Cocky Jerk (Cock of the Walk Duet Book 1)

by Rose Harper

  Giving him my best seductive look, I waited for him to finish what he started in the car. After he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, my entire world fell upside down. He was hung, and I don’t mean, ‘yeah my man’s six inches hung’, I mean rip-a-woman-apart hung. My eyes widened for just a second as I finally got to see what he was working with. My eyes snapped back up to see that his eyes had darkened and grown hooded.

  He strutted toward me, his thick, veined cock bobbing with every step. When he was finally close enough to touch me, he kissed the exposed skin of my left shoulder and neck, pulling a moan from me. His hands raked up the outside of my arms. My eyes drifted closed at the exquisite feel of his lips and hands on me. I leaned my head to the side, offering him more skin to worship with his sultry kisses. I felt his hand glide across the skin of my chest, settling on my chin. Pulling my face toward him, he nipped at my bottom lip, the action causing a rush of liquid to drench my lacy panties.

  He began nipping at my jaw and all the way to my ear, taking my lobe into his mouth and sucking it. I whimpered. His arms lowered, beginning to untie my corseted dress. His harsh breathing and my panting were the only sounds in the room. As I felt the last tie give away, the dress pooled at my feet. Stepping back into him, I felt his cock jump from excitement in the crevice of my ass. He groaned when he took in what I was wearing for him. I smiled, stepping out of his arms.

  Turning to face him, in a low sex-fueled voice, I whispered, “To your satisfaction, love?”

  His eyes widened, taking in the sight of me wearing a corset, thong, and garter set—all in white. He nodded his approval as his eyes surveyed every inch of my body.

  “My God. You are beautiful,” he rasped, stepping closer to me.

  I shook my head, making a bewildered expression pass his face. I sauntered over to the bed, feeling his eyes rake over my backside. Crawling onto the bed, I kneeled in the middle and shyly looked up at him. Crooking a finger at him, I beckoned him to join me on the lonely bed. He didn’t need further encouragement. He strutted toward me, his eyes beaming into mine the whole time.

  The nerves that I felt earlier before going to prom were nowhere to be found. Instead, I felt a wave of courage wash through me. He kneeled in front of me, his length jerking to attention with his sudden movements. To be honest, it looked kind of painful. But damn, the way his eyes raked over me, it seemed to be pleasure he was feeling. I began slowly unbuttoning the corset, letting it fall in front of me. My naked breasts were finally on display in front of him.

  “I’ll take things slow, Claire, but I don’t know how long I can last doing that,” he growled, his words dripping with lustful desire.

  “Just be gentle, Brad. I trust you.”

  He laid me back on the bed, his head dipping to my breast, gently licking my nipple causing it to become hard against his magical tongue. He showed the same courtesy to my other breast while sliding his hand down my stomach. The first contact of his hand against my mound forced a moan from me, as I arched my back from the bed. He growled against my breast as he continued to torture me with his skillful tongue.

  His fingers wrapped around the string of my thong, tugging. A rip sounded throughout the room. His dominance over my body caused heat to bloom in my lower stomach. His fingers caressed my folds with skilled precision. When his finger found my tight bundle of nerves, I cried out from the pleasure of just that little touch as he began rubbing in slow circles. The light touch caused my body to soar underneath his. I was already so close that I was sure just adding a bit of pressure I would fall over the edge and be lost forever.

  I was panting by the time his finger came to my entrance. He pushed inside my tight pussy, and I arched my back and cried out as the rush of my first orgasm shattered my entire body. It felt as if every particle of my being had been pulled apart. My scalp tingled, my body felt like tiny pins were pricking all across me. As the waves left me, I slumped down to the bed, breathing so hard I thought I would pass out.

  “We're not done yet, love,” he stated in a husky tone, pushing his finger in the rest of the way.

