Lily

 

Jack’s house was nice.  Cleaner than I expected for a man who lived on his own.  Warm too – thank God.  I hated imposing on him, but I was very grateful for a warm place to spend the night.

He never said it was for the night.  He brought you here because he’s going to fuck you and then he’ll kick you out.  He wants you for one thing and one thing only.

Yeah, I knew that.  It’s why I had insisted on driving my car to Jack’s place when he tried to make me drive with him.  I didn’t have enough money for a cab, and I didn’t relish the idea of walking home and carrying Greg in the dark and the cold.  I had thrown my toothbrush in my purse though.  It was already almost two in the morning.  I figured maybe if I really drew out the sex, Jack might take pity on me and let me stay until he went to work.  It would be nice to sleep somewhere warm for a change.

Nice.  So now you’re fucking men for a warm place to sleep?

I didn’t even feel ashamed.  The soup Jack had brought me meant I wasn’t hungry for the first time in a while.  If he let me sleep over in his toasty-warm house, it’d be the best night I’d had in months.

Don’t forget you’re getting sex tonight.  I bet he’s really good at fucking.  He made you come twice.  Twice!  Did you even believe that was possible?  How big do you think his dick is?  Really big, right?

“You okay?”

“Yes, why?”  I asked.

“You’re red.”

I bet I was.  Just thinking about having sex with Jack was making me hot.  Apparently prostituting myself out for a warm place to sleep didn’t affect my libido when it came to sex with my mechanic.

“You hungry or thirsty?”

I shook my head and watched as Greg finished eating the cat food I brought with us.  He rubbed up against Jack’s leg and Jack leaned down and petted his blocky head.  “He gonna shit all over my house or use the litter box you brought?”

“He’ll use the litter box.”

“Good.  C’mon, time for bed.”

An almost painful cramp of pleasure went through my belly.  I took Jack’s hand and followed him up the stairs to the bedroom.  I was feeling nervous and jittery as we entered the bedroom.  “So, uh, this was your dad’s house?”

“Yeah.  He left it to me in the will.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

He shrugged.  “He was a drunk who didn’t give a shit about me.  After ma died, he just gave up.”

“How old were you when your mom died?”

“Seventeen.  She had cancer in her liver.”

Now there was sorrow in his eyes and I reached up and touched his jaw. “I’m very sorry.”

He didn’t shake off my touch like I thought he would.  “It was a long time ago.”

We stood in awkward silence and I searched for something else to say.  “Your room is nice.”

He snorted laughter.  “Yeah, it’s real nice.”

“It is.”  I wasn’t lying to him.  It was big with a queen-sized bed and a master bathroom off it.  There was a dresser against the far wall and a chair in the corner of the room.  Again, pretty tidy for a bachelor.  With a little imagination, it could be a great room.

“You just need to do a bit of decorating.  You could paint the walls blue – that’s a good shade for a bedroom – and add some crown molding.  The hardwood is in great shape and you could add a rug under the bed for warmth and some artwork to the walls.  The room has a lot of potential.”

He laughed again.  “You like decorating and shit like that?”

“I do,” I said.  “I know everyone in town thinks I didn’t go to university after high school because I was just a spoiled little rich girl, but it isn’t true.  I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do yet.  After a couple of years of trying to figure it out, my dad suggested I try interior design.  I was always redecorating my room.  He said I was good at it and I enjoyed it.  He was right, I do enjoy it, but I just hadn’t figured that out on my own yet.  I decided to apply for an interior design school in New York.  I got in but then my dad… well, you know.”

He nodded, and I was surprised to see the sympathy in his eyes.  Most people in this town figured me and my family got exactly what we deserved, and I couldn’t really argue with them.  There were some sympathetic people, but I hadn’t expected Jack Williams to be one of them.

“Anyway, I didn’t have the money to go to the school after that, so I had to withdraw.”

“You and your mom really didn’t have any money of your own?”

His question tore open a painful wound that I thought had finally healed.  I didn’t want to talk about my mother’s abandoment.  It would make him feel even more sorry for me, and for some reason I didn’t want that from Jack.  I didn’t need his sympathy.  I was doing just fine on my own.

Bullshit.  You’re barely getting by.  You’re one minor crisis from being homeless.  You’re having sex with Jack for a warm place to sleep.

I ignored my inner voice and forced myself to smile at him.  “Hey, am I here to talk or to fuck?”

I cringed at how crude I was being, but hell, Jack probably didn’t care.  He was crude and rough and…

Surprisingly sweet.

He pulled me into his embrace and rubbed my lower back.  “Tell me, Princess.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know.  Tell me anyway.”

I sighed and stared over his shoulder at a spot on the wall.  “My mother has some money – quite a lot of money actually – that they couldn’t take from us.  I don’t know the specifics of why we got to keep it, but Dad called it our nest egg.  I think he knew that someday he might get caught and so he made arrangements for us.  Anyway, we lived off of it for a while but then she met Barry and he was rich.”

