Chapter 14
Lacey
I don’t care that he went upstairs with her.
You hear that, me? If TJ wants to fuck Heather after she ruined one of his closest friend’s relationships, he’s free to do so.
I stepped into the backyard for a breath of fresh air five minutes ago. Five minutes. That’s how long it’s been since Heather took TJ’s hand and led him up those stairs, but who’s counting?
I lean against the railing of the balcony and sip from the red cup in my hand. I spend the next five minutes eavesdropping on three basketball players trying to coax sorority girls into skinny-dipping with them. At least they’re having fun.
Seems like everyone at this party is having a great time but me.
Dia drove me here, and last I checked, she and Finn were dancing in the living room and laughing like two goofballs in love. I’d never ask her to leave just because I’m not having a good time, and getting an Uber would count as a nonessential expense—something I’m desperately trying to cut down on.
In conclusion, I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future.
I glance down at the cup clutched between my fingers.
Ah, fuck it.
I give myself an inner pep talk and tip the cup back to finish my drink. The cheap beer makes me want to gag, but I keep going anyway.
The odds of questionable beer turning an awful evening around are slim to none, but I’ll try anything at this point. Whatever’s needed to get the images of TJ and Heather’s writhing, interlaced bodies out of my head.
I’m almost done with my drink when a dark chuckle sounds inches away from my ear. “You afraid that beer’s going to run away or something?”
A small gasp leaves my mouth, and I spin to find TJ standing right behind me with that damn wicked smirk on his lips.
He must’ve been upstairs for ten minutes, tops—granted, it felt like an hour—but I doubt that would’ve been enough time for him to fuck Heather’s brains out.
“Shouldn’t you be upstairs blowing your load into Heather?” My voice is dripping with venom and a hint of jealousy I wish I could bury.
He shrugs. “Nah, necrophilia’s not my thing.”
Wait, is he saying…
“She was wasted. I put her to bed.”
Oh .
Maybe he’s lying.
Maybe something did happen upstairs, but part of me really wants to believe him.
I allow myself one glance in his direction. His hair isn’t messed up. Same goes for his clothes. There isn’t a wrinkle to be found on him, and he certainly doesn’t bear the satisfied look of a man who just got his fill.
Okay, I believe him. I don’t think anything actually happened, but that doesn’t give him a pass for dancing with her earlier.
“You didn’t seem to mind when she was practically dry humping you,” I fire back.
“Aw, rich girl, look at you being jealous of Heather.”
An obnoxious laugh rips from my throat as I turn my back to him. “Disgusted is more like it. Heather? I mean, come on, aim a little higher.”
He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me for a few seconds before tugging me to him without a warning.
My efforts to act unbothered fail when his hand comes to wrap around my waist and he brings his hard cock to my ass from behind.
A few giggling sorority girls tumble out of the party house at the same time TJ takes his mouth to my ear and says, “I thought I’d made myself clear when I was playing with your pussy in the locker room. You’re the one I want to fuck, Mattson. Not her.”
One of the sorority girls makes a face at TJ’s very public announcement, and embarrassment colors my cheeks. I pull away, spinning to look at him.
“TJ!”
“What?”
He’s so shameless about it.
“You can’t just say things like that.”
He keeps his gaze firmly on me. “Why not? It’s true.”
My skin feels like it’s on fire as I scan the backyard for a remote spot. This isn’t a conversation I want to have out in the open. Especially not with Mr. Tell-The-Whole-World-He-Fingered-Me.
It isn’t long before I locate an old tool shed in the far corner of the backyard and grip TJ’s arm, dragging him away before he spills any more intimate details about what happened between us to complete strangers.
You know how some people have incredible survival instincts and could easily survive days in the woods without any food or water?
Well, it turns out I am not one of those people because from the moment I lead TJ into that weathered tool shed and close the door, I realize I’ve just willingly thrown myself into the path of a bear, and chances are he’s about to devour every inch of me.
I pause, taking in my surroundings. The shed would be starved of light if not for the moon casting a silvery glow through the small windows on each side of the door.
Three shelves line the far wall, all covered in rusty tools that are cloaked with cobwebs, and a shovel sits in a corner of the shed next to a tangle of rope and gardening gloves.
Something in the air shifts as soon as TJ’s eyes find mine.
I shift my weight from one leg to the other. “Look, what happened at the restaurant will never happen again.”
With that said, I take a step back to distance myself from him—not that it makes much difference. The shed is so small he could fill that gap with one big stride.
“You’re right, it won’t,” he says.
His answer shocks me. He was just telling a bunch of strangers he was playing with my pussy, and now he’s agreeing with me?
