JENNIE
Outside, falling snow drifted onto my hair and cheeks. Icicles hung from the frat house roof. I pulled my fingers from Lisa's to put on my gloves, then glanced at her huge hands.
"You're not wearing gloves?"
She shrugged. "Don't need them."
Right. Why would you, if you were already a human ice cube?
Her hand wrapped around mine again in a firm grip. The possessiveness sent a tremor through my body.
We walked quickly through drifts of fresh snow. Lisa led, I clung to her hand for support, and I wanted to blame my unsteadiness on the beers and my heels, but I knew the truth. I was scared, turned on, and in a state of total disbelief that this was happening.
The frosty path led to a cluster of campus buildings. A light announced the ATM. The area was deserted at midnight on a snowy Friday. Far behind us, music and shouts poured from frat row.
Lisa let go of my hand to slide in her card and punch the keypad. I stared as she withdrew two hundred dollars in twenties, took the other ten bills out of her wallet, and held them all in front of my face.
"This is as high as I'll go."
Jesus. This was real. Four hundred dollars to fuck this guy.
I could pay for my heat and electricity, pay off Lucas, and have some left over.
If I said yes, I'd always have to live with the knowledge that I'd done this.
I squirmed, crossing my legs under her cold gaze. My pussy ached with need, and my heart slammed my chest.
"Explain to me why you refuse to hook up for free."
She lifted my chin with one finger. "I want it to be crystal clear exactly what we're here for." Each word hung in the freezing air. "No more, no less. No questions, no lies."
I nodded quickly.
"Is that a yes?"
I looked both ways — we were alone. I touched my phone in my coat pocket for reassurance. I watched the fan of bills flutter in the winter wind, then stared up at the snowflakes caught in Lisa's eyelashes.
"Yes," I croaked.
"Say it." She leaned in, her breath brushing my ear. "Say, 'Yes, Lisa, I want to fuck you for money.'"
"Don't feed me lines," I snapped. "I said yes. I'll do it. We have a deal."
"Good." She put the bills in her coat pocket.
"Hey," I protested. "I get those."
She smiled at me, and my stomach lurched. "You'll earn them. Don't worry." Eyeing me with intense satisfaction, she rested one hand on the wall, next to my head. "If something's too much for you, say evergreen, and I'll stop. Anything else you say, I won't stop. Okay?"
"Okay," I whispered.
A massive fist tangled in my hair. A heavy body pushed me against the wall by the ATM, with a suddenness that drove the breath out of me. Lisa's mouth closed over mine.
Her lips were cold, but her tongue was hot. Demanding. Taking.
I gasped, trying to get control of the kiss, but I couldn't. Her tongue was everywhere, fucking my mouth. She pulled my head back by the hair. Her body caged me in, hard and huge. And I was fucking moaning, rubbing against her like I was possessed, my knees about to give out.
"Take it easy," I panted, breaking the kiss. My head was spinning.
"You're right." Her smile made me shiver. "We have all night."
Her lips met mine more lightly, her hand still in my hair, tipping my head back as she loosened my scarf. She kissed down my neck, waking every spot of skin that her lips brushed. With her free hand, she began unzipping my puffy down jacket.
"We're outside," I protested.
"Mm-hm." My jacket parted and hung open. She reached inside her coat pocket.
"It's cold."
She kissed me again. Soft, licking my lips, making my mouth open to her tongue. I was obeying, totally out of control of what was going on, sucking on her tongue in desperate excitement. Her free hand was busy, but I couldn't tell with what.
"I'll help you with that," she murmured. "Don't worry, babe. You won't be cold at all soon."
Something papery brushed my chest, tracing a line down my cleavage. Money. Oh my God. A rolled-up twenty slid slowly between my breasts.
"What the hell?"
My nipples tightened, painfully hard through my shirt. I gripped her hand, but I didn't push it away. I held it against my breasts. I thrust against her heavy thigh, wedged between mine. My head was spinning, my breath catching.
"What do you mean, what the hell?" Her kisses deepened.
