CHAPTER 11
Jerico
I glance at my watch and then to Kynan as he tightens the last screw on the small camera he’s mounted to the wall. It’s small, black, and unobtrusive. I doubt Trista would notice it.
The installation of the camera was necessary because when I reviewed the security feed tapes of me fucking Trista in the orgy room last night, I was disappointed in how little you could see. While I made my choice to fuck her on a piece of furniture surrounded by lots of people so she could get the full effect of her exhibitionism, I picked probably the worst angle for any of the cameras to pick up. The video would not be usable and I would have to pay more attention to these things in the future.
“Need you to hurry up,” I tell Kynan. “Trista will be here in about ten minutes.”
Kynan gives one more twist to the screwdriver and backs away. Turning to me, he says, “You’re all hooked up. Its motion activated and should catch everything you need.”
I don’t miss the censure in his voice, but I don’t address it either. This is none of his business.
But apparently, he wants to make it his business because he says, “This may be the worst idea you’ve ever had, Jerico.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “Revenge is never a bad idea. You know that better than anyone.”
“True enough,” Kynan acknowledges as he puts the screwdriver back in a small toolbox he had brought with him. “But not if it stands to hurt an innocent.”
I fucking hate that word.
Innocent.
Because that is exactly what Trista is. I may have introduced her to a sinfully erotic world that I intend to keep showing her, but she is innocent of anything to do with her brother’s betrayal of me. While my plans are intended solely to strike at Jayce, I’m fully aware Trista could get hurt.
Having Kynan point that out to me definitely chafes, but it changes nothing. I fully intend to use Jayce’s sister in every conceivable dirty way… and then I’m going to send him a lovely compilation of video and photographs to show him exactly how I made his sister pay back the money I gave her so his debt to me could be forgiven. I’m banking on this practically killing him, and that gives me enough solace that I can overlook the potential harm I would do to Trista.
“Trista will probably never even know I did this,” I tell Kynan.
I’m banking on the fact that Jayce won’t show this stuff to Trista after he receives it to spare her feelings. Fuck, I know if I had a sister, I would do anything to protect her. In fact, if I had a sister and a man sent pornographic videos of him doing the things to my sister that I intend to do to Trista, I’d kill the motherfucker. That’s actually my hope in all of this. Not only will this strike at Jayce’s heart, but it will enrage him to the point he’ll come after me and I relish that thought. I didn’t beat his ass hard enough the last time because I was pulled off by my men.
“You keep telling yourself she’ll never know,” Kynan says grimly. “But it’s a big risk you’re taking.”
And I’m done with this conversation because it is not the way in which I wish to think about Trista. I don’t want to think about how this constitutes a betrayal of the trust Trista put into me last night. I know how bad betrayal hurts, but it can be overcome. I wasn’t lying when I said I’m past the betrayal of Michelle and Jayce. I’m just not over what they did after.
“Fuck off,” I tell him half-jokingly but halfway seriously. “I’ve got things to do.”
“No doubt you do,” Kynan mutters as he walks out of my office.
I glance at my watch again, eager for the moment when Trista will be knocking on my office door.
A shocking realization came to me last night as I laid in my bed and thought about the amazing sex I had with Trista. It was fucking beyond amazing. I haven’t had anything like that in a long time. I’ve done dirtier things and I’ve done kinkier things, but I sure as shit haven’t orgasmed like that for as long as I can remember.
As I was thinking about that, I got hard and it necessitated me jacking off in my bed. But I realized if I’m going to use Trista to get back at her brother, I’m going to need to have her hooked to me in some way. I had told her very clearly that the ground rules included the realization that this was just sex between us. There is a damn good chance Trista won’t be able to accept that, and I can’t afford to have her cut me off until I’m through with her.
So after I jacked off last night, I sent her a text to appeal to her womanly inner need to be wanted. To believe a woman could be the center of a man’s universe.
You were phenomenal tonight.
Yes, I had ulterior motives in sending that text to Trista, but it’s also the fucking truth. It’s probably why I can’t get her out of my goddamned head.
I didn’t have to wait long for her response. There’s not a word to describe what you were.
