Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  We could be trapped forever like this. My pussy is already shaking again and squeezing down on his cock. I break the kiss and squeal. “Oh God I’m coming again!” I can’t help but yelp out.

  Beneath me, he bucks hard and fucks his cock into me so hard that my orgasm is so intense that I stop breathing. I literally stop and basically forget the world, shattering so much that sounds mean nothing and I’m lost. Then I fall back against him and shiver, the orgasm tearing through my body and making my body sweat even more, slippery against his chest. Every hard inch of him against my body feels like heaven. I run my hands up and down his firm arms holding mine, feeling every inch of their muscles and how strong he feels everywhere. I've never seen a man, felt a man so damn sculpted as him. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d touched him and seen him with my own eyes, I would never have believed it was possible for someone to be as attractive as Jason. The sight of him is enough to steal my breath, and that cock of his threatens to stop my heart every time I’m near it.

  “Goddamn, Jennifer, I think you’ve issued a personal challenge for me to fuck you until you can’t come anymore,” Jason says with a laugh. “Because you know,” he says and pulls me closer to him so that his lips touch my ear when he continues. “I'll fuck you until you black out with an orgasm that just pulls you right under. My cock will stay rock goddamn hard to fuck you right over that edge,” he says with an air of raw power in his voice that makes my clit twitch and my mouth run dry.

  I can’t say that I’ve ever wanted anything more. “That challenge sounds good, but I think I might collapse any moment,” I say with a breathy giggle.

  “I’m also content,” Jason says as he turns us to the side and wraps his arm around my breasts, “to cuddle you and fuck you nice and slow until we both remember how to breathe normally again.” His cock slides a little out and thrusts back, and he starts fucking me slower and with his cock never fully leaving me. The change of pace shocks me, and the way my body feels like butter against his rock-hard steel, well, he was right about my breathing. I take ragged little breaths and my heart races at his touch, the way he’s holding me. His lips are on my neck, kissing me softly. I shiver in his touch from the feather light kisses and the way he’s stroking in my pussy so slowly. I could probably black out from this cuddle fucking, I’m so high from all of the orgasming, from the sensations of his skin on mine.

  “I love sliding my cock in you slow like this,” Jason whispers against my neck. “You were fucking me so slowly before, I thought I would burst. But I knew I could repay the favor when you were too spent to do anything but feel how I can fill you up so slowly and keep you on the edge of an orgasm until you don’t know if you’re about to come, or if you already are. I could fuck you forever,” Jason says with a growl.

  I’ve heard the term sweet nothings before, but the filthy things my son’s best friend whispers in my ear are something else entirely. They’re dirty little secrets that he and I share, the words that make every moment we fuck and enter this incredible world together. Nothing can touch us when we’re together. I feel ten feet tall and invincible in his arms. My body feels so deliciously spent after he fucks me. His cock inside my pussy now feels so warm, so achingly good staying inside of me, that I want to sleep like this and wake up the next day with his cock still buried inside of me. My stomach is still sticky with his first load of cum but I don’t want to wash it off. I like being marked by him. I love that he comes all over me when he fucks me on a table and then he cuddles me right on the floor and doesn’t care that he’s got his cum all over him too.

  Fuck, he licks his cum off my tongue with his. That’s the kind of thing I never even would've known I wanted. Jason mapped out pleasure my body didn’t know how to get to. And then he rolls up that map and spanks me with it. I almost giggle in the moment at this silly thought, but then Jason captures my earlobe between his teeth and nibbles just enough to shock me into jumping so slightly. When I do, his cock strokes a sensitive path in my pussy that makes me moan. “Well, aren’t you tricky,” I say with a low moan.

  “Absolutely. You’ll never know what’s coming next,” Jason says with a low, sexy laugh. “Well, you know you’re coming, but you don’t know when, I guess I should say,” he says and kisses my jawline. He moves his kiss up and kisses me right next to my lips. “Right now, I’ll give you a freebie. I want you to come now,” he says.