I wrenched my mouth free, because I was falling. Was I? No, Lisa was holding me up while I squeezed her thigh between mine. The concrete wall was cold and solid against my back. But I was coming apart.
My gaze skated to her, to the snow, to the crisp bill she'd just tucked into my bra.
"What do you mean?" she repeated. God, that voice. Deep and knowing and so fucking…condescending. "Tell me. I want to know."
For a minute, I couldn't answer.
"Where do you get off making a big deal over the money?" I spat. "Rubbing it all over me. It's humiliating."
"Mm-hm." Another rolled-up bill trailed down my throat. I gasped. I arched my neck. Goddammit. "Are you into being humiliated?"
A wave rolled over me, popping my skin into goosebumps.
It said, what the fuck, Lisa?
It said tell me more.
It said, yes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I whispered. Her eyes moved over my face. I was pretending to be confused and doing a shitty job of it.
"Don't you?" she whispered back. "I saw you smile."
One enormous hand slipped inside my v-neck and cupped my breast inside my bra. Her cold, bare skin on mine.
"How wet are you right now?"
"Wet," I breathed shamefully.
"I asked, 'how wet.'" Her voice was measured.
Jesus. I was pinned to the wall by a towering mountain of a guy, shaking, angry with her, and getting off on it. She squeezed my breast, massaging the swell of flesh. Her fingers found my nipple and pinched the hard little bud to an aching point.
"Very wet," I gasped.
"Now tell me again. Are you into being humiliated?"
"I've never done anything like that."
"Do you want to? You asked if I'd be mean to you in bed. I saw how excited you were, Jennie."
"I'll — try it," I whispered.
A little smile played over her lips. "If you want to, then say so."
"Yes," I snapped. "Asshole. Yes, I want to."
"Okay, then. I'm going to rub every one of these bills all over your naked body before I put them in your purse."
"You're sick."
I clutched her broad back. Between my gloves and her wool coat, I couldn't get a grip on her. My hands skated over her massive body. I couldn't ignore her size. I couldn't ignore anything about her.
Her free hand pulled at the waistband of my leggings. Another bill, crisp enough to make me wriggle at the friction, slipped inside my panties.
"Jesus," I breathed.
She kissed the base of my neck. She'd already figured out that was one of my spots. She let the waistband snap back to hold the bill in place against my hip. As a hot tongue licked my throat, icy fingers cupped my mound.
"Jennie," she whispered, drawing the syllables out. "You told me you were 'very wet.'" She found my clit and pressed in through the sopping fabric. "I don't think that describes what's going on down here. You're dripping. You're fucking soaked. You're a river of girl cum."
"Thanks for the vocabulary lesson," I panted. The snowy ground tilted under my feet as she stroked me through my panties. I couldn't take being undone like this.
"You're welcome." Abruptly, she pulled her hand out of my leggings. Nooooo, my body whispered. Stay, stay, stay… I grabbed her hand and tried to pull it back to my crotch.
She freed herself with a satisfied smile. Then the ground fell away from me. I was scooped up, pressed against a hard chest, and carried across the snowy lawn. Stunned, I stared up at the purplish night sky, then twisted to see polished black shoes leaving prints in the grass.
I wasn't used to being lifted. In cheerleading stunts, I'd always been a base, supporting the girls who flew. Not tall, but solid. Guys didn't just sling me across their chests and carry me around.
As awareness kicked in, I squirmed. "I can walk," I growled.
"Seemed like you were having trouble with those high heels in the snow." The fake sympathy in her voice made me want to smack her. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
Her arms were stone — one hooked under my knees, the other beneath my shoulders. A hand splayed against my thigh. I was trembling.
"I think you want a lot of things to happen to me."
"You have no idea."
Her strides covered a lot of ground. I jostled in her arms, and she tightened her grip. My heart thudded in my chest, my pussy was on fire, and I was desperately nervous about what would happen in Lisa's room. Naked, together, intimate. Humiliated.
Snowflakes landed on my cheeks and melted instantly.
