Exquisite Taste

by J. D. Hollyfield

  “Why haven’t you tried to have sex with me?” Her voice trembles as she asks again.

  “You’re too young,” I respond.

  “I’m an adult. I’m almost nineteen.”

  “Barely legal.”

  Her eyes flare. She wrenches her wrists and thrashes against me, trying to break free from my hold. But all it does is spur me on. Her softness against my hardness. Her belly moving along the ridge of my shaft. Everything in me wants to put her in her place, to make her melt in my hands, at my touch, but the fight is just as fun. “I’m every bit as much a woman than anyone else who walks through those doors! What’s so horrible about me? Wait—you know what, fuck you. Don’t answer that. I don’t need your scrutiny. There are plenty of guys out there willing to have sex with me.”

  I snap.

  Rage rushes through my veins at the thought of anyone touching her. Shades of red filter my eyesight as I stare at this girl who has somehow worked her way inside me. Those lips that spew disobedience…they are mine. No one else’s. Her innocence is mine to defile. No one else’s. I stand there, my hands beginning to shake. I want her over my knee, to spank her bare ass until she shouts who she belongs to as I turn her beautiful smooth skin red with my touch.

  She wants to know what’s so horrible about her? How about she’s feisty and doesn’t listen to a damn thing I say. She’s absolutely nothing like what I normally desire, but the mere thought of anyone else with their hands on her makes my blood boil with rage.

  The images reeling over and over break me.

  I drop her arms. Bending down, I pick her up and ruthlessly toss her onto my bed. Her startled squeal falls on deaf ears as I grab her legs and jerk her to the bottom of the bed.

  “Damien, what are you—?”

  “For starters, you’re going to learn to obey me, or I will punish you.” I lean over her and yank at the lace garment covering her breasts. I’m rewarded with her bare nipple and wrap my lips around it, the soft flesh in my mouth. “Little girls who don’t listen get punished.” I suck harder, clamping my teeth around her. “And since you don’t have an obedient bone in your body, I have my work cut out with you,” I growl, and I bite down, earning a yelp. Her hands go up and thread through my hair, fighting me, but her pleasurable cry is the indication I need to confirm, stopping is the last thing she wants me to do.

  God, she infuriates me.

  But intrigues me more.

  I want to be the one who takes her innocence.

  Don’t do it, asshole.

  But I can’t stop. My dick and the obsessive beast inside me have other plans.

  I pull away, her nipple popping from my mouth. I move down her taut stomach until I’m exactly where I want to be, my mouth around her cunt. Her body trembles, fighting me more as I suck her clit through the thin lace. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. I pull the fabric back and lick at her fiercely, like a wild animal starved for her. I can’t be gentle. The urge to claim her, take her and brand her with my tongue, my cock, it’s so overwhelming, I’m blinded with lust, need, control. I jab at her cunt as hard as I can until she’s begging.

  That’s right, pet. Fucking mine.

  Her hands disappear into my hair and she pulls hard, while I continue to fuck her with my tongue. In and out, her moans are like fuel for me. I lift my hand and replace my tongue with two thick fingers. She’s absolutely sopping. Dirty little girl is enjoying her punishment.

  “What has you so wet, Jensen?” I taunt, each jab, each suck, bringing her closer to her orgasm.

  “Not you,” she moans, lifting her pussy into my mouth. Such an eager little thing. Every attempt at challenging me has my dick jolting in approval. I work her harder, faster, biting down on her clit, fucking her rougher with a third finger. Her hips are off the bed, riding my face, and I love every fucking second of it. The rumbled moans off my tongue are a sign of just how much.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Give me your cunt,” I growl. I’m on fire. The sweltering lust that’s stirring between us has me on the verge of losing control. The wild animal inside me is scraping to be freed and dominate her. Tear into her until I’ve sucked every part of her. I’m ruthless as I punch her with a fourth finger. Fuck, I want to take a finger to her ass. A fierceness strikes through me and she moans to the brink of screaming as her walls crush around me.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I start to work her slower and slower allowing her to work through her orgasm.

