by Dylan Heart
Okay, this shit has to stop. “If you don’t shut up and fuck me, I’m going to turn you on your stomach and fuck you with my fingers.”
He chuckles. “Who says I wouldn’t like that?”
With no warning, he pulls his fingers from my flesh and pushes his cock against my opening. I throw my head back, landing against the window behind me. He steadies himself and nudges my hips wide.
I will never fail to cherish the burn of the first thrust, when innocence is lost.
He fills me completely, and fucking dammit! It kills me to push him away, but it occurs to me he never sheathed himself with the condom. I steady my hands on him chest, and give him a short command, “Condom.”
“Ah, fuck.” He searches frantically for the wrapper with his hands, finds it and tears it open. He’s an expert and sheathes his dick in record speed. Then, it’s back to business. He pushes pack into me, spreading me wide with each careful thrust.
His tempo speeds up and a fire is lit in his eyes. The same eyes that were feral before have now turned into something else. He watches me as he fucks me and places a palm behind my head, cradling me as he drives into me.
It’s intimate, but it’s also not. My prediction and observations were correct. He doesn’t make love. He fucks. He’s a master and he revels in watching as he turns me inside out.
My body sweats against both the leather beneath me, and the man on top of me. The cologne he had doused himself in before he left his house this morning drifts into a musky scent as his own body begins to sweat.
I hook my legs beneath the cheeks of his muscular ass as I feel a swell building from within. I crave for him to drive into me deeper and harder, and that he does. Not counting the moans and grunts, he’s quiet. That’s the way I like it.
Sex is best when you boil it down to the basics. Two people fucking like the animals that they are. His ass bounces against my bare feet with every thrust, and his body begins to quake, forcing his chest to contract.
I push my body closer to him and lower my finger to my clit. But, he knocks my hand again and begins to rub it himself. “Come for me, Apple.”
I swallow a lump in my throat and engage in a staring war with him. His eyes are drawn back now, lost in waves of pleasure.
I snap my eyes shut.
I curl my toes.
And I fucking explode as he continues to fuck me deeper into the sweat-drenched seat. I don’t see stars, or the entire galaxy. I see him, fucking me harder and deeper, prolonging my orgasm and ripping me from one world into the next.
I dig my fingers into his ass, trying to keep hold of him as my entire body shakes.
“I’m going to come,” he moans. “Where do you want it?”
“Just keep going,” I beg him through exasperated breaths.
“Where?” His voice is husky and shaky, and his pecs draw tight. “Where do you want me to come?”
I really don’t care.
“Fuckkkk,” he cries out and raises my legs with his hands as he begins to pound me like you see in those shows about Rome. His entire body is strained and his mouth drops open. His thrusts are wild and uneven as he bucks through his own explosion, slamming all the way into me until I can feel his balls against my beaten flesh.
Stubble brushes against my heaving breasts as he falls onto me with his condom-covered dick still inside.
And I think to myself, I just got fucked.
And I’m not talking about cock-in-pussy action.
“You don’t need to come back to work, or whatever you want to call it,” he has the nerve to say while still laying on top of me.
“This was a game to you, wasn’t it?” Yes, I’m well aware of the hypocrisy.
“Not so much a game.” He crawls away from me and slips off the condom. “But I think we can both agree things could get complicated.” He ties the condom, pops open the door and tosses it on the ground.
“I love complicated.” I slide up against the steamed window.
“I don’t.”
“Was this your plan from the beginning? To hook up with me?”
“It wasn’t.” He runs his fingers through short hair. “But now that it has transpired, I don’t regret it.”
“Do you ever have regrets?”
“Stop asking questions and enjoy the silence.”
“I don’t like silence.”
“That’s a shame, because it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”
“Agree to disagree.” I’m bored now, and need a vacation from him to rethink my strategy. “Can you take me to my car?”
“Do you want to stop and get a bite to eat first?”
“Nah, I’m drained.”
“Your prerogative.” He shrugs and pushes the car door open. He peeks his head out to make sure nobody is around, before slipping behind the car and gathering our pile of clothes. I pick my torn panties off the floor and shake my head at myself.
He’s just like all the other men in the world. With that knowledge, I’m more determined than ever to destroy him. He’s a good fuck, and that’s all he seems interested in. However, he has a weak point and it’s my job to find it.
Chapter 13
I was weak, and I fell for his cock like a hooker after a week-long dry spell. For two years, I thought about last night. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined it would end up how it did. In my dreams, I would ride him so fast and so hard that he would beg for seconds, of which he would be denied.
Reality has a bad habit of crushing dreams. As fate would have it, it is now I whom must beg for a second chance. Whether he likes it or not, he will fall in love with me and I will crush his heart, leaving his reputation destroyed in the process.
I mustn’t lose sight of the end game.
I storm past the busy secretary in the office, and past an elderly woman cradling a stack of papers in her arms. The scent of coffee and donuts permeates through the air, masking a stench that rises from the ancient and beaten carpets. I suppose there wasn’t enough money left from my tuition to install new floors.
