Exposed: An Anthology

by Brooke Cumberland

  “Put your feet on the bottom rung and stand up so you can see yourself. See my fingers pumping in and out of that sweet pussy.”

  Kat’s eyes opened wide for a fraction when she saw my camera aimed at us. I watched her try to focus as my fingers plunged in and out of her. Finally, she stood and threw her head back, succumbing to the sensations of my fingers in her body.

  I watched as my hand worked between the V of her thighs in the reflection. Her neck arched back in a lean line, tits thrust high as she panted with every breath. I started snapping pictures. The first few I took hid her face, just a curtain of red falling around her, but the pleasure written on her features was too beautiful to miss. I pulled her hair to one side and snapped a few more. The bar was dimmed, just the soft backlight from behind the bar capturing the pleasure on our faces, shadows bathing her soft body: the curve of a breast, a pebbled nipple, the angle of a jaw, a flash of red hair. Those light freckles dusting across her nose made her an irresistible cross between a sex goddess and the girl next door.

  “Do you want me to take you here? You want me to fuck you against the bar?” I growled as her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I set the camera down next to us.

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Beg.” I held her gaze in the reflection. I watched emotion blaze a path across her eyes. She narrowed her greens on my shining blues as she worked over the one-word command in her brain.

  “Beg, Kat,” I demanded as I pumped my hand in and out of her pussy and hooked my finger against her inner wall. “Tell me you want me to take you. Tell me you want my dick pounding into your greedy cunt,” I growled as she whimpered and worked her hips back and forth on my lap, rubbing her ass against my straining cock.

  “No,” she moaned mindlessly.

  “Beg, Kat. I won’t fuck you with my dick until you beg me for it,” I whispered dangerously. Her eyes flicked up to hold my own again.

  “Mmm . . .” She ran one of her hands down her body and kneaded at her breast. “I won’t beg,” she murmured, maintaining eye contact as she twisted her nipple and writhed against me.

  “Not givin’ you my cock ‘til you beg, Sugar.” My lips turned up in a cocky grin.

  “I can play dirty, too,” she smirked before trailing her hand down her body and landing it on my hand pushing in and out of her. She locked her hand around my wrist and pulled my fingers out of her hot body, trailing it up her stomach and over her breasts, her juices leaving a shining path in their wake, before pulling my fingertips up her neck and thrusting them in her mouth. She swirled and sucked, teasing my fingers with her tongue just as I knew she would do with my cock. A groan escaped my throat as she licked them clean.

  “Fuck,” I murmured as I lifted my phone and flipped it to video, training the camera on her soft body in the reflection. I zoomed in on her tits, the pebbled nipples glistening with her juices, one hand kneading her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed on a soft groan as her rosy lips wrapped around my fingers as she sucked.

  The girl got off on fucking around in public, I wondered if she’d like watching herself getting fucked on camera. A groan rumbled from my throat as I thought of us watching this video again later.

  “Fuck me, Lane. Fuck me hard,” she commanded when she finally pulled my fingers out of her mouth. I huffed and tossed my phone down, then lifted her ass up for a minute and tore down the zipper on my jeans. Letting them hang just over the curve of my ass, I released my cock before plunging into her. Her back arched with my intrusion.

  “Lean up on the bar.” I pushed her body down, her tits flat to the polished wood, and twisted my hands in her long hair with a tug. I propped my phone against her bag and tried to angle it to capture some of what we were about to do. I prayed she’d let me keep the video. I prayed she’d get off on watching us fuck as much as I would.

  A soft moan escaped her throat before her back arched and bowed to me, her neck pulled back, lips open as she panted while I railed into her. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her sweet nectar, before slamming back in and feeling every single muscle of her cunt gripping at me.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder, Lane,” she moaned. My nostrils flared and my eyes lit up as I unleashed on her. One hand holding her at the waist, steadying her, the other still fisted in her strawberry mane, I pumped as hard and fast as my body would allow. Hitting the end of her and grinding my hips against her sweet ass. I clenched at her hip and then kneaded the flesh as I took her on the bar, my eyes watching us in the reflection.

  Hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. Her wild hair flying, full tits bouncing, hardened nipples dusting along the shiny wood.

  “Watch,” I growled as I pumped harder. Her eyes flicked open and watched us as we fucked on the counter. I pulled my phone up again and snapped a few more pictures as her beautiful body took me in, accepted my body plunging into hers, and taking all the pleasure I was giving her. Her beautiful hair a wild mass, her tits swaying back and forth, her eyes hooded with lust, her soft bottom lip held between her teeth in ecstasy.

  “Oh God, God, yes, Lane, harder, don’t stop,” she moaned and whispered incoherently. A string of profanities released from her lips as I felt her pussy clench and pulse around my dick. I tossed my camera on the bar as I continued to pound relentlessly until my own orgasm overtook me. My balls slapped against her ass, and my head fell to her shoulder as I let loose inside her.

  “Fuck,” I murmured as I realized we’d again forgotten to use a condom. Why the fuck was I so careless with this girl?

  She circled and swirled her ass into my pelvis and clenched her inner walls, causing another wave of my release to pulse through me and into her. I pumped in and out of her slowly, allowing the last of my climax to wane before I dropped my head on her shoulder.

  “I knew you’d beg for it,” I murmured as heaving pants overtook my body, our skin damp with sweat, pressed together. When she didn’t respond, I looked up at her reflection in the mirror and found her glaring at me. My lips turned up in an amused grin.

  “You wish, Wild. You fucking wish.” She clenched her pussy one last time around my softening dick.

  “Ugh, you don’t play fair, baby.” I placed a soft kiss on her shoulder before trailing more up her neck. When she didn’t come back with a quick retort, I searched her eyes out again in the mirror. They’d softened and were watching me kiss along her damp flesh. Her sweet green gaze shot a path straight to my heart and took my breath away. I didn’t know what she was thinking.

  I didn’t know if it had to do with what she’d seen earlier in the hallway or the way I’d taken her hard and fast on the counter without concern for where we’d been or if I’d hurt her, even if it had seemed like she’d loved it. Maybe she was worried about what I’d do with the pictures, or maybe the look in her eye was completely unrelated to us, but it left my battered heart racing nonetheless.

  And I didn’t think I wanted to know what she was thinking. If it was unrelated, it didn’t concern me. If she was still mad at me, I didn’t want the tail end of that shit. And if it was something else, well, it wouldn’t change things, so it was useless knowing.

  I averted my gaze and leaned up, trailing a palm up her back before I tucked myself into my jeans. “I won’t share the pictures,” I stated without looking at her. I bent and picked her clothes up off the floor.

  She nodded as she took the clothes from my hands. We stood silently as she dressed, the tension was so thick between us that I thought it might choke me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I’m sorry about earlier,” I mumbled. Her eyes shot to mine. She tilted her head to one side before breaking our gaze. “I can take you home, or back to my place? Whatever you want.”

  “I’m fine, thanks.” She turned and grabbed her purse off the bar before heading toward the door. I trailed behind her like a lost puppy. I wasn’t used to women walking out on me. I jogged a few steps ahead and unlocked and opened the door for her. She smiled politely as we stepped out
into the cold air. I locked up the bar quickly and then hustled to follow her to her car.

  “Look, Kat, I—”

  “I’m fine, Lane. Everything’s fine. So thanks for the drink.” She opened her door and slid into the seat, slamming the door quickly before I could get a word in. I placed a palm on the hood of her car as I watched her inside her safe little bubble. Her defenses were so firmly up, it was clear she didn’t want anyone getting through to the heart of her. I tapped the hood of the vehicle as she pulled away and left the parking lot, working over in my brain the last thirty minutes. I wasn’t sure what had happened between us, but something surely had. Tonight wasn’t as easy and carefree as it usually was, and something about that didn’t sit well with me.

  The idea I’d fucked that up had my chest aching as if a crack had formed and was splitting me apart slowly and painfully.

  On one hand it felt like I’d tapped into the core of her. Broken down that tough exterior and seen the girl inside. And yet on the other, it felt like she’d kicked me flat out on my ass with no chance of ever getting passed those walls again.

