Get Off on the Pain(38)

“Yeah, that’s bad.” I grip Alex’s shoulder. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Once we get back to the house Alex quickly grabs his bag of burgers, fries, and onion rings, jumping out of the truck. “I’m going to eat and then crash. We’ll talk in the morning, yeah?”

I nod my head as he walks away. I’m not ready to go back in there yet. Having him here, but knowing that my parents aren’t makes my chest hurt. It’s a huge fucking reality check.

I stand outside, looking at Lyric’s house, and thinking back to earlier. It’s already past two a.m. Every light in the house is off and I don’t see her roommate’s car out front.

The first thought that runs through my head is the feel of her warm little pussy and the way it tasted earlier. As much as I know I should stay away, I don’t want to. I want more.

My feet begin to move by themselves. Walking over to her door I reach into my pocket and pull out my set of keys. I have a feeling that the lock is still the same. Right now I don’t care about anything but touching her again. Fuck everything else. Everything else, I want to forget about.





I WAS WORKING ON MY computer, looking over the photo shoot I did of Memphis, when I heard two car doors slam shut from next door. I felt my heart sink for a split second before it sped up at the thought of him being right outside. As furious as I am at him at the moment, I can’t help but to want him at the same time. It’s driving me insane.

I was tempted to look out my window, but fought it as hard as I could. I refuse to be weak and go to him first. As much as I want him, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s an ass; a very sexy, confusing ass, that makes me want to choke him and fuck him at the same time. If he wants me, then he will come to me. I need to remember that.

“Ugh!” Shutting down my computer, I strip down to nothing but my panties and crawl into bed. Bailey is gone for the night, so I’m left alone to think about Memphis and what happened earlier. It hasn’t left my mind. That’s why I’ve been working my ass off and avoiding sleep. I knew as soon as my head hit that pillow, that’s all I’d be able to think about, and I was right.

I almost hate myself for the first thought that runs through my head: Memphis inside of me, taking me rough and deep. I can’t deny that I wanted it to go that far. I ached for it . . . and from the way he looked I could have sworn that he wanted the same. It was as if he was about to ravage me then and there. I know it would’ve been just that. There’s nothing gentle about Memphis. That somehow makes me crave him more.

Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers down the front of my panties uncontrollably, to see that my thoughts have me wet. Just one thought of Memphis and I can’t control my body. It knows what I want¸ even as much as I try to fight it. I need this release right now. It’s been a while.

I slide one finger in, moaning as I remember the feel of his thick finger filling me. The way it moved was as if he knew my body and what it wanted, sliding it slow and deep, hitting just the right spot. The look of concentration he took on, his handsome face transforming and focusing on me as if my sexual need was all he cared about . . . and the smell of his skin. Oh fuck!

Picking up speed, I moan out as I picture his hardened muscles above me, flexing as he rips my shirt open. I’ve never been so hot in my life.

I can feel myself getting close . . . so close.

Raising my hips to meet my hand, I bite my bottom lip and moan as I imagine it were him.

“Fuck me, you’re so sexy.”

I jump up and scream when I hear the sound of Memphis’ deep voice inside my room.

“Holy shit!” I remove my hand from my panties and yank the blanket over me, embarrassed that I was caught masturbating by the sexiest guy alive. “What are you doing in my room? Better yet, what are you doing in my house?” I watch him as he moves closer, his eyes sending a shiver up my spine. They’re so intense that I feel a clenching between my thighs, almost coming undone with one look alone. I don’t need this kind of ache while he’s standing there looking at me. “How the fuck did you get in here, Memphis? The door was locked.”

Smirking, he reaches next to my computer for my camera and picks it up. “I used to live here, Lyric. The locks are the same. You’re in my old bed.”

I feel myself blush as Memphis walks toward me and slowly pulls the blanket down my body, before removing the lens cap on my camera. “Fuck. The things I’m going to do to you.”

Holy shit . . .





REACHING OUT, I RUB MY hand up her inner thigh, waiting for the camera to come on, causing her legs to slightly part and her eyes to meet mine. I can see her chest quickly rise and fall as she checks out my body. A woman is beautiful when aroused . . . and I’m about to show her.