You agreed to this, I told myself. James is in the house. Rosé's going to call. Lisa isn't going to hurt you. But the throbbing between my legs scared me most of all.
When we reached the side of Kappa Sig, Lisa let go with one hand to turn the doorknob. She kicked open the door. A staircase stretched up.
Out of nowhere, I snickered. I couldn't help it.
"What?" She looked surprised. Amused.
"Come on, you're not going to carry me up those stairs, are you? I know you're a mountain of muscle and all, but I'm no feather."
"You don't need to be." She started toward the stairs.
"Fine." I swallowed my giggles. "Now put me down."
She ignored me, jogging up the stairs as I clutched her huge arms. I thought of the safe word she'd given me. I didn't use it.
At the top, she set me down. The hallway was empty except for a couple who hadn't made it to a bedroom and were noisily sucking face by the wall. They didn't glance our way.
Lisa unlocked the first door on the left and propelled me inside. I got a quick impression of a queen-size bed with blue sheets, a wooden desk and chair, a lamp that gave the room a dim glow, and a few bookshelves before she pushed me against the wall by the door.
"Look," I began, with no idea what I was going to say.
Lisa shrugged off her coat and threw it on the chair. When she turned to me, her eyes froze the words on my lips.
Thumbs hooked into my leggings and panties, pulling them swiftly to my knees. A heavy hand pinned my shoulder to the wall. The muscles in her huge arm strained through her shirtsleeve. Her other hand cupped my mound again, but this time her fingers met bare skin.
"Jesus," I moaned. I had my pants around my knees and my pussy exposed to her view. Lisa's pale eyes focused between my legs as she deliberately stroked the neat triangle of dark hair and spread my bare lips. If this was what she meant by humiliation, it was working. My face burned scarlet. "Your hand is so cold…"
"No, your pussy's just that hot." She smiled at me, a smile that made me shiver. My nipples tightened under my jacket, and I thrust my crotch into her hand. I was so slippery that her fingers were sliding everywhere. In and out of my folds, finding every soft crevice and setting me aflame. "It's so fucking hungry. I'd even call it a desperate pussy. You haven't been getting what you need, have you?"
"Bastard," I gasped. "You don't know that."
"You've been asleep, Jennie." Her voice was soft and mocking. "Am I wrong? He was finished in, like, two minutes, and I never finished at all."
"Shut up," I whispered, hot and dizzy. "That was a private conversation. I wasn't talking to you."
"I just felt so bad for you afterward." She stroked my clit, teasing the swollen bud to unbearable pleasure. "I couldn't look away. You were a train wreck, but prettier."
I bit her arm as hard as I could, through her shirt. A low growl broke her calm. A bulge, huge and menacing, pressed against my stomach.
Ice slid inside me. Her finger, in my cunt. One was enough, all I could take right now.
"You're a dick, but uglier," I snarled. I was clutching her chest, hating the way my palms slid over her torso, wanting more. What was the word she'd given me? Evergreen. I'd say evergreen, and she'd stop. But I didn't want her to stop, and that scared me more than anything she was saying or doing. "You watched me cry."
"Poor baby. You were so sad, weren't you?" She moved her finger in and out of me deliberately, caressing my clit. "You didn't want to let on to your friend. But I knew. And your boyfriend never got you off." She shook her head. "In here, you'll get what you need."
My knees buckled under me. My pussy convulsed around…more. More fingers were entering me, and her hands were so big that it was uncomfortable.
"Oooohhh…" I grabbed her arm, feeling full and off-balance. "Lisa…"
God, I'd said her name for the first time — no, moaned it, and this time, her smile reached her eyes.
"Does that hurt?" Her voice was soft.
"A little."
"Oh." She stared at me, her thumb flick-flick-flicking on my clit. "Are you into that? Do you like it when it hurts a little?"
Jesus. That wasn't who I was, how I thought of myself. But I was spasming on cold stone, and I wanted more of what she was giving me.
"Yes," I gritted, helplessly honest. I moaned again at the burst of sharpness and the immediate juicy clutch of my pussy. My head drooped against her shoulder, cold and carved through her shirt. I wanted to mark that marble surface with my teeth. "Now you tell me the truth. Did it turn you on to see me cry?"
