Sex Material

by Ashley, Victoria

  I may be an asshole, but other than Cami, it’s always been women coming to me. I never go after a fucking woman just to fuck her and break her heart. I can’t say the same about Ben Scott. He’s a fucking savage. I’ve seen him destroy a person in the past and she never recovered.

  When I saw Cami about to climb on the back of his bike and drive off into the damn night, I lost it. I knew I needed to get her as far away from that prick as I could. The thought of him alone with her had me ready to fire him and then rip his throat out. It took a lot of willpower not to do that.

  But the worst part is, the moment I left her out front of Veronica’s house afterward, I realized that I’m a selfish son of a bitch when it comes to her, because I know she shouldn’t be around me, but I can’t stay away myself.

  Me and Ben are a deadly combination when it comes to the same goddamn woman. There’s a lot of complicated shit in our past—some we’ve never moved on from and other parts we never can.

  The only reason he’s working for me is because when it comes to my business I need someone I can trust—the only place he can be trusted. The second that changes, he’s out of my life for good. Doesn’t matter that we’ve known each other practically our entire lives.

  “Shit!” I toss the paintbrush down and look around the icy-blue room, realizing it’s the same damn color as my eyes. I don’t know if it was random that she chose to match her room to the color of my eyes or not, but I sure as fuck know it was random that I decided to paint it this color for her.

  I was at the paint store picking up some more white for the kitchen, and suddenly, I was walking out the door with two gallons of her color instead.

  It pisses me off. This will be the first and last time that I let a tenant persuade my design decisions. I’m not sure why I let her to begin with.

  Walking to the kitchen, I grab a beer, toss the cap aside, and do my best to transfer my thoughts to something else. Any-fucking-thing will do. If I let myself picture Ben on top of Cami for one more second, I’m going to end up at his house doing something I might regret the rest of my life.

  “Shit. This is messed up.” It’s been a while since I’ve let Ben get to me this way. The prick didn’t even have to say he planned on fucking her that night, because the crooked smile on his face when I showed up said it all.

  Cami might’ve thought he was a gentleman to offer her a ride home, but the real ride he had in mind would’ve come after they arrived back at Veronica’s.

  Not happening.

  Needing some air, I step outside and light a cigarette, noticing the lights are off next door and Peter’s truck is still gone. It’s been gone since last night, so I’m pretty sure Cami is alone for the weekend, and we all know what happens when someone who just got screwed over by someone they care about is left alone.

  Fuck Ben.

  Douglas is the one who should worry about me now.

  Tossing my cigarette, I make my way across the lawn and knock on the door, not giving a shit at the moment about the consequences.

  She may hate me, but she doesn’t hate my body. I have no problem with her taking that hatred out on me in the bedroom.

  “Just a minute!” she yells.

  A few seconds later the door opens to Cami dressed in a pair of black, cotton, boyshort panties and a white tank top with no bra. My dick jerks beneath my jeans at the sight of her hard nipples beneath the thin fabric.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” she asks, trying her best to sound as if I’m the last person she wants to see, but considering she came to the door dressed like that says otherwise.

  “At least I had the decency to knock.” I point out, watching as her eyes lower to the bulge in my jeans. “What the fuck were you thinking the other night, Cami? Were you going to let him fuck you.”

  “Excuse me?” She steps outside, bringing her angry green eyes up to meet mine. “What the hell is your problem? Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I wasn’t going to let him do anything to me. He offered me a ride home and I accepted it.”

  “You don’t know, Ben,” I say, my voice clipped. “But you were willing to get on his bike and assume he’d take you home without wanting anything in return. He’s an asshole, Cami.”

  “So are you,” she says, pointing a finger in my chest. “Or did you forget?”

  I take a step closer and stop. She has no idea I’m getting turned on more and more by the second. Her sassy mouth is about to set me off. “Oh, I didn’t forget. How can I when you remind me every time I see you?” I move in closer again, this time not stopping until our bodies are touching. “But I’d rather you fucking show me.”