Short, witty, and fuck if she didn’t inflate my ego. I texted her back. That wasn’t a one-time only thing.
Her response back was even shorter. Relieved to hear that.
I grinned as I realized Trista was willing to play this game with me. She certainly didn’t know what my end goal was, but she clearly wanted more of what we both experienced. It seems she’s on board with some casual and hopefully kinky sex in the club.
I texted back to her, Be here half an hour before your shift starts. Meet me in my office. I’m ready for you to return the favor.
I’ve been thinking about her sucking my dick pretty much from the moment I pulled out of her. Her offer to give that to me after I made her come with my mouth was beyond endearing. Most women just want cock between their legs, but Trista felt that what I gave her was a gift, and she wanted to give one back.
It was refreshing.
Trista’s response was quick and short. Okay.
I look over at the camera Kynan just mounted and have a moment of hesitation. There is absolutely no doubt it’s wrong and immoral to record Trista and me together without her permission. The fact I don’t intend to use it for profit or gain really doesn’t matter. That she may never know I did this, especially if her brother keeps quiet about it, really doesn’t matter either. What I’m doing is wrong, wrong, wrong.
But when I think about Jayce and the pain he caused me, my fury rages and suddenly, I don’t care if Trista gets hurt. I have to keep it always in the front of my mind that the revenge is more important than one beautiful woman who just happens to be a great fuck.
Who happens to be a woman I can’t stop thinking about.
Fuck.
The soft knock on my door causes my heart rate to pick up. I give one last fleeting glance at the camera before I call out, “Come on in.”
Trista walks in just as I’m shutting the drawer and my groin immediately tightens when I see her. She’s dressed in regular street clothes, which she wears very well. Dark skinny jeans with a pair of ballet flats and a cream-colored shirt that hangs low on both shoulders, but not completely off. Her hair is radically different. It’s her most beautiful feature by far, and she always wears it spilling all down her back in honey-colored layers looking windblown and just fucked. But tonight, she has it pulled up in a high ponytail on top of her head and it makes me realize how long and elegant her neck is. My lips could spend a lot of time on that neck.
Trista shuts the door and leans back against it as she smiles at me. “You done staring at me or what?”
“Never,” I tell her with a wicked smile. “Because I very much like what I see.”
Adorably, she lowers her eyes as if embarrassed by the compliment.
Even more adorably, she looks back up at me and plays coy. “You said you wanted me here half an hour before my shift started. What did you want to see me about?”
Chuckling, I push my chair back from my desk and start removing my belt. “I want to know why your mouth isn’t on my dick yet.”
Trista wrinkles her nose in distaste, but pushes off the door and starts walking my way. “Do you really have to be so crass and crude?”
I slide my belt free and drop it on the floor. My fingers go to the top button of my pants as I answer her with a nasally, nerdy voice. “Well, gee whiz, Ms. Barnes… I’m sorry. Would you kindly come over here and put your sweet mouth on my penis? I’d be much obliged if you would lick and suck it while you’re at it.”
Trista halts, staring at me blankly. And then her mouth widens into a brilliantly beautiful smile, and she laughs at me while shaking her head. “Oh my God… that was hilarious.”
I waggle my eyebrows at her as I grin back. “I’m told my cock tastes really good too.”
Trista is still chuckling as she walks around my desk and my dick gets harder the closer she gets. She comes to stop in between my legs, her amber eyes locked onto mine. When my fingers move to pull down my zipper, she whispers, “Don’t.”
My hands fall away and hers take over. She slowly lowers the zipper as she murmurs, “Let me do everything.”
My cock jumps at her words, and the head starts to weep as she pulls the front of my underwear down to free me from my confines.
“Lift your hips,” she tells me.
Putting my hands on the armrest of my chair for leverage and so it doesn’t roll out from underneath me, I plant my feet and lift my hips. Trista pulls my pants and my boxer briefs down below my ass to free me.
She stares at me in satisfaction and says, “There… now I have access to your balls so I can play with them.”
I can’t help the bark of laughter that pops out of my mouth. I’ve never found sex to be funny. Haven’t found much in life to be funny with some of the terrible shit I’ve seen in my line of work, but I find I like Trista making me laugh. Apparently, my cock likes it too because it gets harder yet.