  She’s still struggling to catch her breath when I pull away and stand. I wipe her juices off my chin as she tries to compose herself. Everything comes to light when I realize I went too far. Fuck what did I just do. You lost fucking control, that’s what. I need her out of my sight before I do something I’ll regret. Tie her to my bed. Spread her wide. Fuck her bare and ruthless. Really claim her.

  Fuck!

  I toss my hands into my messy hair. “I need to attend to some business.” My voice is hoarse. I hurry and dress, grab for my suit jacket and walk away from her.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

  “Thanks for the reminder,” I say without stopping. Don’t look back. I text Fredrick on my way, demanding she be gone and in a cab. I fucked up. I went too far with her. I hit the basement floor and slam my feet down the hallway. I crack my knuckles. The same ones that were deep in her perfect, innocent cunt.

  “Fuck!” I howl and take my fist to the cement wall. The pain radiates, but it still doesn’t override the aftermath of vibrations I’m feeling from her. With shaky hands, I text Kade and tell him to have a room ready and waiting for me. I need to find something to erase the scent of her off my lips. The reminder of her soft skin off my mind. I need a room and a woman who knows her place.

  KICK, KICK, KICK…

  Kick, kick—

  “Not sure that’s gonna help. But if you jiggle the handle, it normally just gives you your change back.”

  I turn to my right to see a guy watching me assault the vending machine. “Oh, it’s not my change it ate, it’s the stupid bag of popcorn that keeps getting jammed.”

  The guy follows my vision to B5, where it shows four bags of popcorn in a waterfall, hanging over the lever. All jammed.

  “Wow, what attempt are you on?” he asks, trying not to laugh at me.

  “Five. I’m on attempt number five. I don’t even like popcorn all that much, but now it’s become war. I will get them all down.”

  He looks at me, offering his kind eyes and cute smile. “Want some help?”

  I throw my hands up. “Have at it.” I step back. Even though I was enjoying taking my aggression out on the vending machine, I did build up an appetite and just fed the machine the only five dollars I had. My cute new friend makes a fist, and with one swift bang against the side, all five bags fall like dominos.

  “Seriously?!”

  “Just needed that special touch I guess.” He bends down, scooping up the bags for me, while I peek at his bum. Not bad. Standing straight, he turns to me.

  “Thanks. I thought I was going to have to take a chair to the glass next.”

  Again, with that smile. “I’m glad I was able to help. My name’s Jake. I’m actually in your Psych class.”

  “Oh, hey. Jensen.” I stick out my hand to shake his.

  “Yeah. I’ve heard Professor Phillips call on you a few times. She seems to have it out for you, huh?”

  Boy does she. “I wouldn’t be very happy with me either if I kept falling asleep in her class.”

  It’s also been a full week and I haven’t fallen asleep once, so maybe she should get over it. Speaking of week, it’s been exactly that long since Damien dissed and dismissed me, then had his bulldog escort me off the premises. Not my finest moment, since I turned on the faucets in Damien’s bathroom and put the stopper in before I left. At least I walked out of there with some of my pride intact, knowing he could drown in his own stupid bullshit excuses. Literally and figuratively.

  The worst part about the whole situatio
n was I accidentally blew off Christine. When I got home on Saturday, I noticed I missed a text from her saying she waited for me and how hurt she was. She would be at the sorority house if I needed her.

  The sad part was I did need her.

  I needed to confess everything that had been going on in my life the past week. I needed to get all the messed-up shit I got myself into and everything I was feeling off my chest. Because I was feeling some really fucked up shit. When I called her cell, it was no shock Sylvia picked up. As if she had just been waiting for that moment to throw it in my face. I hung up and spent the remainder of the weekend sleeping or at the library catching up on my reading.

  Now being Friday, I’m alone again, about to spend my evening eating vending machine popcorn and watching a movie in the communal rec room. Christine has been scarce all week, but then again, I haven’t tried to reach out. Avoiding her is avoiding Sylvia, and it just seems better this way.

