CHAPTER SIX
Lacey
I unlocked the door to my dorm and pushed it open.
“Hey, look who it is!”
My two roommates were sprawled on the floor with the coffee table and a game of Scrabble between them. Denise greeted me but Jenna just waved before frowning back at the Scrabble board, concentrating hard.
“How was the bridal shower?” Denise chirped.
There was no point in even lying.
“A shit show,” I sighed wearily. But my weariness was more than just emotional. It was physical too, Jake working me over, my body his to own.
What was wrong with me? I was in thrall to the alpha, unable to control myself. Anytime the big man said jump, I leapt into the air like an eager-to-please golden retriever, tongue out, tail wagging.
God, things were so messed up, but I couldn’t tell my roommates. So instead, I just skated over the truth.
“My mom collected a bunch of presents,” I lied glibly. “I hope she enjoys her second dishware set and her third vacuum.”
The girls giggled, familiar with Amanda’s string of divorces.
“Oh well, you knew that would happen,” Jenna said kindly. “No worries, maybe she’ll give the vacuum to us. We could use it,” she said meaningfully, looking around the suite. “The dorm vacuum’s always broken.”
“I know, right? But she won’t,” was my reply. “Amanda keeps every present she gets, even if it’s seconds or thirds.”
Denise shrugged then.
“Well hopefully, at least the food was good,” the blonde chirped. I liked her a lot. Like me, she had a love for food, especially things that were high calorie and filling.
“Yeah, it was good,” came my answering smile. “Anyway, I gotta hop in the shower then get back to studying.”
My term paper wasn’t due for another few days, but seeing that I hadn’t been focused for a while, it was a looming disaster.
“Cool.” Jenna finished making her word on the board. “We ordered pizza if you want some. It’s in the kitchen.”
“Turkey sausage?”
“You know it!”
“Awesome. Thanks!” Like me, the girls didn’t eat pork or beef. Another reason all three of us got along so well.
I left them to get in the shower so I could wash the day off me.
Although I’d had a good time with Jake in a remote bedroom of the apartment, guilt squeezed the air from my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Because what could possibly justify my actions? Jake was my mom’s fiancé for crying out loud.
So I tried to put it out of my mind. In the shower, water rushed powerful and fast over my body, soothing my drained muscles. After the delicious session with the billionaire, I was sore in places I’d never been before. The muscles of my thighs burned and my knees and palms were raw. In fact, bruises in the shape of his fingers were already darkening on both sides of my hips.
God! I was such a slut for the man. When he had me on my knees like that, there was nothing that was off-limits. I’d begged and pleaded, giving him my all. His cock could have touched me anywhere, and I wouldn’t have said no.
Because before, I’ve never been that horny for a guy. In fact, until meeting Jake, it was easy to ignore boys altogether, focusing on school instead. It was nice. There were no ups and downs, I’m a good student and top grades have always come easy.
Except now, I was on a rollercoaster. I hadn’t cracked a book in weeks, and my emotions were a hurricane, powerful and all-consuming, overwhelming my frame and leaving no room for anything else.
I groaned with shame and sagged against the cool tile of the shower. Oh god, oh god, what was going on? How could this be happening? Because school is my way out. If I did well in my classes, maybe that’d be the path to a well-paying job. And then I could move away, and leave all this behind.
But instead, it was all going haywire. I was distracted and moony, failing to go to class. My grades were for sure going to drop, but the thing is, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even care. All I could think about was Jake Mason, and what he did to me, my heart going soft, insides even softer.
Oh god, oh god. The way he’d licked my ass in the bedroom had been amazing. His tongue had slid so deep, wet and teasing, prepping me for that giant cock. And when he finally slipped into my behind …
The bathroom echoed with the sound of my moan. It was too good, and I was too hungry. Reaching back, I experimentally tested my sore asshole. Oh yeah, the flesh was soft and tender, but more than ready to take that big dick again. My finger circled the pleats the same way Jake done …
And going with it, I moaned again and slipped a finger inside my ass, squelching into Jake’s cum. Unnnh, so good. My pussy tingled, moistening, and it wasn’t from the shower. What would Jake do if he was here in the shower with me? Would he bend me over and use my ass again? Would he make me get on my knees and beg him? Because I’d do it, all that and more.
“Oh, shit...” was my tortured cry.
Moaning, I filled myself with another finger and started to fuck myself in the ass, first slow then hard just the way Jake did. I bent over with my cheek pressed against the tile and rammed my fingers into my anus over and over while my other hand played with my clit. It felt so good. My thighs tightened, pussy gushing.
“Jake!” His name sprang like a prayer to my lips. “Oh god, Jake!”
And it happened then. The big man brought me to my knees without even being there. My legs dropped out from under me and I fell on my ass in the tub, shaking all over, crying and screaming at once. Because what fucked up situation was this? What disgusting girl pummels herself in the ass while dreaming of her stepdad?
But there was nothing to be done. Alone and crying, I hunched on the floor of the shower stall, body reverberating with the shock of my orgasm.
But my brain kept rolling, emotions a tidal wave.
Because I was pathetic. That was the ugly truth. I was completely and utterly pathetic, a one hundred percent loser.
And my control broke then. Tears sprang anew, blending with the droplets already streaming down my cheeks. Because I was in love with the billionaire. I was in love with my future stepfather … and there was absolutely no hope for us.