My Hookup Girl (My Girl Series Book 2)

by Nicky Fox

  Jake stands up slowly and grips my hips. I slide my hands to his forearms. He’s so handsome. I stare at his damp lips, wanting to taste my essence on him. I rise up on my toes and kiss him. It turns me on to taste myself on his tongue. He eagerly thrusts his tongue in my mouth. This must get him excited too. Jake grips my hair like I like and dominates the kiss. He has me under his spell. No wonder I was giving him the look at the reception. I close my eyes to shield my need. We continue to ravage each other’s mouths. I love his lips, they mold perfectly to mine. My lips don’t want to leave his.

  Jake’s clothes are not off yet, but I’m working on it. I know he likes to be in complete control of every situation, but maybe he’ll let me lead a little and get these pants off him. How can a guy that talented in bed work all the time? He must have a rolodex of women or at least a shit ton of one-night stands. I don’t want to really think of him with other women right now. I move my hands to his chest and look up to see if it’s okay that I take his shirt off. His eyes just stare back, so I take that as a yes.

  My hands are shaky from that last orgasm as I move down each button. I finally get to the last one, before I have to pull his shirt out of his slacks to finish. I give it a hard tug and he smiles at my enthusiasm. Jake bends down to kiss me as I push his shirt off him. I pause so I can take in his naked torso. It’s magnificent. I rub my hands down his firm chest to his six-pack. There’s a light shading of hair across his chest. It makes me want to run my hands all over him. Jake’s all man. I bet he’d look amazing in one of those gladiator costumes. When does he find the time to work out? I grab at his belt, anxious to get to the big present I know is waiting for me. Jake suddenly spanks me on the ass. I squeal.

  “I didn’t say you could take off my pants.” He smiles. Tease. God, I can’t wait to have sex with him. I want it rough right now. As if he knows what I’m thinking, he hoists me over one shoulder in a fireman’s hold and leads me to what I assume is his bedroom. What a caveman. He spanks my ass and grabs one cheek as he saunters to his room. I have a feeling my pussy is about to get owned. I’m so giddy, I’m almost giggling. He plops me on my back onto his bed. “Spread your legs, I want to see how wet that made you.”

  I do as he says and show him my glistening core. Jake stares at my pussy as he begins to undo his belt. I can feel myself get even wetter as I watch him undress. I have no idea what his bedroom looks like. I’m lying on a gray comforter but that’s about all the concern I have for my surroundings right now. All I can concentrate on is Jake’s gorgeous body. This has been a roller-coaster of emotions this evening. I’m pissed and then swept away with him from moment to moment. He drives me crazy. This striptease is driving me even crazier. His pants are finally gone and he’s in black boxers. I’m a little disappointed he doesn’t go commando. I move my hand down to touch myself, but he shakes his head. I need some friction so bad.

  “You want my cock?”

  “Yes,” I plead. I’m so tempted to close my legs and rub them together. I just need to be patient. Jake pushes his boxers down and a gorgeous thick cock is standing at attention just for me. I sigh. He starts to slowly stroke himself. “Jake,” I whimper, spreading my legs more for him.

  “That’s right, sugar. Beg for my cock.” I grip the blanket as I watch him continue his ministrations. It’s a fight not to touch myself. I need him so badly. I’d beg him to do anything to me right now, especially with his dick.

  “I need your cock, Jake. I need you to fuck me, please.” I’m seriously going to lose it if he doesn’t fuck me right now. I can’t wait any longer. I writhe in front of him as he grabs a condom from a drawer in his dresser. He slowly rolls it on. I huff. He stops and looks from his appendage to me. He’s torturing me. I bite my lip to stop any noise from coming out of my mouth. Then Jake’s kneeling between my legs. My hips sway on their own accord, my pussy seeking out his cock. I have no control over my body. He taps my pussy with his dick and I moan. God, I’m so sensitive. He bends down and blows cool air across my mound. “Ugh! Please!”

  Jake smiles darkly and then in one thrust, he’s completely inside me to the hilt. “Yes!” I call out.

  Jake groans and grabs my knees as he starts pumping in earnest. Holy fuck. Where has this cock been my entire life? His cock is a firm force of nature brought into this world to give pleasure and I’m going to soak it all up. I notice that I haven’t stopped saying yes as he pounds into me. I obviously don’t have control over my mouth either. His hands have slid down from my knees to my hips where he’s controlling my movements.