  ***

  Chapter Ten

  It’d been a few days since Kat and I had fucked at the bar. I thought I’d see her around over the weekend, but nothing. I thought about calling her, she’d been on my mind nonstop, not so much because I was addicted to her, although I was starting to think that maybe I was, but because of the way we’d left things.

  I couldn’t shake the memory of the despondent look on her face when we’d left each other. I worked through the weekend, more for something to keep my mind off her than because I had to. I fumbled around the marina, always keeping one eye on the library. They closed early on Saturday and weren’t even open on Sundays, so I knew Saturday would be my only chance to see her, but I never did. Nor did I see her car. I thought she was working Saturday mornings for Claire, but apparently not. Or maybe she’d called in. Suddenly, I was worried something was wrong. I quickly snapped myself out of it, though. Kat was a big girl who made her own decisions and didn’t need a babysitter, or a stalker.

  Tuesday night I ran into the local restaurant to order takeout. My plan was to show up on Kat’s doorstep, bag of food in hand so she couldn’t turn me away. I stepped into the darkened restaurant, the only one in town, and found it relatively empty, no surprise for our small town in the off-season.

  I nodded my head at the hostess, a younger girl, probably still in high school, and picked up a menu. I stepped to the side and perused the menu before a sweet laugh pulled my attention away from the steak and salmon entrees.

  “What the fuck?” I took a step around the corner of the tall booth and my eyes landed on a shock of strawberry hair curled into soft waves. Her hands sitting on the table in front of her, a navy dress with a slit cut practically to her goddamn navel, and sexy as fuck knee-high boots. Across from her sat Harry Balzac, the local doctor. Before I had a chance to think my reaction through, I stormed over to their nook, eyes pinned on the clean-cut doctor. Her senior, my fucking senior, coming up on fifty, divorced and a complete douche.

  What was she doing with this guy? Were they on a date? I’d fucked her in the bar, taken her rough and dirty a few nights ago and here she sat all coy and flirty with this fucking idiot?

  “Harry.” I nodded my head and growled through clenched teeth. His eyes shot up to me, a look of confusion on his face.

  Confusion because I’d growled.

  Confusion because I was ready to rip his fucking head off and piss down his neck for even thinking about laying a hand on Kat.

  “Hey, Wild. Kat, this is Lane Wild—”

  “We’ve met.” I dismissed him with my tone and pinned my eyes on Kat’s. Her greens flashed with anger and alarm as if she was unsure what I would do next. Hell, I wasn’t even sure, so she had every right to be alarmed. “Can we talk for a minute?” I didn’t give her a choice as I hauled her from the booth by her elbow.

  “Let go of me,” she hissed and ripped her arm out of my grip.

  “We’ll only be a minute, Dr. Ballsack.” I grinned placidly at her dinner companion.

  “Lane.” Her mouth dropped open in shock.

  “It’s Balzac.” The doctor’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

  “To-may-to, to-mah-to.” I shrugged.

  “We’re having dinner, Lane.” She moved to sit back down in the booth.

  “Just a minute.” I nodded at the doctor, plastering a smile on my face as I wrapped my arm around her waist, my fingers gripping into her hip as I dragged her away.

  “I believe the lady is trying to politely tell you she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

  So Harry Ballsack grows some balls. Ironic.

  “Kat? Polite? She may look like a pussycat, but believe me, doc, when the claws come out, she draws blood like a tiger.” I winked at him with all the innuendo I could muster. His mouth opened and closed like a suffocating fish. I was tempted to turn and lift my shirt over my shoulders to show him the evidence, but thought that’d be pushing my point a little far.

  “Lane,” Kat growled from beside me. Finally, it seemed like the tiger was out to play. My dick stirred to life with need.

  She dug her fingers into my arm and pulled me behind her. “What the fuck are you doing?” she hissed when we were out of earshot. I pulled her toward the men’s restroom.

  “I’m not going in there.” She planted her feet on the floor. I turned on her, my eyes wild and crazy with anger and lust pulsing through my system.