  Tiny shivers raked through me as he slowly pulled his finger out and thrust back in. He leaned back, looking into my eyes as his thumb found my clit and circled it as he kept pushing his finger in and out. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth into an ‘O.’ He growled just before his lips crashed into mine, his tongue dueling with mine. Raising my hands, I put them around his neck and held on for dear life.

  Breaking the kiss, I stared up at him, licking my lips. “I’m ready.”

  He closed his eyes and smiled before looking back down at me. “Are you sure?” I nodded my head.

  He nodded his head once, getting up from the bed. Picking up his pants he pulled out a foil package before coming back to the bed. He caught me sneaking peeks at his cock, and he smirked.

  “You can touch it you know,” he chuckled.

  Hesitantly, I lifted my hand, placing a finger at the head of him where a drop of pre-cum was beading up. He groaned, laying his head back. From the way he reacted to me just touching it with one finger, I was curious as to what he would do if I wrapped my whole hand around him. Running my finger down the length of him, I opened my hand, then closed it around him. His cock jerked in my hand as a moan fell from his open lips. I began stroking him, noticing he was velvety smooth and hard at the same time.

  I stroked him for a few minutes, noticing his breathing had changed to a harsher sound. His chest moved in fast spurts as he tried to get his breathing under control. He opened his eyes when I took my hand away. Spreading my legs, I leaned back onto the pillow, watching him open the package and cover himself with the condom. He settled between my thighs, and leaning down, he took my lips in a gentle kiss.

  “I’ll go slowly.”

  I nodded as he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. Gripping my thighs gently, he slowly slipped inside, inch by painstaking inch. My pussy felt like it was being stretched to the limits. But the feeling wasn’t unwanted. As he got halfway inside, I felt a pinching sensation. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and tried to forget the pain.

  “There’s no way I’ll last. Jesus H. You’re fucking tight,” he gasped out, his chin to his chest, watching his dick slowly disappear inside me.

  I wanted the pain to be over with, I wanted to get to the pleasure of it all. “Just do it,” I whimpered, tears beginning to collect in my eyes.

  He looked at me for confirmation; when I nodded to him, he lowered his hand to play with my clitoris. As the sensation of him rubbing me there was overriding the pain and I moaned, he thrust inside me to the hilt. I screamed as the pinching sensation turned into a full on burning sensation. The tears fell freely from my eyes now. I stared up at him, his eyes closed in concentration. After some time of him not moving, the pain began to ease.

  He slowly opened his eyes, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry, love. Are you okay?”

  He turned his face away from me, not able to see the pain in my eyes. He lifted himself back up making sure not to jostle me too much. I didn’t want him to feel bad for something I gave him permission to do. I touched his arm, so he would look at me. When he did, I nodded my head for him to continue. As he pulled out, I felt extremely empty. He lowered himself over me when he pushed back inside me. The feeling now blooming through me was pleasure, a deep, raw, overwhelming pleasure. I lifted my hips to meet his, encouraging him to speed up.

  He kissed me long and hard, as his hips started to slap into mine. The friction felt so good I cried out into his mouth. Sweat started coating our bodies as we glided against each other. It felt like he was worshipping my body, that I was the only one that could ever make him feel like this. An overwhelming feeling began deep inside my core and slithered up through my body. My pants echoed his grunts and groans.

  As his hips continued slapping against mine, I was lost. I arched my back under him. The feeling of his tongue gliding between my b
reasts pushed me over the edge. I screamed my release into the empty room, my voice echoing off the wall. The waves were prolonged from every thrust and grind of his pelvis against mine. When I felt him swell inside me, it pushed me into a third orgasm. My walls clenched around him over and over. He lifted away from me, grabbing my hips as he thrust in one last time, roaring my name into the night.

  I wrapped my legs and arms around him as he gave out. His chest grazed against my sensitive breasts as he tried to catch his breath. We laid there for what seemed like hours, just holding each other. When he gained enough strength, he pulled up and away from me, leaving me only long enough to deposit the used condom in the trash. He came back and pulled back the covers. Placing me underneath them, he slid in next to me with a sated smile on his face.