  For less than a second I’m shocked by this. I couldn’t possibly be ready to come again, if at all any more, because I’m so exhausted. But Jason lowers his palm and plants it right above my pussy, pressing just enough to teeter the pleasure right off the edge. I cry out, the orgasm flooding through my body right on command for him. Whimpering, I shake against him and that only makes his cock strokes speed up and fuck me just hard enough to make my eyes roll back in their orbits.

  I remember what he said about blacking out, and I know I’ve got to work to actually hold on because I gasp and I’m about to float away from him or pass out or something. “Jason!” I gasp out. He turns my face toward his and kisses me again, so softly it makes my clit burn with need. And it's no coincidence that it's what keeps me awake enough in that moment.

  And then his cock is hard as a stone and hot as hell, hammering into me with a furious speed. The cum pouring into my pussy is like little firecrackers lighting me up, sending me into a tailspin of furious lust. My body shakes in his hold and every movement makes us both cum that much harder, drowning in each other. Every sensation brings us higher and higher until we’re both gasping. Jason’s cock sinks into me to the hilt but stops coming.

  “Can we just stay like this?” I say. I don’t add the last word—forever.

  “Yes,” Jason says, kissing me softly. I think he knows I mean forever. And I think he still means to answer ‘yes.’

  Jennifer

  I feel as if I’m in seventh heaven as we leave the movie theatre. Once again, we didn't watch much of the movie as we spent too much time getting busy in the back row.

  I laugh. “There’s something about giving a BJ at the back of a movie theatre that makes it even more satisfying.”

  Jason exaggerates by making out that he’s pulling up his pants. I hold onto his hand telling him to stop, I'm worried that people can see us, then I realize that I don't care. We always go to a theatre out of town, somewhere that we're sure that no one will recognize us. It gives us the chance to be free and feel like a real couple. Not like two people that are doing something wrong. There's nothing wrong with the time I spend with Jason. Everything about it feels so right.

  He smiles. “I’ll say.”

  We both laugh as he takes my hand and we leave the theatre. After all this time, I’m not bored of him, and I think that he feels the same way. It’s as if the more time we spend together, the more I crave him. We told each other we love one another, and that seems to have opened up a window of opportunities. I’ve never felt this way about a man, and I can’t help but walk around with a big smile on my face.

  “Oh, fancy seeing you two here. Again!”

  Bethany shouts out as we approach my car. Jason and I are holding hands, but the moment that Jason sees her, he drops my hand instantly. It’s as if her words scare him so much that he does it automatically, but not on purpose. I didn’t even see who was talking, but wondered what was going on in my confusion. Whenever we’re meeting up, we always go to a different town, and Jason parks his car at the gas station, and we both ride to the restaurant, movie theatre or wherever we’ve decided to go out for the night in my car.

  “Bethany, what are you doing here?” Jason snarls at her.

  I can tell that he’s annoyed at her presence or what she said, maybe a little of both. Is she following us? This can't just be a coincidence that she's here at the same time.

  “Just taking a picture! Now say ‘Cheese.'”

  Jason shakes his head, “Is that what you’re doing here. Taking pictures?” She nods her head proudly and then draws closer to Ja
son, while my confusion silences me. I’m sure that Daniel’s seeing Bethany. Jason told me that’s why Daniel’s always out. I started to panic as I ignored their conversation and expected Daniel to pop up any minute. Then again, if she was with Daniel, they’d be walking together. Daniel’s not the type to hide in the bushes or anything like that. Then again, there are no bushes for him to hide in.

  I turn to tell Jason that we need to leave. Daniel already has some animosity toward me, if he found out that I was seeing Jason, he may never talk to me again.

  “Jason, let’s get out of here!”

  I tug on his arm, but he’s too busy looking at photos on Bethany’s phone. She came out here to show us photos?

  “And this one is with you leaving Jennifer’s house at midnight. One in the morning. Oh and here are some shots of you naked in her house, just walking up the stairs casually.”