  “So…I didn’t know you lived in Tanner Hall,” Jake says, handing me my weekend stash of popcorn. “I’m just across the way in Basinger. We could walk together to class sometime.”

  “Yeah. I guess.” I say grabbing for the popcorn. I can’t say I’ve seen him in class. But then again, it’s the same population as a small town. “Well, thanks for the help. I’m just…uh, gonna go eat my popcorn now…” I wave my bags, ready to head back to the elevator when he stops me.

  “Hey, wait! So, there’s this party tonight.” Jake has his hands shoved in his pockets. “Any chance maybe you would want to go with me?”

  I’m expecting him to follow up with just kidding. A few more awkward seconds pass, but he’s still staring at me, waiting for an answer. “Oh, are you serious?”

  “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

  Well…shit. My first college party. “Yeah, sure. If you want to take me.”

  His smile assures me he does.

  Well, alrighty then.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t friends with them,” Jake apologizes for the billionth time since we arrived. It’s not his fault. How is he supposed to know I don’t get along with the bitch Barbie factory?

  “Seriously, not your fault. It’s fine.” It’s not fine. If I knew he was taking me to a frat party for a Greek exchange with my besties, the Delta Phi’s, I would have stuck to my five bags of popcorn and movie night. Jake hands me another shot of whiskey, and I gladly accept it. I think he truly feels bad so he’s compensating the guilt with booze. This I actually am fine with. I need it to put up with all the glares I’m getting across the living room.

  My one question, though, where is Christine? She doesn’t seem to be with them and she wasn’t in our room when I left.

  “Um…don’t kill me, but I think they’re walking over here.”

  I turn to see Sylvia and her pack of hyenas. Literally, picture a bunch of snarling dogs making obnoxious laughing sounds. I’m tempted to cover my ears just to block out the nightmares I’m going to have later.

  “Jakey,” Sylvia says, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. I want to cringe, and also make a mental note to never touch his cheek again since cooties are real and there’s no way I’m catching the Sylvia plague. She pulls away and glares at me with her beady eyes. She swirls her pink straw around in her pink Solo cup. “I didn’t know it was ‘bring your pet to school’ day.”

  This time, I do cover my ears as her pack giggles in hysterics. Jesus, my eardrums!

  “What’s wrong, freak? Do you have fleas or something?”

  “God no, make it stop!” Her eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Her eyes scan the room, trying to understand my desperate plea. Because trust me, it’s desperate. I don’t know whether to put them or myself out of our misery. “Oh, never mind. Don’t hurt yourself trying to figure it out. And for the record, we’re not in school. Hence your lame jab falling flat.”

  Jake stifles out a chuckle while a group of confused morons stare back at me. Sylvia’s gaze snaps to him, giving him the “I will eat you and spit you out” look, in which Jake pipes down. Chicken.

  “You’re a vile creature, no matter where you are. Don’t forget that.”

  I swig my whiskey and take a slow step toward her. “Oh yeah? Well, this vile creature was just about to take my date to my secret sex club and show him just what a wild vile creature I can be. You know, the place you want in. The place you’re not yet invited to.”

  Her face blanches. I fight my smile and the four chanting words, winner, winner, chicken dinner, that repeat in my head. Sylvia matches my movement, bringing us almost nose to nose when Jake interrupts our silent battle.

  “Wait, we’re going to a sex club? Sweet.”

  The realization hits me. Fuck. Why does my mouth get me into these predicaments? I just said I was going to take my date to Son of Satan’s club to do wild creature-istic things to him. Is it even possible that the floor below me will give out and save me the agony of trying to get out of this one?

  “Oh, Jensen didn’t tell you? She has the hookup.”

  So, guess not.

  “What kind of hookup?” Jake asks, putting his arm around my waist. I guess when you willingly offer a wild time to someone, they assume touching is fair game.

  I keep my eyes on Sylvia, fearing she might out me to Jake. I’m not so worried about him knowing about the club since I didn’t find it in the first place, but I watch her lips, because if anything like sub, pet, or sex slave comes out, I’m going to jam her mouth full of my fist to shut her up.

