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 watches 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.
Cami
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.
I haven’t been able to stop picturing him with other women since the jerk-off brought it up. The same thing is on constant repeat—him taking them rough and wild like he took me. As much as I despise myself for it, it makes me jealous.
What the hell is wrong with you? He’s a Grade-A dick to you and here you are wanting more.
I don’t even like the guy, regardless of how it would appear. In fact, I hate him. He infuriates me to no end, yet I can’t help but to be physically attracted to him. Talk about being messed up.
I stop and bend over to catch my breath when my phone vibrates with a call coming through for the second time. It’s likely Veronica. She should be home anytime now, so I pull out my phone and answer it without checking to see who it is.
“You’re home already?” I ask, out of breath. “How was the trip?”
“What the fuck trip are you talking about?” Jensen’s deep voice questions, surprising me. “Where are you?”
I let out a sarcastic laugh and stand up straight. “Why are you calling me, Jensen? Don’t you have some other girl to use your body on? I wouldn’t want to keep you from that.”
“Someone a little jealous?” The confidence in his voice has me wanting to punch him through the phone.
“That’s never happening.” I walk the bike path that leads back to my car. “Now, what do you want? I’m a little busy.”
“Doing what?” he questions stiffly. “Why are you out of breath?”
“I just got done… exercising. Had to let off a little steam,” I tease. “You know how that is.”
“I do,” he growls. “Just stay away from Baker Street. I’ve got shit to do. Don’t be fucking late tomorrow. It’s going to be a long night.”
“What’s on Baker—”
The phone goes silent before I can finish asking him why the hell I need to stay away from Baker Street. When I drove by earlier there was some kind of Flea Market thing going on with a bunch of vendor tables set up. I didn’t have any plans to drop by and do some shopping myself, but now I’m curious.
Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I pick up speed and jog back to my car. After downing an entire bottle of water and taking a moment to catch my breath, I take off toward Baker Street, ignoring Jensen’s order.
He has no right to order me to do anything, and he knows it, yet he feels the need to do so anyway. Well, maybe he should see what it looks like for someone to disobey.
It takes a few minutes to find somewhere to park, but once I do, I get out and walk around, browsing a few of the tables but not stopping to talk to any of the vendors.
I don’t understand why the hell he’d want me to stay away from this thing, but after walking by a few more tables, I have my answer.
A wave of nausea hits me when I spot Douglas and Susan in the baby area, shopping for their unborn child.
I don’t want to feel anything for Douglas anymore, but seeing them together shopping for their future baby makes everything that much more real. The man I’ve been in love with for the past five years is about to have a baby with another woman. One he conceived while still my boyfriend.
Swallowing, I back up slowly, unable to pull my eyes away as Susan holds up a little white onesie that says ‘Little blessing’ across the front.
Douglas might’ve told me he wasn’t happy with Susan, but from the way his eyes light up when he takes it from her, it’s clear he’s not nearly as unhappy with her as he made it seem.
My chest tightens with anger as I quickly turn around to get away from them as fast as I possibly can. I don’t think I could handle them spotting me here right now. I can’t face them, because truthfully, I want to slap a pregnant woman across the face, and that’s something I never thought I’d have the urge to do.
As soon as I get to my car, I grip the wheel and squeeze it like I’m trying to break it. My heart is pounding so hard it’s causing my body to jerk each time it slams against my ribcage.
Jensen must’ve saw them when he drove by, and as much as I want to continue hating him for last night, the fact that he cared enough to warn me softens a spot in my broken heart for him.
It proves that he’s not as heartless and uncaring as I originally thought. Underneath all the assholeness there could be a guy with a heart after all.
I can’t help but wonder if he’ll give me a little glimpse into that side of him if I’m around long enough. Would I like that side of him?
“No,” I say to myself. “Absolutely not. Nope. No way.” I shake my head and drive off. Veronica will be home soon and she promised me a girls’ night to get away from everything weighing me down right now.
I need to shower and block my mind from any thoughts of Douglas or Jensen. This night is about me and Veronica and we’re going to have a good time.
No talking about Jensen and how he came over during a time I was vulnerable. Like a fool, I let him into the house and into my temporary bed—one that he almost broke, might I add.
And certainly no talking about my ex who got another girl pregnant. I can’t believe he’s out shopping in public for baby stuff right now when someone from the school could’ve spotted them.
* * *
We’ve been at Social for an hour now and my best friend has been looking at me from across the table as if she’s trying to figure me out.
I don’t know why, but it makes me nervous. Scratch that. I do know why. She knows everything about me, and soon she’ll know I slept with Jensen.
“So…” Veronica swirls her finger over the rim of her wine glass, trying her best to keep a straight face. “You going to tell me why I found my favorite candle under the table today?”