“Okay, then. We agree?—”
He cuts me off. “I’m not done.”
Shit.
He steps forward, effectively shrinking the space separating us. “Last time, I let you walk away before I could finish the job. So, you’re right, that won’t happen again.”
Holy shit, I did not expect that.
“I just… I don’t think us becoming more than friends is a good idea. I’m really busy with school and my siblings, and you’re in over your head with basketball and?—”
He stops my rambling. “Lacey?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Just so we’re clear, there’s nothing you could say to me right now that would make me want to stay away from you.”
Alarms set off in my head, although not nearly as loud as the drumming of my heart against my ribs.
“I only need one thing from you. An answer.”
He parks himself so close to me that my eyes level with his chin, and I have to tilt my head to meet his gaze.
“Do you want this? No shitty excuse, no overthinking, just the truth. Tell me what you want. And I’ll listen.”
I could play dumb, but I know exactly what he means by this .
We’re attracted to each other. It started out as a meaningless arrangement with a guy I couldn’t stand and blossomed into what I could only describe as an unexpected friendship. And now, well, it’s more.
It’s chemistry and desire and tension.
I want him.
Desperately.
I know I said I wanted a serious relationship, and TJ can never give me that, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt that kind of attraction for anyone. And fuck, when he looks at me like that, I don’t have it in me to be reasonable.
“I …” I need a moment to catch my breath. “I do want it.”
His lips tug up in a satisfied grin.
I flatten my palm against his chest, keeping him at arm’s length. “But we’re going to need some ground rules. And I’m not interested in being just another girl on your roster, so if we’re doing this, I need to know you’re not sleeping with other people and?—”
“Done.”
I blink at him.
“What?”
“I said done. I won’t see anyone else. Just you.”
Well, that was surprisingly easy.
“And you can’t tell anyone we’re sleeping together.”
He scoffs. “You do realize everybody already thinks we’re dating? Pretty sure us having sex isn’t going to come as a big shock to people.”
He has a point.
“Oh, I guess you’re right.”
“Anything else?” he asks.
I stop and think about it.
“I… You’re clean, right? Because if you’re going to give me some sort of boil-producing disease, I’d rather you just tell me now. That would save me the trouble of suing your ass for neglecting to share that information and?—”
His hand comes up to cover my mouth. “Okay, new rule. No talking about diseases that cause boils right when I’m about to eat your pussy numb. Oh, and no rambling unless it’s to tell me how and when to use my tongue to make you come, deal?”
I can’t answer with his hand on my mouth, so I just nod, swallowing hard when he takes it off and cups my jaw instead.
He inches forward and rasps, “Good.”
Did I think TJ would take things slow? No, but I certainly didn’t think he’d have me backed up against the wall from the moment I agreed to his rules. I must’ve been insane to think he’d ease into it because he doesn’t waste a second planting a long, hard kiss on my mouth.
I know my body is overrun by emotions by the way my knees turn to jelly when his tongue works its way between my lips. I grip the collar of his shirt to steady myself.
“This conversation isn’t over. We still have to talk about you disappearing on me. Again ,” TJ warns in between kisses, and I crack a nervous laugh, although something tells me he’s not joking.
“In case it wasn’t clear, I don’t like being told what to do,” I say, defiance lacing my voice, and move in for another kiss, but he denies me what I seek, dropping his hand to my neck and squeezing slightly.
His mouth hovers inches away from mine as he grits out an irritated, “Let’s see how much you like what I do to you the next time you pull that kind of shit on me.”
“And what would that be?”
TJ cups my jaw into a bruising grip and tilts my chin forward to graze the corner of my mouth with his. “Nothing. I won’t touch you. I won’t fuck that needy little cunt, no matter how much you beg me to fill you up.”
Desire smolders deep in my stomach, but I try not to let it overwhelm me.
“I’m going to let you ache for my cock, and I won’t bat a fucking eye, understand now?”
I refuse to let him have the last word. “Who says I’m going to ache for your cock?”
TJ smirks.
Then he’s slipping his hand up my dress without a warning and running his fingertips across my lace panties—which are soaked, the way they always are when we’re alone.
He fills the remaining distance between us and rasps against my mouth, “Baby, you already are.”
I intend to argue, but my protests die on my tongue when he claims my mouth again, trapping my lip between his teeth and tugging a little harder than he should.
Fuck, I can’t even deny it. I do ache for him. I want every sensation, every emotion, every high this guy can give me.
It quickly becomes clear that unlike the last time TJ had his hand up my dress, he has no intention of leaving me unsatisfied. His thumb slowly traces up and down my pussy. Once. Twice.