  “This pussy is mine. Say it, Evie.” God, I love it when he’s territorial. Fuck yes. I want to claim his cock as mine right now. “Say it!” Jake growls. He doesn’t slow down or lose concentration. He’s fucking my brains out right now. The bed feels like it’s tilting under me.

  “Oh my God. Yes, this pussy is yours. All yours.” I’m lying on the bed and he’s doing all the work, but I’m more out of breath than he is. My breasts jiggle with every hit to my core. His eyes haven’t strayed from my body or my face. I bask in his attention. His hair’s in his face as he pumps. I take a mental picture of the way his arms strain to hold me to him. I capture the lust on his face, his intense brown eyes. He’s biting his lip barely holding on to control. I want him to go wild on me. Jake’s strong arms hold on to keep me steady and his abs contract with every thrust. He’s a sight to behold and it’s going to be forever etched in my flick bank. This man can fuck.

  “Fuck right it is. I own this pussy.” I usually don’t like it when guys say pussy, but he can chant it for all he likes, because it’s about to make me come. Dirty talk gets me every time.

  “Jake!” My eyes roll into the back of my head and I hold on to his forearms for dear life as he pounds the orgasm out of my body. It’s like I was made to be fucked by his cock. He’s hitting all the right spots and he knows I like it rough and hard. He gives me what I want without having to say a single word. Jake’s paying attention to all my reactions. It’s divine.

  “That’s right, Evie. Come all over my cock. Give me that sugar.” I black out for a couple seconds. I gasp for air. My hands go to his abs so he will slow his ministrations, it’s all too much. He doesn’t slow. Jake does the exact opposite and starts thrusting harder. I’m sliding off the bed. A corner of the sheet has come off the edge. I don’t know where his comforter is. He’s literally fucking the sheets off his bed.

  I howl. Jake actually makes me howl. There’s sweat glistening all over him. My pussy is taking one hell of a beating and loving every minute of it. My head is thrashing back and forth as I feel another orgasm rising out of me. “Jake!”

  “Fuck, yes.” He roars like a fucking bear and then I can feel his cock expand with his release. It’s the most intense sex session of my life. Jake’s come face makes me clench even harder around him. His gaze is fierce and he’s looking straight into my eyes. Fuck, another vision for when I flick the bean. He’s like an animal. I’m sure he’s made women weep in bed, it’s that good.

  Jake collapses and rolls on to his back to take the condom off. He gets rid of it on the side of the bed, where I assume there’s a trash can. He’s panting. I watch his muscular chest heave, it’s damn sexy. I can’t keep my eyes off him. I’m enamored by his sexual prowess.

  The sex god heads to the bathroom as I lie like a limp noodle. It’s like an out of body experience. I can see his reflection in the mirror as he splashes water on his face. Jake has a serious face, but to me it’s sexy. I’m probably gazing at him like I want to marry him. I can’t help it. I close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. It’s quiet for a moment, so I open my eyes. Jake’s standing at the side of the bed staring at my body.

  I bite my lip as I stare back at his amazing anatomy. Is he hard again? I look into his eyes. They roam down my body like he’s deciding something. I take the time to look over his massive chest, his tight abs, and his strong legs. Jake should just be nude. It’s almost a disservice to cover all that s
exiness up. I’m not sure what to say or do at this point. I don’t know if he’s done with me or if we are going to continue this sexathon. I doubt I can keep up. I can barely move.

  “On your stomach. I want to fuck you from behind now.” Just like that, I’m wet again. I manage to roll over like I’m on fire. I’d stop, drop, and roll anytime for this man. I wait to feel him against my back. I’m not disappointed. His firm abs press against my backside. I gasp at his hard cock nestled between my cheeks. “One of these days, I’m going to own this ass too.” I don’t know if Jake’s just saying that for foreplay or in the heat of the moment. I grip the sheet that’s no longer anchored to the bed. It’s pretty useless at this point, but I might have to use it to bite on if this gets any more extreme, which I’m expecting will be the case.