  “You want to see how big of an asshole I think you are? Fine.” She steps back and grabs the door to shut it in my face, but I put my arm out and stop it.

  She swallows, her eyes locking with mine. I silently step into the house and back her body up with mine until there’s room for me to shut the door.

  “There are other ways of you showing me, Cami.”

  “Yeah?” She breathes unsteady as I run my thumb over her bottom lip, watching as it slightly trembles beneath my touch. “How?”

  Instead of answering her, I show her by backing her against the wall and pressing my hard cock between her legs. “Show me.” I grab her hands and press them against the wall. “Be rough with me.”

  She looks up at me, her breaths coming out fast and hard, before she yanks her hands from my grip and reaches up to push my jacket off.

  Before she can remove my shirt too, I grab her hands, stopping her. I need her to know what she’s getting herself into. “You go for my shirt and there’s no stopping me. I will fuck you, Cami. And the way I fuck is nothing compared to what you’re used to with Douglas. I guarantee it. I like it rough and deep. Can you handle that?”

  I release her arms, and without a word, she reaches for my shirt again, yanking it over my head, our eyes meeting the moment my shirt hits the floor. “After the week I’ve had… I’m willing to find out. Just this one time,” she adds. “This will never happen again. Got it?”

  “That’s the idea, Cami.” I place my hand on her stomach and move it down the front of her panties, growling under my breath when I feel how wet she is for me. “Just this once.”

  She throws her head back and moans out when I slip two fingers inside of her, slowly moving them in and out to get her ready for my cock. After pumping in and out a few times, I squeeze in a third finger and push them in as deep as they will go.

  She jumps a little, probably not expecting me to go so deep. “Dammit, Jensen.” She grabs my hair and yanks it to the side once I begin moving them in and out. “Two fingers are enough.”

  “If you can’t handle three fingers…” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “You won’t be able to handle my cock. I think we both know it’s not averaged size, Cami. Now relax.”

  I spread her legs farther apart for better access. With most women, I’d say fuck it and jump right in, but I knew the night I went down on Cami that she’s tighter than most of the women I’ve been with.

  Something tells me Douglas is one of only a few. Maybe even none. And there’s no way Douglas is as big as I am. There’s also no way he fucked her as hard as I plan to.

  She’s going to want to hurt me once she feels the pain of having me inside her.

  I pump my fingers in and out of her a few more times, before pulling them out and sucking my fingers clean. I didn’t know it was possible, but her taste has my dick hardening even more. “Fuck, I love the way you taste, Cami.”

  She shivers against me, just as turned on and needy as I am. I yank her panties off and toss them aside. I don’t want anything to hold me back from getting in her. With one hand working her clit, I use my other to undo my jeans.

  “Take my jeans off, Cami.” My lips brush hers as she moves in to undo my jeans, but I quickly move away before I can do something I shouldn’t.

  Once I’m standing here in only my boxer briefs, I look Cam
i over, before undoing the three buttons at the top of her tank top and then ripping it the rest of the way open. The fabric is so thin it doesn’t take much force.

  She watches me, her perky breasts quickly rising and falling as I grab the condom from my jeans and struggle to roll it over my dick. I hate wearing condoms, because most of them aren’t made for my size. But that’s not going to slow me down when it comes to Cami.

  I’ve been wanting inside her since the day she burst through the front door of my property unannounced and demanded I let her move in. I want inside of her more now than ever.

  Grabbing her thighs, I lift her up and position myself at her entrance, slowly entering her inch by inch until I’m halfway inside of her.

  Fuck, she’s tight.

  “Are you ready?”

  She nods and digs her nails into my back, preparing for me to take her all the way.

  “Shit, I’m going to stretch you, Cami.”

