For Authentication Purposes (4 page)

I had been arching my back against the wall and angling my chest into him without thinking about it, my thighs rubbing together a bit. I closed my eyes as a shudder ran through me. “And what do you get out if it?”

Pulling back a little, he looked me in the eye. “Are you kidding? I get to help pull that stick out of your butt.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And maybe put something else in it.”

“Ugh. You are a demented asshole.” I sighed and started to push him away, but he held fast.

“It can be for research purposes. Don’t you want to be the best literary porn pusher there is? Don’t you want to succeed?” His cockiness was back. But he had a point.

“Research purposes.”

“Yeah. So your writing will be authentic.” I watched his eyes roam my face as I thought it over.

“For authentication purposes.” My heart was about to burst out of my chest, and I was sure my vag was going to catch a cold from the damp home it was now in with the wind trying to claw its way through my jeans.

He smiled wide and closed his eyes as he repeated what I said. “For authentication purposes. Yeah. I like it.” Opening his eyelids he grinned even wider. “We can shorten that to FAP.” A laugh escaped his throat.

“Why are you laughing?”

Warner shook his head and stepped back. “No reason. You just let me know when you want to start fapping. I’m at your service.”

I sighed, feeling confused and turned on and still way too irritated at the whole situation. “Meet me after class. We’ll go to my apartment.”

He popped a piece of gum in his mouth and nodded, amused. “Sure thing, Bunny. Fap you later.” With a chuckle, he turned and shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and walked back toward the parking lot.

Warner Green and I had just made an agreement. He was going to have sex with me. And I was going to let him.

I was going to be so screwed. In more ways than one.

Wardo

I’d never admit it to her, but Dawn got under my skin. As soon as Candace said she needed a date to prom all those years ago, I’d agreed. I broke up with my girlfriend for it.
 

My girlfriend was from another school so Dawn wasn’t the wiser that I even had one. Willow was this pretty blond senior with the hottest body I’d seen in my seventeen years. I had been with other girls in certain ways, but never full-blown sex. Not the way it was with her.
 

I liked her enough. I liked that after our second date, she’d rubbed my zipper until I was so hard I had to pull over. I liked that she was so adamant about making me come after she popped the button on my jeans to give me an awkward blow job. I even liked that it both hurt and felt good at the same time. She worked harder than any of the other girls who had sucked me off at their houses after school while the TV was on so their parents couldn’t hear. And she swallowed, which added another point in my book because the last girl had always snuck out of the room to spit into the sink. I wasn’t offended, but after three months I figured she would have gotten over it.

She didn’t.

But Willow. I liked the way she wouldn’t wear panties to the movies and we’d sit in the back corner, the darkest seats in the house, so that she could slide her skirt up her dark tan thighs, let me reach between them and part her legs with my palms. She’d let me kiss her cheek, lick her neck, and slip my fingers into her until my wrist and knuckles hurt. Until she was breathing hard and shaking. But she never came. Not once.
 

I liked it when she would pull my dick out of my boxers during the movie trailers and squeeze my shaft, even when her hands were dry, because her mouth was warm, her tits were within reach, and, of course, we were in a public place and I had to finish in silence so we wouldn’t get caught.

I liked the way she looked over her shoulder at me when I took her from behind. How she pressed her face into her pillow when it was too deep or too much. That she didn’t care when it was too fast or out of rhythm. And that she wanted it all the time. All the time. That’s not an exaggeration.
 

I liked her and all those things. But I didn’t love her.
 

Again, she never ever came. It’s not that I was worried about it all the time, but a guy wants that to happen, even if he won’t admit it. I mean, no one in their right mind would admit that.

When the opportunity arose to escort Dawn to prom, I jumped at the chance. Dropped Willow like a bad habit. Rented an expensive white tux just to impress the girl with the stick up her ass.
 

The night did
not
go as planned. Maybe if it had, things would have been different for me. Maybe I wouldn’t know exactly how to help her with her shitty book. But I did. And I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to get her to say yes.

I’d always thought she was too perfect for me, and then in an instant the entire perception that I’d had of her shattered. Dawn Sims of the Honor Roll Society, Thespian Society, squeaky clean good girl who didn’t even drink on prom night and never had detention in school was writing awful porn online and wanted to sell it for a living.

Fuck.

Me.

Please.

I don’t know that anyone else would ever understand the rush of excitement I’d experienced then. Her good girl image fell away from my eyes, and I saw a dirty, naughty, smut-writing horndog standing there in front of me. Clearly repressed, of course. But the potential was there.

And dare I say? The thought of getting to defile her and bring her over to the other side was way too much for me to pass up. It was a dream come true. She and I weren’t so different after all.

Well, we wouldn’t be after she calmed her tits, of course.

Still. She agreed.
 

Fuck me, she
agreed
.
 

Well, actually,
fuck her.
And not in the angry way. Unless she liked it like that. It was obvious she didn’t even know what she liked. I thought of all the ways I could show her. All the things she could learn.

“Make sure she comes first. Even if you do, don’t let her know. Don’t stop until she’s satisfied. Always make sure she’s satisfied.”

The memory crept up on me, and I shivered, clutching the steering wheel tighter than before. I wasn’t going to think about that. I wanted to think about Dawn.

She was going to want me. She was going to let me see her naked and make her come. She was going to let me touch her and taste every part of her that Mathlete Matt was too selfish to invest his time in.
 