  I peer over her shoulder to see the photos that she’s showing him, forgetting about my fears that Daniel’s hanging around somewhere.

  “Oh, and here’s one of someone in the shadows creeping out of your house. And here’s…”

  Jason dismisses her with the wave of his hand, his vein looks as if it’s about to pop out. “You been following me. But you’re seeing Daniel. Besides, it’s none of your business.”

  I don’t give her a chance to reply back as my voice trembles as he says Daniel’s name. Where is he? He must be here with her, that must be why she’s taking the photos. So, that Daniel can come out and tell me that he knows and probably will never speak to me again. I want to tell him, but not like this. He needs to hear it from me, not her.

  Bethany looks as if she has fire in her eyes as she turns to face me.

  “I can’t believe that you’re sleeping with him. It’s fucking disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself, a woman of your age taking advantage of a boy. One that’s the same age as your own son. If you don’t leave your toy boy alone, then I’m not only going to tell Daniel, your son! But Carla too!”

  Wow, she’s going for gold. Not only is she willing to break-up her relationship with Daniel, but she wants to destroy my friendship with Carla too.

  “Jennifer, let’s get out of here,” he says dragging my hand toward the car so that I’ll open the doors.

  My hands start to shake as Bethany waves her finger in the air.

  “I mean it, Jennifer. Leave him alone. You’ve been warned!”

  Jason replies by saying, “Fuck off!”

  Bethany hesitates for a minute trying to think of something to say. I run to the driver side opening the door at the same time. I feel as if my heart’s beating out of control as I start the ignition and Jason hops in the car. I can see by the corner of my eye that she’s taking another photo of the pair of us sitting in the car. I don’t care as Jason gives her the finger and I drive like a bat out of hell.

  Jason

  I can’t take this anymore, and I told Jennifer that we need to sit down and tell both Daniel and Mom about us. There’s no hiding it. This isn’t a summer fling, and I want everything out in the open. Jennifer wasn’t party to it at first until I reminded her about Tom and what happens with secrets and lies. She soon changed her mind at the mention of his name.

  “I don’t understand why we need to go to dinner at Jennifer’s tonight. I mean it’s a bit weird with the four of us,” Mom says, and I know that she’s waiting for me to tell her reason for the meal, but I keep my mouth shut.

  “Mom are you ready? Can we go?”

  She nods. “You’re a bit tense tonight.”

  I sigh, “Mom?”

  “Okay, Jason I get it. We’re going next door for dinner. Let me just get my keys. Is that okay?”

  She's sarcastic, and any other time I would have found it cute and said something funny, but not tonight. I’m too fucking wound up for smart comments. Besides, I keep expecting Stalker Bethany to spring up any moment. Jennifer wanted to have the dinner on the weekend. I told her that there’s nothing like the present, besides Bethany only warned her yesterday. I don’t want either Daniel or Mom to find out from Bethany. I want her to know from us. I want to deal with this as adults, not fucking kids.

  “Ready!” Mom says as she swings her keys in front of me.

  I walk out and then wait for her to do the same and then we walk in silence to the house. I can see the lights on, for some reason I was worried that Jennifer would bail out on me and change her mind. She’s older, but at times I forget because of the way she reacts to things.

  As I ring the bell and I see her hair tied up, the way that it used to be. She’s wearing a dress, no doubt from the time that she was with Tom and I shake my head at the idea of the old Jennifer. The one that Tom had molded when he was alive had come back to life.

  “Jennifer, how are you?” Mom says as she looks at Jennifer with a quizzed look on her face.

  She’s probably wondering what’s going on. Lately, Jennifer’s been in tight jeans, shorts, miniskirts and everything that she never wore when Tom was alive. Now, she’s wearing a dress that looks as if she’s going to church.

  I smile at her. “Jennifer.”

  She ignores me as she steps to the side and says, “Come in. Dinner’s nearly ready. Daniel’s set the table.”