  “She can get us all into this exclusive club, right, Jensen?”

  Her smile is pure evil.

  “Actually, I forgot, it’s packed tonight for a thing. We can’t get in.” Lie. It also occurs to me that Damien isn’t even talking to me. I cannot go to the club. “Maybe another night.” I step back, but her hand latches onto my forearm.

  “Tonight. Now.”

  “I said I can’t.” I shake off the hold she has on me. Her claws get in deep, and I look back at her, unsettled by the obsessive look in her eyes.

  “We’re going. Or you’re done. Your choice.”

  I hate her.

  I hate even more that I know if I don’t oblige, she has the power to take something very important away from me.

  “Fine. Let’s go. But make your critters stop laughing or I swear I’ll make our cab crash before we even make it to the club.” Probably because I will grab the steering wheel and kill us myself.

  What the fuck was I thinking?

  Sweat slicks my skin and I could vomit, I’m so nervous. I should have faked a stroke or something at the party. Maybe a seizure just so they would leave and we wouldn’t be walking into Exquisite. My heart is pounding so violently I fear a heart attack. Or at this point, pray for one. Can people my age have heart attacks? Well, I’m about to find out because my heart is soon to beat out of my chest.

  “Jesus, this place is badass. Look at that chick. She’s fucking humping that dude right on the dance floor.” Jake sounds like a kid in a candy store. I roll my eyes and instruct them to keep walking. My plan is to dump them at the bar and sneak out. I don’t want to get caught here. I also don’t want Damien to think I’m fretting over his rejection. Because I’m not. Right?

  I maneuver through the side of the dance area while reining in the cattle of sisters who keep getting distracted by the scenery. Shaking my head, I decide they can find their own way to the bar. Not even Jake is paying attention anymore.

  Fuck this. I’m out.

  I turn to escape into the busy dance floor, knowing there’s an exit on the other side when I spot him.

  My heart stops puttering in my chest. My lungs seize. He’s walking through the crowd with his hand low on the back of a beautiful older woman. Probably his own age. Taller. Platinum blonde hair that looks like she washes it with pure gold. My stomach drops at the sight of him—and her.

  He is truly done with me. I fight off the emotions threatening to rip through me as he makes it a
cross, the entire sea of people opening for him to pass, and then he’s gone. With her.

  A single tear falls down my cheek, and I quickly swipe it away.

  “That fucking asshole,” I heave. My emotions take a nose dive and any sadness morphs into anger.

  Turning around, I dart toward Jake and grab his arm, startling him. “I’ll show you better,” I growl, dragging him toward the bar. I’ll show him just how much Damien Cross means to me, but after I drowned my pettiness in whiskey.

  The whiskey is doing the job. The libations are running through me, making my jumbled mind feel loose and uncaring. Maybe a little too uncaring. I’m grinding on Jake, as the music flows through me. I take a quick glimpse at the bar and see Sylvia and her rat gang laughing and sipping on their girly drinks. It’s then my eye catches movement to the right of the bar, where I spot Fredrick standing in the darkened corner. His brows are creased and he’s staring right at me, the same furious expression he always holds toward me on his face. I raise my middle finger and give him a friendly wave.

  I wonder if Damien is also watching me. Standing at his mirror, as Jake grinds into me, groping my waist. Stealing small advances as he swipes his greedy hands along the sides of my breasts. I hope he’s enjoying the eyeful of dry humping on his dance floor from someone else, not him. Maybe it will prove to him his refusal didn’t hurt me. If he wants to reject me, I can just as easily replace him

  The problem is, I may not be as into this as Jake is. I urge my brain to enjoy his touch. Enjoy the ride as his hard-on rubs against me, but it doesn’t seem to be that simple. My body wants something, someone else. Get out of your head, Jensen. I can do this. I twist around to throw my arms around his neck when a booming voice sounds behind Jake, almost causing me to trip.