But
I
had time. I had all the time in the world to watch her take all I had to give her.
 

Pun intended.
 

Yeah, I was gonna have a field day with this project. I wasn’t going to rush a single minute of it. And I most certainly wasn’t going to tell her what the word fap meant. It was too glorious of a joke to share.

I wondered what her apartment looked like. What her tits would feel like in my hands. What her face did when she had an orgasm, and if she even knew how to have one.
 

I wondered who the asshole was she thought about when she slipped her hands down her panties and closed her eyes to touch herself. If she even did that in the first place.
 

I was getting hard just thinking about showing her all the ways she could get wet and shrug off her prissy façade. I wanted to look up at her from between her thighs and listen for her to call my name, which she would by the end.

The ride to her apartment made my stomach tighten, and I drove too fast, keeping up with her so she couldn’t lose me in traffic. There was no way in hell this wasn’t happening.

Dawn

Warner followed me back to my apartment after classes. I tried to calm my nerves as he tailed my ass so close it was as if he were sitting in the backseat of my car instead of his own. Sitting through my other class had been sheer torture as I tried to figure out just how everything would go down once we made it to my place. The anticipation was making me nauseous. And excited.

Once at the apartment, I didn’t wait for him to get out of his car before I headed straight inside and up two flights of stairs to my floor. With shaky hands, I threw my front door open and stepped to the side. Then, as soon as Warner crossed the threshold, I grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Up on my tiptoes, I watched from my periphery as the door swung shut and cloaked us in darkness.

With every ounce of confidence I had in myself, I pressed my lips to his and kissed the hell out of him.

The jerk
laughed
.

“What are you doing?” he whispered between his chuckling.

My lips were still pressing to his as I huffed. “This was the plan, right?”

He pushed back with gentle hands and slipped away from me to fumble around for a light switch. A click later left us bathed in the ugly yellow glow of the overhead kitchen light, making the situation all too real.

I was in my apartment.

With Warner Green.

To have sex.

“I need a drink. Do you need a drink?” My hands flailed about my face as I brushed by him to retrieve some tequila from the freezer.

He leaned on the bar that was facing my fridge and gave me a bemused look. “Nah. I’m straight. Thanks, though.”

I nodded and filled a shot glass, tossing it back without a chaser and winced as it burned my throat. Licking salt would have taken too much time, so I refilled the tumbler and took a second one faster than the first.

Warner whistled. “Wow. I’m just seeing a whole new side of you tonight.”

“Please. You keep acting like you know me.”

His expression turned to hurt for just a second before he recovered and scooted away from the bar to roam about my living room. A few feet into the small space and he stopped, leaning over my desk to survey the picture I had hanging there. His eyebrows shot up, and he turned around to face me as I leaned against the wall, letting the alcohol sink in.

“Is this the guy you picture when you’re writing?”

My eyes flicked to the cutout from the 
TRON
promotion that I had posted above my desk. With a nod, I told him, “Mm-hmm, Mr. Hedlund. He’s my Vlad.”

Warner’s eyes sparkled as he looked him up and down again. Wiping his hands down his face, he lowered them to shrug off his jacket and lean in to take a closer look at the picture. “Are you shitting me?”

I shuffled over to him, removing my zip-up hoodie and shifting my shoes off with my toes at the same time. I’m a multi-tasker. “Don’t you think he looks like he could be a pirate?”

“A butt pirate.” Warner was talking under his breath, but I still heard him.

“That’s rude. Don’t be jealous.” I laughed, feeling more at ease.

He snickered. “I’m not jealous that you’re picturing a man you’ll never meet in your entire life, while you write masturbatory fantasies about him.”
 

My mouth fell open.
 

“It’s the basic concept behind what you’re doing, you know. Who do you picture as your heroine?”

“Amanda Seyfried.”

“Liar.”

“Nuh-uh. She’s slim with big eyes and long blond hair . . .” My words trailed off as he stalked his way toward me and stopped when we were toe to toe. I tilted my head up to look at his face as he licked his lips and rolled his shoulders while pulling me toward him with his palms on my hips. I stepped into him and closed my eyes as he leaned forward, his lips hovering just above mine.

“You’re further off course than I thought.”

“Huh?” I asked stepping back from him as his hands dropped to his sides. “I thought you were going to screw my brains out so that I could ‘write authentic porn.’ ” My face scrunched up in disgust. “Did I get a mixed signal from you or something? Because I’m pretty sure you were about to hump me into a wall just a few short minutes ago, and now you’re acting all weird. You’re standing in my apartment like you want to say something else to me—”
 

My words were cut off as his mouth descended and crushed into mine, taking my breath away.

He tasted like cigarettes and mint, laced with hot desire.

Oh, there was the romance novelist in me again.

I felt my knees give way a little when his lips parted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, causing me to give off a sultry moan. My fingers found their way up around his neck as he stepped forward and I leaned back until he had me pressed against the apartment wall. Instinct made my knee bend and my calf wrap around his to pull him closer to me, but he resisted, instead using his hands to anchor my shoulders against the wall.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” His right hand descended over my breast and lower until it was resting between my thighs and his palm was pushing upward into the seam of my jeans. “You think I just wanted to come in here and fuck you senseless? Like that would be enough?”

My eyes were open but just a little as he shifted his palm in a circle and pressed into my womanhood from outside my jeans.