Chapter Four
Tate
I couldn't seem to shake the pretty girl's face. I hadn't been smart enough to get her name while I checked under her hood. She was bitchy, which I couldn't exactly blame her for being. It was fucking freezing outside and she was stuck on the side of the road. Her mood calmed quickly as she got back into the car, and I couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she'd been in misunderstanding my questions about the car. She wasn't kidding about being a kept woman, but something wasn't right. She looked very much the princess part from her perfectly styled hair to her flawless skin.
No rich girl's daddy would let her drive around a 10-year-old car that had transmission and battery problems.
Unless she didn't mention it to the old man.
I pressed the gas on my bike and dodged around a bit of traffic before reaching the party. Sam had taken his truck and was for sure looking for me by now. I was 20 minutes late and felt my phone buzz in my pocket multiple times.
Worry ran through my insides as I parked the bike inside the large garage and rubbed my hands together. I moved my walk into a jog and got into the house as quickly as I could. It was freezing out there.
Why did you leave her? She's probably freezing to death.
"There you are. Shit, man. I was starting to worry." Sam clamped his hand down on my shoulder and handed me a cup of beer. "You get lost in the storm?"
"Nope. I found a beautiful girl on the side of the road and stopped to offer help." I wagged my eyebrows and took the cup as I let my eyes scan the room. I didn't know anyone, but Sam did. He seemed to know everyone everywhere we went.
"Oh, yeah? Did you get her number or did she pay you in full then and there?" He smirked, and I could tell by the glossiness in his eyes that I was going to be loading the fucking bike into the back of his truck and driving us both home. The poor guy couldn't hold his liquor.
"No, I gave her my number and did the gentlemanly thing. She was high-class. Way outta my league." I took another drink of the beer and nodded toward the living room. "Anyone worth hitting on tonight?"
"Yep. There's a ton of people out on the back patio. They have heat lamps set up out there. Some of the bedrooms are open, too. They said just lock the door if you're gonna be using the room and don't take long." He picked up a handful of popcorn and tossed it at his mouth, missing terribly. Popcorn landed all over the floor at his feet.
I walked to the closet to look for a broom and started to reprimand him, but found two girls making out as I opened the door.
"Oh. Sorry, ladies." I licked at my lips and reached around one of them to grab a broom.
"Hmmm, you're hot. Come on in here with us." One of them reached for me, but I grabbed her hand, kissed it, and put it back on her friend.
"Maybe in a few minutes." I closed the door and turned back to see Sam watching me with his mouth hanging open.
"Wow. Why do you always score? It's almost unfair." He moved back and lifted his beer to his lips.
"They're too young for me, idiot." I swept up the popcorn and threw it away before patting his chest. "Do not leave without me tonight. Got it? I'm serious. Don't leave me here, or I'll find you and beat the tar out of you."
"Alright. Shit. Don't leave without you. I got it." He gave me a goofy grin and moved toward the living room. "Come on. Let me introduce you to some people."
I followed him, downing the rest of my beer. We stopped by the keg in the hallway near the back door before walking out into a large crowd of people. The music was loud, but fun and drew me in quickly. I loved to dance, and any chance to do it had me sold on looking like an idiot – as if I cared.
"That’s Jessica and Bart. They're in my history class." Sam glanced back at me as he pointed to a nerdy couple in the corner.
"Great. I'm going to dance with some of the girls. Hold my beer?" I took another drink and handed it to him.
"Yeah. You bet." He took a drink of his and then mine as I pulled off my jacket and dropped it in the pile of coats in the chair next to me.
A dark-haired beauty turned and crooked her finger at me. She was the one I'd be taking upstairs, without a doubt. Her “come and fuck me” eyes left my cock hardening almost immediately.
"Hi, stranger." She slid her hands up my chest as I pulled her against the front of me. She was nice and thick and would prove to be a great bed mate for the evening. I could only hope she was at the party for the same reason I was.
"I'm Tate. What's your name, pretty girl?" I leaned in and brushed my lips by her ear, enjoying very much the way she gasped softly at my intimate contact.
"Elise." She rolled her hips and brushed her tummy over my erection as her hands dug into the back of my neck. "I've just gotten out of a shitty relationship and need a rebound. You up for the job?"
"We talking dinner and movie or a long fuck upstairs in a bit?" I moved my body against hers as I slid my hands over the top curve of her ass and squeezed tightly.
"Dinner and movies are so drab." She brushed her nose by my jaw, followed by her full lips.
"I guess it just depends on the mood." I slid my hands up her sides, making sure to brush my thumb over the swell of her tits before spinning her to face away from me. "I'm in the mood for a few beers and the challenge of making the right girl groan my name."
She pressed her ass against me and moved sensually, leaving my body screaming for full contact. The image of the pretty brunette I'd helped rushed by my mind's eye, and my body hardened more as lust burst through me. The girl on the side of the road had to have been every fantasy I'd had for the last 10 years. She was taller than most girls, but it fit the dominant look of her features. Her breasts were big enough to catch my attention, and her tight jeans looked damn good on her shapely legs.
But it was the neediness in her sea-green eyes. She needed someone to save her, and fuck, if I didn't want it to be me. I could almost see her smiling at me, could almost hear her laughter. She was broken and needed a man like me to remind her that she was seen, desired.
"I'm that girl." The sexy girl rubbing herself against me pulled me from my thoughts and forced me back into my reality. I was soon to take yet another stranger upstairs for a quick fuck, and while it was happening, some part of me wished I didn't desire the touch of another. But I did, and I would continue to whore myself out just to feed my need.
