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When he lifts up, hands on my thighs, he gets up, looks at me and mutters, “I wish I had my phone.”
The thought of Jac looking at me spread out and wet and open and just fucked is both wrong and hot. Wrong because I’m not sure how much I trust him not to show others. For him to just think it’s something to add to his collection.
I know he has one. He sent me a photo of me going down on him that time from the cameras he’s got to have in his room.
He’s depraved, filthy.
I’m filthy. I feel utterly dirty, like I’ve been rolling in it. I’ve basically told Hendrick I might be in love with him, kicked him out, let him walk, stalked him, and fucked him before running, and now here I am, like some kind of actual whore who’s too dumb to get paid for her troubles.
He’s hard again, and he just picks me up, pumps his cock and pushes me up against the door and fucks me from behind. Oh, that cock feels divine stretching me open and maybe this is payment enough. When he pulls out the drag sets me off, spinning into another orgasm.
The bastard laughs, puts a hand on my clit, the other on my hip and just slams into me, rough and wild, and soon we’re both crying out with release.
When we’re done, he eases out.
I stand there, legs wobbling as I pull my panties back into place and push my breasts back into my bra, pulling the top of my dress back up.
Fuck, I’m sure I look like a terrible mess, but I need to get out of here.
There’s no comfort, no sweetness, just the fact he wishes he had a photo for his collection. And yeah, I feel dirty. No matter how much I loved it.
“I…I have to go.”
“Take the earrings,” he says from behind me, like he doesn’t care.
He’s an asshole and my eyes burn.
“MG?”
“What?”
“Look at me.”
I take a breath and turn. He holds out his hand, the earrings in his palm, but I shake my head.
His eyes narrow.
“So, that’s it? These aren’t good enough?”
I glare. “I don’t want them.”
“I got these made just for you.”
That hits something in me, but I swallow and make myself say it, because if I don’t, I might take them and if I take them…I don’t know what that might mean. “I don’t want them, Jac.”
“I see.” He looks me up and down. “Off to see your boyfriend?”
“You’re an ass, Jac. You think it’s okay to just fuck someone and leave them in the dust, feel like it’s some kind of personal victory.”
He steps close. “And you’re fucking Hendrick. He dates. So I’m guessing that’s what’s going on. You’re with Hendrick, but using me as your dirty little secret. I’m good enough for you to fuck but not to…”
“What?” I snap at him. “Date? Do you want to date me?”
“I don’t know what I want,” he shouts.
“Neither do I!”
We stare at each other. “Do you want me to hold you?”