Then he’s reaching inside my underwear and sliding his fingers between my drenched pussy lips. His index barely grazes my clit, but I still buck forward, my mouth falling open.
He makes a guttural sound in satisfaction. “Look at you. So fucking needy. Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you sore.”
Oh my God. This is going to be the best bad decision I’ve ever made.
“Get these off,” TJ commands, and I don’t waste a second, guiding my underwear down my legs. “How many of my fingers do you think can fit in your pussy? One? Two?”
He seems dead set on finding out because he’s pushing a finger inside me the next second.
“TJ!”
He doesn’t answer, stretching me further and locating my clit with his thumb.
“Fuck, rich girl, you’re taking it so well.” He starts to pump his fingers in and out of me, rubbing my already swollen clit in slow circles. His other hand shifts to the straps of my sundress. “As much as I love the dress, it needs to go. Now .”
My first reflex is to try and reach the zipper on my back, but of course, Mr. Impatient isn’t having it. He pulls his fingers out of me and yanks the fabric down my chest, almost tearing it down the middle. I’m wearing a red bralette underneath, and TJ immediately jerks it down, too, his mouth wrapping around my left nipple as soon as my breasts are exposed.
He stops to stare at them for a short moment, and it hits me that this is the first time anyone’s seen my breasts in a while. It may be dark in this shed, but it’s not dark enough to hide the look of pure admiration on his face.
My heart skips a beat when he voices his opinion with a quiet “Fucking hell.”
Next, he removes my dress and panties, and then his mouth is back on my nipple, teasing, nibbling until I’m arching my back and gripping the back of his head. His other hand immediately joins in, cupping both my breasts as he transitions to my other nipple and gives it all his attention.
“Everything about you is perfect, you hear me? You’re unreal,” he comments before twirling his tongue around the arched peak of my nipple over and over.
The pressure between my legs is unbearable by the time I pull a complete guy move and press down on his head to guide him to my pussy. It makes him smirk, and he doesn’t hesitate to grant my request, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Good girl. Show me what you want.”
I think he may be trying to kill me with his dirty mouth.
He starts by spreading my pussy lips with two of his fingers to get a good look at me, and I feel like I should hide or something. Like it’s not right for someone to see me in such a raw, vulnerable position, but TJ doesn’t let my self-doubts pick up any more steam, groaning as he swipes his tongue across my clit slowly.
But he doesn’t stop there. His fingers quickly regain their position by my entrance, teasing until I’m bucking my hips again, desperate to feel him all the way. Not once does his tongue leave my clit, and I grip his hair harder, frustration growing in my gut.
“Pull my hair all you fucking want. I’m not giving it to you until you beg.”
My head hits the wall behind me, and I let out a whimper.
“Beg me to fill that tight little hole with my fingers, rich girl.”
“Yes, yes. Just put them in,” I cave.
His tongue draws a long circle around my clit, never actually touching the sensitive nub requiring attention.
“I don’t hear begging.” He makes it a point to blow the last of my sanity to pieces.
“Please.”
“You can do better.”
My eyes snap open just as his tongue is rotating around my clit. His fingers continue their back-and-forth motion, never quite entering my pussy and driving me mad with need.
“TJ!” I whimper, anger blurring with my plea.
“Say it like you mean it,” he commands, and I’m tempted to pick up that shovel and swing at him.
“Please. Please . Fill me up with your fingers.”
I don’t even know who I am right now. Hell, I didn’t even know I could be so obscene. I’ve become a girl who begs a basketball player to finger her in a dusty tool shed. But damn, it feels freeing. Like I’ve been missing out on a whole lot of pleasure since I closed myself off to the world.
That’s what does it. TJ puts me out of my misery, squeezing his fingers inside me and sucking my clit into his mouth with so much power that I nearly come right then. I only realize my hips are rolling around his fingers when he says, “Good girl. Ride my hand like the good little slut that you are.”
I’m overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing through me, and TJ sucking my clit between his teeth pushes me closer to the edge.
“TJ, I’m…” is all I can say as I begin my ascent toward a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fuck, that’s it, rich girl. Come all over my fucking face.”
And I do.
I squeeze my eyes shut to take it all in as I come undone on my fake boyfriend’s face.
Only when I’m spent and still shaking from the aftermath of my climax does he part from me. I’m still on cloud nine, not to mention trembling all over, but TJ doesn’t allow me a moment to recover, reaching for my wrist and pulling my naked body closer for a hard kiss that steals whatever air remains in my lungs.
