Lola says it’s my finest asset.
A hard slap lands down on my cheek, startling me. The sting surges up my spine and settles across my nerves—along with his words.
“You deserve a thousand more of those for the way you acted back in school.”
I whip around, glaring down at the jerk. Unfortunately, he’s too good looking for words. All the tattoos are sexy as hell. So is the scruff on his chiseled jaw. That sculpted body that took hours of training to perfect. He was always good looking, but age and maturity have done him well. I still look exactly as I did seven years ago.
“I think it’s you who needs to be spanked.” I point him with a glare. “Did you know that Collin actually believed I blew you behind the bleachers. He almost broke up with me over that lie. I had to…” I stop myself before I finish that thought. He doesn’t need to know that I had to give Collin a blow job in the library to prove that he was the only one I wanted. I’d never sucked him off before, but I learned real quick what I needed to do. I was terrified of getting caught, but more so of losing him. Looking back now, I wish he had broken up with me. It would’ve spared me the heartbreak of the truth.
“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” His hands grip my hips, yanking me forward. I lose my balance and land on top of him, having to grab his leather cut to steady myself. “I never told him you blew me. Not sure who did, but it sure as hell wasn’t me. I did however catch him behind the bleachers with Trina. He was telling her if she sucked his dick, he’d break up with you that same day. Unfortunately for him, me and my buddies showed up and stole her attention. She ended up sucking off Kade instead.”
Trina? But Collin called her white trash. She lived in the same trailer park as Holt. That boy never would’ve been seen with a girl like that.
“Are you sure you weren’t trippin’ that day?” I ask. “Because Trina is not his type.”
“I don’t do drugs.” His voice is tight, as if I’ve grazed a nerve. “Never have and never will. I know what I saw that day, and that piece-of-shit boyfriend of yours was trying to make his play for T. Maybe he was trying to get it elsewhere. There are some things us kids from the trailer park can do better. Bet you don’t even swallow.”
There he goes acting as if the only thing I was capable of was spending my father’s money. Which reminds me… That’s why I’m here.
“Should I continue with the audition, or is your mind already made up?”
With the way he’s looking at me, it doesn’t look like I stand a chance.
“Go ahead, princess.” He squeezes my ass. “Climb on up and prove to my dick that you’re not a little stuck-up prude.”
“Just because I didn’t fuck everyone like you did, doesn’t make me a prude.” I grip the front of his neck, pressing him back against the leather chair as I straddle his waist. “You’ve alwaysmisjudged me, Holt. And you’re wrong. I take my feedings like a good girl. Deep and hard, and I always swallow.”
My hips grind down, feeling the effect I’m having on him. His hips have risen, his dick pressed up against me. It’s hard and thick. I slide against it and a shot of tingles runs through my body. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man. School and work have kept me occupied. It’s just unfortunate that the one beneath me has to be such an asshole.
“My my.” He tsks, squeezing my ass. He can’t seem to get enough of the thing. “You surprise me, princess. Tell me more. Tell me all about your hidden talents so I can decide whether you’re good enough for our client.”
“I’m more than good enough, Deuce.” I grind down against him, sliding right over his ridge.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “You’re already wet.” I’m almost embarrassed over the fact. Every rub against my clit is soaking me through. But I’m not going to allow myself to be ashamed. It feels good. Too good.
“Tell me how you like it, princess. Do you like it rough and hard?” He grips me tighter, rocking me faster against him, driving my nerves hotter. “Or…” He slows me to a steady, languid pace. “Do you like it soft and sweet? How does little Lauralyn Prince like to be fucked?”
Another wave of tingles rolls through. The fire is burning low in my gut. I grind down harder, feeling his full, thick shaft pressed from front to back. He’s massively equipped. And as hard as can be. It’s impossible not to crave him. And secretly, I like seeing the weight of his lust in his eyes. I like knowing that I’m getting to him. For all those years he called me a bitch, someone he’d rather die before fucking, he sure does look like he wants to slip it in and take me for a ride.
“It depends on my mood,” I purr, thrusting forward slowly, riding him at a teasing pace. Watching his face growing tighter.Eyes heavier. I never thought I’d see the day that Holt O’Rork would be looking at me with anything other than hatred in his eyes. “Sometimes I like it like this.” I drop my head back, gripping my hair as the pleasure tightens from within. “I like taking my time, savoring the ride. But sometimes.” I pick up the pace, rubbing faster, feeling my heart racing as the heat courses up my veins. It’s building quick. Every pulse is ricocheting off my nerves. “Sometimes…” My voice is breathless. “I need a quick, hard fuck.”
I’m almost there. I can feel myself nearing the edge. That twisting tension pulling me towards its heat.
“That’s it, princess. Make a mess of my pants with that little pussy. Show me how hot this lowlife thug gets you.”
I pause on his hips as his sharp words ring in my ears, reminding me of our past. I start to climb off, realizing what a huge mistake I was about to make, but his hands stop me.
“Where do you think you’re going? We aren’t done yet.”
I am. I’m not going to fuck my enemy. He’s still an asshole.
“You told me I had to make your dick hard. I did that. Now, do I have the job or not?”
“You get yourself off on my dick and the job is yours.”
Get myself off? I’d rather take my pride while it’s still intact and leave now. He’s not going to give me the job anyway. It will be the final sword he jabs into my gut, slicing me open.
“Is this your way of humiliating me?”
