Sarah, Kamila and Laury, are three girls find themselves caught up in unusual situations that lead them to satisfy their most intimate desires and play their dirtiest games. All three are good girls and face situations no one would imagine, like accepting an indecent proposal from a stranger in an elevator. Or telling their dirtiest fantasy in a dare at a party, while being overheard by a predatory CEO. Or perhaps spending the night in the same room with two perverse brothers...
view moreI look toward the corner where the camera is, wondering if someone can hear our conversation, the proposition I was just given. A flush crawls up my neck, making me hot for all the wrong reasons.
"Does that embarrass you?" he asks, standing up too, making me look back at him. "That someone might have heard me saying I'll pay to fuck you?"
Oh God. I look away again, needing to hide the truth that might be in my eyes. The lust he'd find there if I looked at him for too long. Because I'm not embarrassed that someone might have heard. I'm turned on. I can feel the wetness coating my panties at this point. From the way he's watching me, his words, his voice. Then I do the dumbest thing possible. Check to see if he's as aroused as me. And fuck if his pants aren't tented... a lot.
"God, why haven't they gotten us out of here yet?" I groan.
"You'd pick the hotel. Just let me know which one, and I'll book a room. We meet, we fuck, we leave. Simple."
"What is simple about anything that you just said?"
"Do you accept?" he asks instead of answering my question.
"I can't. If I fuck you for money, that would make me a prostitute, wouldn't it?"
"It would make you a woman desperate enough to do anything for the money I'm offering."
"This is crazy. I don't know a thing about you. How do I know you'll even actually pay me?"
Why am I even asking this? Why am I even actually considering this?
"I'll pay you upfront, for the entire three months, the first time we meet."
My mouth hangs open in shock for a moment. Three hundred thousand dollars, up front. I can pay for Kamila's surgery, her hospital bills, get us a nicer apartment for her to come home to, leave that fucking diner. And most importantly, get her on the transplant list. But still, this is crazy, nuts, bonkers.
"This all sounds ridiculous. How do I know-"
My words cut off when he abruptly crosses the elevator, getting so close that I press back against the handrail to get some distance between us. But even that, he won't allow, taking another step closer.
"How do you know I'm not the answer to every one of your problems?" he asks, his voice low. "Especially the problem throbbing between your thighs right now."
I can't breathe, not with him so close, not with the barest hint of his hardness against my thigh, not with need rushing through me like it never has before. His height makes it so that my eyes are level with his chest, only allowing me to stare at the hint ofskin noticeable through the two buttons left undone at his neck. How can such a little bit of skin turn me on so much? Then my eyes are moving up, my head tilting back until I can look at his lips, quirking up at the corners again in the most seductive way. It’s as if they’re begging me to kiss them, forcing me to imagine what they’d feel like on my body.
I tell myself to look away from them, to look into his eyes instead. Only, when I do, I find his eyes are on my lips, want clear in them, as if he’s dying to kiss me. No, to devour me. And I want him to. God, I want him to. So why does spending every Saturday letting him do just that sound so absurd?
Because he's a stranger. Because he could do anything to me in that hotel room, and who would be any the wiser? Because this is the kind of thing that happens in movies, not in real life. Certainly not in mine.
"I... I..." I sputter, trying to tell him no, but not finding the words.
He leans closer, his nose trailing along my jaw. "Would it help if I told you just how badly I want you to say yes?"
Hell yeah, it would.
"A few Saturdays with me, doing whatever we want," he says into my ear now, closer, closer, until that hint of his hardness is now absolutely clear. It rubs against my inner thigh, so close to where I really want it to be right now. So close to the part of me that is thrumming with my pulse at this point, needy and desperate for attention. "I can smell how wet you are, Sarah. Won't you let me take care of it for you?"
A whimper does escape me that time. I couldn't stop it if I tried. But I don't try, because all of my attention is on preventing myself from taking my hands off of the handrail and putting them on him instead.
Suddenly, the elevator jerks and begins moving again. I look up at the roof, then at the camera again. But that only leaves my neck exposed. I feel his beard scrap against the skin there before I gasp and jerk my eyes to his. He licks those lips again.
"That sound." He all but growls. "All I want is that sound. Well, that and a few others."
He backs up then, giving me just a little space, but it feels like miles from the intensity we just shared. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a card, extending it to me.
"If you agree, text the name of the hotel to this number, and I'll book us a room. Text me your bank information too. Just so you know I'm not tricking you, once I get the text, I'll transfer thirty thousand to your account. Our... arrangement would begin this Saturday.
"But..." I start with hesitation, taking the card from him. "Today is Friday."
"I know."
He smirks at me one more time before walking back to the other side of the elevator, bending over to pick up his jacket.
"So I have to decide by tomorrow?"
"No, you have to decide by tonight."
The elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open. He swings his jacket around his back, puts his arms in, all the while never looking away from me. Those gray eyes staring into mine, making my thoughts a mess, giving my thundering heart no relief since the moment I first looked into them. Then he begins walking out of the elevator, and without a single look back, he turns a corner and is gone.
I watch the empty space before me until the doors begin to close again. Hurrying to press the door open button, I step outof the elevator, looking around, expecting to find firemen here, someone, anyone. But I only find a mostly empty lobby. They must be in some mechanical room that controls everything. Whatever. All that matters is that I made it out of that deathtrap.
I begin walking to the doors, still checking behind me for any sign of Law. Then the fresh air hits me as the doors slide open. It is desperately needed. I hadn't even realized how hot I'd actually gotten in the elevator. I know now it had nothing to do with being stuck in there and everything to do with the man I was stuck in there with.