“You were fucking incredible,” he rasps as his fingers brush against the curve of my jaw. Then he slips his tongue past the seam of my mouth until I’m clawing at his chest, desperate for… something. I’m not sure what.
All I know is I crave more from him. More pleasure. But it’s not the kind he can give me.
I want to be in control. In charge of his orgasm just like he was in control of mine a moment prior. I feel like this guy has kept me on my toes ever since the day I pulled up to his house to get my sister’s phone back. It’s maddening, the way I can never be sure what he’s going to say next. It’s my turn to keep him guessing.
I push him off me and flatten my palm against his torso, applying pressure to his sternum until I have him reversing into the wall behind him.
His dark eyes flare at my initiative, the corners of that wicked mouth lifting into a ravenous smile, the look on his face saying, “Come closer if you dare.”
To his misery, I don’t fill the gap between us, keeping him at arm’s length with my palm. He doesn’t seem to like it because he tries to push off the wall to approach me, but I don’t let him, increasing the pressure on his chest.
He raises an eyebrow in my direction, seeming both aroused and irritated by my little power play. Not that I care. He’s not the one calling the shots right now. I am.
I gesture to his pants with a flick of my chin. “Off.”
His stares grow wilder, angrier, but his smile doesn’t waver. “You’re so fucking adorable when you think you’re in charge.”
“Did I say you could talk?” I pin him with a challenging look that’s packed with determination.
I can tell he’s debating on bitching about it, but he ultimately decides to listen. His eyes never leave me as he unbuckles his belt. The next thing I know, his pants and briefs are on the ground, and his hard cock is out and hanging between us.
I knew he’d have a good size, but holy mother of God , I would need another set of hands to wrap around that thing.
I’m sure not to let my concerns reflect on my face as I move closer, still holding his gaze like it would hurt to look away.
I’m completely naked, stalking toward him, and he has a hard time stopping his eyes from straying.
I’m standing right in front of him by the time his resolve snaps, and he lurches forward to take my mouth again. I shove him back against the wall before he succeeds.
Then I spit in my hand and tightly curve my fingers around the tip of his cock.
I know, who is she?
“Fuuck.” The deep, throaty sound he makes drives me mad.
I start by guiding my fist down to the base of his shaft slowly and pause there. His groan makes me smile, but I don’t give in just yet, circling him tighter but not moving.
“I told myself we’d start slow, but if you’re going to be a fucking cocktease, I just might have to?—”
I don’t let him finish, sliding my hand back up and then down quickly. He shuts his mouth and groans again.
“Lacey,” he warns.
I blink at him innocently. “What? You don’t like it?”
With that, I resume my slow, torturous handjob until his jaw muscles are twitching.
“Do you want me to go faster?” I ask before leading my hand to my mouth and coating it in more saliva. His cock is next, and I feel it throb between my fingers as I drench his length in spit.
“You know what I want,” he says through gritted teeth.
I continue to work him until his fists are clenched so tight that his knuckles are white. He’s glaring at me as though he’s already concocting his revenge.
Someone doesn’t like being teased .
Not too long ago, I was in his position. Desperate for him to touch me. To make me come.
But then, TJ, being TJ, decided he wouldn’t touch me until I stopped seeing Aaron.
Doesn’t he know revenge is a dish best served cold?
Call me petty, but the look on his face when I drop to my knees in front of him brings me this sick, twisted sense of joy. But nothing compares to the rush of satisfaction surging in my chest when I bring my tongue to his cock and circle the head once.
He throws his head back against the wall with a low, “Fuck, baby, yes .”
That’s when I remove the safety pin of my metaphorical grenade and throw it right in his face.
Still gripping his cock, I pull back, glance up at him innocently, and say, “Remember that night in the locker room? When you were… touching me?”
He makes a guttural, deep sound at the reminder. “Fuck yeah, I remember.”
I lick my lips. “Good. Then you’ll understand this.”
On that note, I release his hard cock, rise to my feet, and turn around.
Pure shock gleams in his eyes as he watches me throw my bralette and dress back on. I have no idea where my panties are, and kneeling on the ground to look for them in the dark would totally ruin the dramatic effect.
“Are you serious?” TJ asks, but his voice is calm, collected. Almost cold.
“Dead serious.” I tell him the exact same thing he told me that day in the locker room.
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. The small smile on his face says plenty. He’s pissed, of course, but he also looks slightly impressed.
I swing the creaky door to the shed open, and just as I’m about to leave him stranded with a boner, I cast a glance over my shoulder and say, “What can I say? Payback’s a bitch.”
What he says next sends shivers scattering down my spine. It sounds like a promise.
“That it is.”