  I narrowed my eyes, taking in the set of her jaw, her greens blazing with challenge.

  “Fine.” I ground through my teeth and headed for the next door, dragging her behind me. I opened it to find a supply closet. I shoved her in ahead of me, before slamming the door behind us. I fished for a light on the wall, flicking it on, so we were bathed in dim light.

  “Cornering me in a supply closet? I thought you had more class than that. Wait, this is Wild, what am I thinking?” she scoffed.

  “What the fuck are you doing with him?”

  “I’m on a date.” She crossed her arms over her chest, the soft flesh of her tits pushing up, creating a deep line of cleavage and causing my dick to twitch in my pants. “What? You don’t like seeing me with someone else? Imagining me fucking him?” She emphasized the “f” in fucking as her green eyes bore into mine in the sexiest fucking look I’d ever seen.

  I stood for a moment, taking in the fire that coursed through her body when her words finally registered. I knew what she was getting at. I realized now what it must have felt like for her to see Melissa on her knees with my cock in her mouth. But I couldn’t process that line of guilt for long, because all I saw was red.

  Oh fuck no.

  She did not just say she was going to fuck him.

  “You think he can please you like I can? Balding, near-sighted Harry Ballsack?” I wanted to drag my tongue along her flesh, peel her dress down her body with my teeth, growl and nip, and remind her that her body was just for me.

  “Don’t call him that.”

  “Everyone does. He won’t touch you like I touch you, Kat.” I moved in for the kill. My instinct taking over as I licked at her neck, my hand running down her thigh and thrusting her dress over her hips. “You think he can make you moan like I do? Have you coming all over his fingers, begging for his cock?” I thrust the dainty lace of her panties aside and thrust three fingers between her hot lips.

  “I hate you,” she seethed as she tried to push my hand away.

  “Is that why your pussy is quivering around my fingers, Sugar? Is that why you’re about to come all over my hand? That’s not hate you feel,” I growled as I sucked at the flesh under her ear.

  “It is. I hate you,” she moaned as her head fell back against the wall behind her.

  “Let go for me.” I thrust in and out of her, my thumb working circles on her swollen clit, my fingers hooking and pulling at the hot flesh inside of her. She panted and moaned as I t
hrust hard and fast and nipped at the skin along her collarbone, my other palm fisting at the flesh of her breast beneath her dress.

  “Come, Kat. Let go, explode. Make that sexy little moan that I know means you’re coming for me, because only I do this to you. Only I fuck you like this with my fingers.” I slipped my littlest finger further down her slit to tantalize the flesh below her entrance. “Make that little noise you make when I slide my cock into that sweet cunt.”

  Her body shot off with release at my words. Her limbs went rigid, her nails digging into the wood shelving surrounding us, one hand in my hair, fisting and pulling, tight enough to bite into my scalp. When her body calmed, the shakes subsiding, her limbs limp, I pulled my hands from her panties and swirled her thick juices around her clean-shaven lips. I pulled my hand from her panties and grabbed the lace, yanking so the fabric slid between her hot lips and grated against her still swollen clit. She gasped softly and writhed against the fabric. Her nipples hard and pressing against her dress. I shoved my fingers into her panties and gathered more of her arousal, before sliding it up her hips, circling a trail around her naval, dusting it along the matching lace of her bra, before spreading her sweet come around her collarbone and up her neck.

  My other hand pulled the zipper down on my jeans and released my cock to run against her entrance. I needed to feel her, skin on skin. I’d only ever been this way with her, and I couldn’t hold back. She’d avoided me for days, and I’d slowly been going insane. And now finding her here on another date with that fucking no-dick douche who wouldn’t know what to do with her sweet body no matter how hard he tried, had me not thinking straight.

  “When he kisses you tonight, remember this.” I slid my bare cock through her hot lips. “Remember my fingers inside you, your own come all over your body because I put it there,” I growled as I wrapped my palm around her neck, my thumb dusting along her jaw as I held her against the wall. I pinned her with my hips as I rocked against her sweet, damp skin.