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He stays still, eyes locked on mine as my body adjusts. My legs tighten around his waist, needing him to move. When he makes no move to fuck me, I take my hands and weave them into his hair once more, pulling him close.
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” I say through gritted teeth. Just as I hear a laugh leave his lips and a muttered, “you asked for it,” he does just that.
His hips thrust into mine with such force that he steals my breath. My body is liquid against him as he pistons in and out of me. I have no doubt that people can hear us, the door banging behind me is likely enough of a clue, but the sounds coming out of his mouth will surely give us away in a heartbeat. I start to crave those grunts, though, those low moans he lets loose as he fucks me harder and faster than before, as if he’s chasing a high he never thought to reach.
I can feel another orgasm cresting as his hand grips one of my thighs, lifting and opening me even more. I am at his mercy, and I love it.
“Fuck, Sunshine, I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to feel you squeeze me with that tight little pussy…”
That’s all it takes. That dirty talk of his sends me right over the edge into oblivion. I can’t stop the scream that leaves my throat, and I can only hope that the music drowns it out. He doesn’t stop as he thrusts in and out a few more times before he finds his own release, stilling as his body shudders against mine.
“Damn,” he murmurs, setting me down and taking care to set the condom in an empty garbage can next to us. His smile is the first thing I notice, and I wonder what it would be like to see it in the daylight. I shake my head and remind myself that this was a one-time thing.
But, man, a girl can dream.
2 CLARA
PRESENT DAY
You are so self-absorbed. One day, I’ll show you just how inconsequential you really are. And to think I thought you looked sexy as fuck in that black sequin dress. Xoxo B.
I stare at the comment and take a breath. It’s not the worst one I’ve ever gotten, but it’s definitely one that sends goosebumps across my skin. I’ve been doing YouTube videos for six years and have made a pretty good living at it, reviewing all things beauty and hair. I’m not naive to the fact that many people who watch my videos think I am a self-absorbed bitch. It comes with the territory. I’m relatively thin by beauty standards, blond, and do makeup for a living. Hell, if I saw someone like me, I would probably think the same thing. What they don’t understand is all the prep that goes into making the videos, and all the hard work I’ve put in over the last six years to make a living off these videos. But the downside has always been the trolls. This is another level, though. I try to think about what dress they’re talking about but come up empty. I’ve never shown more than my upper body in videos, how would they—?
My breath catches. The club. I wore that dress to the club.
“Hey,” JJ says as she knocks, interrupting the panic that’s starting to set in. My roommate opens the door a crack to make sure I’m not in the middle of filming and then comes in when she sees that I’m not.
“I wanted to talk to you about the party this weekend.” My hands shake as I set down an unopened press kit for new lipsticks and turn my chair toward where she sits on my bed. I take a few deep breaths, meeting her eyes across the space. She looks at me questioningly, but I smile, reassuring her that everything is all right. My room is mostly a film studio with a large desk surrounded by studio lights and cameras, but I do have a double bed tucked into the corner where JJ has decided to make herself at home.
“What about it?” I don’t really want to talk about a party I don’t plan to attend.
“I need your help,” she begs, eyeing me with those big, green eyes of hers. “I have no idea what I’m doing, and Liam doesn’t want to help—well, at least not with the party-planning aspect,” she says, waggling her eyebrows.
“Ew. I definitely don’t need to know how he’s helping you out outside of the party planning.” I laugh, despite the disgust I’m sure shows on my face. I’m happy that JJ found Liam, he’s good for her and treats her like the queen she is. They’ve had a rough go of it over the past month with finding out that her ex is getting married and having a baby with Liam’s sister, but they’ve stayed strong, and are still totally in love.
Makes me sick.
“Come on, Clara, I need help. I don’t know how to throw a New Year’s party.” I groan at the insinuation that I do. I give her a pointed look, and she rolls her eyes.
“Okay, maybe you don’t either. But I need you to go through this torture with me.”
“Why are you having this party again?” I ask, getting up out of my chair and walking toward the bed. I fall down beside her, burying my head in the pillows.
“Because I want to show off the fact that Liam and I are happy…” She fades off, looking away from me, and it all starts to make sense.
“Please tell me you are not having this party because you want to make Derek jealous.” She fiddles with the pillow in her lap and shakes her head.
“Not jealous. I couldn’t care less if he’s there or not…” She trails off again, but this time, she finishes the thought. “I just want to show Liam’s family that I’m here for the long haul, you know? They already don’t like me because of that whole dinner party disaster.”
“And you want to show them that you guys are still in love.” She shrugs solemnly at my deduction. “That’s understandable, I get it. But I wish you wouldn’t rope me into helping you, when you know I hate it.”
She chuckles and throws a pillow at me. “You love parties. You were always the one dragging me to them when we were in college.”
That is true. I’ve always loved being around large groups, meeting new people, and gaining new friends. It’s how my YouTube career took off so fast, but ever since that amazingly sexy night at the club, the idea of going out terrifies me. And I don’t know if it’s because I want to run into him, or if I’m terrified that I might.
“Yeah, I like attending parties, not setting them up.”
“Touché,” she says while getting up. She holds out her hand, and I take it as she hauls me off the bed.