I shrug and take a quick sip of my wine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you knocked it down before you left and forgot.”
“Did I also knock the pictures on my wall crooked?” She grins above her glass, before taking a swig, followed by a second one. “I mean, I could guess what happened if you want me to. We both know I’m pretty good with guessing games.”
“No.” My heart speeds up and I quickly look away from my drink, trying my best to not look panicked. “I’d rather you not. Can we just enjoy a girls’ night out together with no drama? It’s been a while, and I need this right now.”
“Sure.” She grins. “But I’ll find out sooner or later. I always do.”
That’s not a lie.
“How was spending the weekend with Peter’s parents? His mom still as bossy as she used to be?”
She rolls her eyes. “You have no idea. I’ve never met a bossier woman in my entire life. Peter is lucky I love him as much as I do or I’d give that woman a piece of my mind. She actually made me change my shirt before we went out to dinner last night, because she said black is depressing. I felt like telling her that being around her is depressing.”
We both laugh, and I suddenly feel a little better that I don’t have a bitchy mother-in-law to deal with twice a year at least. I’m not sure I could handle it as well as Veronica does. Mine would’ve already gotten a piece of my mind in the first month of marriage.
“Are you okay, Cami?” she suddenly asks once our laughter dies down. “Honestly. I know what you’re going through with Douglas is hard. You can tell me.”
“Veronica…” I down my wine, on edge now that she’s brought up Douglas. “I’ll be fine. To be honest, I think I’m more pissed that he made me look like a fool and broke my trust. I keep wondering if I would’ve been hurt at all had he just done the right thing and broke things off first. I would’ve felt lonely for a bit, yes, after being with Douglas for so long, but I think I would’ve been okay after a few months, maybe less. I don’t know.” I exhale and look up to meet Veronica’s concerned eyes. “But now everyone will know Douglas cheated on me and I’ll look like the idiot that believed his lies. People at school will start talking soon and looking at me with pity. Everyone will be awkward around me. I think I hate that the most.”
“I get that. I’d feel the exact same way.” She nods at the cocktail waitress when she walks by to see if we need refills. “Yes, please. Actually, bring the rest of the bottle. We’ll need it.”
“We?” I question.
“Yes. We. I can’t get Peter’s mother’s annoying, bitchy voice out of my head. She’s so fucking condescending. I’d love to shove this bottle of wine where the sun doesn’t shine. Just don’t tell Peter that.”
“I won’t tell Peter if you drop the whole candle and crooked pictures thing,” I say, hopeful.
“That’s not happening, Cami.” She reaches over with a huge grin on her face and refills my glass. “Drink up, so you’ll spill your guts to me and give me all the juicy details. I needed them like yesterday.”
“You know me too well.” I lift the glass of wine. “That’s exactly why this will be my last drink.”
“Oh, come on!” Veronica practically screams. “It was Jensen, wasn’t it? You fucked my landlord in my house.”
“Shh! Keep it down, Veronica.” Embarrassment hits me when I notice a few people looking our way, being nosey. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to,” she p
ractically sings. “The smell of his cologne is still lingering in the doorway of your bedroom. I’ve known Jensen for years and he’s always worn that same scent. You let him fuck you good and hard, didn’t you?”
I get hot at the memory of just how good and hard he actually did fuck me. I might even be a little wet right now, and I don’t mean my mouth from the wine currently filling it.
“Is that sweat I see forming on your forehead, Cami?” She runs her tongue over her lips and grins. “He was that good, huh?”
“God, Veronica. You’re really going to make me come out and say it?”
“Say it,” she pushes. “He had to be a hundred times better than Douglas. I’ve heard so many stories about Jensen’s body. Let me tell you. I just want to know if they’re true. As my friend, I expect you to give me that answer.”
“I’m cringing inside as I say this, Veronica. You have no idea how much I’d like to tell you that the rumors are false, but holy shit, he was better than good. He was fantastic.” I take a drink of my wine and sigh. “I can still feel him inside of me. He made sure I’d feel him for days. I hate him for it too.”
Her eyes go big at my confession and she appears to be sweating herself. “Well, damn. No wonder an asshole like him still manages to get laid. It definitely has nothing to do with his personality.” Or that mouth… “He’s not nice to anyone anymore.”
“Anymore?” I question, now curious to learn more. “He used to be nice?”
“You could say that. But hey…” She shrugs. “Things change and so do we, right? Sometimes we can’t help it.”
“I guess, but I’d like to think we can help it if we want to badly enough.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to, Cami.”
She says nothing else on the matter. We change the subject, and for that I’m thankful. I already spend too much time thinking about Jensen. I don’t need another reason to have him in the back of my mind. He is who is because he chose to be that way. I don’t see him changing anytime soon, and even if he does, he’s nothing to me but my landlord.
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