by Vivian Gray
Jet watched her eat. Now that she’d settled in a little, she was tearing through those chicken fingers. He might text Caroline and ask her to send up a couple of burgers, maybe some fries, too. Bree was skinny, and maybe the kind of skinny that came from not always getting fed right. There was some part of him that went straight back to his Gramma, wanting to feed the girl until she was happy.
He found himself shocked at how very soft he was being. He’d spent years cultivating a very different sort of persona, one that had a lot more to do with harsh and rapid reactions to threats of any kind. Being soft wasn’t allowed. Not if he wanted to survive.
But this girl… She looked sweet, she was pretty and goddamn – she had ridden his cock like she needed it to stay alive. She’d loved the hurt, and damn if she didn’t want more of it. Just, maybe not quite so fast.
“Here’s what I’m thinking,” he said, surprised at the words coming out of his mouth but doing nothing to stop them. “I’m thinking that you’re gorgeous and that I want you more than I know what to do with. I paid for seventy-two hours—” She winced, and he hurried on: “But if you want to go – I get it. I’m not going to make you stay.” The grin came easy and natural. “I’m not going to complain if you decide to stay, or at least come and visit an awful lot. But either way, I’ll pay off your loans, and I’ll give you enough money to pay for the rest of your tuition. It’s your call.”
She was quiet while she finished eating, and he didn’t rush her. When the plate was empty, she set it down on the little coffee table and stared at her hands for a long moment. And then she smiled and stood. He was entirely sure that she was going to walk out – but then she turned slowly, presenting her pretty ass to him. “Unzip me?”
He choked back a snarl. He reached out and pulled the zipper down, and she wiggled out of the skirt and thong. She reached up and unsnapped the shirt; it was some kind of bustier that held her tits in like a bra. She pulled it off and was naked. She turned slowly, and he hissed in a long breath. The girl was gorgeous, her apple-sized tits just right on her slim frame.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, forcing his voice as neutral as he could make it.
“I want you naked. And I want to show you... that I’m worth what you’re offering.”
He started to say that he already knew she was, but she reached out and put her fingers to his lips. He pulled them into his mouth hard, and she gasped. He sucked them for a moment before letting them free, then lifted his hips up and pulled his jeans and boxers down and tossed them away. His T-shirt was shucked off, and he started to stand.
“Here’s fine,” she said, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him gently back.
Well, alright then.
His cock was hard as iron, and she was definitely getting an eyeful. She hadn’t really seen it before, with him railing her up against the wall. Now, she knelt in front of him, leaning forward. Her pretty young tits moved just right, and he had to clench his hands to keep from grabbing them hard. He knew somehow that she needed this, needed it hard. She needed to control this one.
She wrapped her hand around him first, stroking him almost tentatively. But there was nothing inexperienced about her motion; she’d done this before. That was somehow a relief. She gained confidence with each stroke, jacking him soft and slow, making him even harder. When she rubbed her thumb over the head, spreading his wetness, he let himself groan. He watched her carefully; her eyes widened, and her breath quickened, her nipples tightening into little points at the sound.
“Bree,” he made himself say, “I’m not going to make you fuck me for the deal.”
She didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking so hard it danced on the edge of pain, and his hips thrust up into her mouth outside of his control.
“Fuck,” he snarled out, his hands digging into the couch to keep from wrapping into her hair and shoving her face down onto his cock.
She came off with a little pop and a big smile. “Okay,” she said. “But I want to.”
And then she went to work with a vengeance, sucking him and stroking him while he groaned and twisted under her. She was fucking good at this, keeping his whole cock contained in her fist and her mouth, even though her hand barely made it all the way around his girth. She was using her hand to compensate for not being able to take him all that far into her mouth. There was a cold part of his brain that was focused on how he’d train her to take it right down her fucking throat if she decided to stay.
“I’m going to blow in your mouth if you keep that up,” he said, forcing his tone neutral again. If that was what she wanted, fine, but damn he wanted to be inside that sweet cunt again.
“We don’t want that,” she said, and he nearly groaned with relief. He tried to collect himself enough to stand and lead her to the bedroom, but before he could do that, she crawled into his lap, her knees spread around his hips and his cock lined up at her wet entrance.
His hands moved to her hips, helping her balance. It would have been easy for him to pull her down onto him; she was a skinny little thing, and he’d been building useful strength since he was a teenager. He reminded himself again that he was going to give her this. He was going to let her take what she needed from him.
She made a little sound when his fingers cupped her hips, and she put her own hands on his chest to help her stay steady. She took a long, deep breath as she lowered herself onto his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that long, slow slide into a woman; she was wincing just a little, adjusting – she had to be sore. He couldn’t help grinning at that. He’d always enjoyed being so big that a girl was walking a little funny after a good, hard fuck. This pretty little virgin was probably going to be wincing for days. He’d be lying to himself if he pretended that wasn’t going to be a pretty sight.