  Her nails dig deeper into my flesh at the thought, and it has me so fucking turned on it’s hard for me to take it easy as I slowly push inside of her, stopping once every inch of me is buried inside her pussy.

  Stilling my hips, I flick my tongue out to swirl around her right nipple, before sucking it into my mouth and gently biting it. Her thighs squeeze me hard, letting me know she enjoys nipple play. Either that, or it’s just my mouth she enjoys, no matter where it’s at. I’ll take it either way.

  I move my hips a little and she releases a small whimper, letting me know that it still hurts.

  Gripping her ass cheeks, I squeeze them in my hands and gently bite her neck, wanting to distract her until she’s adjusted to my size.

  Once her grip on my shoulders loosen, I begin moving in and out of her, us both moaning out in pleasure as I fuck her slow and deep, rolling my hips in and out.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” I question against her neck. As much as I’d like to fuck her in every room of this house, I want to fuck her in the bed she’ll be sleeping in for the next two weeks instead. It may be wrong, but I want her to think about me inside of her when she crawls into bed each night.

  I don’t want her thinking about Douglas, or Ben, since that fucker has managed to get her attention. She’s bound to run into him at some point or another if she’ll be renting from me.

  “Down the hall,” she says in a breath. “First door on the left.”

  I continue to move inside of her, bumping into things on the way to get to her room, because there’s no way I can stop right now. She feels too damn good.

  Once we make it to her room, I shove the door open and slam her against the wall, thrusting into her while biting the front of her throat. “I can’t hold back anymore, Cami. You better hold on tight.”

  “I can handle it,” she says stiffly. “I’m not as fragile as you think.”

  “We’re about to find out.” Not holding back, I thrust into her hard and deep, moving her body up the wall each time I take her.

  The louder she screams, the harder I fuck her. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. I’m going to make sure she never forgets the way my cock makes her scream. I want my cock to own her fucking pussy, as wrong as that is. This is supposed to be a one-time deal. That’s how it works with me, yet I don’t want her wanting another man inside of her.

  I’m an asshole and I know it.

  I move away from the wall and she grips me tighter when she realizes there’s nothing behind her to support her anymore. Her hands are roaming my body. She’s becoming more comfortable with me. The way she’s exploring every inch of my hard body shows me she’s been wanting me as much as I’ve been wanting her.

  I love the shit out of that.

  “I knew you’ve been wanting to touch me, Cami.” I say with a cocky grin. “Enjoy it while you can.”

  “Screw you,” she growls, before pushing on my chest. “Put me down if you’re going to be an asshole.”

  “We both know you don’t want that,” I say against her lips. “Tell me what you really want, Cami. I won’t judge you.”

  “I can’t do that.” She throws her head back and moans when I slam into her. The dirty look on her face confirms she’s still pissed at me.

  “Why?” I move my hand up to grip her throat and force her to look at me. “Fucking tell me and I’ll do it.”

  She exhales, finally answering me. “I want you to give it to me hard so I can get you out of my system, okay. Happy? You may be the biggest asshole I know, but you’re also the sexiest one too.”

  I nod, satisfied, and take a few steps toward her bed, tossing her on top. Before she can yell at me for throwing her, I climb on at her feet and flip her over so her ass is in the air. I take a moment to admire it, and her beautiful pussy, before thrusting into her hard as I push her head down, smashing it into the pillow.

  Moaning into it, she grips the blanket and claws at it, her legs shaking when I reach around to play with her clit.

  Between me taking her from behind and my thumb rubbing circles over her clit, she can barely stay on her knees. I wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her up.

  Her moans become louder the harder I take her, motivating me, so I continue slamming into her and rubbing her clit until she’s coming around my dick and screaming out her release.

  “You still haven’t shown me how much of an asshole I am.” I breathe out against her sweaty neck. “I’m waiting.”

  I flip her over so that she’s facing me. She looks like she wants to slap the shit out of me for running my mouth, and to be honest, that would only turn me on more. I like the challenge she brings. I crave it.