"Yeah, you are, baby." I licked at the side of her neck before sliding my hands over her tight stomach and petting her mound over her skirt. "You ready to head up there, or you need a little more convincing?”
I loved the sound of her panting, simply because it was heady. Powerful.
"Let's go." She moved from my hold and reached back for my hand. "I like it rough. Good?"
"Perfect." I walked toward the house, stopping only to grab my beer from Sam. "Do not leave without me. Got it?"
"Yeah." His voice was airy as he turned and took in Elise. "Wow."
"Find a girl and try our line on her." I chuckled as I finished the beer and tried not to be dragged across the porch by the needy woman in front of me.
I pulled my hand from hers and checked in my pocket for condoms before nodding for her to go ahead. I'd catch up. I moved back out and grabbed my jacket, now prepared for a good time. A woman with chestnut hair and a great ass caught my attention from across the porch. She had the same build as the girl on the side of the road earlier, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.
I didn't hesitate to walk across to the porch and touch the back of her shoulder. "Excuse me."
She turned and her face lit up, but it wasn't the same girl. "Oh, wow. You're beautiful."
"Thanks, I think?" I laughed and lifted my beer toward her. "Cheers. Thought you were a friend of mine."
"I'd like to be." She gave me a cute smile and lifted her beer.
I turned and moved through the crowd of people, not letting the girl’s comment or anyone else's penetrate me. My looks had nothing to do with anything. They would fade over time. It was my heart I wanted someone to see, but I thought to say that or let anyone know left me looking like less of the man society expected me to be.
I jogged up the stairs and hesitated outside of the various closed doors in the hall.
"Fuck. Why didn't I just make her wait for me?" I tried the first knob and found it locked, thankfully. I hated like hell to walk in on people, and yet I'd been to enough parties to have seen more than my fair share of people fucking.
Elise poked her head out of the room at the far end of the hall. "Tate, down here."
"Thank God." I walked toward her and slipped into the room as she wrapped herself around me. She didn't have anything but a pair of tiny black panties on – and those would soon be discarded, as well.
Her tongue pressed into my mouth as she half crawled up my body. I gripped her ass and forced her to open her legs and wrap them around me as I pressed into the kiss, sucking hard on her tongue.
She cried out as my fingers slipped just under the material keeping me from her most sensitive spot.
"I need to taste you," she whispered against my lips, and I nodded.
"Yeah, you do." I dipped a finger into her and pressed it in a little. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you real nice and hard."
"Please," she whimpered as I moved to the bed and sat her down. It didn't take her long to have my pants to my knees and her mouth spread over my cock, sucking and licking as if her life depended on it.
I gripped a large handful of her black hair and used my hold on her to fuck her properly. She was a pro and I'd met my match for the evening, which was good and bad. It would be a great ride, but I'd probably limp away with my heart aching for something more than another one-night stand.
The brunette appeared in my thoughts again, and I loosened my hold on Elise's hair. My fingers brushed by her pretty face lovingly, soft.
"Rougher." She looked up at me and growled.
"Right." I gripped her again and jerked her off my cock before manhandling her onto the bed. She fought against me a little, slapping at my chest and acting as if she didn't want to be pressed to the bed below me.
I moved off the bed and worked on a condom as she lifted her ass into the air and shook it at me.
"Make me scream," she groaned as I grabbed her ass and crawled up on the bed behind her. "I don't want to feel anything but you fucking me."
"Good. Hold on tight, girl." I didn't work myself into her as I would most any other woman. I had a big cock and few women had been with someone of my size, but this girl was asking for depravity. I was happy to give it to her.
She screamed as she rose to her hands and pressed back against my thrusts, taking me in and shaking slightly as she came hard.
"Good girl." I didn't give her time to catch her breath before I started to take full advantage of the pleasure she offered me.
I wanted to make love to the pretty girl on the side of the road, but fucking the needy bitch beneath me would have to do for the night.
There was little chance that fate would align the stars in a way that would have me seeing the rich hottie-tottie that had stolen my thoughts again.
"More." The girl took over our sex and worked herself against me. I stood at the edge of the bed, enjoying the sight of her taking what she needed. I wasn't going to come. I had nothing to give due to the lack of true feeling for the stranger in front of me. In the past, I would have come three or four times through the night, but something had changed over the last year.
I wanted more.
Needed it.
I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh as I forced myself to make Elise become the girl from earlier in the night. Her back arched in my mind and I slid my hand up it, memorizing the beautiful curves of her body and wanting to touch all of them.
My breathing hitched as I watched her look back at me with adoration on her face. She was a princess. A queen – and she wanted me. Forever.
It was sick, but I didn't care. I needed the fantasy to find release in reality. I cried out as my orgasm hit. The girl beneath me milked me until I could hardly stand and then wanted more.
I found a way to untangle myself from her, got dressed, and stumbled downstairs to find Sam. I hated myself for sleeping around. It was the one thing I promised myself I would try to stop doing because of how I felt when it was all said and done, and yet the neediness inside of me to be loved in any manner by a woman was consuming.
"You getcha some?" Sam patted my chest and handed me the keys to his truck.
"Yeah." I took the keys and walked toward the kitchen. "Come on. I'm ready to get out of here."
"What? We just got here. There's a lot of beautiful women here tonight." He ran into me as I stopped by the door to let another horde of girls into the house.
"Yeah, and all they want is your dick." I glanced over at him and chuckled as he gave me a look.
"And what the fuck is wrong with that? My dick is officially for sale."
"Not on my watch, buddy. Let's get you home."