by Claire Adams
"Maybe in a few minutes." I closed the door and turned back to see Sam watching me with his mouth hanging open.
"Wow. Why do you always score? It's almost unfair." He moved back and lifted his beer to his lips.
"They're too young for me, idiot." I swept up the popcorn and threw it away before patting his chest. "Do not leave without me tonight. Got it? I'm serious. Don't leave me here, or I'll find you and beat the tar out of you."
"Alright. Shit. Don't leave without you. I got it." He gave me a goofy grin and moved toward the living room. "Come on. Let me introduce you to some people."
I followed him, downing the rest of my beer. We stopped by the keg in the hallway near the back door before walking out into a large crowd of people. The music was loud, but fun and drew me in quickly. I loved to dance, and any chance to do it had me sold on looking like an idiot – as if I cared.
"That’s Jessica and Bart. They're in my history class." Sam glanced back at me as he pointed to a nerdy couple in the corner.
"Great. I'm going to dance with some of the girls. Hold my beer?" I took another drink and handed it to him.
"Yeah. You bet." He took a drink of his and then mine as I pulled off my jacket and dropped it in the pile of coats in the chair next to me.
A dark-haired beauty turned and crooked her finger at me. She was the one I'd be taking upstairs, without a doubt. Her “come and fuck me” eyes left my cock hardening almost immediately.
"Hi, stranger." She slid her hands up my chest as I pulled her against the front of me. She was nice and thick and would prove to be a great bed mate for the evening. I could only hope she was at the party for the same reason I was.
"I'm Tate. What's your name, pretty girl?" I leaned in and brushed my lips by her ear, enjoying very much the way she gasped softly at my intimate contact.
"Elise." She rolled her hips and brushed her tummy over my erection as her hands dug into the back of my neck. "I've just gotten out of a shitty relationship and need a rebound. You up for the job?"
"We talking dinner and movie or a long fuck upstairs in a bit?" I moved my body against hers as I slid my hands over the top curve of her ass and squeezed tightly.
"Dinner and movies are so drab." She brushed her nose by my jaw, followed by her full lips.
"I guess it just depends on the mood." I slid my hands up her sides, making sure to brush my thumb over the swell of her tits before spinning her to face away from me. "I'm in the mood for a few beers and the challenge of making the right girl groan my name."
She pressed her ass against me and moved sensually, leaving my body screaming for full contact. The image of the pretty brunette I'd helped rushed by my mind's eye, and my body hardened more as lust burst through me. The girl on the side of the road had to have been every fantasy I'd had for the last ten years. She was taller than most girls, but it fit the dominant look of her features. Her breasts were big enough to catch my attention, and her tight jeans looked damn good on her shapely legs.
But it was the neediness in her sea-green eyes. She needed someone to save her, and fuck, if I didn't want it to be me. I could almost see her smiling at me, could almost hear her laughter. She was broken and needed a man like me to remind her that she was seen, desired.
"I'm that girl." The sexy girl rubbing herself against me pulled me from my thoughts and forced me back into my reality. I was soon to take yet another stranger upstairs for a quick fuck, and while it was happening, some part of me wished I didn't desire the touch of another. But I did, and I would continue to whore myself out just to feed my need.
"Yeah, you are, baby." I licked at the side of her neck before sliding my hands over her tight stomach and petting her mound over her skirt. "You ready to head up there, or you need a little more convincing?”
I loved the sound of her panting, simply because it was heady. Powerful.
"Let's go." She moved from my hold and reached back for my hand. "I like it rough. Good?"
"Perfect." I walked toward the house, stopping only to grab my beer from Sam. "Do not leave without me. Got it?"
"Yeah." His voice was airy as he turned and took in Elise. "Wow."
"Find a girl and try our line on her." I chuckled as I finished the beer and tried not to be dragged across the porch by the needy woman in front of me.