  5

  Jake wasn’t kidding. He fucked me all night until I passed out. It was glorious. My pussy has never been pleasured, pounded, and licked that much. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. His control, confidence, and commanding presence in the bedroom were something to behold. I learned new positions. I even had a double orgasm there toward the end. I think he was trying to kill me with his cock. Here lies Evie Walker, death by the magnificent cock of Jake Westley, sex god. Her last minutes were spent coming all over the best dick she ever got. I sigh and replay all the wonderful memories from the night before.

  Waking with a smile, I rub my eyes. I don’t want to wake up from this dirty fantasy. Even my dreams of Jake were not nearly as hot as he is in real life. I’m seriously ruined. He was right. Jake fucked me within an inch of my life. If Hunter is anything like Jake, I don’t blame Lee one bit for rising the cock till the cows come home. No wonder she’s pregnant.

  I take in my surroundings. Jake’s mattress is in front of my face. I face planted after he took me from behind the third time. I wonder if he tried to wake me. Although I think my vagina is out of commission. She also has been pounded within an inch of her life. I roll over and see Jake is standing at the foot of the bed. He’s staring at me. I notice then, that I’m not covered at all. I’m just lying on his bare mattress, naked.

  I feel self-conscious. I must look like hell. He should know though, he took me there and back. I grin because I can’t help it. “Hi.” I know my face is so goofy right now, but I don’t give a shit. I got laid last night and it was epic.

  “Hey.” Oh God. His morning voice goes straight to my clit. Okay, maybe if I gave my vagina a pep talk, we could work in a sex session this morning. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I didn’t want to be a dick and just leave. I gotta get to the office.” Damn it! My vagina was totally warming up to the idea of Jake’s cock again. “I told you I’d drop you off at your car, so we need to get going.” Well, at least he’s a man of his word. This feels a little awkward.

  I sit up and look around his room. I didn’t get a sense of my surroundings before he was inside me. There’s a lot of dark Ikea furniture. Knowing him, he probably just said, “I’ll take the whole set,” when he saw a room Ikea designed. I giggle to myself. I see him in the corner of my eye cock his head.

  “What?”

  “Your Ikea bedroom set is funny. I’m surprised we didn’t break it last night.” He shakes his head and strolls out of the room to give me some privacy. That’s when I notice Jake’s already dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt and I’m naked with my hair in my face. I’m a train wreck. Time to wake up from the sexathon and get a move on.

  There’s no breakfast, no conversation really. But even his aloof behavior can’t wipe the smile off my face. Nothing can ruin the fucktastic night I had. We’re riding in his car and I’m sure I’m glowing from all the orgasms last night. I feel like a million bucks.

  “Why are you smiling so much?” Pfft, as if he doesn’t know. Jake’s probably like every guy and needs to hear it.

  “Because my vagina is no longer sad.” He looks at me like I’m kidding, but I give him a straight face. It’s no laughing matter. My vagina was going into a deep depression. He belts out a laugh that makes me jump. Wow, and what a laugh it is. I’ve hardly seen him smile much less heard him laugh. It’s been a magical twelve hours.

  “Your vagina was sad?” He tries to concentrate on the road, but he’s checking my face for any hint of tomfoolery.

  “Yes, she was. In fact, Jasmine was almost in a depression.”

  He scoffs. “Jasmine? You named your pussy Jasmine?” He sounds incredulous and somewhat amused. I’m glad I can see this playful side of him after sex with him last night.

  “Yes, Princess Jasmine. She’s a tiger in the sack and a queen in the streets. I’m sure you’ve named your cock.” Jake looks so busted right now. I know for a fact this guy has named his dick. Every guy does. Most of the time they’re pretty lame too, like He-man, Sledgehammer, Brutus, Poundcake. Jake’s shifting in his seat and adjusting himself. I wonder if this turns him on. “Come on, what did you name your penis?”

  He laughs again. “First, it’s not a penis. It’s cock or dick. Or Princess Jasmine, you can call it your Genie of the Lamp, rub it to make all your orgasm wishes come true,” Jake says with a glint in his eye.

  “Oh my gosh. Did you just make a joke, Jake Westley?” I’m flabbergasted. He’s flirting, teasing, and laughing with me. Did he wake up on the sextastic side of the bed too? Jake shakes his head at me and pulls in to the parking lot next to my car and shifts it into park. It’s completely silent inside the car and awkward again. His jovial attitude from earlier is wiped away and now he’s back to business. If I get out before he says anything, it might be better than him acting like last night wasn’t magical.

