CHAPTER FIVE

“YOU HAVE A really nice place.” Val’s eyes widen as she pulls her Kia into the driveway of the townhouse I share with Jerome. I can’t help but notice the tremor in her voice. Like she’s suddenly nervous. She should be. We hardly know each other. This is crazy.

“Thanks. You live nearby?”

She laughs. “No. I, uh, I live on the other side of the tracks.”

She’s giving me a look like I should know what that means, but I’m not really familiar with the town yet.

“It’s not as nice,” she offers, recognizing the confusion on my face. She shrugs her shoulders as she turns away from me to exit the car.

I retrieve her backpack from behind the passenger seat before motioning for her to follow me to the door.

Val scurries to my side. It’s a cool night, and she’s barely covered in her skirt and sleeveless top. I try not to stare at the nipples straining against the silk fabric of her top. “Why’d you grab that? I didn’t come here to do school work.” She folds her arms over her chest, running her hands up and down her biceps to ward off a chill. “W-we’ve got better thi-things to do.” Her teeth are chattering as she tries to waggle her brows, not quite pulling off the look she’s going for.

“I’m really good at math,” I answer as I twist the key in the lock and push the door open with my foot.

“Okay...” She stares, questioning me with those big amber eyes.

Placing a hand on the small of her back, I usher her into the house before she freezes to death. “You’re not.”

Val’s mouth falls open, and I tuck my finger under her chin to push it closed before placing a soft kiss on her pouty lips.

“How would you know?”

“I looked over your answers while I was waiting for you to finish washing the dishes.”

She stares at me with annoyance, or maybe it’s just embarrassment.

“They’re all wrong,” I say, dropping her bag on the kitchen table. “Sit.”

Her arms cross over her chest, and she cocks a hip to the side. Stubborn as a fucking mule. I love it.

Ignoring her little standoff, I take my own seat at the table, unzip her bag, and pull out her algebra book and notebook. “I’m going to show you how to work these quadratic equations...Sit.”

Val stares a moment longer before a big grin splits her face. “Thank you,” she says, blushing.

“You’re welcome.”

“You don’t have to do this...”

“We’re pals, Val. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Yeah...I guess we are,” she says with a look of defeat.

“You guess?” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “I just fucked the shit out of you not twenty minutes ago, Val. We’re fucking pals.” Literally. “Stop trying to fight destiny.”

She shakes her head, and the giggle that falls from her lips makes my heartbeat quicken. “I’m sure a vegan and a butcher are the exact opposite of destined, Pete.” It doesn’t escape my notice that she’s no longer calling me Peter.

“Opposites attract, baby girl. Besides, I’m not convinced you’re not a closet meat whore. I think I can turn you yet.”

I spend the next hour and a half tutoring Valerie with a raging hard-on. By the time she finally has all her problems corrected, I’m ready to serve her ass a big bratwurst right here on the kitchen table.

Val lets out an exaggerated yawn as she finishes packing up her bag. “Wow, it’s getting late.” She taps the home button on her phone to bring up the time. “It’s almost one in the morning!”

“Do you need to go?” Please say no. Please say no.

She fidgets nervously. “Do you want me to go?”

“Wouldn’t have invited you over if I did. But, if you need to get home...I understand.”

“I guess I could text my mom and tell her I’m sleeping over with a friend.” Her face turns red, and she looks like she’s about to vomit. “Oh my God. I mean...shit. You didn’t invite me to sleep over. I definitely should not sleep over. We hardly know each—”

Reaching across the table, I rest my hand on top of hers and wait for her to look up at me. I suck in my cheeks, giving my best effort not to laugh at her humiliation. How she goes from this mousy little thing to a sexy siren is beyond me. “Val...you are more than welcome to spend the night. If it makes you more comfortable, you can lock yourself in my room, and I’ll take the couch. Or you can go home.” Lifting my hand, I run my thumb across her lower lip, and she sucks in a breath. “Don’t get all worked up...at least not over this.”

Valerie rises from her chair and sashays around the table until she stands before me. After a brief moment of hesitation, she lifts her skirt to straddle me in my seat. “I think I wanna stay,” the temptress whispers as she leans forward, running her tongue over my jaw.