She moved on him slowly, her face tight with concentration. Almost experimenting with how it feels, he thought. She moved a little faster, then a little slower, tilting her hips forward and back. He saw the moment when her sensitive spots were rubbing up against his cock; her breath caught, and her hands tightened on his chest so fast he grimaced at the sharpness of her nails.
That seemed to spur her on; she started to move in a rhythm that satisfied something deep inside of her, tilting her hips just so. His cock was big enough that he filled her no matter how she tilted, and everything felt amazing to him. Plus, this pretty girl bouncing on his cock, her little tits so pretty and untouched on her chest. He’d be an idiot not to love every second of this.
She was loving it – he could see that – moaning and whimpering, but something was missing. He knew damn well what it was – it had been obvious from the way she’d gotten so wet every time he made her ache more – but it wasn’t for him to tell her.
She moved on him faster, and she was panting, her nipples tight and hard, but there was a tight furrow in her brow. Heat was rising in him from the sheer gorgeousness of her riding him, but he’d choke himself out before he’d let himself come before her this time.
“Bree,” he said, and her eyes snapped open, directed towards him but unfocused, “tell me what you need.”
She didn’t slow down at all, just kept fucking him, and goddamn it was gorgeous. “Jet. I don’t. Fuck. It feels good. I need. I don’t know.”
He pushed away the urgent signals from his cock about how incredible this felt and forced himself to concentrate on the girl. “I think I do. Can I help?”
She nodded. She was close, he could feel that; her cunt was clamped down tight on him, and she just needed that little push to flip over to just where she wanted to be.
He tightened his fingers into the flesh of her hips until he saw her breath catch. “Feel good?”
“Fuck,” she whimpered, which he took as a yes. She started driving down onto him hard, finding this little natural twist of her hips that had him holding back hard to keep his own pleasure from overwhelming him.
“Wan
t more?”
“Yes.” It was an urgent hiss, and she wasn’t slowing down even a little bit.
Christ, this girl.
“Nipples between your fingers.”
“What?”
He tightened his fingers more, and she made a little cry. “Pinch your nipples between your fingers. You do it when you play with yourself, don’t you?” It took her a moment to nod. “Do it.”
She let him balance her, letting him guide her frantic rhythm. She was crying out now with every little stroke, so close it was hurting her. Her fingers pinched her nipples hard, and then harder. He could see her trembling, and he knew just how to unleash her.
“Twist.”
She did, harsh and fast, and her body exploded; her cunt gripped him so tightly that her movements were barely present, but the pressure was more than enough to tip him over into his release. She let out a long, low cry as her orgasm released and washed over her in hard pulses, and he held her down, her cunt milking his cock until the last spasm had passed both of them.
Her hands rested on his chest again, and he saw her arms were trembling. Tears were in her eyes again, but they looked different this time. She looked down at him with those big, pretty eyes, tears resting on her lashes, and he did something he couldn’t remember ever doing before.
He opened his arms and urged her gently down until she was resting on his chest and he could stroke her hair. There were a million weird questions in his head: Was that good for her? Did she enjoy it? And did that help? He choked them all back.
“Thank you,” she said, after a while.
And in a weird way, that answered the most important ones.
Chapter Four
It felt good for him to hold her for a while. Her head was spinning from everything that had happened, the harsh sex followed by the soft felt perfect. Together, maybe it really was the best loss of virginity story ever. Hey, how many girls could claim that they got their entire college tuition paid off by letting a guy be the first one they ever screwed?
But as Bree rested on his chest, her pulse slowing, she was becoming aware of several problems.
First, she was a mess – her thighs were covered in cum and her own juices. Second, she was covered in rapidly cooling sweat, and she’d never actually had a plan for what to do about clothes. Part of her brain had maybe just figured she’d be naked for the entire three days, but now she really just wanted a shower so she could curl up and sleep.
“You still hungry?” Jet asked. His voice was rough and gravelly. He’d gotten pretty loud at the end there, too, and maybe he was tired too. What was a day like in the life of a – She knew nothing about him, and it was useless to pretend otherwise. It was okay, really. Mostly. All she needed to know about Jet was that he was going to help her out. He was good for the money from the auction, at least; she looked into the club as much as one could look into shady underground auctions, and there were no reports of girls not getting paid.
The rest would be incredible, a weight lifted off her back. She could finish school sooner, get better grades, and make the connections that would let her get a good job. It would push everything a little closer to a version of her life that she badly wanted. She’d grown up paycheck-to-paycheck. She wasn’t desperate to be rich; she just wanted to know where her next meal was going to happen.
But she couldn’t let herself get too attached to the idea. It would be nice if it happened, but it would also be nice to follow a rainbow and see a pot of gold at the end. Don’t expect it, but don’t give up hope.