“How’d she meet him?”

“Online.  They got married and she moved to San Diego to be with him.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“Mom didn’t want me around.  Barry is, uh, quite a bit younger than her.  She said if I was around, it would be a constant reminder to him of how much older she is than him.”

“If your dad left you money, why the fuck are you living like this?”

“It’s in my mom’s name.  She wants to keep the nest egg in case things don’t work out with Barry.”

He forced me to look at him.  “Does she know you live like this?”

I pressed my lips together, feeling a weird shame.  “She knows.”

“That selfish cunt,” Jack said.

“I never had a close relationship with her.  She didn’t really want kids, she only had me because my dad wanted a kid.”

“She’s still your fucking mother.”

“I was an adult when my father went to prison.  Technically, I wasn’t her responsibility anymore.”

“Your old man know she did this to you?”

“No, and it’s going to stay that way.  He worships my mother, it was hard enough on him when she divorced him and married Barry.  He doesn’t need to know about this.”

“How often do you see him?”  He was still cupping my face and I couldn’t look away from his dark eyes.

“I haven’t seen him.  He doesn’t want me to visit him in prison, doesn’t want me to see him that way.  Even if he did, it’s not like I could afford to fly to California to see him.  And I’m certainly not gonna try driving it with my shitheap of a car.  I talk to him every couple of weeks and send him care packages.”

“You send him care packages.”  He shook his head again.  “You’re fucking starving, and you send your dad care packages, and feed a goddamn stray cat.”

For some reason, another surge of shame went through me.  “Dad has it worse than me.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jack said.  “From what I’ve heard, he’s in a white-collar prison.  He probably plays fucking golf every Tuesday.  He has a warm place to sleep and three meals a day.  Do you have that?”

I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me go.  “My life isn’t that bad.”

Not that bad?  You offered to blow the man standing in front of you for car repairs, remember?

“It’s not that good,” Jack said.

God, I hated the way he was looking at me.  It threw a bucket of cold water on my need for him and I squirmed out of his grip.  “I have to go.”

“Why?”  He took my hand and pulled me close again.

“Because I’m not here for your pity,” I snapped at him.

“Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“Say it, Princess.”

I sighed angrily.  “You want the truth?  I’m here because I’m hoping after you fuck me, you’ll let me stay the goddamn night.  It’ll be nice to have a warm place to sleep where I don’t have to wake up at every little sound because I’m afraid someone is breaking in to rape me.”

He squeezed my hand and I gave him a warning look.  “Don’t.  Don’t feel sorry for me or look at me like I’m a destitute loser.  I’m not!  Forget what I just said.  I’m doing fine on my own and I don’t need your help or anyone else’s in this stupid fucking town!”

I tried to yank away from him and pounded him on the back when he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. 

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” I shouted.

“I don’t.”

“You do, and I don’t want that.  Please, I just want to go back home.”

“I can’t let you go back there, Princess.  It isn’t safe.”

I wanted to argue but I didn’t have the energy.  I was angry and confused and weirdly horny again.

“I don’t want to talk anymore.  Are we going to have sex or not?”  I asked.

“We are.”  Jack’s low voice rumbled in my ear as his big hands rubbed my back.  “But not because I feel sorry for you.  Just the opposite.  I want to fuck you because you’re strong and brave and tough as fucking nails.  I want you, Lily.”

I shivered all over when he said my name.  He pressed his growing erection against me and I wanted to rub against him like a cat. 

“Do you want to fuck me?”  He asked.

“You know I do,” I whispered.

“Yeah, I do.”  His voice was smug.

I leaned back and scowled at him.  He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose.  “C’mon, Ice Queen, let’s fuck.”

I bit my bottom lip.  I didn’t know how I could have forgotten that I was bad in bed, but the nickname did a fine job of reminding me.  Suddenly self-conscious, I said, “Jack, listen, I…”

Shit.  How did one tell a potential new sex partner that they sucked in bed?  I didn’t want to tell him, but it’s not like he wasn’t going to find out.  He should have the chance to back out if he wanted.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m called the Ice Queen for a reason,” I said. 

“I’ve heard the rumours.”

“They’re not rumours.”  My face was turning beet red, but I continued on lamely.  “I’m…well, I’m terrible at sex.  I’m, uh, too stiff and uptight.  I can’t come during sex.”

He studied me silently and I chewed at my bottom lip.  “If you’ve changed your mind, I get it, but would it be okay if I crashed on your couch tonight?  It’s late and I’m tired.”

He released the clip that held my hair up and then wound his fingers through the strands, holding me still.  “Princess, you’ve already cum on my fingers and my face.  I fully intend on getting this hat trick.  You’re gonna cum all over my cock tonight, I promise.”