  He pulled me to him, draping me across his chest. I was so exhausted from what we just did; my eyes were closing long before I wanted them to. Just before I let myself fall all the way under, his lips grazed my forehead and he muttered against my hair.

  “I’ll love you always, my beautiful angel,” he softly whispered.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  A week after prom, I still had a glow resting on my cheeks. The things Brad and I did that night was nothing short of amazing. He was attentive, dominant—pretty much everything I ever wanted in a first time. And ever since that night, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other. It’s been absolutely perfect.

  Making my way to the post, I open the box and find a thick letter resting inside. My heart rose to my throat, a smile spread across my face. There’s no way it’s here already! I snatched it from the box and took off running toward the house, almost running straight through the door in the process.

  “It’s here!” I screamed, running through the house.

  The letter I’d been waiting on for weeks finally showed up. About halfway through my senior year in school I applied to a school in New York. I really found I have a knack for public relations, so that’s what I opted for as a career choice. I was beyond excited to receive the letter. I was about to give up any hope from hearing from this school. Having graduated a month ago, I was relieved when I went to the mailbox and saw it sitting there.

  “Hey Mom, it’s here!”

  If this letter said what I think it was going to, my life would be absolutely perfect.

  I looked through the kitchen, in all the bedrooms. I even went outside to see if I could find my mother. But she was nowhere to be found. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Her car was sitting in the driveway, so she had to be here somewhere. I went to check in my room and found her sitting on the bed, tears falling down her cheeks. I had no idea what was going on, but today was going to be a good day. I wasn’t going to let whatever she had going on ruin my good mood.

  “Mom, didn’t you hear me yelling?”

  She dried her eyes with a Kleenex before looking at me. “Yeah, honey, I did.”

  I looked from her to the box sitting next to her, then back to her. I was convinced whatever was in that box had something to do with her tears. I walked over to take the lid off the box, but she stopped me. Shaking her head, she cleared her throat and told me to tell her what I was so excited about. I showed her the letter in my hand, my eyes lit with happiness. When she saw the name on the front of it, her mouth hung open in shock.

  “No. Did you really?” she asked happily.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t opened it yet. That’s why I was trying to find you.” I exhaled, sitting down on the bed next to her.

  She tossed the Kleenex into the trash can, turning to me in the process. “Well, let’s open it.”

  I was momentarily distracted by the box on my bed. I pointed to it, looking her in the eyes. “What’s that?”

  She waved me off, taking the envelope out of my hands. Hearing the sound of her opening it, my breath caught in my lungs. This was it. I was finally going to find out if I got into the school of my dreams. When she started reading the letter, she jumped up and started squealing. I shook my head and giggled.

  “Mom, I don’t know why you are squealing and jumping, but you can if you want to,” I said.

  “Oh, baby! You got in! You got in!” she yelled, turning in a circle holding the letter to her chest.

  Tears started falling from our eyes. I jumped up and grabbed the letter from her, reading it. Sure enough, it read that I would be starting in the fall semester. I looked up into my mother’s tear-stained, smiling face. I grabbed her to me and held on for dear life. If it hadn’t been for this woman, I don’t know where I would be right now. When my own father didn’t want me, she did. Even though raising me was hard as hell, she managed it. I loved her so much.

  When our squealing died down, I ran to my door. I had to tell Brad the good news. I hadn’t seen him in almost four days. To be honest, I wanted to see him more than show him my acceptance letter. This had been the longest that he and I had ever been apart. I heard my mother calling out my name, but I wouldn’t let her stop me from seeing him. He deserved to know. He was going to be a part of my future, after all.

