Holding her against the wall with my hips, I bite the wrapper open, before tossing it aside and sliding the condom on.
I don’t give her a chance to get a look at my size before I rip her panties to the side and slam into her. I’m ready and eager to get this over with so I can cleanup and get home.
“Oh, my God!” she screams in my ear, rattling my eardrum. “A little warning first.” She breathes heavily, digging her nails into my arm. “It’s okay. I’m good… I’m… just keep… going.”
I thrust my hips and grind, hitting deep to get the job done. Five minutes max is what it takes a girl like her to be where she needs to be.
With a growl, I dig my fingers deeper into her hips as I bounce her up and down on my dick, taking my frustration out on her tiny body.
“Oh, fuck, Jensen… keep going… it’s working.” She throws her head back and screams out in a mixture of pain and pleasure when I slam into her as hard and deep as I can, giving her every hard inch of me.
For as long as she’s wanted this, she at least should experience all I have to offer. This will be the only time she’ll have me like this.
Forgetting the rules, she leans in to kiss me, but I grab her hair and yank back right before her lips touch mine. Hell no.
“No fucking kissing. Do I need to explain the goddamn rules again?” I yank back on her hair harder, to be sure she doesn’t attempt kissing me again, and pound into her repeatedly, not stopping until she’s clawing her nails into my skin and screaming out as her orgasm takes over.
She moans out and bites her bottom lip when I move my hand around to grip her throat as I continue to move inside of her. “I can’t believe this is finally—”
“No talking,” I growl out, biting her shoulder and then backing away from the wall.
A few more thrusts in and a slight tug pulls on my balls, confirming I’m getting close, so I grip onto her as tightly as I can and fuck her so hard and fast that she can barely catch her breath.
Hell, I’m the one doing all the fucking work here, yet she can’t breathe?
Just when I think I’m about to blow my shit, she leans in for a second time and attempts to kiss me. My nuts relax and my orgasm fades. It’s over, just like that.
“Fuck!” I yell out and throw her across the room onto her huge couch. I’m pissed the fuck off now. “I’ll finish myself off.”
“What the hell, Jensen?” She sits up and slaps the couch. “We’re not done yet.”
“Oh, yes we are. You made sure of that.” I growl out and yank the condom off, tossing it aside.
Hannah’s eyes go wide as I grip my dick and begin stroking it. She licks her lips. I’m not even touching her and she looks as if she’s about to come again.
It’s just enough to get me off, busting my load in my hand in less than two minutes from start to finish. I clean my hands off on my dirty shirt and toss it beside her.
“It’s time for me to go.” Tensing my jaw, I pull my pants up and button them. “You broke the rules twice and this was your only chance.”
I hear Hannah cussing and complaining as I walk toward the door, but I don’t bother stopping to listen to what she has to say. She knew damn well before asking me to fuck her day away that I don’t want any of that intimate shit. Hell, she said she didn’t want it. She played me, and I caught her in her own lie.
That’s not me. I’m the guy that’ll fuck you and send you on your way. Every girl knows that, yet they still want me inside of them. I’m not a fucking idiot. I know it’s for my body, because it sure as fuck isn’t for my charm.
I ignore her all the way out the door and get right back to working as if I never stopped. She is already forgotten. Just like the rest. But like always, once I’m through with a random woman I’m left with nothing but regret and an empty feeling deep inside my chest.
I need to stop doing this to myself, but every time I’m about to quit, I remind myself that I deserve the torture. I deserve the emptiness that it leaves me with.
My crew ignores me as if I never left, but less than two minutes later Hannah steps outside, her hair a tangled mess, and begins screaming and kicking my truck. They definitely know what went down in there now.
I know her game. She expects me to be embarrassed due to the numerous neighbors who have decided to come outside and be nosy, but instead, I pull out a smoke and kick back while I watch her wear herself out.
It angers her more, making her scream like a banshee until she pulls off her heel and throws it at my head. I duck just in time and go right back to enjoying my cigarette as if it never happened.
Hannah should know that I own every property in this subdivision. She’s sadly mistaken if she thinks I care about the little show she’s putting on. If she knew me well enough she would know it’s not the first time they’ve seen it.
“You’re an asshole, Jensen. A huge fucking asshole.” She looks around at her nosey neighbors and gives them the middle finger, before rushing inside and slamming the door behind her.
The bitch has anger problems. She must have needed my dick as badly as she claimed. I don’t know why these women believe sex with me is a cure to whatever shitshow they’re dealing with.
It’s not.
“Um,” Jason mutters, “should we leave?”
I take a long drag off my smoke, before bending over to grab another handful of shingles. Time to get back to business. “Get to work. That’s what you should do. We don’t leave until the job is done. Am I clear?”
He nods when I look at him.
“Good.” At least someone is.
Cami
My fourth graders are becoming restless and anxious waiting for the final bell of the day to ring.
They can’t seem to sit still—not that I can blame them—and have decided now is the time to start annoying each other and fighting about who’s going to make it out the door first.
