Jess
“Alright, ladies,” Erin says, highlighting something on her clipboard before smiling at the group of our sorority sisters gathered in her bedroom.
“I think that’s it for today. Thank you for meeting with me.
I think it’s important that we’re all on the same page heading into our first Sunday Chapter of the semester tomorrow — especially since we’ll have the most fantastic group of new members this sorority has ever seen, thanks to J-Love. ”
I smile and pretend like I’m blushing, waving off the little round of applause from the other executive board members.
“Oh, stop. You’re too kind.”
“Don’t play modest,” Ashlei teases. “We all know you’re not.”
I toss one of Erin’s pillows at her, and then everyone is dismissed.
Ashlei kisses both me and Erin on the cheek before being one of the first to bolt out of the room.
It’s Saturday, which is about the only day she and her sexy, suit-wearing CEO can get in some hump time nowadays, and she doesn’t play coy when she lets us know that’s exactly where she’s heading.
But I hang around until everyone else is gone and it’s just me and Erin.
“Great first meeting, Prez,” I say, reaching into her secret stash of snacks in her bedside table drawer. I crack open a bag of white cheddar popcorn and shove a handful in my mouth. “On a scale of one to ten, how ready are you for this semester to be over?”
She smiles, still jotting something down in her planner. “You know I love being president, and I’m in no rush to graduate, either. But, I’ll admit,” she says with a sigh, finally looking at me. “It’s been a rough few months, and I’m not excited to be back in the full swing of things.”
I frown, wiping my hands together to dust off the cheese powder before I hop off her bed. I lean against the foot of it right in front of where she’s seated in her desk chair. “How are you, Ex?” I ask. “I mean, really.”
Erin sighs, capping her highlighter and shutting her planner. “I’m okay. I actually have group therapy in about an hour, so I need to get ready for that.”
“Group therapy?” I ask. “I know you were seeing a therapist over the summer, but I didn’t realize it was a group thing.”
“This is part of my overall recovery plan,” she explains. “Something my therapist recommended. It’s been good,” she adds quickly, and I don’t miss something curious in her eyes as she smiles. “Strange… but good.”
I smile in return, but my heart aches for my best friend.
She hasn’t been herself in what feels like at least a year, and I hardly noticed because I’d been caught up in my own shit.
I was caught up in Jarrett, in Greg, in Kade.
I had no idea what Erin had been through, or why she hadn’t told any of us, but I was glad she was getting help.
“You know you can talk to me,” I say, barely above a whisper. “I love you, and I would never judge.”
“I know,” she says, and she stands, wrapping me in a hug that surprises me. I wrap my arms around her hesitantly while she squeezes me tight. “And I will. One day.”
When she releases me, she hangs her hands on her hips, eyes on her closet. “Welp. Time to figure out what the hell to wear.”
“To therapy?” I smirk, pushing myself off the bed to stand. “I’m sure what you have on is fine, Ex.”
“Well, I might go to dinner after, so I just want to be prepared for both.”
I cock a brow. “Dinner? With who?”
Her eyes widen as she finds me, but she shrugs quickly. “Just some kids from therapy.”
She doesn’t elaborate, and I take it as a cue that she doesn’t want me prying, so I drop it, but not before giving her a look that I know lets her know that I know.
Something.
I just don’t know what I know.
“Alright,” I say, still eyeing her. “Well, I’ll see you at Chapter tomorrow. Love you.”
She makes a kissy face, dipping into her closet as I let myself out.
Skyler is nowhere to be found when I make it to our room down the hall, so I put on some music while I get ready.
I take my time, brushing my teeth and applying my makeup with care before slicking my long hair back into a fierce, high ponytail.
I dig out one of my favorite little black dresses, slipping it on over my head — but only after layering up my new, hot pink lingerie set — complete with a garter belt and stockings.
When I’m dressed, I slip into my high heels and make my way downstairs, a wicked grin on my face as I fire Kade’s car to life. It’s a short walk down Greek Row to the Alpha Sigma house, but I want to remind him that I’m the one with the power in our little arrangement.
Plus, high heels and long walks are not friends.
I haven’t talked to Kade since he showed up on the Kappa Kappa Beta front porch during rush week. Now that recruitment is over and the first week of classes is under my belt, I’m ready to deal with him.
And he may think he’s ready, but he’s nowhere near.
I park my car in the Alpha Sigma parking lot, ignoring the blatant stares and gaping mouths as I strut my ass through the yard, shoving the front door open without knocking.
I know the code, obviously, because I’m fucking J-Love.
Adam is in the living room with a group of his brothers, and they all stop talking when they see me. But I don’t acknowledge a single one, keeping my eyes locked on the hallway as I make my way toward it.
Every open door I pass is quickly filled with heads leaning out to watch me walk by, and I smirk at the power I feel rushing through my veins. When I make it to Kade’s room, I stand in the doorway, popping my weight onto one hip.
He’s on his bed, with two other brothers in the room with him. One is in the bean bag on his floor, and the other is sitting backward in Kade’s desk chair, all of their eyes locked on the television screen.
On some stupid video game, to be more exact.
At first, none of them look up, but the one in the bean bag glances toward the door. He looks back to the television, then does a double-take, and his jaw drops as he hits the leg of the kid sitting on the chair.
“What the fuck, you’re both going to die,” Kade says, still hammering away at the remote control in his hands. He scowls. “What are you losers gaping at?”
Then, he turns and sees me, and all the blood drains from his face.
Carnage ensues on the television screen with the three of them watching me, and I smirk like the devil I am.
“Out,” I say simply to the two brothers with their jaws on the floor.
They jump up without question, averting their eyes from me the best they can as they make their way past me and into the hall. As soon as they’re gone, I shut the door behind me and turn to face Kade.