With the fresh air comes clarity. Of course, I can't meet him in some hotel. I can't have sex with someone for money, even if it is an obscene amount of it. Even if it would enable me to pay for everything I need to right now, and then some. I can't, I can't... right?
I begin my walk to the parking lot, now with only ten minutes to get to work instead of the twenty I needed. I'm going to be at least five minutes late since I still have to stop at home to put on my uniform. I put the card in my back pocket before getting into my car.
Once home, I hurry to change out of my jeans and T-shirt and into the black pants and hideous green shirt needed for work. Just as I reach the door, I stop, looking back at my jeans hanging over the chair. Knowing I don't have a second to spare, I rush back to them, and take the card out of the pocket. I'm not going to use it. I can't. I won't. But something makes me take it with me anyway.
"I think you chose to lie to him about how you feel and are lying to yourself that you'll be okay without him," Laury tells me."Can't you ever just let a girl delude herself, Laury?""A friend would never." But she says it with a smile.I look down at Shawn, because it seems easier to look at him than at the truth staring back at me in Laury and Sarah's faces. The truth that I should have been honest with him. That I should have told him how I felt and asked him if there was anything in his heart for me, or offered him an opportunity to give me his truth and say that he wasn't interested in that with me. I should have given him a chance. A chance. But now, it's too late."I love him," I say softly, if only because I feel like I need to say it to someone. I could only ever say it to Jackson while he slept. I need to tell someone awake. But even as I repeat the words, I still don't look at Sarah and Laury. I can't. "I love him. I love him. And I'll never have him.""Oh, don't cry, or I
Something he used to make a meal for me back when he still looked at me with warmth in his eyes. I'm sure I won't find that warmth there if I see him now.I grab a bagel from the counter and don't even bother to toast it, just keep it clenched between my teeth as I head for my shoes. Then I'm looking back at my house. It's been filled with the last of Jackson's presence these past few days. Both consoling me and haunting me. Leaving here today feels like I'm losing all of that the moment I set foot outside. But I need to let it go. Let him go. So I step outside and shut the door behind me.I blast music the entire way to Sarah's house to keep myself from thinking... much. But once I'm in the house, hugging Sarah and Laury, getting to hold Shawn again, my thoughts aren't so troublesome anymore. Or at least, I thought they weren't bothering me as much until Laury asks if I'm okay for the third time."Yeah." I smile at her. "I'm feeling much better."But her eyebrows only furrow, and she
He tosses my phone to the bed as if it's offended him, scorched him, and runs his fingers through his hair."So what the fuck was everything we just did?" He looks everywhere but at me as he speaks. "A mistake? Just something you gave into?" He stops, going so still that I don't dare to breathe in the silence that suddenly fills the room. Then he turns, eyes narrowing, but I can see the suspicion in them clearly. "Was this goodbye sex? Was that what that look in your eyes was about? You doing something you felt you had to do one more time?""No!" I exclaim. "I wanted that. I wanted every single thing that happened.""So what the fuck is the problem? Because you're telling me you wanted it, still want what we do, but your text is saying we can't do it anymore.""This just isn't... working for me anymore," I pathetically lie."You mean, I'm not working for you."Why does he look... hurt?"I never said that," I say low."You don't have to. You clearly haven't lost your desire for what we
God, what kind of person am I that that image turns me on. Makes me want to push him just to see if he'll actually do it. He will. I know he will. And that's a part of what turns me on most. That he can hurt me and please me at the same time."What are you waiting for?" he asks as he drops back down to the pillows, hands going back to my hips, flexing there, urging me on.Swallowing, I rise up to reach between our bodies. When my hand slides over his pubic area, I can feel my wetness there, all over him, warm, slick. It's on his cock too and coats my hand as I wrap it around him. I position him at my opening and begin to lower.His eyes become half-lidded as I slide down on him. That stretch that I love so much makes me hiss, giving me sparks of pain until I'm seated on him. We've never done this before, me on top, looking down at him. Doesn't this mean I have the power now? Me controlling him for once? As if he can hear my thoughts, his eyes narrow at me, his nostrils flare, and his
"Yeah, a tease and a whore. Look at you.""Fuck you," I shout in his face.He stops sliding into me but crashes his mouth down on mine. His kiss takes my breath away, makes my hands move from his shoulders, inching toward the back of his head, wanting to hold him to me so his tongue can't stop meeting mine, so I don't losethe feeling of his lips. But they still because no, this is the last time. I need to make it everything we could ever be, everything I will never be able to find with someone else. So, I stop kissing him back, and bite down on his tongue. He hisses as he tears his mouth away. The red of his blood is on the crease of his lips as he looks down at me in surprise. And lust is there, always lust, because it's clear he liked that as much as I did, that he likes the taste of blood in his mouth as much as I do."Such a pretty mouth should not do such dirty things," he snaps. "But if you want your mouth to be dirty, I'll make it fucking filthy."He pulls out of my pussy, leav
A shiver races down my spine, and Jackson’s smirk tells me he doesn't miss it. Heat rushes through me, all seeming to settle at my bare pussy, making me all too aware of just how ready I am for him to take me. I lick my lips at just the thought of any part of him between my thighs, and his eyes track my tongue's movement. Then, in an instant, his face changes, from smiling to stern, and I know playful Jackson is gone. In his place is the man who makes me give him control over every inch of me, whether I want to or not.He shoots forward and before my gasp has even fully left my lips, his mouth is there, stealing the sound from me while his hands push against my shoulders. My back painfully collides with the dresser, it's handles digging into my skin, but I can't focus on that when his tongue is demanding entry into my mouth, intruding past my lips so I have no choice but to submit to our kiss and open for him. But, as good as it feels, my guilt is present, telling me that I shouldn't
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