so I let myself in and stare at the pretty, empty rooms.
This place is supposed to be mine and yet it doesn’t feel like mine at all. It feels temporary and totally alien. I can get kicked out of here at any moment, based entirely on the whims of some guy I’m supposed to trust.
Even though he’s kissing girls like Nora.
I don’t know what he wants anymore. He talks a bi
g game about not wanting to be involved in all of this but when it comes down to it, he’s sleeping with me and he’s kissing other girls. If anyone else saw this, they’d instantly tell me that he’s a liar.
The only thing holding me back from believing that is the way he actually said it. I don’t think a person can fake that kind of sincerity, or at least I hope not. Reed seemed genuine and honest in his hatred of all this.
I just don’t get it. And worst of all, I don’t know what I want.
Every time I feel sure that I don’t want anything to do with Reed, I find myself sleeping with him again. It’s like he has this magic over me, like every time I’m around him I just have to do something incredibly stupid.
I’m frustrated with myself but I feel my stomach rumble before too long. I think about going out to the dining hall, but it only takes a second before I realize that I can get food here just as easily.
The only problem is, I completely forgot what I’m supposed to do.
I know Reed said something about the front desk. There’s always a smiling guy sitting behind a desk downstairs and I sort of assumed he was security, but maybe he’s like the concierge or something. I get up and head to the door, pushing it open and stepping outside.
But I don’t make it to the elevator before someone else steps out of a door.
I recognize him immediately. He’s one of the other sponsors, the guy that Iris was talking to. She hasn’t mentioned him since that night so I guess they didn’t hit it off enough, but still, no reason to be mean. I give him a little smile and his whole face practically lights up.
“You’re Kayla, aren’t you?” he asks.
I nod. “That’s me.”
“Iris’s friend. And Reed’s sponsoring you.”
“That’s right.” I give him another smile. “And you’re Albert.”
“Guilty as charged.”
We stand there awkwardly for a second. “So, uh, Albert. How are you doing?” I wish I could get out of this gracefully but he’s standing between me and the elevator and grinning like a moron.