MasukChapter 2 - The Winner When he pulled back I was a little breathless and a little flushed and I had to remind myself to breathe. "Okay," I said. "Okay," he said, and smiled, and turned and walked down the hall to his own door. I stood there for a second with my keys in my hand and my lips still warm, and then I went inside and shut the door behind me and leaned against it and let out a long breath. Priya texted me that night. “How's the bet going?” I looked at the message for a long time. Then I typed back: “Fine. I'm on it.” I put the phone down and lay on my bed in the dark and thought about his hand on my jaw, his lips on mine and I told myself I was just winning a bet. I was not just winning a bet. It happened three days later. I'd told myself I was going to take it slow. I was going to play it cool, let him make the next move, keep the upper hand. I'd told myself a lot of things on the walk up the stairs, and then he'd opened his door and looked at me and said "H
Chapter 1 - The Bet The bet started the way most bad ideas start… with tequila and a Tuesday night and nothing better to do. I was sprawled sideways on Priya's couch with my feet up on the armrest and a half-empty margarita balanced on my stomach, watching her scroll through her phone and narrate her own life like a nature documentary. "Okay, so, the new guy," she said, not looking up. "The one in 4B. Have you seen him?" "I've seen him," I said. "Have you seen him seen him?" I took a sip of my margarita and thought about it. I'd seen him twice, both times in the hallway, both times in the kind of moment that didn't leave much room for dignity… once with my hair up in a towel and my trash bag leaking, once with my keys stuck in my door and my arm full of groceries. He'd helped me with the groceries that time. He'd had a nice voice. Low. Calm. The kind of voice that made you want to keep talking just to hear it again. "He's fine," I said. "Fine?" Priya sat up. "Elena. He's a
Chapter 5 - Who's The Man? I stayed in her for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my forehead against hers. Then I pulled out. She sat up on the edge of the bar and reached down and picked her t-shirt up off the floor and pulled it on over her head. She slid off the bar and walked past me toward the back room, and I stood there in the middle of the bar with the neon buzzing and the whiskey bottle on the pool table and my heart going slower now, and I watched her go. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said, without turning around. "Lock the door behind you." I got behind her and grabbed her by the waist before she could take another step, and she let out a sharp breath and went still. "Who said you're free to leave?" I said, and I pushed her forward against the bar and bent her over it again, and I pulled her t-shirt up over her hips and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. She was still wet and still open from everything before, and I slid into her in one s
Chapter 4 - Giving Her More I didn't stop. I fucked her through it and kept going, and she was so sensitive that every stroke made her jerk and whimper, and I pinned her wrists down on the felt and fucked her harder. "Too much… it's too much…" "You wanted more," I said. I fucked her through a second orgasm and then a third, and by the third one she was sobbing and her legs had gone slack and she was babbling, and I was still hard and still going. "Please… please… I can't…" "You can," I said. "You said you wanted to be fucked. So shut up and take it." I pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach again and pulled her up onto her knees, and this time I fucked her hard and fast from behind with both hands on her hips, slamming into her, and the table was creaking and her tits were bouncing and she was moaning into the felt. "God… fuck Jude… please…. Please let me…” I reached around and rubbed her clit again while I fucked her from behind, and she came again with
Chapter 3 - Good Fuck She got down off the bar and walked past me toward the back of the room, and I stood there for a second with my pants still open and my heart going hard and watched her go. She was still naked from the waist down, her t-shirt hanging to the top of her thighs, and she stopped at the pool table in the corner and turned around and looked at me. "Lock the door," she said. I locked the door. She walked back toward me slowly, and I stood there and let her come, and when she was right in front of me she reached down and took my cock in her hand. It was still wet with her, still half-hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed and stroked it once, slowly, and looked up at my face. "You want to know why I left," she said. "Yeah." She stroked me again, slowly, and her eyes never left mine. "Because you were terrible," she said. I went still. "You didn't know how to kiss like a man," she said. "You kissed like a boy who was scared of me. And you
Chapter 2 - Taking Revenge "It matters to me right now, standing in your bar at one in the morning, because I've been sitting on that stool for three weeks trying to figure out why the bartender looks at me like she knows me, and now I know." She didn't say anything. "You owe me," I said. She looked up at me with her eyes wide and her lips parted and I could see her pulse in her throat. "I don't…," she said, barely a whisper. I kissed her. She made a sound against my mouth… surprise, or protest, or something between the two, and her hands came up to my chest like she was going to push me away, and then they didn't. They curled into the fabric of my jacket and pulled me in instead, and she kissed me back, hard, like she'd been holding it in for fourteen years and had finally given up. I backed her into the bar and lifted her onto it and she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in against her, and I could feel the heat of her through her jeans and my cock was alrea
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th







