Holy hell.

I’d tried to stay away from him, but as I walked back to my room, Henry’s words on my mind, the image of Jerrik, tired, angry, and somehow hurt, plagued me. Beneath all of that rough, angry glaring had been a little boy with a broken heart, though I doubt anyone else but me had seen it. Then I’d found myself at his door, knocking, instead of doing exactly what Henry had ordered me to do. Jerrik needed a friend; I knew I was all he had at that point.

I’d known Jerrik had problems, but I never thought they’d be quite as bad as what he’d just laid out for me. I wasn’t one for gossip, even though back in our town there wasn’t anything else more interesting. Still, I didn’t like to pry so it wasn’t like I knew all that much about his family, but…

Dammit!

“This is it, isn’t it?” I murmured in realization. “Why you’ve been acting the way you have recently. I heard all the rumors, even tried to follow a few. It didn’t seem like you at all.”

Only, like a lot of people probably, I figured it was the fame getting to him, even if it was a little late. And to think he had this on his mind… with the way I’d treated him…

I felt the need to apologize again. I felt like I needed to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, because I had done him wrong when he was already dealing with his own shit. My shit was nothing in comparison to this.

Without truly thinking about it, I leaned forward to cover the space between us and pulled him into a hug because I had a feeling he needed it, from someone that was legitimately trying to offer him comfort. I doubted there had been anyone there to offer him even that, or he might not have ended up as badly as he did.

My arms wound around his shoulders, and I tugged him lightly to bring his head to rest on my chest as I held onto him tightly. I was tempted to cry, my eyes stinging with tears, but I didn’t know how he would take it, so I was holding myself back.

“I am really sorry for what you’ve had to go through, Jerrik,” I murmured, because I couldn’t help myself, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “And even sorrier that you don’t have anyone to help you through this.”

He was stiff in my arms, like he didn’t know how to receive and accept affection, and I had a feeling he didn’t. But after a few moments, he did relax into me, his arms circling around my waist and tugging me closer, and I went with it. I ended up on his lap, straddling his thighs, with his arms holding onto me tightly, his face buried in my breasts as I hugged him tighter.

After a few long moments, when he didn’t say anything, I brushed my fingers through his hair before getting a light grip to tilt his head backward.

“Is there anything you’d like?” I offered. “Anything at all… that I can get you.”

He was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled, leaning towards my chest so he could press a warm, wet kiss above my breasts. I felt my breath hitch and my body shiver at the intimate attention.

“There’s a lot that I want from you, Sharon,” he said huskily, glancing up at me. “But we can start right here.”

The hand I had in his hair clenched tightly. I probably tugged on his hair a little, though he didn’t complain.

But I hesitated.

“Jerrik, are you really sure you want sex now of all times? It might not be the best idea…”

“Actually, the opposite is true,” he countered, his hands moving to my hips to pull me snuggly against his. My eyes went wide as I felt him hard and ready for me. “I need this, Sharon, please. I’m not trying to use you, I really do want you, but what I need most is a distraction, and I have you right in front of me. Please don’t push me away.”

It was the pleading that made me cave. I wondered, in the past five years while he made his fame and fortune, just how many times he’d had to say please and genuinely mean it. Even if there hadn't been any underlying meaning, I was pretty sure all he’d have to do was tell me he needed me, and I would do as he wanted.

“Tell me what to do for you then,” I murmured.

I ran my hand through his hair, smoothing it back a few times.

“Strip for me.”

It sounded more like a command than a request, but my body shivered, and I was more than ready to do as he wanted.

I slid off his lap, his arms dropping from around me so I could. I didn’t go far, and he spread his legs for me to stand in between them. Slowly, I kicked off my shoes, and sighed as he clicked a button on his phone and a song came on. I waited until I’d lost myself in the slow, driving bass, then pulled my top off, twisting it around my waist before I grinned and pulled it away.

He waggled his eyebrows but stopped when he saw my bra, black lace and barely there. His attention was all mine then and I swayed with the music as I pushed my pants down only to kick them away. I paused when I stood in front of him in nothing but my underwear. I knew it was the right call when he raised his hands to my hips.

“Behave.” I said in just the right tone to make him adopt that guilty schoolbook look.

I turned in front of him, letting him run a finger down my spine. When he reached my panties I bent in front of him. He filled his hands with my ass and I shied away once more, wagging a finger at him.

“Be good, Jerrik, or I stop.” I was only teasing but he sat back and tried to look contrite. I continued to dance, pulling one foot up to place it beside his hip and pulled his head forward to let him kiss my thigh. I pushed him back when he moved to go higher.

