Raging Hard(125)

She smirked. “Un-fucked? Really?”

“Sure. You can do some work now, since you didn’t love my joke.”

She laughed again and followed me down to the ground, wrapping her legs around my hips and slowly lowering her perfect body down around my dick. I grabbed her ass as she worked around my cock, twisting her hips, riding me.

It was easy to guess what happened from there. But the real problem had been the pain that threatened to tear me apart. I hadn’t realized how bad it was until I was supporting myself and fucking her. Sure, it was always there, even when she was on top, but for a second, I thought I was actually going to collapse.

Which wasn’t fucking good.

Tracey pulled me out of my memory. I shifted subtly, keeping my suddenly-swelling dick away from her line of sight as she sat down next to me.

“What’s the deal with Jess?” she asked me softly.

I glanced across the room at where Jess was talking quietly into her phone and shrugged. “No clue. She was in a terrible mood when I got down here this morning.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever gone this long without direction from her.”

“I know. Maybe her dog died.”

Tracey laughed. “Her, own a dog? Yeah, right.”

“Or maybe she got dumped.”

“Now that’s more interesting. Then again, I figured she was single since she so clearly wants your dick.”

I laughed. “You noticed that too?”

“Hard not to notice. She practically throws herself at you.”

“Yeah, well, not today apparently.”

“You seem so distraught.”

“She’s not bad looking. But I think I’d rather fuck a pencil sharpener.”

Tracey laughed again and I grinned at her.

“The pencil sharpener would probably be better company afterward,” she said.

We laughed together as Jess hung up the phone and looked our way.

“Break’s almost over,” she called out.

“Sir, yes, sir,” I mumbled.

“And you thought I was trying to kill you,” Tracey whispered.

I grinned at her as she stood up and walked over to her stuff to get a drink of water.

Whatever was happening with Jess was none of my business, or at least I hoped it wasn’t. There was some stupid part of me that couldn’t help but think Jess somehow knew about Brie and me.

But that was impossible. She never stayed overnight, always left at the end of the day. It had to be something else.

Slowly, the crew filtered back in, and the session resumed. I tried not to think about Jess and her problems, but something was nagging me. I concentrated on the task before me and tried not to let it get to me too much.

I slammed down on the paddles, the pinball machine lighting up like lightning on the beach. I lost myself in the flashing colors and rhythmic sounds, trying to put everything out of mind.

Which was basically impossible. I had fucked Brie the night before, had fallen asleep beside her, and all I wanted was more of that. But there was that nagging feeling about Jess still lingering over everything.

I couldn’t help myself. What if she had come in early that morning and found us lying there on the floor? It wasn’t like Jess was completely unaware that I escaped to the music room sometimes. She had never come upstairs to wake me up, but I wouldn’t put anything past her.

I was so deep in my worries that I didn’t hear the door open and close behind me.

“Hey,” she said.

I stopped playing, the ball rolling down between the paddles, and looked at Brie.

“Hey yourself.”

She smiled uncertainly and walked toward me. I blinked as the breath was taken out of me. Her hair was long and full and her lips perfect, and I could practically see her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her T-shirt and her bikini top.

“Relaxing?” she asked, nodding at the machine.

“You know it.”

“Good. Get the high score yet?”

I shook my head. “No. But I will.”

There was a nervous pause. “Okay, this is totally weird.”

I laughed and grinned at her. “Hadn’t noticed.”

“We should talk about last night.”

“I keep saying we shouldn’t, but I guess I can’t avoid it.”

“Lincoln, you know what that was.”

“It was fucking hot, yeah. I know.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She looked away and down at the floor. “Don’t make this hard.”

I laughed again. “What, are you breaking up with me?”

She looked up sharply. “No! No. That’s not it at all.”

“I get it, Brie baby. I’m bad news. Even if our parents weren’t married, you wouldn’t want to get mixed up with ‘Based’ Carter.”