“Yeah?” I rasp.

Her head bobs.

I slip my hands beneath her hiked up skirt, cupping and squeezing her bare ass. “And, um...” I moan as she grinds against my cock. “Do I get to at least tuck you in?”

Val lifts herself onto her toes and reaches between us, unzipping my jeans and freeing my erection. Then she sits, sheathing me in warm, wet ecstasy. “Oh fuck,” I moan loudly, taking a moment to simply appreciate the way she feels wrapped around my dick. Then I yank her top down with my teeth and watch her perky little tits pop free.

Valerie gets a wicked gleam in her eye as she cups her breasts in her own hands, rolling her pert nipples between her fingers as she simultaneously starts to rock her hips to the same rhythm. Her head falls back as she rides me harder. Her moans are loud and echo across the barely furnished space. She’s so lost in her pleasure that I don’t have it in me to quiet her. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive. So uninhibited.

“Jesus, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”

She moans again, slipping her fingers into my mouth to get them wet before bringing them back to her breasts.

“So fucking hot,” I groan, leaning forward to lap at the swollen buds as she pinches and tweaks them.

“Holy fucking shit,” I hear in a familiar, deep masculine voice. Goddamnit, Jerome—life ruiner.

Valerie doesn’t even slow her speed as she turns to find the man behind the interruption staring at us, slack jawed. She doesn’t scream at him or try to cover up like I expect.

I’m unsure of how to react when she seems to gain momentum, riding me like her next meal depends on it. I can barely focus on anything but the way my cock is swelling in her sweet pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Ride that dick.” Jerome.

Is he still fucking here? What the fuck. “Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I grit out, finding that he’s now only a few feet away, with his dick in his hand, pumping his fist up and down his shaft.

Valerie grabs my head in both of her hands, bringing my eyes to meet hers. “Let him watch,” she groans as she shoves her tongue down my throat.

I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. Blood whooshes in my head, in my ears, pulsing in my cock. I can’t remember ever being so aroused.

The sound of my best friend moaning mixed with moans of my own and the screams now coming from my girl are too much. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes,” she screams, reaching between us to rub her clit. “Yes!”

“Now,” I roar, jerking as hot cum shoots out, filling her pussy. Not the condom. Motherfucker. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t have time to think when she climbed on top of me.

As she screams her release, jerking and writhing, still riding me bare, my mind fills with worry.

Valerie collapses in a heap on my chest. Hot. Sweaty. Sated.

“Man, that was better than porn any fucking day. Maybe next time I can get in on that action?” Jerome asks, shoving his fucking anaconda back into his boxers.

“Fuck you,” I rasp, feeling Valerie’s body shake with laughter as I begin righting her clothes, suddenly aware that he’s still staring at her naked body.

He puts his hands up in surrender, backing away slowly. “Hey, you’re the ones fucking in communal property. Figured you didn’t mind an audience.” He shrugs, giving Val a wink. “When you get tired of that Vienna sausage...I got a foot long with your name all over it, Miss Val.”

I’m going to kick his fucking ass. Setting Val on her feet, I stand, ready to do just that when he starts laughing and hauls off to his room.

“You find that funny?” I ask the vixen behind me, who’s now in hysterics.

She nods, unable to speak as she wipes tears from her eyes.

I have no clue what to say, so I stand there until she gets ahold of herself, wondering who this girl is and what I’ve just gotten myself into. Has there ever been a more perfect woman?

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she finally says, blushing. She has the nerve to fucking blush right now? Incredible. “It was hot, right? I’ve never done it with an audience before.” She saunters over, wrapping her arms around my neck. Val rises to her toes, tracing her tongue along my jaw. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“For fucking you in front of a peeping Tom?”

“For fulfilling one of my fantasies. I’ve always wanted to try exhibitionism.”

She’s an anomaly. “It was hot,” I agree. “But I draw the line at his participation. This is mine,” I growl, cupping her pussy in my hand. I’m pretty sure I surprise us both with the possessiveness in my tone.

She smiles up at me wantonly. “It’s yours,” she agrees.