  I don’t expect to be dating now. I don’t even expect for us to be friends, but I do feel we owe it to our bodies to have as much sex as possible. Unlike last night, I won’t beg. If he feels one time was enough with me, then I’ll let it go. He still hasn’t said anything and I’m getting the hint.

  “Bye, Jake. Thanks for making my vagina happy again.” I smile at him, open the car door and get out. I close it before he can say anything. My car keys are already in my hand, so I’m able to make a quick getaway. After unlocking my car, I shove my purse in the passenger seat and start up my little silver Honda Accord. I’m zooming out of the parking lot before Jake even puts his car in drive. At least I was the one who said bye this time.

  6

  “You didn’t come home last night, you little slut.” Maggie has the biggest smile on her face as she looks me over. “Hair a mess, makeup worn off, clothes wrinkled; evidence points to you having world altering sex last night. I like this look on you.” She gives me a big hug. This is why Maggie and I get along so well. She’s happy that I got laid. That’s real friendship. She pulls back and scrutinizes my face. “Who’s the guy?”

  I scrunch up my face, a little afraid to tell her. I mean, it’s Hunter’s half-brother and Lee’s brother-in-law. This could get a little complicated. I know Lee’s all for this, but if this goes south, which I’m guessing it will eventually, it will make everyone involved uncomfortable. I don’t want to do that to her. She’s my best friend. I need to tell Maggie and see what she thinks I should do.

  “Jake Westley.” I hold my breath and wait for Maggie’s reaction.

  “Holy shit, girl. Get a piece of that. That guy was freaking hot at the wedding. He seemed a bit uptight, but if you’re looking the way you are, I’m assuming he’s relaxed this morning.” Maggie’s eyebrows wiggle up and down.

  “He finger-fucked me at the wedding reception.”

  It just came out. I have no filter around her. She’s like a snake charmer of sex tales. I slap my hand against my forehead. I didn’t need to tell her that. Sure enough, Maggie is salivating at the mouth. I never told her. I only recently told Lee.

  “He finger . . . wait. What do you mean at the reception?” Shit. I need to go straight to my room and take a long shower and put my foot in my mouth. I don’t though.

  “It was in a dark corner, we had t
o be quiet,” I whisper. I don’t know why. It’s not a secret anymore and we’re the only two in this apartment. A smirk graces her face.

  “He’s a freak! So, he likes public sex. I’m sorry, Evie. You’re going to have to go into great detail on every position that occurred last night. This is girl code here.”

  I cross my arms. Maggie needs to get laid more than I do or did. All that comes out of this woman’s mouth is about getting down and dirty. Which I’m usually more than willing to talk about when it’s someone else. With Jake though, I don’t want to divulge that information yet. I don’t even know what the hell is going on with us. It’s a bit of a mess. I’m sure it was just a hookup and nothing more.

  “I’m not going to tell you about my sex last night, Maggie. There’s no girl code that says you have to divulge your sexual exploits.” I head toward my bedroom.

  Maggie calls at my back, “There should be!”

  I smile. Last night was amazing. I loved every minute of it, until the drop off this morning. I freaked out a bit. I’m sure he’s used to girls being cool and aloof. That’s probably how Jake likes them. I get attached and usually to the worst men. I was wild at a time and wanted to explore, but that didn’t last long. I would eventually like a relationship one of these days. I just don’t know if that’s in the cards for me. Horrible men seem to find their way to me.

  As I wash my body in the shower, the soap runs over a scar on my hip. I’m forever marked by the one man I can’t stand. He was my boyfriend for a year in college. I thought we were going to get married. He didn’t become abusive until eight months in. He was perfect, until he wasn’t. Until Jerry started beating me. I still can’t believe I didn’t walk away that first time. We had a small argument, but it was heated. I was leaving to get some air. Jerry grabbed my arm, which caused me to swing around. He looked me right in the eyes and slapped me across the face. I clutched my cheek and stared at him in disbelief. There was surprise on his face too. Jerry pulled me in for a hug. I was in shock and leaned into him unconsciously. He pleaded with me and said he didn’t mean to do it and promised he had never done it before. He didn’t know what came over him. Jerry wined and dined me after that for a little while.