He swallows.
“So,” I say, walking toward him with my hips swaying slowly and purposefully. His eyes drink in every inch of me, and when I’m right in front of where he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, I stop, just out of his reach. “Have you been a good boy?”
His eyes grow hungrier and hungrier, his erection already so hard and strong that his basketball shorts look like a fucking tent.
I reach out and forcefully grab his chin, tugging it up until his eyes are on mine. “Answer me.”
“Define good,” he rasps out, already panting.
“Did you listen to my instructions when you left the Kappa Kappa Beta house?”
He gives me a look of confusion, and I’m so annoyed I roll my eyes and debate dropping the whole thing.
But, truth be told, I’m turned on, too.
And I’m just getting started.
I release his chin, trailing the long fingernail of my pointer finger down his chest, his abs, running it along his hard shaft as he inhales a stiff breath.
“I told you not to touch your dick until I saw you,” I remind him, then I grasp his cock hard and squeeze, and he groans, head falling back. “Did you listen?”
“Um…”
I squeeze again, this time in a way that I know probably hurts as much as it makes him feel good.
He winces, but his hips buck against the touch, anyway. “I… I…”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I stroke him softer, rolling my hand from the tip down to the base, all with the fabric still separating us.
He looks at me again. “I didn’t listen.”
I cluck my tongue. “Bad boy. I’ll have to punish you for that.”
To be clear, I have no idea where this dominatrix side of me has come from. All I know is that I woke up with the urge to hurt Kade after him blowing me off this summer and then making a show of himself at the KKB house during rush.
But I also woke up with the urge to turn him on, too.
And I guess when you combine the two, you get this.
“On your knees,” I say.
He cocks a brow, smirking. “You’re joking.”
“Now,” I say, this time grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving him down to the ground.
He drops the remote control he still had in his hands, doing as I said, and when he’s on his knees looking up at me, the power that rushes through me is so addicting I want to bottle it up and get drunk on it forever.
With one hand on the foot of his bed steadying me, I lift my left leg, pressing my high heel into his chest until his back is against the bed. His eyes greedily take in the view my dress is offering him, and I smirk.
“I hope you’re hungry,” I state, and then I yank my dress up to my hips, place my high heel on the bed behind his head, and lunge forward until my pussy is hovering over his sweet mouth.
He groans, hands reaching out for my thighs and running the length of them as he appreciates my pink lingerie. The one-piece is crotchless, my pussy framed by the garter belt, and when his finger grazes my clit, my eyes flutter at the contact.
I reach out, fisting my hand in his hair again until his mouth is on the very clit he just brushed.
The rush of heat is instant, the same way it had been our first night in bed together. Kade brings out a power-hungry side of me, one that’s controlling and bossy and hellbent on getting an orgasm the way she wants it. It’s a new and exciting side of myself, one I want to explore more.
And even though he needs help in the flirting and dating and game side of things, I have to give it to him: Kade is a fucking magician when it comes to pussy worship.
His tongue is fast and focused, flicking my clit with just the right force to have my orgasm building. When he slides his fingers inside me to help push me to the edge, I lean into the touch, basically riding his damn hand as he continues pleasuring me.
It doesn’t take me long to come, and as soon as the orgasm rocks through me and my legs give out from the weight of my body, I pull Kade to stand and shove him back onto his bed.
“Get naked. Now.”
I’ve never seen a man strip faster than he does in that moment, and I stay standing on the edge of the bed, leaning over him when he’s fully naked and grabbing his erection in my hands. It’s slick with pre-cum, and I run my thumb over the slick tip, coating him with his arousal.
“Fuck,” he moans out, writhing in his sheets.
“How badly do you want me to suck your dick right now, Kade?”
“Oh, God,” he cries out, eyes shooting open as he finds me. “So fucking bad.”
“Yeah?” I ask, and I bend at the waist, taking just the tip of him inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, slide it along the length of his base, and cup his balls just as I take him all the way inside my mouth.
He’s already close to coming — I can tell from the way his balls hang, tight and high, and the way his legs flex as he tries to catch the orgasm.
So, I suck faster, using my hand in rhythm with my mouth, and Kade flexes and pushes farther inside me, nearly making me gag when he shoves in deep.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “I’m going to come.”
And as soon as he says the magic words, I pull off.
Kade’s eyes shoot open again, this time in confusion and shock, his body trembling as he reaches for me when I’m already standing and two feet away.
“Wait, no, no, I was so close.”
“Were you?” I asked, wiping the corners of my lips innocently. “Aw, that’s too bad.”
Kade’s mouth drops, but before he can say another word, I rush him, straddling him and sitting right down on his cock when my mouth covers his.
His entire body trembles, and I ride him fast and hard, mimicking the pace I’d had with my mouth just moments before. I bite his neck, suck on his ear, nearly draw blood from his bottom lip. It’s rough and nasty and hot as fuck.
And when his hands tighten around my hips, a guttural groan ripping from his throat, I push myself off of him, breaking every spot of contact all at once.
Kade shakes violently from head to toe, and when I’m standing at the edge of the bed again, I have a glorious view of him ejaculating all over his abs without so much as touching his dick.
“Jesus Christ,” he cries out, leaning up on his elbows and assessing the mess he’s made on himself. He looks up at me with wild, confused eyes. “What… the fuck… was that?”
I smirk, walking over and pressing my mouth tenderly to his in a long, sweet kiss.
“That was payback,” I whisper. “The real lessons haven’t even started.”
He whimpers, reaching out for me but I pull away before he can get a grip.
Then, I tug down my dress until it’s covering my hips again, and I don’t give him so much as another look when I swing his bedroom door open.
“Don’t touch your dick until I see you again.”
And with that, I strut my ass out of that house like the goddamn Queen I am.