I slowed the thrusting down and tried to get my mind back on track. Who cares if she was putting on a show, I was getting laid, wasn’t I? My dick was full-up inside her, what was the problem? No problem.
“You’re so good,” she cried out again in a breathy voice.
I bit my lip. What the hell was she doing? I liked porn but I liked it realistic and raw, not cheap and tawdry and that’s exactly what she was acting like. For the first time ever she was acting like someone else, someone…insecure.
Then it hit me. This was about Perry, wasn’t it? Oh of course it was. I was a fucking idiot for not seeing it.
Naturally, I was turned on, inside her to the hilt and my load was threatening to blow at any minute, so her cheesy porn star act and insecurities weren’t enough to make me stop or distract me. But the thought of Perry herself, well, that was distracting.
And pleasantly so.
I moved my hands down to Jenn’s tight ass, increased my speed, and closed my eyes. No one could complain about Jenn’s body, but I wondered what it would be like to have Perry on all fours in front of me. If it was her I was fucking, with that big, gorgeous ass of hers, I’d have a lot more under my hands, soft flesh I could squeeze and kneed and lick and bite. I wondered if she’d like it from behind, if she’d moan with every inch of me. I wondered if she’d let me grab her thick, dark mane and hold it like a pair of reins, if I could make her come with my girth alone or if I’d need to reach down and stroke her until she literally dripped on the carpet.
Fuck.
I came hard.
The hardest in a long time. I dug my fingers into Jenn’s ass, causing her to give a legitimate whimper of pain, and bit my tongue to stop me from screaming out Perry’s name. My legs shook as the deluge pumped into Jenn in endless, brain-seizing waves. I couldn’t stop seeing Perry’s face, someone so innocent that needed to be defiled. Someone who might possibly need me to show her some things for a change.
When I was finished, I pulled out of Jenn and walked to the bathroom, feeling dizzy, my heart firing at a million beats a minute. I heard her cry out in indignation at something or other, but it didn’t matter. I went in and closed the door behind me and leaned against the sink.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought.
I just got off thinking about Perry, my 22-year old potential partner, and it was the best orgasm I’d had in months. Years.
I wiped the sweat off my brow and looked at myself in the mirror.
You, sir, are asking for trouble.
I closed my eyes to my flushed reflection and bright, dilated pupils. Immediately an image of Perry sprung up on my head again, this time she was on her back, lying beneath me, her breasts rising, anticipating me.
I quickly locked the bathroom door and stroked myself at the thought.
I came again and right away.
Fuck trouble. I wasn’t asking for it.
I was inviting it.
BUTTERFLY CAUGHT
“So have you made love to her yet?”
I shot Maximus a look. “Made love to her? What the fuck is wrong with you dude, it’s not the 50’s.”
He shrugged and kept a stupid smile on his lips while turning his attention back to the desert. His flaming red hair matched the dust that blew past the jeep.
“Anyway,” I said, trying not to grip the wheel too hard, “and not that it’s any of your damn business, but no. I have not made love to her. Nor have I fucked her. We’re just partners.”
“Good,” he said. I didn’t like his tone. It sounded like he was patting me on the back or something. Fuck that. It seemed ever since Max randomly stepped back into my life in Red Fox, every second with him was rubbing me the wrong way. Apparently, I still had an axe to grind and if I didn’t know any better, he had one to grind with me. He was just hiding it behind his stupid drawl and fake air of decency.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. With no meds in my body, I felt royally screwed up and I was constantly battling the urge to act up and out. What I really wanted to do was pull the car over to the side of the road, tell him if he wanted to keep his dick attached, he needed to stay far away from Perry. Then I’d kick him out and make him walk to the ranch. Perhaps he’d get eaten by a coyote while he was out there.
Wishful thinking. Deranged, but wishful thinking.
He gave me a sly look out of the corner of his eye.
“What?” I asked testily.
He shrugged again. My grip tightened. I wanted out of the car. Why did we have to go all the way into town to do the atmospheric shots? It was too damn hot and I couldn’t spend another moment in this inferno with him. All his red hair just fanned the heat.
When he didn’t say anything, I flipped on the stereo, letting the Deftones distract me. Unfortunately angry music doesn’t help an already angry guy.
“She’s cute, you know,” he commented, his voice raised over the music.
“Yeah, so?”
His shoulder’s lifted up.
“Don’t you dare fucking shrug again!”
He smiled and looked down at his all too clean fingernails.
“I’m just saying, she’s cute. I’m surprised you haven’t made a move on her,” he said. Then he added under his breath, “Since you make a move on pretty much every woman you come across.”
Ah, here was the axe. Grind, grind, grind.
I cleared my throat. My god I needed water. Or a beer. Or a bottle of bourbon with a bucket of ice. It felt like I swallowed the contents of a vacuum bag.