I pulled my hand from hers and checked in my pocket for condoms before nodding for her to go ahead. I'd catch up. I moved back out and grabbed my jacket, now prepared for a good time. A woman with chestnut hair and a great ass caught my attention from across the porch. She had the same build as the girl on the side of the road earlier, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.
I didn't hesitate to walk across to the porch and touch the back of her shoulder. "Excuse me."
She turned and her face lit up, but it wasn't the same girl. "Oh, wow. You're beautiful."
"Thanks, I think?" I laughed and lifted my beer toward her. "Cheers. Thought you were a friend of mine."
"I'd like to be." She gave me a cute smile and lifted her beer.
I turned and moved through the crowd of people, not letting the girl’s comment or anyone else's penetrate me. My looks had nothing to do with anything. They would fade over time. It was my heart I wanted someone to see, but I thought to say that or let anyone know left me looking like less of the man society expected me to be.
I jogged up the stairs and hesitated outside of the various closed doors in the hall.
"Fuck. Why didn't I just make her wait for me?" I tried the first knob and found it locked, thankfully. I hated like hell to walk in on people, and yet I'd been to enough parties to have seen more than my fair share of people fucking.
Elise poked her head out of the room at the far end of the hall. "Tate, down here."
"Thank God." I walked toward her and slipped into the room as she wrapped herself around me. She didn't have anything but a pair of tiny black panties on – and those would soon be discarded, as well.
Her tongue pressed into my mouth as she half crawled up my body. I gripped her ass and forced her to open her legs and wrap them around me as I pressed into the kiss, sucking hard on her tongue.
She cried out as my fingers slipped just under the material keeping me from her most sensitive spot.
"I need to taste you," she whispered against my lips, and I nodded.
"Yeah, you do." I dipped a finger into her and pressed it in a little. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you real nice and hard."
"Please," she whimpered as I moved to the bed and sat her down. It didn't take her long to have my pants to my knees and her mouth spread over my cock, sucking and licking as if her life depended on it.
I gripped a large handful of her black hair and used my hold on her to fuck her properly. She was a pro and I'd met my match for the evening, which was good and bad. It would be a great ride, but I'd probably limp away with my heart aching for something more than another one-night stand.
The brunette appeared in my thoughts again, and I loosened my hold on Elise's hair. My fingers brushed by her pretty face lovingly, soft.
"Rougher." She looked up at me and growled.
"Right." I gripped her again and jerked her off my cock before manhandling her onto the bed. She fought against me a little, slapping at my chest and acting as if she didn't want to be pressed to the bed below me.
I moved off the bed and worked on a condom as she lifted her ass into the air and shook it at me.
"Make me scream," she groaned as I grabbed her ass and crawled up on the bed behind her. "I don't want to feel anything but you fucking me."
"Good. Hold on tight, girl." I didn't work myself into her as I would most any other woman. I had a big cock and few women had been with someone of my size, but this girl was asking for depravity. I was happy to give it to her.
She screamed as she rose to her hands and pressed back against my thrusts, taking me in and shaking slightly as she came hard.
"Good girl." I didn't give her time to catch he
r breath before I started to take full advantage of the pleasure she offered me.
I wanted to make love to the pretty girl on the side of the road, but fucking the needy bitch beneath me would have to do for the night.
There was little chance that fate would align the stars in a way that would have me seeing the rich hottie-tottie that had stolen my thoughts again.
"More." The girl took over our sex and worked herself against me. I stood at the edge of the bed, enjoying the sight of her taking what she needed. I wasn't going to come. I had nothing to give due to the lack of true feeling for the stranger in front of me. In the past, I would have come three or four times through the night, but something had changed over the last year.
I wanted more.
Needed it.
I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh as I forced myself to make Elise become the girl from earlier in the night. Her back arched in my mind and I slid my hand up it, memorizing the beautiful curves of her body and wanting to touch all of them.
My breathing hitched as I watched her look back at me with adoration on her face. She was a princess. A queen – and she wanted me. Forever.
