Hard Bastard(185)

“After all this, you’re still saying it’s a mistake? Your body disagrees with you.”

“Yeah, well, my body isn’t always right.”

My grin got bigger. “So you admit you’re fucking wet for me constantly? That you can’t be near me without wanting me to sink my cock deep between your legs?”

“No!” she said quickly. “That’s not what I’m saying,”

“What are you saying then?” I said, practically a whisper. Her mouth hung open, and I could tell she was frustrated.

“I’m saying that, uh, I’m saying that you’re an asshole.”

“Clever.”

I could practically smell the desire on her.

“Just go do some sit-ups or something,” she mumbled.

“We got interrupted. I was just about to let you come nice and hard on my fingers. Now you want to stop?”

“Look,” she said, pushing her door shut. “We’re married. We’re stepsiblings. We’re being blackmailed. Do you really think it’s a great idea to get involved?”

“Not getting involved. Just getting you off.”

She frowned and shook her head. “Whatever. Same thing.”

I put my hand on the door. “I know you’re just going to be in there finishing the job I started.”

“Good night, Cole.”

I let her push the door shut. I stood there leaning against the frame, my cock hard as fuck, straining against my pants, begging me to throw open the door and catch her knuckle-deep in her own pussy.

Instead, I reached down my shorts and began to slowly stroke myself. I imagined her slowly grabbing her breast, cupping it gently as she slipped a finger below her panties and began to rub herself. Of course it felt good, but it was just a shadow of what I made her feel.

She’d throw the door open and drag me inside, begging me for it. And once she got down on her knees and said please, I’d push her over all the way and lick her pussy from behind until she was screaming.

I began to jerk myself, thinking about plunging my cock deep into her soft little cunt, fucking her rough and hard from behind. I knew she’d love it, knew she’d beg me to fuck her snatch hard and deep. I’d slap her ass, leaving a handprint, and pull her nice thick hair until she made that gasping moaning noise that drove me inside.

I could see her coming hard, her whole body shaking as my cock thrust deep into her, pounding and plunging into her tender spot. I wanted her hips to buck back against my cock, greedy for every thick inch.

My brain was buzzing with thoughts of fucking her rough and hard as I jerked myself. I swore I could hear her moaning softly inside the room.

And then I caught it, my name, barely a whisper but definitely a moan.

That sent me over the edge. She was in there rubbing her clit and moaning my name, and we both knew it. The orgasm rocked my body, and I came right then and there, my hand working up my length.

I put my forehead against the cool wood of the door.

What the fuck was wrong with me, jerking off in the hallway like some fucking pervert?

And then I heard it again, my name, moaned out loud.

I smirked to myself as I went to the bathroom to clean off.



I didn’t see much of Alexa the next morning.

I was itching to track the waitress down, but I had promised not to make any moves without her input. I figured I could wait at least a little bit longer before I did anything. The waitress didn’t know we were looking for her, and besides, I’d been missing a lot of training time.

So I hit the gym. Three hours of hard work was exactly what I needed. I craved the sweet exhaustion of a solid workout, wanted my muscles to be sore and tired. Hard work could clear my mind, get me in the zone to really get my shit done.

I was just finishing up when my phone started ringing. Normally I wouldn’t answer in the middle of a workout, but it was Ronnie. I hadn’t heard from him since my fight.

“Ronnie,” I said, answering.

“Hey, man. How’s things?”

“Things are good. Just doing a workout.”

“Damn, sorry I interrupted.”

“No worries, brother. What’s going on?”

“Got a little question for you,” he said, sounding a little tense.

“What’s the matter?”

I leaned up against the mirrored wall, breathing deeply, getting my heartrate under control. I could tell something was bothering him already, but I had no clue what it could be. Did he know something about the blackmail?

No way. That just wasn’t Ronnie’s style. Plus, he was probably my closest friend, though I didn’t have too many of those left.

“It’s about Trent.”

I let out a breath. “That fucker.”

“Yeah, exactly.”