  Sitting up, she pushes my chest until I’m sitting on my heels. With her harsh eyes on mine, she straddles me and slides onto my dick, her whole body shaking from the adrenaline of her recent orgasm.

  “That’s a start.” I taunt, gripping a handful of her hair, and then pull her head to the side for better access to her sweaty neck. With a small growl, I run my tongue over it, enjoying the taste of what I did to her.

  “You’re a jerk,” she says, as if she feels the need to remind me now that she’s about to ride my dick. “And I’m going to most likely regret this later.”

  “Yeah, but right now you love it, don’t you?”

  She swallows, and then grips my hair with both hands as she begins moving up and down on my dick.

  Her pace is slow at first, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s still sensitive from how hard I made her come or if it’s because she’s adjusting to me in a new position, but I can feel every inch, and it fucking feels good. My hands explore her body, allowing her to be in control for a bit—something I haven’t done with a woman in a long time. I have to admit it’s a nice change.

  She picks up speed, yanking on my hair harder each time she comes back down on my dick. She pulls so hard it stings at the roots, causing me to bite my lip on accident.

  Fuck yeah. She has a wild side. I smile and lick the blood from my lip, liking the way she looks on me. She bounces up and down on my dick so hard she’s making herself scream. It’s hot as hell.

  “Holy fuck.” I’m close to coming, but I want to be the one in charge when I do. Without pulling out, I move her on her back so that I’m on top of her. “Hold on to the fucking headboard.”

  Without hesitation, she grabs onto the bars behind her and holds on tight, as if preparing for a rollercoaster ride. I grab her hips for leverage and pound into her so hard and deep she comes for a second time, her pussy pulsing around my dick at the same time I bust my load into the condom.

  Both breathing heavily and fighting to catch our breath, I release her hips and look her in the eyes. “Thinking about Douglas now?”

  She shakes her head.

  “I didn’t fucking think so. My body works for all women.”

  Just as expected it pisses her off. “Get out.” She shoves my chest twice, harder than normal, before I finally climb off of her and run a hand through my sweaty hair.

  She w
atches me in silence, her chest quickly moving up and down as I pull the condom off and toss it into the trash beside her bed.

  I should say something to redeem myself, but instead, I walk away, get dressed, and step outside to smoke a cigarette.

  A few minutes later the door opens to a sweaty Cami throwing my leather jacket at my face. “You showed me what you wanted to. Congratulations, asshole. From now on we will work on getting the house ready for me to move into. Everything will be professional from here on out, starting tomorrow.”

  “Can’t tomorrow.” I exhale smoke and look her over, my dick growing hard again at the sight of her hard nipples. She notices, because she crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at me. “Sunday afternoon. Come when you see me. We both know you will after tonight.”

  Without a word, she steps inside and slams the door in my face. I guess she finally got to do it after all.

  I don’t blame her for wanting to. I’d slam the door in my face too. It was an asshole move for me to bring up fucking other women right after making her come around my dick, but then again, I’m not much of a gentleman. I never pretended to be, yet she still let me in her bed.

  She only has herself to blame.

  Just like I’ve been doing to myself.

  SWEAT IS DRIPPING DOWN MY face and my chest hurts, but I keep on running, needing to release some energy and clear my head.

  I wasn’t thinking clearly last night when Jensen showed up at the door and now I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way he fucked me.

  He was right when he said he was capable of making me forget Douglas. With a body of steel and moves as dirty as a male stripper, Jensen is the perfect distraction in bed. Every inch of his chiseled body was on top of me, and as much as I know I shouldn’t have enjoyed it—I did. I enjoyed it way too much.

  Up until the point he opened his damn mouth, reminding me just how much of an asshole slash man-whore he truly is. I don’t know what kind of person brings up past sexual experiences right after screwing someone, but apparently, he didn’t see anything wrong with it. It’s fucking rude; disrespectful even.