It was sick, but I didn't care. I needed the fantasy to find release in reality. I cried out as my orgasm hit. The girl beneath me milked me until I could hardly stand and then wanted more.
I found a way to untangle myself from her, got dressed, and stumbled downstairs to find Sam. I hated myself for sleeping around. It was the one thing I promised myself I would try to stop doing because of how I felt when it was all said and done, and yet the neediness inside of me to be loved in any manner by a woman was consuming.
"You getcha some?" Sam patted my chest and handed me the keys to his truck.
"Yeah." I took the keys and walked toward the kitchen. "Come on. I'm ready to get out of here."
"What? We just got here. There's a lot of beautiful women here tonight." He ran into me as I stopped by the door to let another horde of girls into the house.
"Yeah, and all they want is your dick." I glanced over at him and chuckled as he gave me a look.
"And what the fuck is wrong with that? My dick is officially for sale."
"Not on my watch, buddy. Let's get you home."
Chapter 5
Val
The music was way too loud at the frat party, but it always was. I tried to ignore my need to run for the door and go back to my room for the evening. Between the conversation with my mother, then my father, and then the car breaking down, I was over it. All of it.
"You look like you need a drink, beautiful." A blond frat boy I'd never met handed me a glass of something red and wagged his eyebrows at me. "It might help loosen you up a little."
"No, thanks." I handed the drink back to him and reached for the closed beer bottle Amy offered me. Her eyes lit up when she saw the guy.
"Kade Jones? Wow. I watched you totally kill it on the field last fall. You're headed for the NFL soon, right?"
I popped the top on my beer and took a long drink of it as I ran my eyes over the stud in front of me. He was eye candy, for sure, but he was looking to score and I was in a relationship. Not that I would have been interested if I wasn't. One-night stands were for the needy people in life and I wasn't one of them.
Try again.
"Yeah. And, you are?" He extended his hand to Amy, which gained him automatic points with me. Most guys treated her like she wasn't there.
"Amy, and this is my friend Valentine, but we just call her Val."
I gave her a look and shook the guys hand as he gave me a cheeky grin. "Valentine, hmm? That's a pretty interesting name."
"It's my mother's favorite holiday. What can I say? She's original." I removed my hand from his and turned to let my eyes run across the crowd of people. "Where's the rest of the crew?"
"Katelyn was with Martin out on the back patio, and Lucinda is on the dance floor in the other room." Amy gave me a quick glance before turning back to Kade. "You like to dance? Cause you know Val here loves to…"
"I do." He smiled and reached out, taking my hand again and moving us into the far too big living room. It was cleared out to make way for the dance floor. A large strobe light hung from the center of the room and people jumped with their hands in the air.
"I'm not in the mood-" I started to protest, but he turned and pulled me against the front of him, wrapping his hands lightly around my waist.
"I'm not trying to sleep with you, beautiful. I just wanted to dance. You're not from around here, are you? We're not all bad guys." He smiled warmly, and I considered the possibility that a dance was all he wanted, but the thought faded fast.
"I'm from just up the street, and I know you country boys better than you know yourself." I gave him a tight smile and relaxed a little. "My boyfriend is the captain of the hockey team at UMN."
"Oh, I know Paul. He's a pretty decent hockey player." Kade chuckled and spun me around, helping me to loosen up even more. He wasn't a bad dancer, at all.
"He's a pretty decent boyfriend, too." I laughed and took another drink of the beer. A quick memory flashed across my vision of the guy I'd met on the side of the road. Todd? Tanner? Tate. Yeah. Tate.
"Just decent, hmm?" The handsome boy in front of me pulled me closer as the music slowed. "I'm thinking someone as interesting as yourself shouldn't be tied down. You need to live a little and date a lot."
"Interesting? You barely know me." I finished my beer and handed the empty to Amy as she gave me another one. She should have been dancing with the guy, not me.