Hungry. He’d asked her a question. Was she still hungry? Her stomach answered for her, letting loose with a big growl that made her laugh. He laughed too; that was good.
“Look, I can call down and get Caroline to make us a couple of burgers. You – Do you want a shower? I can dig up a pair of boxers and a T-shirt for you to wear, if that feels better than what you had on.”
“Yeah,” Bree replied. A shower, clean clothes... that sounds pretty excellent. “And, um. This might... I don’t know how these things normally go. I didn’t bring, you know, extra things with me? I guess I didn’t think.” She leaned back a little to look at Jet’s face. It was kind of funny; half a day earlier and she would have felt shy about him seeing her boobs, but now he had literally been inside her, and seeing her tits was clearly the least dramatic thing that had happened all night.
He grinned up at her. “Funny story – that happens a lot more than you’d think. Most of the girls... Most of the time, the men don’t want the full three days, or if they do, almost all of it is spent in bed, and food comes by delivery, you know? We have deals with a couple of the local motels. Anyway. But here, at least, we always have some extra stuff that got left by other girls, or some of the dancers, or whatever’s around. And I think Caroline keeps a stash for waitresses who get, you know, puked on or whatever. Still with the tags on. Anyway. I’ll ask her to bring up a few things, and then we can go by your place.”
Something in his face closed up tight, all of a sudden, and she was surprised at how much she instantly wanted to bring back that easy look in his eyes. She hardly knew Jet at all, but she wondered how much he actually got the chance to rest, especially with another person in the room.
“If you still want to stay. I mean it. You don’t have to. I don’t know how you’re feeling, and if that’s not a good call for you, I get it. I’m not going to force that.”
It was funny; she should have needed to think longer before answering that question. She didn’t need to think at all.
“I want to stay,” she said. “At least for now. We’ll... see how things go. Is that okay?” A bit of nerves quavered in her stomach, but it felt like the right answer.
The sex had been incredible, and wanting more of that was a real factor in wanting to be right here. But there was something else about this man. He was intense, and in just a few minutes he’d understood how to play her body like a musical instrument. There had been so many sudden shifts in him already. The cool, collected leader downstairs to the harsh, almost viciously claiming man as they came in the door, to the practically nurturing guy feeding her dinner, and now, this man who’d held himself back until he was shaking to let her reclaim something she’d needed.
She’d thought maybe saying that she wanted to stay would bring that light back to his eyes, but he only nodded. He shifted under her, putting her gently on her ass before standing up. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, and she shivered at the heat that brought back to her body. God, it had felt so good, no matter how much her cunt ached now. God, she’d never been stretched so hard or been so brutal with her own hands. She wanted so very much more.
“Shower’s through there,” he said, pointing.
Bree nodded and stood. She vaguely hoped he’d come into the bathroom with her, offer to help soap her up. She wasn’t sure she could stand having him pounding into her again so soon, but his hands roaming over her body would absolutely feel incredible, and if he got hard again, she’d happily suck him until he came. She’d been just a little disappointed when he’d warned her off letting him come in her mouth. He’d been right, but still.
“Thank you,” she said, again getting nothing but that little nod.
The bathroom was small and dingy, but clean under the bumps and dings. She turned the water on hot and stepped into the small shower enclosure. She let the water run through her hair, washing out all the product she’d used to make it look perfectly smooth. She soaped up her hands and ran them over her body and between her thighs, cleaning off all the sweat and sex that had accumulated.
It was almost a shame, but washing off didn’t take away the sweet, swollen ache that occupied her pussy. She wasn’t sure that would ever fade, not really. Nothing had ever felt like being fucked up against that door, or even riding him while she added that little bit of pain to put her over the edge. She wasn’t naive enough to believe it would never ever be like that again – but also, she was pretty sure nothing would
ever be like that again.
He came into the shower as she was soaping up her hands again and put a small pile of clothes on the sink. “I found you some stuff to clean your makeup off. Figured you’d want that.” He pitched his voice louder to carry over the sound of the water.
“Thank you,” she called back and struggled to find the right words to say. “Do you need to wash off too?”
The silence that stretched was somehow even more awkward than she’d anticipated.
“Nah,” he finally said. “I’ll take care of it later.”
He closed the door, and Bree’s stomach plummeted. Was he already regretting his decision to keep her around? It was the only thing she could think of. She shouldn’t have been so disappointed at the idea of him being done with her, but she wanted so much to stick around and see what happened next.
She finished her shower, toweled off, and put on the clothes he’d left her. The shorts were clearly cut off sweatpants, and she had to pull the string all the way tight to keep them on top of her hips. The T-shirt was also comically big and fell off one shoulder. All she needed was legwarmers and a headband to look at home on the set of an ‘80s movie. The natural curl had come back to her hair, and once she’d washed off the makeup she’d caked on, she felt almost like herself.