  Getting into my car, I raced to his house. As I pulled up to the stoop, my excitement was so high that I didn’t notice the big van in the driveway. Running to the front door, I rang the doorbell. I was shifting from side to side when the door opened. When I saw Brad, I leapt into his arms. I rained his face with kisses and hugged him close to me. But something didn’t feel right. I didn’t feel his arms around me, nor his lips, sweeping kisses across my face.

  I lowered myself to the floor, staring up at him. Could four days really change a person? The person I saw in front of me looked like a hollow shell of the man that was so full of life a week ago. His face was a blank mask, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were in a stern line. This was not my Brad.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  There was a noise behind him, so I glanced in that direction to see his mother standing next to the sofa. Her face was the same as Brad’s, if not worse. She looked like someone had killed her cat or something. I was about to say something before she cut me off.

  “You need to leave, Claire,” she snubbed out.

  My mouth hung open in shock. She has never talked to me like this before—ever. If anything, she treated me just like a daughter. I was flabbergasted by the anger lacing her words.

  “Mrs. Titan, did I do something wrong?” I asked, clearly confused by the look of hatred I saw on her face now.

  “Oh, like I need to answer that, you fucking whore,” she seethed, glaring at me.

  Wow. Whiplash. What the fuck was going on?

  I opened my mouth to say something, but Brad cut me off. “Claire, you need to leave.”

  I looked back up at him in shock. I had no idea what the hell was going on, but whatever it was, it was really bad. “Um … Can you please explain to me what’s going on?”

  From the look on his face, my heart broke. When I said that nothing could possibly ruin my day, I had been so extremely wrong. I took in his whole appearance, noting the wrinkly clothes, unshaved jaw, and the clear lack of sleep he hadn’t been getting. I went to hug him, but he pushed me away. Tears began forming in my eyes at his dismissal. He didn’t even want to touch me. Hell, he couldn’t even look at me for more than a few seconds at a time.

  “You know a hell of a lot more than I do at this point,” he stated, as his eyes finally settled on mine, blazing with a rage I had never seen before.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I said low in my throat, tucking the now forgotten envelope into my pocket.

  He walked away from me to grab a picture off the hall table. Returning to me, he thrust the picture in my hand. The first time he put his hands on me since I got here was to push me out the door. Hearing the door slam at my back, I turned around. The shock of his cold treatment was settling into my bones. I had no idea how we went from being in love to him treating me like I was a piece of shit on his shoe.

  Looking down at the
picture, I fought the bile that rose in my throat. It was a picture of Henry and me—having sex. What the fuck? I had only ever been with one man, and he just slammed the door in my face, figuratively speaking. I put a hand over my mouth as tears started to fall. I noticed a movement at the corner of my eyes. Glancing over, I saw Mrs. Titan putting her things into the moving van. The same one I totally missed in my haste to get to Brad.

  When she exited the van, her sinister smile did not go unnoticed. It looked as if she knew something that I didn’t. I started walking toward her, until Brad came from the garage and saw me coming closer. He stopped in front of his mother, glaring at me. His don’t-fuck-with-me glare stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. But I did know that I never did anything with Brad’s father. That much I was certain of.

  I saw red.

  “Do you really think I would do something like this? Huh? That I could hurt you by doing this lie?” I yelled, balling up the picture and throwing it at him.

  When he didn’t answer me, it infuriated me even further. “Fucking answer me!”

  He closed the distance between us—fast. Getting in my face, his nostrils were flared from his anger. His eyes looked pure black. He looked crazed, that at any moment he was about to break. “The fucking proof was in your motherfucking hands, Claire!”

  I stood toe to toe with him, my cheeks burning bright red from my anger. “It’s a fucking lie, Brad! I would never do something like this to you. Why the fuck would I?”

  “Money … Cock … I don’t know, take your motherfucking pick. But what I do know is …” He stopped ranting to walk back to where he was, picking the picture up off the ground. Unfolding it, he stalked back over to me. “Pictures. Do. Not. Lie, you scheming bitch.”