"I always tell the truth." Kisses dotted on my neck like snowflakes, her lips too light and caressing for the way jer fingers were invading me. Her heavy cock twitched against my side. I felt the hunger in her body, enormous and raging, and the restraint, and I didn't know which scared me more. I wanted both. "Of course it turned me on. I wanted to fuck you right there. On the bench. In public. Embarrassed and helpless and naked. Pinned under me and so very aroused. Needing me to get you out of this mess."
"You're a twisted fuck," I whispered.
"And you're about to come," she whispered back. She was rubbing my clit faster. Thrusting into my core harder. Penetrating me, sending sparks of discomfort and desire through my cunt as it clung to her fingers. "Let it out." Her voice was hypnotic. "You don't like me. You're so ashamed that you have a stranger's fingers in your pussy. You're embarrassed that I'm hurting you and you love it. You're humiliated that you're going to spread your legs for me on my bed and let me put my dick inside you. You hate that you need the money, that you want this, and that I turn you on like no one else."
"Is that so?" I glared at her.
"Say it," she whispered. Lips grazed mine in a kiss. "Tell me everything, baby. Tell me how you feel about me."
"Oh, Jesus," I groaned. Thickness probed my pussy deeper. Her thumb was relentless on my clit. "You're— you're a cold bastard. I barely know you. I don't want to know you. I — Oh God!" I shrieked.
An orgasm ripped through me. My pussy rippled around her fingers, cold and enormous. I gasped while spasm after spasm wracked my body. The sweet shocks didn't end. Those fingers curled inside me and I sobbed, clutching her arms.
"Fuck yes," she growled. "Keep coming."
"Please," I pleaded. "I don't know how to come this much."
"That's where you're wrong." Her voice was a caress now. Her fingers never stopped moving. "Whose fault was it that you never got off, yours or your boyfriend's? Did you always stop him too soon because you were scared of coming? I bet you did. Look how crazy you're getting. You were afraid of him seeing you like this. You're a mess of juices. The greediest little pussy I've ever met."
"I hate you," I sobbed.
"Mmmm, yeah. That's it. I'm going to fuck you so hard." She sucked my earlobe into her mouth.
Relentlessly, she worked my clit, setting off another painfully pleasurable orgasm. God, two in a row — this had never happened. Not to me. I tried to buck and squirm against her, but she had me anchored between her and the wall so I could barely move.
"That's it," she murmured. "Let it hurt and feel good. I'm not going to stop until I think you've had enough. And right now, enough is a long —" her thrust was hard, but measured — "long —" she thrust again — "LONG way off. How long were you with your boyfriend? A few months?"
"Jesus," I ground out. "Stop talking. You talk too much. And you said I was talkative."
She nuzzled my throat and eased her fingers out of my clinging cunt. When she wiped them on my thighs, I growled.
"Good point, Jennie." Swiftly, she unzipped my parka and pushed it off my shoulders. "That doesn't mean I want you to stop." Hands grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. "I think you're going to be saying a lot tonight." She was already unhooking my white lace bra, moving so quickly it made my head spin. She still loomed over me, keeping me against the wall, her leg between mine. "You've just gotten started."
A thread of fear and excitement shot through my stomach. "What the hell does that mean?"
"You'll see."
I gasped when she picked me up, my leggings still around my knees, and tossed me on her bed. Taking my calves in her hands, she unzipped my high-heeled boots and dropped them on the floor. My leggings and panties followed, peeled off together in one long pull.
Stripped bare in seconds. I'd never felt so vulnerable as I did now, lying on Lisa's bed.
Pale eyes stared at my tan skin, my round breasts with their dark brown nipples, the curves of my stomach and hips and thighs and ass. All the places I tried to keep tight and athletic, a little softer and rounder now because I'd had too much fun last semester.
"How do I look?" I whispered. I was used to guys having a reaction the first time we got naked. Lisa's silence unnerved me.
