Page 92 of Indecent Ventures

I can’t imagine what we look like to an outsider. I’m holding back my screams, but my chest is heaving, and my face is undoubtedly painted that I’m being fucked.

I quickly look around. People are dancing, drinking, and laughing, not paying any attention to us.

He applies more pressure around my neck. My eyes flutter. “Oh god, Collin, I’m coming.”

“I can feel you shaking. Fuck yes. Just like that, baby girl. Let go. Now.”

Two more hard thrusts into me and I feel my body shake and then explode around his. My world is dark, full of one thing. Pleasure.

I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into his thighs. I’m biting my lip so hard. It takes every ounce of will I have not to scream.

I feel his hot breath on my neck as his breathing increases. He pulls me tight to him as I feel him stiffen and then let out a grunt.

The swing gradually begins to slow down until it comes nearly to a complete stop, only swaying slightly. We’re still. Neither of us is able to move from the position we’re in. The only movements are our chests as we catch our breath.

I lean my head back on his shoulder and continue to breathe hard. We don’t move for a few minutes, simply letting what we just did sink in.

That was incredible. He’s incredible.

All of a sudden, I feel something substantial dripping out of me. I lift my head and turn it toward him. “Collin, I think the condom broke.”

He whispers, “Shit. Jade, I’m so sorry. I forgot to put one on. I wasn’t thinking.”

I immediately attempt to lift off him, but he holds me in place. “Wait a second. If you lift off me, my dick will be hanging out.”

I’m so angry right now that I don’t give a crap. “You have five seconds to take care of business before I leave.”

He leans me forward and I assume tucks himself back in. As soon as his arm releases me, I jump up and make a beeline for the exit.

He shouts for me, but I don’t miss a stride.

“Jade! Please stop.”

I don’t. I run. Tears streaming down my cheeks. His come streaming down the insides of my thighs.

I keep running as fast as I can toward our room. I need to clean myself. I’m desperate to clean myself.

He eventually catches me and grabs me by the shoulders. He turns me to him, clearly taken aback by my tear-soaked face. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry about the condom, but you’re on the pill. What’s the big deal?”

I shout, “What’s the big deal? I don’t know what you’ve been out there doing. I don’t know who you’ve been with.”

He takes a step back, looking hurt. “I have no interest in anyone but you. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since we started dating.”

“Dating? Is that what we’re doing, Collin?”

His face is stoic.

“Dating is when people go out and do things together. All we do is stay home and fuck. You won’t be seen in public with me. You’re afraid of your precious Carter and the world knowing that we fuck. You’re not dating me, you’re ashamed of me.”

I can’t believe he’s making me cry. I hate crying. I never cry. It shows weakness. That’s what he is. My weakness.

He runs his hands through his hair. “I’m not ashamed. I just can’t tell him.”

“Can’t or won’t? You’re such a fucking coward. You always take the path of least resistance, Collin. You couldn’t handle sleeping with an eighteen-year-old, so you just left the party without a word. You won’t man up and tell Carter about us. You won’t man up and tell your family that you don’t want to work with them. The easy road isn’t always the right one, Collin. Sometimes you need to grow a pair. Sometimes you need to take the harder path to get to the right place.”

He tries to touch my arm, but I slap it away. “Don’t fucking touch me. I wouldn’t want anyone to get the impression that you actually care.”

I turn and sprint for our room. When I get inside, I immediately remove my dress and bra and step into the shower. I turn it as hot as it will go.

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