At the end of the hall is his office, with a nice little engraved silver plate that I somehow managed to miss before: PROFESSOR J. MOON
I reach for the knob and rip the door open.
Jensen looks up to me from his desk. A pair of reading glasses sits on the dock of his nose. They look surprisingly good on him, but that’s not why I have come all the way across campus today. I tend to avoid campus for the most part, going so far as to register all online classes, except for my marketing course, for my final semester.
“What are you doing here?” The tone of his voice would indicate he’s annoyed. This in turn annoys me.
“Reporting for duty,” I say with a forced smile and retrieve a red pen from my purse. I have no idea what I’m going to use it for, but there are a few notes I would love to scribble across a few student’s tests.
He looks down and flips a paper over on his desk. “That’s not necessary, remember?”
“Like it was yesterday.” It was yesterday. “I want to be here.”
“You’re working another angle,” he says, continuing to make a conscious effort to ignore me.
“I promise I’m not.”
“Tigers really do change their stripes, eh?”
“Maybe,” I say, purse my lips and shrug, “that tiger was always wearing a mask.”
His attention shifts to me, and I catch a glimpse of those beautiful, oceanic eyes. “That’s rather poetic.”
“I wasn’t even trying.” I smile innocently, and convincingly, knowing full well I was up all night thinking of that line.
“I hate poetry.” He goes back to work, striking red lines of ink through a typed page.
“Jesus Christ,” I snap and throw the pen at his head. “What the hell is wrong with you?’
“You’re not here because you want to work.” He slides the glasses off the edge of his nose and slams them onto the desk. “You’re here for something else entirely, but once again, I
can’t figure it out.”
“I had fun last night.”
“Yeah.” He leans back in his chair and folds his arms over each other. “It was a blast.” Sarcastic or serious, I feel him slipping out of my fingers.
“Why are you so guarded?” I ask with a shake of my head.
He looks me dead in the eyes. “Why are you?”
“Who says I’m guarded?”
“Are we going to play a game of twenty questions, or are you going to tell me why you’re actually here?”
Being honest isn’t on my to-do list. “Did last night mean anything to you?”
“I haven’t been laid in two weeks, so it meant the world,” he says with such conviction that I almost believe him.
“I think we understand each other more than you’re willing to admit.”
“That’s not exactly true, is it?” He pushes his chair back and stands. “I mean, you know why I’m here but I don’t know why you’re here.”
“You’re working.”
“See, you understand me.” He maneuvers around the edge of the desk and approaches me cautiously. “Now, open yourself up a little,” he speaks with his fingers aimed toward my legs. I can’t discern if it’s intentional sexual innuendo, or if he just needs to be more careful with his fingers.
“Fine,” I say exasperated. “Will you go on a date with me?”
“I don’t date students.”
“No, you just fuck them,” I yell about a millisecond before realizing we’re standing in the middle of his office during the morning rush.
He throws his arm past me and slams the door shut. “Someone could hear you,” he scolds me and pushes me lightly against the chair adjacent to his. I lose my footing and fall backward into it. “You don’t know me, Apple.”
“Isn’t that the point of going on a date?”
“I go on dates to fuck,” he says, bringing down the level of his voice and zeroing his focus in on me.
“Why are you the leader of an abstinence group? I’m only asking because it has come to my attention that you are, in fact, a sexual deviant.”
He shrugs and a smile crawls across his lips. “I get paid a stipend.”
“Is it really worth dealing with those losers every Sunday?”
“They’re not losers, Apple. They’re different. You should respect that.”
“I don’t have to respect shit.”
“You’re really selling yourself here.”
I throw my hands to the air on both sides of my head. “I am who I am,” I say with an uncaring shrug.
“Do you have plans this weekend?”
“Wait a damn minute,” I bark and jump to my feet, wagging a finger in his face. “You can’t turn around and ask me on a date when you still haven’t answered me.”
“Who said anything about a date?” He parks his sexy ass on the edge of the desk. “Again, what are you doing this weekend?”
“Sitting at home petting my cat, most likely.” I don’t have a cat, although I’m sure he would make a joke about my pussy if I did.
“How about I pick you up at noon Friday?”
“That depends where we’re going,”
“Don’t plan on being home all weekend.”
“You can’t just say that and not tell me where, or what we’re doing and expect me to say yes.” Lets be clear, I’m going to say yes if for no other reason than I have to. Still, I’d like to be prepared.
“Yes I can. I just did.” He’s the Goddamn devil, so sure of himself and so cocky. Not at all the guy I had him pegged to be. “Besides, I thought you liked living life in the fast lane.”
“Pick me up at noon, but I’m warning you right now.” I lean over his shoulder and whisper in his ear, “I’m bringing a gun.”
“So am I,” he says with a wink. The gun he’s referring to is his cock, by the way. Smooth guy, really.
Chapter 14
Part one of my plan has been set in motion. I had ideas, but Jensen’s idea is better.