"You look nervous," she whispered. "You should be."
I shuddered. More juices slicked my pussy, and she could see them because my legs were spread.
A ringtone split the heavy air. I froze. She paused, crouching over me in her button-down shirt and jeans.
"That's probably my friend Rosé," I said. "I told her to check in with me after an hour. If I don't pick up, she'll call James."
A smile curled her lips. "Is this the friend you were talking to in the quad?"
"Yes."
"Let me guess. The same friend you were with at that party last fall? The blonde girl?"
"You mean, when you slipped me a random napkin? Yes."
She climbed off me. "Better not keep her waiting."
I shot her a look of death and walked to my purse. It lay by the door, where I'd dropped it. My body was heavy with need, every nerve ending alive. I was naked in this stranger's room, naked and freaked out and desperately turned on. Lisa got off the bed, her eyes on me as I took out my phone.
"Hey."
"Hey babe!" Rosé chirped, like she hadn't completely crushed me when I'd asked her for help this afternoon. On a sudden impulse, I put the phone on speaker so Lisa could hear her. "What's happening? Who's this Lisa dude?"
Lisa raised her eyebrows when Rosé's voice came through the speaker. Standing by her desk, she began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Oh, just some guy in James's frat," I answered.
"Are you in her room?"
"Not right now."
Lisa's head jerked up. A little smile flickered across her face. Undoing the last button on her shirt, she shrugged it off, laid it on her chair, and pulled her undershirt over her head.
Beautiful wasn't the word. Her shoulders, chest, and arms were carved.
"So, talk to me," Rosé urged. "Scale of one to ten?"
"Seven for face, ten for body." Lisa held my gaze as she unbuckled her belt. "She's seriously jacked."
"Niiice. Give me details."
"We're not doing much." I crossed my legs. My thighs were slick. "Mostly hanging out and listening to music." My mouth was taking over, making shit up. "Lisa has crappy taste in music."
Brown eyes rolled over me, turning my bare skin to goosebumps. Lisa kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pants.
"Sucks," Rosé was saying. "But at least you have a place for the night if you want it. See? I told you you could find someone to keep you warm. Just be nice to her."
My fingers tightened around the phone as I stared at Lisa.
"I'm so fucking sick of being nice," I muttered.
"What did you say?" Rosé asked.
"Nothing."
Lisa slipped her hand into her boxers.
"Look," Rosé said. "I meant to tell you. If you don't wanna stay with her, we can make room for you in the living room. You'd need to bring your own blankets and stuff, but you can have the floor on the other side of the coffee table…"
She was naked now. Hanging her clothes over her chair, never looking away from me. Her cock was thick, veined, raging hard. Taking her clothes off didn't make her look more vulnerable, the way I felt. It made her look more powerful.
She walked up to me, closing the distance between us. One finger tipped up my chin. The single touch ran through my whole body.
In a very low voice, too low for Rosé to hear over speaker, she said, "Get off the phone."
I stared at her. Then I cleared my throat. "I should get going," I said cheerily to Rosé. "I'll call you if I need a place tonight. Everything's fine. Nothing to worry about. She seems like a nice guy."
"She sounds kinda boring, but okay. Enjoy." She hung up.
I dropped the phone in my purse. Lisa let go of my chin, but my knees were starting to shake again.
"On the bed," she said, equally softly.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"You can get on the bed, or I can put you there."
My legs took me to the bed. Juices trickled down my thighs. As I lay down on my back, Lisa reached into her coat pocket. When I saw the stack of bills in her hand, my body tightened.
"No." I sat up.
She climbed over me, jer knees planted between my legs.
"How do you know you won't like it if you don't try it?" Her voice was persuasive.
Slowly, I lay back.
A stiff bill slid over my collarbone. I moaned. I couldn't help it. The ticklish touch actually felt good. Immediately another bill stroked the other side of my collarbone.
"This is messed up," I panted. "You're messed up." My breasts, my whole body was exposed to her calculating gaze. I couldn't close my legs with her between them. She was so collected, only my glances at her stiff cock told me how much this was turning her on. And I was glancing at it a lot.