Sinking and twisting I pushed my panties down, letting them dangle from my toe before those flew away too. I moved close, letting my breasts press down his face before I moved away, my hand behind my back to undo my bra. I let it slide away slowly as the song neared the final chords, then stood before him proudly naked.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Sharon,” he whispered.

“Flatterer,” I retorted, though I was pleased.

His hands returned to my hips and slid slowly up my waist, then circled around to my stomach and slid higher to cup my breasts. He squeezed them gently, and I covered his hands with mine, pressing them harder, squeezing a little tighter, enough to make me moan. I moved our hands in a circular rhythm so my nipples brushed against his palm, hardening as pleasurable sparks lit up in my body.

”How do you want to do this?” I murmured. “Fast or slow?”

Jerrik hummed, his eyes on my chest. “Either way is fine with me.”

“Then… how about slow, since we didn’t get time for that before?”

His eyes rose up to meet mine, an eyebrow arched. “Maybe not too slow, though,” he teased, moving one arm from my breast to tug me closer by the waist.

With me standing and him seated, we were at the perfect height for him to bury his face in my chest, and he proceeded to do so. I brushed my hands through his hair. Maybe I was making another mistake. But, I wanted to, and really, I thought we both needed the distraction.

Besides, now that I had decided to go down this road, I might as well do as I pleased. If the boss found out I’d disobeyed orders, I’d be in trouble, but just right then, I didn’t care.

Jerrik took one of my breasts in his hand and pulled it to his mouth. A quick swipe had me sucking air as pleasure bolted straight down between my thighs. Immediately, he circled it with his mouth, and I moaned as I arched into it. He rolled my nipple with his tongue, then tugged lightly on it with his lips. His other hand cupped my other breast, pushing both until they were under my breasts, pushing them up and out. With a last kiss on my nipple, he placed his hands on my waist and pulled back to look at me.

It was probably for the best that he’d said we wouldn’t be moving too slow. He hadn't done much, and already I felt ready to burst. I had a feeling, if he took his time, he could drive me crazy while having fun the entire time.

“Hang on,” I said breathlessly, pushing lightly on his shoulders. He kept one of his hands on my breast as he pulled back to look at me. “Tell me you have another condom, Jerrik.”

He grinned. “What do you take me for? Of course, I do.”

I would have scoffed any other time.

“Strip and get on the bed,” I said, giving commands of my own. “Tell me where to get the condom.”

His eyebrows shot up at my order, but he stood up and pulled off his tank top, revealing his firm, tattooed chest. At some point, when we weren’t both so impatient to get to the main event, I would get him to lie back for me so I could map out his tattoos with my mouth and hands. I never thought of getting one myself, and I had never dated anyone with tattoos, but on him, they looked beautiful.

Jerrik noticed me looking, and he smirked, the same smug look he’d had on the last time we got naked and dirty together. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I’m sure you know you’re hot, Jerrik, so get undressed, please. And the condom.”

He shrugged. “Okay, so, since our day at the beach, I’ve been keeping them in the nightstand.”

He let his pants drop, followed by his briefs, his hard cock free and moving in the air as he kicked both aside and moved to lie back on the bed. He lay himself down like he was putting himself on display, folding his arms under his head and raising one knee, his other lay a little to the side, so I had a clear view of his very impressive endowments.

Before, at the beach, I had been the one in his position. I wanted time to just look, but I reminded myself I was technically still on the clock.

I went to the nightstand and tugged the drawer open, my eyebrows shooting up as I pulled out a long strip of condoms.

“Exactly what was in your mind when you packed for your trip here?” I asked, turning to him with the condoms held up.

He didn’t even have the grace to be ashamed, smirking again. “I was thinking I would look for a few distractions.”

“And just how many did you find?” I asked, a hint of jealousy in my voice.

He chuckled, the low, husky sound making my body shiver. “Besides the smoking and the drinking, and all the other shit I have to do while I’m here like those stupid sessions? It’s only you.”

That pleased me a lot more than I would have thought.

I dropped the condoms on top of the nightstand, ripping one from the strip and crawling onto the bed.

Jerrik watched me with hooded eyes, looking relaxed. His cock lay on his abdomen; the head flushed a dark pink as I took it in my hand. I stopped around the middle and leaned down to kiss up the vein that ran underneath, then rolled my tongue over the head.

He groaned, his hips shifting. “I wouldn’t mind if you did more of that,” he murmured, voice husky.

I winked at him, his leg lowering onto the bed as I shifted to straddle his thighs. “Maybe later.”

