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  My hands find my own tits, fighting his for purchase, and I lean in and bite his neck. I jumped the gun on this because I didn’t even have him take his shirt off. Absently, I wonder what the rest of the tattoos covering his arm look like.

  “Pinch them,” I plead as his thumbs scrape over the pebbled flesh.

  “Fuck yeah.” The gust of his breath warms my cheek as his hips pump up harder.

  “Let me turn around.”

  Although I hate to move when he’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow, I shift my weight and pull off of him. Turning around so the crowd can see everything, I unzip and slide my skirt to the floor. I look around the room without making eye contact with anyone. Pushing his legs together, I straddle them once again and take him to the hilt. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he grips my messy hair in his fist and pulls me back against his chest. I’m too short, and my feet won’t reach the ground, so I pull my legs up, making sure to stay on the toes of my heeled boots and press them against his knees.

  Spread open for the world to see, he drives in harder, faster until the room of people becomes hazy white noise, the edges of my vision filled only with the sensations between my thighs.

  “Coming,” I hiss as my orgasm takes root in my spine and detonates.

  “Give it to me,” he commands, and boy does my body obey.

  Slack and flying on euphoric bliss, I don’t realize I’ve been moved until the cool fabric of the sofa is against my back and he’s thrusting into me again. I’m mindful enough to keep my thighs spread, so there’s a clear shot of our connection.

  “Goddamn it,” he grunts. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

  “In my mouth,” I pant.

  The pleased grin that turns his lips up manages to pull the same from mine.

  “Jesus, you fuck like a porn star,” he hisses as he pulls out of me.

  Of course, I do.

  I manage a wink in his direction as he rips the condom off, and I hit my knees on the carpet. My tongue snakes out and swipes at the tip as I ready myself to take his cock down my throat, but the first rush of cum hits my mouth before I can. Eyes turned up to his as he strokes through his release, the praise for a job well done is clear on his face. I revel in it. This moment right here is what I live for.

  The roar of the crowd pulls me back to the here and now as I swallow.

  “Best fucking night ever.”

  I have to agree with his sentiment. What a way to ring in the new semester.

  He offers me a hand up, and I take it. He opens his mouth like he’s going to ask me something, but one of the guys from the party walks up and slaps him on the back. When he turns to speak to him, I grab my skirt from the floor and shimmy back into it.

  The party is getting out of control, so I duck out, heading toward my Range Rover, planning to get with Joey tomorrow.

  “You should’ve been fucking me,” a deep voice says as I step off of the porch.

  “Maybe next time, baby,” I say putting distance between myself and the insistent man. “Get with Joey, and he can get you on the list.”

  Thankfully, a girl in clothes even more revealing than mine runs her hand from his chest down to his cock. “You can fuck me, big boy,” she coos.

  With him distracted, I quicken my pace and get the hell out of there.

  Chapter 2

  Jake

  "Goddammit," I grumble as I roll over in bed.

  A mariachi band is playing in my head, the pounding radiating from my eyes to the base of my skull. My mouth tastes like sour beer and regret from not tasting that girl last night.

  The ache in my balls is as intense, as I hadn’t fucked more than once last night.

  "That girl," I murmur, rolling over to the warm body in my bed.

  I smile against the warmth of her back as she shifts her weight. Blonde hair tumbles out from under the pillow she's using to block the sun pouring in through the window.

  "Fuck," I hiss putting some distance between the two of us.

  I don't regret pulling this girl in here last night when I couldn't find the brunette I wanted, but my dick didn't get enough, and I've never been one to deny him his basic needs.

  "You need to go," I say with a gentle but insistent shove to her shoulder.

  Garbled words I have no hope of understanding come from under the pillow.

  "Seriously," I urge. "I have class."

  "No one goes to class on the first day."

  I'd hate to see her GPA if she actually thinks that's the way school works. Shaking my head, I climb out of the bed and yank the covers off of her. I ignore the constant notifications sounding out around the room from my cell phone. It's always dinging for something, but today it seems even more active than usual.

  Pounding on the door echoes in my head, so I answer it just to make the pain stop.

  Hunter grins from ear to ear in the doorway.

  "Fun night?" His eyes roam down my chest, stopping briefly at the juncture of my thighs. Mirth is tilting his lips, accentuating the black eyeliner circling his eyes.

  I push the door open further and sweep a hand toward my bed.

  He walks in clapping his hands. I cringe, pressing my fingertips into my temples.

  "Really?" I scoop my jeans from last night off the floor, barely resisting the urge to bring them to my nose to see if her scent is on them before pulling them over my legs.

  He ignores me as he jabs the tip of only one finger against her back. “Honey? Honey? You need to get the fuck out.”

  I smile at the high pitch of his voice. This isn’t the first time he’s taken over and escorted some woman out of my room.

  “Seriously, bitch. You need to go.”

  She rolls over, and if I didn’t feel like death, I’d laugh at the way he jumps back like she’s got the plague.

  “Hunter,” she coos looking up at him. He looks up at the ceiling offended when her hands clutch at her exposed tits. “I’ll let you both fuck me.”

  Rolling my lips between my teeth, I do my best to keep from laughing when his entire body shudders.