I inhaled sharply when one bill teased the curve of my breast.
"Tell me something," she said softly. "No lying. Did you fake it with your boyfriend? The one you never came with?"
"None of your business," I gasped.
"Tell the truth." Her eyes captured mine. I couldn't look away. "Did you pretend you were getting off with him?"
"Yes." Jesus, it was like she'd pulled the word out of me. I felt every difference between the textures of the two bills sliding over my bare skin. "But I — never mind."
"But then you touched yourself after he was gone, right? Or maybe when he was asleep next to you. You came all by yourself, playing with your hot sweet pussy and your little clit, aching for release, not making any noise, so he'd never, ever know."
I glared, clenching my fists, furious at hearing this guy speak my truths.
"Am I right?"
"Yes," I hissed.
"Good. Let's do this." She threw the bills aside and picked up two more. My toes were curled, my hands grabbing Lisa's comforter, soft against my back and ass. I was spread open to her gaze, my legs apart, naked and exposed. She could see everything, see how wet and juicy I was. My skin burned with embarrassment.
One bill, crisp and brand-new, maybe the one that had been inside my panties, made my skin tighten in goosebumps and I wriggled away from it. Lisa tossed it on the pillow and began with another one. Then another. She leaned over me, the dim bedside lamp highlighting her massive body from the side, watching me. I tried not to cry out as she slid twenty-dollar bills over my neck and collarbone, down my arms and over my wrists, around the swells of my breasts with a little extra attention. My nipples were two dark pebbles.
Touch me, I refused to say. Touch me with your hands.
An older bill caressed my stomach in a low swoop, soft and wrinkled. I sighed, arching toward the slow drag against my skin. Jesus, I was asking for more.
"You like that one?" Lisa's voice dropped to a growl. "It's nice and soft, isn't it? Like you, right here." The bill traveled over both my thighs.
And, oh God, her hands finally followed, squeezing and pinching the flesh that was the first to get out of control when I slacked off at the gym.
My face flushed. She must have known it would. She could probably tell at a glance that I tried to keep my curves in check.
Her eyes weren't ice now. They were hot with lust, fire moving from my thighs to my face, my red cheeks, my own eyes wide and pleading.
"Please…" I whispered
"Fuck," she muttered, dropping the bill and spreading my legs wider. Thumbs opened my pussy with the lightest touch. I bit my fist to keep from screaming as she traced the outside of my lips, staring at my pulsing cunt.
Then she swept all the bills off the bed. Huge hands grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my stomach.
"Lisa," I gasped.
"On your hands and knees, girl."
Fury washed over me. Fury at being talked to like that. Fury that I was actually doing it, rising into position, waiting, quivering, letting out a long moan when he squeezed my hips.
When I heard the rip of foil, my whole body tightened. I stared over my shoulder just long enough to watch her put a condom on.
Hard flesh lodged in my opening. She sank inside me with one insistent push.
Jesus, I had never been filled like this. Never been aroused like this. Blind with anger, dizzy with lust, I couldn't think. I couldn't see. I just clutched her comforter in my fists and shook with need as Lisa took me.
Her cock, huge and slippery, thrust inside me over and over, fucking me all the way through. I was on my hands and knees, kneeling, begging, pleading with her to stop, oh stop, never stop, please, I need more, give me more, oh God, just let me come already.
And through it all she kept going, steadily, mercilessly, savagely. Whispering a constant stream of words about how tight I was, how hot, how soft, how wet, how perfect, she knew I was the right girl for this. She knew I was scared, and I was going to take everything she gave me and beg for more.
"You're so big," I babbled. "I've never — oh Jesus —"
Fire flared through my cunt and thighs. What was happening? My clit. She was touching my clit. Softly, gently, teasing the exposed tip while I flooded her thick cock with juices.
"This is what it feels like to be mine." Her breath was cool in my ear. I shuddered from head to toe, squeezing her cock painfully hard as she inexorably sank into my cunt. "This is what it feels like to be my little slut."