“All right, everyone. Calm down and take a breath or two.” I smile and motion with my hands for them to relax and take a seat, even though I feel like rushing for the door just as much as they do. “No one is going anywhere until that bell rings, including me, so there’s no need to rush.”
“But I’m ready, Miss Reynolds. My mom is taking me to the store to get the new videogame that came out last night.” Riley throws his little arms up and grunts. “What if it sells out? I’ve been waiting a lifetime for it already.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Riley.” I look over at the clock above the door, checking the time for the fifth time in the last five minutes. “The bell doesn’t ring for another seven minutes. You can use that time to finish studying for the spelling test coming up this week. All of you.”
My entire class grunts and whines at the mention of a test, even though they’ve known all week that one was coming. I laugh and continue to go through the papers they turned in after lunch.
Everyone pulls out their list of words and manages to quiet down and study for a few minutes. But that silence is broken when someone farts loudly.
I try to hold back my smile when I look around the classroom. “Does someone need to use the bathroom?”
“It was Xander!” Stacy screams, before plugging her nose and pointing beside her. “And it stinks! He’s so gross! Make him stop.”
Everyone laughs and points at Xander, and it takes everything in me to hold back my own laughter to be the role model I signed up to be when I became a teacher just over five years ago. I may be the adult, but sometimes I want to laugh right along with my students. Even when it comes to something as silly and disgusting as passing gas in class.
“All right. All right. That’s enough. Put your papers away and grab your backpacks. If you can do it quietly, I’ll let you out one minute before the bell rings. One minute and no sooner.”
The kids try their best to be quiet, but they still end up bickering at each other in hushed voices, while scrambling to gather their things in a hurry.
I’ll give them credit for t
rying. It’s not easy getting a bunch of ten-year-olds to keep it down to an indoor voice. They’ve gotten better since the beginning of the year and that’s something.
“I’ll accept the attempt.” I stand up and walk over to open the door and place the doorstop beneath it, before I stand in the doorway. “Everyone line-up at the door nicely and no shoving to...” They all rush toward the door in a hurry, as if I didn’t just ask them to be respectful of each other.
Reminds me of when I was in fourth grade, and sometimes even my twenty-seven-year-old self, when all I want to do is escape the day to be with Douglas. Like right now. I feel like budging them all to be the first one out the door.
I look up at the clock again, waiting impatiently for the seconds to tick by. I’ve been feeling impatient all day, ready for a night out with adults.
Who knew seconds were so long.
“Come on, Miss Reynolds!” Stacy says anxiously, looking up at the clock. “Can we go now? Please!”
“Yeah, Miss Reynolds,” Matthew adds. “Please!”
I step away from the doorway and out into the hall, letting my students know it’s about time.
In three… two… one…
“Everyone have a good weekend. See you all on Monday, prepared and ready to learn.”
My entire class is practically out the door, yelling bye before the last word can leave my mouth.
I laugh as I close the door and return to my desk to finish going through today’s work.
Once I’m done here, Douglas and I have plans to go out to dinner and get a few drinks with our friends. It’s something we plan every weekend if possible, and after a long week with ten-year-olds, I desperately need adult time. I love my students, I do, but adult time is my relaxation time. It soothes me.
Douglas told me he’d wait for me in his classroom. It’s something he always offers, so I quickly make my way through the papers and shove them to the corner of my desk. I don’t want to keep him waiting too long.
Douglas won’t be expecting me for at least another ten minutes, so it’ll be a nice surprise to show up early, then we can go ahead and get the evening started. I know he will be just as ready to get out of here for the weekend as I am.
I flip off the light and lock up my classroom, before making my way across the building to where Douglas’ sixth grade classroom is.
“Miss Reynolds.” I smile and nod to Jonathon as he steps out of his office, looking just as I feel. “You and Douglas have a good weekend. Enjoy the nice weather now that it’s here.”
“You as well, Principal Goodwin. Say hi to the wife for me.” He offers me a smile, before he makes his way down the hall, speaking to everyone he sees in passing.
Everyone seems to be leaving at once, so by the time I get to the other side of the building the hallway is empty. I’m relieved I won’t have to deal with Susan’s snooty ass, whose class is right next to Douglas’. I usually end up running into her as she’s leaving her class for the day.
For some unknown reason to me, she’s been a bitch to me since the day I started. I refuse to let her get under my skin, so I always brush her off and offer her a synthetic smile.
Once standing in front of Douglas’ classroom, I reach for the handle, about to open the door when I peek through the small window to see him chatting with the one person I was hoping to avoid. She’s been known to go to his class quite a bit during class hours, and even trying to combine their classrooms a few times a month, but this is the first time I’ve seen her here after hours.
I understand they need to meet because they give out a lot of the same assignments, but when she spends as much time in my boyfriend’s classroom as she does her own, it does nothing to make me hate her any less.