  She’s so cold with me that I wonder if maybe I was too harsh on her and pushed her into this. I shake my head; there’s no way that she wants Bethany to do our dirty work for us. No, way.

  “Good, because I’m starving.” Mom smiles as her eyes dart from Jennifer to me. It’s obvious that something’s wrong because Jennifer’s ignoring my presence and moving as if we’re all complete strangers.

  The crazy part is as we move into the dining room and I see Daniel, that’s when I feel relieved that he’s acting normally.

  “Jennifer, I was surprised that you asked us to dinner. The two boys, we should be eating with two men, and they should be out with their girlfriends.”

  Mom smiles as she puts her hand on Jennifer.

  Jennifer’s eyes flash to me. “Oh, I never knew that Jason was dating someone.”

  Mom shrugs. “Well, I do his washing, and I know the difference between the smell of cologne and perfume.”

  Mom laughs as she walks toward Daniel and greets him. Jennifer freezes again, wondering if Mom knows about the two of us. Jennifer’s probably thinking that if Mom’s been smelling the perfume, then she’ll recognize the scent.

  I comfort her fears by saying, “Mom. You know me too well.”

  She winks at me. “Well, you are my son.”

  “Daniel, how’s it going with Bethany?” Mom asks him, and I must admit that I’m a bit curious about this part too. If Bethany’s been stalking me, then she can’t be spending too much time with him.

  “Oh, you know. I’m too young to settle down. Besides she has stuff to do. Helping her parents and stuff. So, I spend more time hanging out with Ron seeing as Jason’s always tied up with his mystery lady.”

  Jennifer changes the conversation quickly, “Dinner must be ready now. Please sit. Daniel gets our guests some drinks.”

  Before anyone can respond, Jennifer’s out of the room and heads toward the kitchen. I know that she’s probably in there taking some deep breaths and trying to calm her nerves. I can read her like an open book.

  She’s obviously not the only one nervous because Mom says, “Daniel, please pour a glass of wine for me.”

  “Which one?” “Any, it seems as if I’m going to need it.” Mom smiles at me.

  She’s trying to tell me that tonight’s going to be awkward and as Daniel comes back with the bottle. I think to myself that Mom hasn’t got a clue how weird it’s going to be, she’s going to need more than one glass by the time that this night is through. I hope that Jennifer has another bottle stashed somewhere because I’m going to need more than one glass too.

  ***

  As the silent meal comes to an end, we tried small talk, but Jennifer’s strange behavior caught everyone’s attention inclu
ding Daniel. I think he got fed up of asking her if she was okay because every time he did, she would reach for the wine or make an excuse to leave the table.

  “Mom, Daniel we have something to tell you,” I say as I clear my throat.

  Jennifer waves at me, the second time during the night that she’s looked at me. So, far she’s been looking at the space near me or even one time my feet.

  “Not now, Jason. We haven’t had dessert.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t think anyone wants dessert right now.”

  Mom agrees, “That lasagna was delicious, but I thought that you were inviting more people. It was just too much for us four. It was as if you were trying to feed the five thousand.”

  Only Mom and Daniel’s laughing, he’s about to say something, but I decided just to spit it out. The tension in the room is giving me a fucking headache.

  “Jennifer and I are a couple. We’ve been seeing each other, and we wanted you both to hear it from us.”

  I look at Mom and Daniel who once again starts laughing they think that it’s a joke, but Jennifer’s not laughing as a tear wells in her eye.

  She whispers, “It’s true.”

  Mom stands up and shouts, “You’ve been fucking my son! The younger man that you talked about. The one that makes you feel young again. My little boy?”

  I want to say something, but I know that she’s not to be messed with when she’s in the mood. Jennifer nods and then Daniel just jerks his chair and leaves the room. I’m confused whether to talk to my mom or Daniel right now.

  Jennifer starts crying uncontrollably, but then mom gets up and slaps her so fucking hard and shouts, “Now you’ve got something to cry about.”