"Who do you think you are?" I gasped.
"I'm everything you're afraid to want," she whispered, "and everything you need."
"You're a bastard." I was sobbing now, as hard as I had this afternoon.
"Mmmmm. So good. Let it out, baby."
Tears streamed down my cheeks with each deep thrust. Her cock stretched me open impossibly wide. Fingers stroked me, playing around my swollen clit, making me quiver with need.
"Oh — Oh God — I hate you, Lisa —"
"No, you don't," she hissed. "You just wish you hated me. You can't fake anything here, Jennie. You can only beg and plead while I do whatever I want with you. It's so embarrassing, isn't it? How you're creaming and shaking and crying while you're fucked by someone you want to hate, until we come together like two intimate lovers?"
I shrieked, tightening around her in one long wave. Everything came down to my center. Her, inside me. My cunt contracted in an agony of need and pleasure, ecstasy and despair. Lisa stayed immobile, a statue behind me as I arched toward her. Nothing moved except my pussy, clutching her length, and her fingers, forcing ripples of sharp pleasure through my body. More pleasure, and more, until I pleaded for mercy.
Then everything blurred. I moaned when her touch left my clit. A heavy hand pushed my face into the mattress. She pulled her hips back and slammed her cock into me.
The air left my body. Had I thought Lisa was brutal before? Her thrusts were ferocious, primal, but frighteningly controlled. She was huge. I was close to coming again. Jesus, it felt incredible, in the worst best kind of way.
She was silent. We both were. The only sounds were her intent breaths and mine, pushed out with each thrust into my core.
"Lisa…" My voice cracked. "It's so much."
She groaned. The raw lust in that sound shocked me. Her cock, enormous, jerked in my tight embrace. Her massive hands began to roam over my body, exploring every place the dollar bills had touched. They spread sparks as she squeezed my hips, felt my stomach, slapped my thighs with stings that left me panting. When she fondled my breast with a warm palm, I moaned. Loudly.
"You like that?" She pinched my nipple. I moaned again. "Say it. Tell me."
"I like it," I breathed, the bed bouncing under us as she thrust. I was soaking wet and she just didn't stop and she was crushing my nipple in her fingers. My pussy spasmed around her thick cock, hard, because suddenly she was grazing my clit and I was too sensitive to take it, I was exposed and raw and she was rubbing faster and faster…
I peaked again, helplessly. "Lisa, please…"
"Fuck," she groaned, grabbing both my hips and thrusting deep. I clutched the pillow, overwhelmed. She was coming inside me. Grunting in release. Squeezing my hips with each spurt, filling me with her essence.
As our breath slowed, my pussy quivered in aftershocks of pleasure. Little by little, her fingers eased their grip on my hips. When I squirmed my ass against her, she gave a final thrust, dropped a kiss on my shoulder, and pulled out.
I sat up and stared at the aftermath of our fucking, then flopped back on the bed.
Twenty-dollar bills lay all over the floor. Lisa's sheets were a rumpled mess, pillows scattered everywhere. My pussy ached, sore from her fingering and feral thrusts.
An exhausted sated glow spread over me. I could barely move.
"So that's how you like it." My voice was a rasp. "Your room, your way. Anyone ever tell you that you have problems?"
"How I like it?" She chuckled. It was the first time I'd heard her laugh. "Own it, Jennie. You fucking loved it."
"I still don't like you," I said huskily. "I really don't like you. And you still scare me."
"And it was hot, right? We had a good time together."
When I shivered, she looked at me like she might pull me in close. Hold me, touch me. I didn't want to crave her embrace or melt into her body. She stretched out next to me and coiled a piece of my hair around her fingers.
"So do we have an agreement?" she asked.
I shuddered. I couldn't see straight right now. "Give me time to think about it."
"Twenty-four hours."
"Fine."
"And stay the night." She smiled lazily.
My head jerked up. "That wasn't part of the agreement."
"Didn't you want a warm bed tonight?" She draped her arm over me. Automatically, I scooted closer. "It's freezing outside. You can't do anything about the heat in your apartment until tomorrow. You're half-asleep anyway."