  “Sweetheart,” he begins as he leans over to get her clothes off of the floor. “Pussy isn’t my thing.”

  “But I know you’d give anything to feel Jake’s cock against yours.” Hunter looks at me over his shoulder. “I’ll even let you have my ass since that’s what you’re into.”

  The laugh I’ve been holding in escapes in a huff.

  “She can’t be serious,” Hunter says, agitation tinting his normally calm voice.

  I nod. “Oh, she’s serious.”

  “The feel of his heavy nuts against yours,” she continues as she takes the proffered clothes from Hunter's hands. “His cock touching yours when I suck them at the same time.”

  “Stop.” Even I jump at the sharpness of his tone. “Get the fuck out.”

  I step back as the sweep of his arm almost catches me in the face.

  The blonde, name still unknown, dresses quickly making sure to run her sharp fingernail down my chest before leaving, whispers, “Call me,” in my ear before she’s in the hallway and heading downstairs.

  “That bitch is nasty,” he huffs, sitting down dramatically on my bed. It’s all for show as if being offered sex by a woman is the last thing he expected today. He shouldn’t be surprised. More girls hit on him than me, and that’s saying something because I’m rich, smart, and sexy as fuck.

  “Pussies don’t have teeth,” I remind him for the millionth time.

  “False,” he snaps holding up his pointer finger before another full-body shudder racks his body.

  I laugh and grab a t-shirt out of my dresser before shrugging it on.

  “Today is going to suck,” I lament as I sit beside him on the bed and reach for my boots.

  “We can always start the morning off with a blowjob,” he teases.

  I snort. “You are not sucking my dick.”

  “Bitch,” he gasps. “I was going to let you suck mine. I’
m not touching that thing of yours until it’s been disinfected. I know what you were up to last night. Everyone knows.”

  I smile at his words. We’ve been friends since junior high school, and I know he’s offered himself or asked me to do sexual shit with him since we first met. I’ve grown immune to it.

  “Wild party right? Just the perfect mix to jump the new semester off.”

  He stands, looking down at me. “You really don’t give a fuck do you?”

  “I’m regretting those last couple of beers. My head is fucking pounding.”

  I stand, straightening my t-shirt before reaching for my brush on the dresser.

  “When we left Kansas State in May and came down this way, I seriously thought it was just a phase. Figured all of the ‘fuck my dad and the life he’s picked out for me’ was false bravado, but if you’re this laid back after last night…” He shakes his head, but I see the smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

  “What? A party? Heavy drinking? Getting laid? It’s all part of the college experience.” I toss my brush back on the dresser, giving up on the mess my hair is in this morning and reach for a baseball cap. “And it’s nothing different from Kansas State.”

  “The way you’re talking, it almost sounds like you don’t have any clue what actually happened last night.”

  I frown. “I know what I did. Fucking some chick in a room full of people wasn’t the smartest move, but she insisted on it.” I slap him against the chest before making my way to the door. “That’s one pussy, I’m certain has a legit chance of turning you straight.”

  “Jake,” he says with a grip on my arm. My blood runs cold at the look on his face. “She was a porn star.”

  I smile. “She sure as hell fucks like one.” I told her as much last night while I was inside of her.

  I roll my neck, warding off the memories of the clutch of her pussy on my cock.

  Hunter releases me and reaches into his back pocket for his phone. The sight of his reminds me that I don’t have mine. I pull it off of the charger and slide it into the back pocket of my jeans without even bothering to look at the screen.

  “Coming,” I hear from the speaker on his phone right before my own voice fills the room “Give it to me.”

  I tremble at the husk in my own voice last night.

  “The fuck is that?”

  My shoulders slump when he turns his phone around for me to see. It’s not the horrid angle of the phone taking the video that makes chills run up my spine. It’s not the fact that someone video recorded me fucking. It’s a risk I considered last night and decided immediately that I didn’t give a fuck.

  None of those things are what is causing my hands to tremble.

  It’s the fucking website that the video is shared on.

  Fucking TMZ.

  “My dad—”

  “Is going to fucking kill you,” Hunter finishes.

  I shake my head. “It’s not an election year. All of this will blow over long before another campaign starts up.”

  “Jake,” Hunter chides.

  “It’s not the first time a video of me fucking has hit the internet.”

  “Did you not hear me?”

  I pull my eyes from the video for the first time and try to will my cock to soften. Just the sight of her spread open, pink pussy glistening in the light is making me want some private time with myself instead of having this conversation with him.

  “She’s a fucking porn star,” he repeats.

  “She was just a girl getting fucked last night.”

  He puts his phone away when my eyes drift back to it.

  “Have you ever heard of Sorority Crowd Pleaser?”

  I shake my head. “Sounds like some non-profit group.”

  He has the gall to chuckle, and the sound grates on my nerves. I can act complacent and uncaring about that video being on TMZ, but in truth I know there’s a mess so fucking big, I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad was already on a jet to come rip me a new asshole.

  “It’s a porn website,” he corrects.

  “Okayyyy.” My brow furrows as he drops his shoulders with a huff.