Trista kneels between my legs and wraps her hand around the base of my shaft. Her skin feels like fire on me, and I have to resist the urge to thrust into her fist. Leaning forward, she gives a light lick under the base of the head, which produces a drop of pre-cum at the slit. That does not escape her attention and her tongue darts out to catch it. I groan deep within my chest over the erotic sight of her closing her eyes as she tastes me.
When she opens them back up, she gives me a sly smile. “I want you to know, I’m really, really good at oral. Or, at least that’s what I’ve been told.”
While that is very good to know indeed, for some strange reason, I don’t like thinking about the practice she’s had.
But then all thoughts of her past are obliterated when she leans over me and takes me in deep. The woman has no gag reflex and when she pulls off, I thrust immediately back into her mouth so I can feel that again. Even though her mouth is stuffed full of my dick, I can feel her laugh at my eagerness. She gives me one long hard suck and pulls free.
With her hand back around my shaft, she looks up at me and asks, “What do you want? You tell me what to do, and I’ll give it to you. Do you want me to get you off slowly with licks, nibbles, and gentle sucking, or do you want to fuck my mouth while I roll your balls in my hand?”
With every word that comes out of her mouth, my cock keeps getting impossibly harder until it’s painful. I stare at her blankly for a moment, surprised she had those dirty words inside of her. Where in the fuck did she learn to talk like that?
She knows I’m surprised and grins at me as she shrugs. “I learned a few things since working here. Dirty talk is one.”
I push up out of my chair, causing Trista to sit back on her calves for a moment. My dick hovers just above her as we stare each other.
I bring a hand to cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb just over the bone, and tell her, “I want to fuck your mouth. And I want to do it deep.”
Trista raises up on her knees and takes me in her hand, but before she opens her mouth to give me entry, she winks at me and says, “Just the way I like it.”
Trista is not a liar.
Certainly not when it comes to her bragging about her oral skills. She takes everything I give her and I swear when her eyes look up at me, she begs me for more. But I have her head held tight in my hands and my hips are practically jack-hammering against her face. I can feel the slight roughness of her tongue on the underside of my cock and the tightness of her throat as the head breaches her. She doesn’t gag once, although I know it isn’t easy for her.
It isn’t easy for her. Involuntary tears start leaking from the corners of her eyes. My thumbs reach out to swipe at them, and I slow my movements within her mouth. She frantically shakes her head and within her golden-brown eyes, I see her telling me that she can take it.
In that moment, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. Yet what I would really love to do is pull out of her mouth, drag her to the floor, and eat her pussy until she screams.
But then her hand is on my balls and she is indeed rolling them. Tugging them. Lightly pinching them.
I slam back into her mouth as she tortures my nut sack, and she purrs with appreciation that I’m giving her all I got.
My balls draw tight, and I never even have to wonder if she wants me to pull off. Anyone this good at oral wants to swallow.
It’s when she lightly skims a finger behind my balls, headed straight across my taint, that I give a bark of surprised pleasure as I explode so quickly that my knees almost buckle.
I look down at Trista in utter amazement as she swallows and then swallows some more. She licks and cleans me off, all the while her fingertips gently stroke my spent balls. With one final lick to the tip of my softening dick, she looks up and says, “Told you I was good.”
I grin down at her. “I’ll never doubt you again.”
Trista stands from the floor as I pull up my pants. She turns from me as she says, “I better get to work.”
My hand shoots out and grabs her wrist. When she turns back to me, I tell her “After work… I want you again.”
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “You mean… out there? In one of the rooms? But we’ll be closed up.”
I shake my head. “Just come back here in my office when you get off.”
She stares at me a moment in contemplation and I can tell she’s considering telling me “no”. I brace for it, prepared to argue with her and perhaps even hold her job over her head, but then she smiles at me and nods her head.
“Okay,” she says casually. “I’ll see you back here.”
It’s not until Trista is gone from my office that I let out a huge breath of relief that I’m going to see her again tonight.
This relief concerns me.
Greatly.