His groan of disappointment had me saying fuck it, and I took him in my mouth for one long moment, taking him deep, down my throat, until his hand were in my hair and his hips were pressing into my face. I sucked him hard, all the way to the tip and he loved it.

“Sharon.” He murmured, encouragement or a protest to stop?

I did it again, my hand an extra tool to make him shiver beneath me until his hips were driving into my face fast and shallow. He was getting too close, too fast, my talented tongue something he hadn’t planned on.

I pulled away, despite a very definite groan of protest, and grinned up at him.

“Next time, baby.”

He watched me, his breath a rapid staccato in the room, as I found the condom and brought it up to my mouth and ripped the foil with my teeth, pulling the rubber out. I slid the condom down Jerrik’s cock, giving him a couple of strokes, grinning when he grunted. His hands moved to hold onto my hips.

“This will have to be another quickie,” I whispered. “I’m still on the clock.” I spread my folds with my fingers as he watched. My own juices were enough to make my fingers slide around easily. He’d have no problems sliding into me.

Jerrik chuckled again, smiling at me even as his eyes kept flitting from my face to my breasts, to the place between us where our bodies would soon be joined.

“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl, running off for a quickie in the middle of a job?”

“It’s your fault for being so irresistible.”

Before he could come up with some witty response to that, I took his cock in my hand and held him up, positioning the head at my entrance, then sank down on him, hard and fast, making us both moan. My head fell back as my body shivered in pleasure at the way he filled me. I loved how he stretched me, and I loved it even better when he moved inside me.

But I was in charge, at least for the moment, and I made use of it. I rose up on my knees, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside and slamming back down. Jerrik’s hands flexed on my hips as I started to ride him, playing my hands on his chest as I moved my hips up and down, then circled, then ground down against him. One of his hands moved up from my hips to cup my breast, and I moaned as he teased at the nipple, rolling and tugging it between his fingers.

When I looked at his face, I almost smiled at the blissed out look on his face. I was the one that put that look there, and I felt some pride in myself for that feat.

“Enjoying yourself?” I teased, voice breathless.

His lips formed a smirk, even as he began to pant for breath and met my eyes. “Do you have to ask, now of all times?”

No, I didn’t. It was plain to see he liked it. But I wouldn’t mind hearing it either.

I pulled my hands from his chest, leaning to brace against his thigh as I gyrated my hips, fucking myself on his cock as I circled my hips. My head fell back again as I moaned and moved my hips even faster.

Jerrik’s hand squeezed my breast, then both were back on my hips, and he lifted me up a little, pulling me down as he slammed his hips up in a hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I cried out, looking up to meet his eyes. I wondered just how desperate to come I looked to him.

“You look like you’re having a lot of fun there,” he murmured as he gave another harsh thrust. “Let me join in too.”

I balanced with both my hands on his thighs, digging in with my nails so I wouldn’t slip as he thrust his hips up, tugging my hips down against him as he fucked me, hard. Even with me on top, he was still the one in charge. That might have pissed me off, and any other time I would have tried to get back control, but it felt too good.

We moved together, our bodies perfectly in time with each other, as I felt the first shock of orgasm hit me. I gasped, my back arching to hit just the right spot deep inside me as his cock flexed at the same moment. It was so good, too fucking good, and I let myself go with a cry of pleasure as his hands gripped my hips. I don’t know what I said, I might have even confessed to loving him, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to keep coming on his dick as I rode him hard and fast.

Jerrik let me have my way as I hit my climax, I dug my nails even deeper into his thighs, leaning my head back as I cried out. I heard Jerrik growl low and deep as I felt his cock twitch within me, his thrusts not slowing as he came. His breath was a vicious hiss as he found his release within me, his own fingernails digging into my hips as he gripped me tighter to him. I felt another wave of pleasure rock me and I danced on him, following him as we gripped each other to the point of leaving marks.

The rock of our bodies slowed down as we came down from orgasm. With a groan, I moved so I was lying down on his chest, his arms going around me to hold me to him. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest and knew mine had to be doing the same.

“This can’t ever end.” He whispered, but I still heard him.

I was so comfortable, I could have fallen asleep like that, but his words made me tense. Then I realized I still had to get back to work, and I groaned for an entirely different reason.

“What is it?” Jerrik whispered, his hand sliding through my hair.

“Work, remember? I still have to go.”

His hand stilled, but only for a moment, then he was running his hand through my hair again, his other arm tightening around my waist.

“Just stay a bit longer.”

I sighed, reluctant, but I knew I would anyway.

“Only for a few minutes.”

I was nervous about the way Jerrik made me feel. Not only did he make me feel good, but he made me feel better than I had in such a long time.