I jiggle my key into the lock but quickly realize it won’t be necessary. Either Lydia left the door unlocked again or Brick has stopped by for an impromptu visit. Both scenarios carry equal weight in the annoying department.
“You look like you had a long night,” Brick says from my throne before I’m even able to spot him.
I close the door behind me and toss my keys onto the table that’s closest.
“A long morning?” he asks, too impatient for a response.
“A little bit of both.” I walk past him and into the kitchen. His inquisitive shadow trails me as I reach into the refrigerator to grab moscato and orange juice.
“You’re killing me with the suspense.” He sounds like a child on Christmas morning.
“If you must know,” I say and turn to him, “we fucked in a car parked in front of a bar in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
“That’s fucking fantastic,” he says with a laugh and parks his ass on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Details right now.”
“His cock is huge,” I tease and grab two wine glasses from atop the fridge.
He shakes his head in disgust. “Not the part of the story I’m dying to hear.”
“Bigger than yours.” I chuckle to myself and begin the delicate process of perfecting the alcohol-to-orange juice ratio.
“Bitch, don’t play with me.”
“What is it with you calling women bitches all the time?”
“It’s a thing I do, now continue with the story.” He leans forward with venom in his eyes. “Was it everything you ever dreamed?”
“If you’re asking if I ripped his heart out, then I’m sad to report an overwhelming no.”
“You’re a damn fool.”
“Excuse me?” I take a sip and begrudgingly slide him a mimosa.
“You gave him the pussy when you were supposed to be stealing his heart.” He shrugs and cracks a knowing grin. “He won’t be back for seconds.”
“You’re like Nostradamus. You’re only right here and there, and right now, you don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” I chug the remainder of my drink and wipe my lips clean. “If you must know, he’s taking me on a weekend trip somewhere.”
“For the whole weekend?” He runs a pointed finger along the rim of the glass. “He has an angle.”
“They always do, right?”
“Where are you going on this romantic retreat?”
I shrug.
“You don’t know?” He slides off the stool and smiles. “What do you want written on your casket?”
I think about it for a millisecond before I realize I already know the engraving I desire. “She who lies here dead played harder, and better, than her former lover.”
“Nobody will know what the fuck that means.” He shrugs. “Besides, it’s inherently dishonest.”
“You’re so sure of yourself.” I hook my finger and command him to follow as I exit the kitchen. “How is Tyra by the way?”
“We’re taking things slow.”
I turn to him as I hover above my throne. “She hasn’t given you the time of day.”
“Give me time.”
“You’re running out of time. “ I take a measured step toward him and dance my fingers vertically along his chest. “Tick tock. Tick tock. You’ll be sucking your own cock.”
“Speaking of self fellatio, I’ll have you know that yoga is doing wonders on my flexibility.”
“You’re disgusting.” I fall back into my throne and cross my legs.
“Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t lick your own clit if you could.”
“Speaking of clits, have you thought about Cece?”
“I did a little research.” He takes a seat on the couch across from me and kicks his feet out onto the glass coffee table. “You were right. She’s fucking perfect.” He draws a finger to the stubble growing along his cheek and scratches it. “Still, I can’t figure out what your angle is.”
“Who says I have an angle?”
> “Because you’re a wicked bitch.” He smiles wickedly. “Oops, there’s that word again.”
“You’re such a dick.” I reach under my arm, grab a pillow, and throw it his direction. He catches it before it can knock him in his pretty face. “But, you’re a right dick. I do have an angle.”
“Enlighten me then, but make it quick. I have a massage scheduled within the hour.” He checks his watch and nods. “Forty-five minutes, actually. And it’s on the other side of town.”
“Raphael—Rafe—Darceny. He’s an absolute stud and Cece is obsessed with him.”
“That poor man.”
“Quite the opposite, actually. He wants her—“
“Why?”
“Because she’s chaste.” The very thought causes my eyes to roll into the back of my head. “And he’s old school like that, I suppose. Hard to get inside a man’s head, so I’m full of assumptions.”
“It amazes me you can be full of anything but cock.”
I throw another pillow, but he’s able to catch it again. “And I’m the crude one?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll ruin her, and I’ll make sure Rafe knows.”
“See? Who says we always have to be on opposing sides. When we’re not trying to outmaneuver each other, we make a great team.” I rise to my feet and throw my hand out.
“That’s what I’ve been saying.” He reaches for my hand as he stands, and grips my hand firmly.
“Easy, boy.”
“I am going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk in graduation.”
“You’ll be fucking nothing but a stuffed toy. There’s a sale of fleshlights online right now. If I were you, I’d shell out the eighty dollars for a pussy that won’t resist your disgusting advances.”
“It wasn’t disgusting before.”
“That was then. This is now and you’re going to be late for your massage so get the fuck out.”
And with that, we finalize our handshake. Unbeknown to him, his path to victory just became a hell of a lot more difficult. With someone like Cece clinging to his every step, he’ll be lucky if he has time to jerk off every morning.