She was right. God, it was tempting. But if I stayed, and fell asleep — Jesus — in her arms, she'd just get more of a hold on me.
I forced my eyes open. "No."
"Suit yourself. It's a long, cold walk home."
I sat up. "You're not going to drive me?"
"Nope." She regarded me from her pillows. "I'm comfortable right here."
"You're such a dick," I gasped. "A gentleman would drive me home."
Her face twisted in an ironic smile. "A gentleman wouldn't rub money all over your naked body that was paying you for a hot fuck. Now, the way I see it, you have two choices. I help you pick up all the money and we go to sleep nice and comfy in my bed. You get to be warm, a lot warmer than your apartment would be. I'll even make you breakfast in the morning. Or, you have two minutes to get your clothes on and get the fuck out."
"You can't be serious." I stared at her.
"I'm serious. Unless you want what your 'friend' offered you." She made air quotes. "It's not a bed, but at least her heat's on."
I glared at her. "You're an asshole, you know that?"
"Yep." She shrugged a large shoulder.
"Rosé's my best friend. She's just used to me taking care of her, not the other way around."
"That's not a friend, that's a pet."
I turned away, gripping the edge of the mattress. "And what about you?" I turned back to her. She was lying on her side, the sheet half-draped over her body, the lamp throwing every carved contour into relief. "What do you know about it? Do you even have friends? Or do you just prowl around like the big bad wolf, flashing wads of cash at girls and luring them back to your lair?"
Lisa's face split in a grin. "See? That's why I pay you the big bucks. You're entertaining."
"Shut up." I reached for something to throw at her, but there was only a pillow at hand.
"I'm just saying, she should have done more to help you out. You should surround yourself with people you can trust."
"Don't fuck with me," I mumbled.
"I'm not. I'm commenting."
"Well, don't comment. You've already said enough tonight."
"You didn't like it?"
"It's just how it is with me and Rosé," I said quickly. "She's the girl who fell down the stairs last spring — oh, yeah. You were abroad for the year."
"Yep." There was a sharp, sudden edge of bitterness in her voice. "Missed all the excitement of college." We stared at each other. The moment stretched out. "What'll it be, Jennie? Stay or go?"
I gritted my teeth. I wasn't trapped here. I could walk home, at one in the morning, in the swirling snow that showed through the crack in the curtains. I could call a cab to Rosé's place with Lisa's stupid money — my money, now. But with the snow, it could mean a long wait outside, in the cold and the dark, alone on frat row.
My legs were shaky; I was wobbly everywhere. I couldn't imagine walking right now.
God, I hated accepting her invitation.
"Fine. I'll stay."
Lisa swung her huge body out of bed and began scooping up dollar bills. I knelt on the other side of the bed, flushing hot as I picked up more and stacked them in a jagged pile.
"You really get off on making me do things, don't you?" I said.
"Babe, I haven't made you do anything." She came around the bed to hand me the bills she'd picked up, her eyes moving openly over my breasts, the curves of my hips and thighs, and the mound between my legs. She pushed aside my curtain of dark hair to kiss my neck, and I tensed. "This has all been your choice."
Silently, I put the bills in my purse.
I climbed into bed, my legs rubbery, and lay down on my stomach, tucking my face into the softness of the pillow. A moment later, fingers stroked the small of my back, running upward along my spine. It felt good. From anyone else, the move would have been affectionate. From her, it almost was. Almost.
Her skin wasn't cold. She was toasty warm, radiating heat that seeped into my shoulders and neck. I sighed and snuggled my pillow.
"Would you seriously have let me walk home alone in the snow after you screwed me like that?" Dammit, my voice was shaky, just enough to give me away.
She caressed my hair. "You'll never know, will you?"
"Fuck you," I muttered into the pillow.
She laughed softly and tugged my hair, just enough to tip my head back. Reaching over to her bedside table, she switched off the lamp. The room went dark, except for a sliver of light in the crack between her curtains, reflecting off the snowfall outside.