Page 10 of Fast & Dirty
“Don’t push me, hellcat.” She looks up through her lashes at me with a scowl on her face.
“Now give me a kiss before I go and when I take you home, I’ll take care of you.” She purses her lips before leaning up to give me too quick of a peck. Her lips barely fucking touched mine. For a moment I second-guess what I’m doing. She’s really fucking pissed that I didn’t get her off. It’ll be that much better for her later though. I nod my head at the thought. Yeah, waiting will only add to her pleasure. I’ll let her ride my tongue and use my face for her pleasure. She’ll fucking love me then.
“Don’t touch yourself.” I look at her hard and narrow my eyes. I’m not stupid. She’d get herself off the second I leave this room if I hadn’t told her not to. She crosses her arms across her chest and looks at me like I’m a goddamn villain.
“I’ll meet you at the bar in a few minutes,” I tell her. She doesn’t make eye contact, instead just nodding her head. I hesitate, but decide to leave. She’ll be alright. She just has to learn not to make me jealous. I’m sure that taught her a fucking lesson.
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Marie
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That fucking asshole! As soon as he closes the door, I collapse back onto the bed and cover my face with my hands. My emotions are off the chart. It’s so fucking hard not to cry right now. That cocky bastard used me for his pleasure like I was just some whore.
Yeah I fucking enjoyed it at the time, but right now it fucking hurts. A sob rocks through my body and I let it. The tears start pouring down my face. I feel so degraded. Had he let me cum and held me afterward, I wouldn’t be feeling like this. But he used me to get off, then teased me and left. The sobs grow more intense and I gasp for breath. I’m not going to lie here and fucking cry over this bullshit. I wipe angrily under my eyes and slowly get off the bed.
There’s a mirror on the dresser and I move to it to fix myself. My skin’s flushed and a bit of mascara is running, but I clean it up the best I can. The only evidence that I cried are my red-rimmed eyes. I close them and press my palms against the lids. I let my body calm for a few minutes before grabbing my cardigan. I breathe out deep and will myself to calm the fuck down.
I’m struggling with what to do. I fucking loved what happened, but hated that he left me here and even worse, that he didn’t let me cum. Bastard. I stare at myself in the mirror. That’s one fucked up way to get back at someone.
Maybe I’ll fuck with him tonight. I smile in the mirror, feeling like a badass bitch again. Yeah he humiliated me, but I fucking loved it. I button up my cardigan and take a deep breath to head back downstairs. I’ve got to think of some way to get that fucker back. As I walk down the stairs, I have to stifle back a moan. I’m so damn close. Part of me wants to get myself off. It wouldn’t take much, just a few hard strokes against my clit. I moan when I remember him smacking my clit with his dick. A shudder of pleasure runs through my body. That felt so fucking good. I’ll play his game. Even if he’s a bastard.
As I get to the landing and head into the main room, a pretty little blonde twig bumps into me.
“Oh shit, sorry.” I bite my lip and step back. “My bad.” She smiles and waves her hand.
“No, it was my fault. I’m sorry.” I smile back and start to move past her toward the bar, but she puts her hand on my arm to stop me.
“Did you go up there with Blake?” Why the fuck does she want to know? I narrow my eyes at her.
“Yeah, he just came down a second ago. Were you heading up there to talk to him or something?” She laughs at my question.
“Yeah, sure. Or something.” She laughs again. “But seriously, are you done with him? I was really hoping to get into his bed again tonight.” My breath leaves my body.
Into his bed.
Again.
The tears threaten to come back, but I will them away.
It shouldn’t hurt this bad. Why does that hurt so much? It’s because I’m stupid, that’s why.
She looks oblivious. Like her words wouldn’t fucking hurt. Like this kind of shit is normal. Maybe it is normal for her. And Blake. What the hell was I thinking?
“Yeah, I’m done with him.” I force a small smile. “Do you have a phone I can use?”
She smiles brightly back at me.
“Yeah, sure!” She reaches into her back pocket and hands me an outdated flip phone. I call the only number I know by heart other than my own.
“Hello?” Lexi’s voice answers on the second ring, sounding worried.
“Lexi-” As soon as I say her name, she shrieks into the phone.
“Oh my God, Marie! Where the hell are you? I’m out of my fucking mind over here!”
I roll my eyes at her outburst. Yeah, okay Lexi.