  “She was working last night. You were the job. It’s what she does. Most people just think she’s some slutty girl who likes to fuck in public, but the hardcore followers know she’s doing it for money.”

  “Let’s not use the word slut.”

  He sighs, head tilting in confusion. “She fucks for money.”

  “You fuck for free.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’d say that makes her smart.”

  He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “What you’re saying is I should start charging. I wonder if they have a gay frat branch.”

  He says the last sentence more to himself.

  “Pull up the website. I pray they have a better camera angle. I’m going to be jacking off to that shit for months to come.”

  “Can’t,” he says sliding his phone into his pocket. “I already looked, and it’s not up on the website yet.”

  I pull out my phone. “How do I find her on here?” I ask. There are literally hundreds of videos.

  “She goes by Cici.”

  I smile down at my phone and frown when three videos pull up from my search. I don’t know why the sight of her fucking other dudes makes my skin crawl. I heard Hunter when he said she was a porn star. I guess I was somehow hoping that I was her first performance. Even though I’m irritated, I click on each video, not missing how none of them look as hardcore as I remember fucking her last night. In one she looks bored, the other two seem to be better, but the look in her eyes seems fake somehow. Like she’s fabricated her pleasure for the crowd and the video camera. I know for a pussy clenching fact that she didn’t fake a damn thing with me last night.

  “I have to get to class,” I mutter, shoving my phone back in my pocket and turning back to the door. “All of this shit will blow over.”

  Chapter 3

  Randi

  “Wow.” I smile at the soreness in my thighs as I squat. “That’s almost sore enough to skip my run.”

  Havoc barks, telling me there’s no way he’s missing out this morning just because I was fucked into oblivion last night.

  “I’m going to put you in bad doggie school if I find another pair of my panties with the crotch chewed out,” I threaten conversationally as I increase my speed from a fast walk to a slow jog.

  Thirty minutes later, I’m standing outside of my Range Rover while Havoc pants and drinks water from a small bowl near the tire. He sucks as a running partner, but at seven months old I shouldn’t expect him to not get distracted by every squirrel or falling leaf in the park. At least he no longer rolls over and whines when I connect the leash. He’s a free spirit. I knew it the second I saw him in the little crate in the Walmart parking lot. Best and worst three hundred dollars I ever spent, the sentiment based on the mess, or lack of, in my apartment on any given day.

  “The fuck?” I hiss staring down at my phone.

  I close out my bank app and pull up the SCP office contact.

  “SCP.” The nasally voice on the other end of the line annoys me more today than it ever has before.

  “I need to speak with Darlene.”

  “May I ask who's calling?”

  “Cici,” I answer knowing this bitch is just being nosey.

  “Oh, Cici,” she says as if we’re friends. I’ve never seen this girl in my life. The irritation grows. “Vic told me to transfer you to him if you called.”

  “I don’t need Vic,” I argue. “I need Darlene in human resources.”

  Before I can get my sentence out, the call is transferred and ringing.

  “Cici.” Vic grunts when the call connects.

  “Vic, my money from last night isn’t in my account. We’ve talked about this.”

  “You’re not getting paid.”

  “The fuck I’m not. I went to the party. The hookup was complete. Joey was there to get the video. That means you fucking pay me.”

 
“You went to the party. The fucking was epic,” he agrees.

  “So what’s the damn problem? I swear Vic if you say something about a sick relative or late mortgage payment, I’ll lose my shit.”

  That was his excuse the first time I worked a party, and the money didn’t show up. The man’s not hurting for money, and I seriously think he was testing the waters to see just how much he could manipulate me. He found out real quick that he wasn’t going to get away with pulling that shit with me.

  “You fucked the wrong guy.”

  “Bullshit,” I counter. “I fucked the guy Joey pointed out.”

  “You fucked a guy that looks like the guy he pointed out.”

  “Goddammit,” I yell, not caring about the other people in the parking lot. “He didn’t fucking stop me.”

  “He said the sex was way too hot to put an end to it. He looked for you after to get you to have the guy sign a waiver.”

  I shake my head, my free hand traveling over the top of Havoc’s head. “What kind of damn waiver?”

  “One giving us permission to use Joey’s video from last night. Don’t even get me started on the fact that a damn cell phone somehow made it in the room. The fucking video is spreading like wildfire.”

  “I’m not responsible for collecting cell phones,” I mutter growing angrier at the implication.

  “This whole thing is fucked.”

  “It’s not. I’ll get him to sign a waiver. Just shoot it to my email, and I’ll have it to you before dark.”

  “You fucking better,” he warns.

  “And if he refuses?”

  “You don’t get paid.”

  “That sucks,” I mutter.

  “And you’ll be looking for a new job,” he says before the line disconnects.

  I squeeze my phone in my hand, for once wishing I was strong enough to crush the damn thing. I’d regret it of course, but it would sure as fuck feel good while it happened. The offending device pings an email notification, and I know without looking it’s the release form from Vic.

  “Damn it,” I mutter as I pour out the leftover water in Havoc’s bowl and get him loaded into the backseat of the Rover. “If I could find another job that paid as well, and I didn’t have to worry about my fucking condo payments, I would’ve done it by now.”