"I can't fuckin' hear you Kyser." Jaxon growled out as he roughly gripped both of my ass cheeks in his firm hands.

Picking my head up from the pillow I previously had it buried in, I sucked in gusts of air, "I said harder."

He slammed into me at an exhilarating rate, "Like that?" He questioned rhetorically, "Fuck you like that?"

I was bent over the side of the bed, my chest against the mattress with him behind me. Despite the cool air flowing throughout the room, our bodies were still hot; Sweat pouring between us, making my hair stick to my back and neck.

Skin slapped against each other, overshadowed by the sound of me moaning Jaxon's name as he switched his angle to hit the same spot repeatedly.

He withdrew one hand from my ass just enough to make a smacking sound as he brought it back to roughly grab a handful of flesh.

"Fuck," I panted, "I'm so close."

His other hand wound it's way through my hair, pulling me back against him until the back of my head was on his shoulder.

"Look at my slut." He whispered in my ear, "Taking this dick like a good girl."

The name was strangely erotic to me. When he first called me that, I came within the next few seconds.

I could feel the now familiar tightening sensation stirring deep within my belly, making me clutch Jaxon's forearm that was now wrapped around my neck. My mind was focused solely on the high I was chasing, the orgasm that was inevitable.

Even when I thought I was done, the end got further and further away. The intensity of it felt like a weight on my chest, making me feel as if I couldn't breathe. It had begun to seem as if I'd never find relief.

That was proven to be untrue.

My body tensed when I finally came, pleasure spreading throughout me rapidly, aided by Jaxon's now sloppy thrusts as he reached his own climax.

"Damn." He sighed as he removed his arm.

"You're worn out?" I asked while climbing onto the bed, "That old age catching up to you?"

"Don't insult me. I'd fuck you again but then you'll be calling me in the morning to tell me your pussy hurt."

I laughed heartily, throwing his crumpled shirt at his back.

• • •

"Something's bothering you." Jaxon stated as he continued to tap away at his laptop.

After we were done showering, I began doing homework.

This has become sort of a routine for us. We both come here, me after school, him after work, and just ignore each other while we do other things.

Maybe I was ignoring him a bit too much today.

I closed my laptop and laid my head on his leg, forcing him to close his as well.

"So I have a friend." I began, "She used to do what I did."

"The one I met you through, correct?"

Now how did I forget they knew each other already?

I nodded my head in conformation, "Yeah. So she's engaged now."

"Hmm."

"Hmm is right." I laughed, "Anyway, her fiancé just found out about my job and thinks I'm some kind of awful person and she didn't do anything to convince him otherwise."

He stared down at me with a blank look before speaking, "I don't understand."

I didn't feel like giving him the entire background because I felt like it was a long story, but I forgot men can't grasp the simplest concepts.

After relaying to him the whole story, he nodded in understanding, "So your feelings are hurt?"

"Not just that." I explained, "I think it's wrong that she didn't defend me. I would've done it for her."

Jaxon began running his hand through my hair, "Well, she's clearly struggling with being honest with herself as well as her fiancé. I don't think she was deliberately trying to be a bad friend since she told you about it. If I were you, I wouldn't take it personally."

Tuh.

At the look on my face, he laughed, "That's just my opinion."

"I guess. I don't see why she's so nervous. If he actually loves her, then he'll accept whatever."

"Some men don't like to think about a large number of men being with the woman they're in love with. Especially not for money."

I don't think that was directed towards me, especially since we're not, or haven't even talked about a relationship, but it still made me feel iffy.

Unable to keep it to myself, I responded, "I don't see the problem. What happened before him isn't his concern. If he wants to ensure she's "untouched" go marry a nun or someone."

Jaxon shook his head slightly, "You misunderstood. I said some men. I'm not so fragile in my masculinity that I'm concerned with that. She's clean, I'm clean, that's all that matters."

Well hello there king.

To me, that fact that he was able to articulate himself in such a way made him just as, if not more than, attractive than his physical features.

Propping myself up on my elbow I looked up at him, "Can we have sex again?"

I loved the smile that appeared on his face, "You have to ask?"

My movements towards him were halted by an incessant banging on the hotel door.

Jaxon seemed irritated as he stood up, "I'll return shortly." He spoke before pulling the door behind him.

Me being the nosy person I am, I tiptoed to the door and put my ear to it so I could hear the conversation.

All I heard was a female ask in a demanding tone what he was doing here before I fell through the slightly ajar door.

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author's note: listen... i don't think it's degrading lmao.

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