Douglas is sitting on his desk smiling up at Susan as she twirls her dark hair around her finger. It’s hard to see her facial expression from this angle, but from the looks of it she seems to be a little too giddy to be discussing curriculum, eyeing him occasionally as he messes with some paper beside him.
I give myself a small pep talk to keep my cool, but that goes to shit the moment she steps in between his legs and runs her hands up his thighs as if he is hers to do with as she pleases. I wait a moment, my breath held, expecting him to push her away.
He’s going to push her away, right? Of course he is…
But that doesn’t happen. My heart stops and a wave of nausea hits me when he grabs the back of her head and kisses her right on the lips.
For a moment, I almost believe I’m imagining it, but when I shake my head and open my eyes again, their lips are still locked together.
I’m going to puke.
Five years.
Five fucking years and he goes and kisses another woman as if I mean nothing to him. And of all the women he could’ve chosen, it just has to be Susan. He knows how uncomfortable she makes me feel.
I grab my chest and take a deep breath to keep from exploding. I could go in there right now, rip her stupid perfect hair out and cause a scene, but he’s not worth throwing my career away.
I do the only thing I can think of. I pull out my phone and snap a picture of the two of them, before forcing myself to walk away.
My chest is being crushed by an imaginary boulder, and it hurts to breathe as I make my way down the hall to escape.
I need to get as far away as I can and do so as fast as possible, before I do something I’ll regret. I’m sure Susan would be thrilled to see me lose my job over a scene, so she can finally prove to me that she’s the better woman.
It’s been nothing but a competition with her since the day I started here, and now I can see why. She’s probably wanted Douglas long before I came along.
I’ve been nothing but kind, loving, and faithful to this jerk, and he doesn’t even have the decency to break things off with me before giving into his dick and screwing around with her. Who knows what all they’ve done or how long this has been going on.
I’d love nothing more than to knee him in the balls before pouring a glass of my favorite wine over his pretty head, but I can’t. No, scratch that, my wine is too valuable to waste on a shit like him. He just had to ruin my right to shove his balls into his stomach by getting caught here of all places.
The place we’ve worked together for the last five years. We met here and fell in love here, and now I’ll always fucking hate him here.
I push the exterior door open, finally feeling as if I can breathe for the first time since forcing myself to walk away. It’s never been so hard to walk away from something before. It’s also never been so hard to breathe.
After mentally collecting myself, I force myself to keep walking. Just keep walking, Cami. Don’t stop until you reach your car or you’ll end the day unemployed.
When I finally get across the parking lot to my car—which feels like the longest walk of my life—the sight of Douglas’ SUV parked beside Susan’s Jeep has me wanting to carve ‘Fuck’ into the back of his vehicle and ‘You’ into hers, to show them I know about them messing around behind my back.
But instead, I take a deep breath and reach for the door handle of my old Sebring. He’s going to be the one regretting that we’re done. Not me. At least that’s what I’m telling myself and hoping to believe it.
Feeling dazed and out of it, I get in my car and sit for a while, thinking about how he’s probably expecting me to show up right about now. I can’t help but wonder if he would’ve kicked her out first or pretend they were ‘talking’ about their sixth grade homework assignments. Thoughts plague me.
How long has this piece of shit been doing this?
Have they slept together?
The way Susan Peters flaunts herself around here in her tight little dresses and stilettos, I likely already know the answer. “Of course they have. Late nights at the school, my ass.”
Taking another deep breath, I grab the steering wheel with shaky hands and drive out of the parking lot. I shouldn’t want to grab my phone and look at the picture I too
k of them kissing, but that’s all I can think about during the thirty-minute drive back to our house—the house he convinced me to move into with him three years ago—as if witnessing it the first time wasn’t torture enough.
I need to pull over so I can get another look. I don’t know why. It’s not like I need more convincing that what I saw is real. There was no mistaking his lips on hers. “Don’t do it, Camille. Don’t fucking do it.”
I squeeze the steering wheel tighter and before I can stop myself, I pull off to the side of the road and reach for my phone.
The moment I unlock the screen, it goes straight to the picture. Apparently, I forgot to get out of it before locking my phone.
My heart sinks to my stomach and I feel sick as I stare at the two of them together. I could seriously vomit or cry right now. Truthfully, I think I might do both.
His hand on the back of her head, holding her in place like he has done to me so many times before. If he didn’t want her there, then he sure as hell wouldn’t be holding her like that. The way he holds me.
They look comfortable together, which tells me this most likely isn’t the first time. But for how long? I’m not sure I want to know.
The knowledge of that turns my pain to hate and anger. “Fuck you, Douglas!” Screaming, I hit the steering wheel repeatedly, causing the horn to blare as I let some of my anger out, along with some tears. “I hate you!”
It does little to make me feel better. In fact, all it does is cause everyone driving by to slow down and look at me having my little psychotic breakdown. I fight back the urge to flip them off like an angry child.
I take a few calming breaths, just like I always tell my class to do, and pull back out into traffic. The faster I can get to the house, the faster I can get some of my things and leave.
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