Leaning down, I suck her sex-swollen lips between mine. Long, languid strokes, deep and filled with passion get my heart racing all over again. After long minutes and a mind that just won’t quit, I pull away.

“Babe, please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control?”

“A little late to ask, don’t cha think?” she teases, flitting her tongue along my neck. “I’m on the pill,” she answers after letting me sweat it out for a minute. “I’m not that irresponsible, Pete.”

Oh, thank God. I release a huge sigh of relief. “I just thought you might have gotten caught up in the heat of the moment like I did and...oopsed.”

“Breathe,” she giggles. “No oopses.”

§

Heart racing.

Blood pumping.

Warm wetness engulfs me. The dream is so real that I jerk awake.

It’s pitch dark, and I can’t see a thing, but the heat...it’s still there. I’m hard as a fucking rock. A light sheen of sweat covers my body.

Reaching between my legs, I find a head full of long, thick hair bobbing up and down my shaft. Slurping noises fill the room, followed by a pop when my dick slips free before she takes me again...all the way to the back of her throat.

The night before comes back. Valerie. My girl.

She moans, swirling her tongue around the head before working her way back down.

“Oh God. Like that, baby girl.” I feel heat collect in my cock as she works my morning wood like a stripper on a pole. I’m impossibly hard, the feeling of her mouth inexplicably euphoric.

“Mmmmm,” Val moans, pumping the base with her hand and hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me hard.

The pressure builds, and I begin thrusting my hips. Fucking her mouth. Chasing my imminent release. Val reciprocates, meeting me thrust for thrust. Deep throating. Taking it like a fucking champ.

Thick, hot cum juts out in spurts, shooting down her throat. Val doesn’t let up ’til she’s swallowed every last drop. After which she lets my cock slip from her lips and places a kiss right at the tip before crawling up my body.

Val snuggles into the crook of my arm, resting her head on my chest, right over my racing heart.

“That was amazing,” I say, still trying to catch my breath, as I trail my fingers through her bed-tangled hair.

“I couldn’t help myself. It was like a light saber jabbing me in the back. Taunting me. I couldn’t just leave you like that.”

I chuckle. “You do realize that happens every night, multiple times a night, right?”

“Oh God. Was that a pee hard-on? I just assumed since we only went to bed like three hours ago that it was because you were sleeping next to me...Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I snort. “You most definitely did not hurt me. That was incredible, babe.”

“Do you have to pee?”

“I don’t even know right now. I’m still reeling from your performance.”

I feel her smile against my chest. “Were you impressed?”

“I am. And reassured.”

“Reassured of what?” She props up on her elbow to face me. Now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see the faintest outline of her features. Perfection.

“That I can convert you.”

“Convert me?”

The bed shakes with the force of my laughter. “You just swallowed like two-hundred-million little sperm. Imagine all the potential babies swimming around in your tummy right now.”

Ouch. I flinch as her elbow connects with a rib. “They weren’t babies. They were sperm...which are nothing without an egg...so...”

“So...they were half babies. Animal byproduct at the very least. Pretty sure I just stole your veg-inity, pal.”

“Look,” she says, sounding defensive, “I don’t eat animals because the thought makes me physically ill, and I’m not into using products that cause innocent animals pain. My slurping down your nut brought you nothing but pleasure, amiright? So, my moral compass is just fine.”

“I’m just teasing ya, baby girl.”

“I’m really more of a vegetarian, I guess, if I had to put a label on it. I never really called myself vegan until I interviewed and got the job with Vanessa. She takes it to the extreme, and she demands the same of her employees. Only hires true vegans...whose names begin with V. It’s a little excessive.” A little?

Reaching for her hand, I lace my fingers with hers. “Does it bother you that I eat meat?” Not that I plan to stop, but now that she’s gotten under my skin, what she thinks of me matters.

“My entire life I’ve been surrounded by people who eat meat. I can’t say that it doesn’t bother me, but it’s not something I allow to ruin relationships and friendships over, ya know? If you can sleep easy knowing you ate Bambi for dinner...”

“Like the dead,” I assure her.

“I believe it. You had some major rigor mortis setting in,” she teases, clutching my now semi hard-on in her palm.