"What if I want to get to know you?" He ran his hand over my lower back, pressing in softly and forcing me flush against him. The strong muscles of his chest felt good, but one dance was all I had in me. I wasn't interested in a friendship with anyone that looked as good as this guy. He was just after one thing, and I wasn't interested.
I almost wished I could be. Jealousy ran through me for people that could simply show up to a party, find a good partner for the night, and get lost in the pleasure of being touched, fucked, and held. I wasn't that girl, though I wanted to be.
Only needy people do that.
My internal thoughts were starting to sound more and more like my mother. It was disturbing on far too many levels to think too much about.
"You want sex. I'm here to drink, dance, and laugh with my friends. Sleeping with some random guy isn't going to happen. Boyfriend. Remember?" I tried to force the logical side of my mind to close down for a few minutes. I wasn't going to go upstairs with the guy, but that didn't mean that I needed to come back at him with a rational thought to shove in his face every time he spoke.
"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your boyfriend headed upstairs about twenty minutes ago with a blonde who looked like she ate grown men for breakfast." He touched the side of my face as my heart almost stopped in my chest. "And, I'm not thinking they’re playing poker up there."
"What?" I pulled away from him and glanced up toward the stairs. I wasn't head over heels in love with Paul, but there was no way in hell I was letting him cheat on me. I was a lot of things, but a fool wasn't one of them.
"Come back down here after you rip his throat out, and I'll make things better." Kade released me and walked back into the kitchen.
I moved to the bottom of the stairs as indecision tore through me. Someone gripped my elbow and pulled a little. Katelyn.
"Hey. Where have you been? I was looking all over this fucking place for you. You can't answer your phone?" She gave me a stern look.
I patted my butt and front pockets. "Dammit. I must have left it in my car that's getting towed. Figures."
"Getting towed?" Her face paled. "Did you get in an accident? Are you hurt?"
Martin moved up beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. His curly brown hair made him look like a teenage boy, and his smile made it even worse. He was one of the few good guys left. They seemed to be a dying breed, or maybe I was just being negative.
"No. The battery failed again, so some guy pulled over and checked it out for me. Can we talk about this later? Some guy just told me that Paul went upstairs with someone half an hour ago." I gripped the banisters and started up the stairs as anger burned through the center of my chest.
"Oh no," Katelyn mumbled behind me, but I ignored her.
I needed to let my angst out on someone or something. It might as well be my cheating-ass boyfriend. Some part of me hoped that it was anyone but Carolyn Jacobs. It had to be her, and chewing her out for being a huge slut would only be the beginning of my attack against her – but then again, to have to put so much emotional energy into something sounded heinous.
I heard three different couples having sex or starting to by the time I stopped and listened through the last door in the hallway. The sound of Paul's grunts sickened me, and I wondered again for the hundredth time that day why I wasn't enough. Why I wasn't more than enough for him. For any of them.
"No. You don't get to turn this around on you. It's about him being a bastard, not you being worthless." I reached out for the door as the burn of tears gave me pause. I didn't want to see him with Carolyn, and yet I couldn't walk away. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it had nothing to do with me, the feeling of inadequacy wouldn't stop crashing against me.
I opened the door and moved in as I took a quick breath.
Paul had someone pressed to the wall with his pants down and his ugly white ass showing. His grunting didn't stop, and I had my answer as to who he was with as she cried out his name.
"Paul. Harder. Fuck me harder." Carolyn Jacobs.
"Am I interrupting? Cause I can come back." I lifted my beer to my lips and forced myself to remain calm as Paul jerked back and pulled up his jeans.
"Oh my God. Val. It's not what it looks like." He worked on his pants as he walked toward me.
I lifted my hand to stop him. "No? It looks like your fucking Carolyn against the wall at a party we're supposed to be at together."
"Because that's exactly what it is. If you put out more often this kind of stuff-" She'd made the mistake of stopping in front of me, and I did the only thing I could think to do.