Roughing

Harper spreads her legs to give me a nice view of her pussy. The two of them had already started before I got here. Fuck me. I’m hard and annoyed with myself that Harper can provoke this response from me. She’s a cold, manipulative bitch who blackmails me into having sex with her, but I can’t deny that my dick likes her pussy. The rest of me can’t fucking stand her.

“We want to take turns sucking your cock, Bash. Then, I want you to fuck my friend and let me watch before you fuck me.”

Why does she have to say and do things that make it harder to throw her out? Stop thinking with your dick. I have to remind myself that Tori has a concussion and needs me. She’s the one I want to spend my weekend with—not Harper or her friend.

Harper gets up from the bed, her tits shaking as she stalks toward me. Trying not to think about how good she looks naked, I turn away from her as she runs her fingers up my arm. I suck in a deep breath, focusing on Tori. She’s the one that matters now. Too bad Harper is part of the equation. If I don’t fuck her, she’ll get mad and do something stupid. But at the same time, I don’t want to do anything that could affect what I have going with Tori.

Harper flicks her tongue over her lips, attempting to unbutton my jeans. I should stop her and tell her to leave my house. It takes a few seconds before I start thinking with the right head and clamp a hand over hers, holding her in place.

“What’s wrong, Bash?” She speaks so low her voice is almost a whisper. “Don’t be like this. We want to play with you.”

A game. That’s all this ever was to Harper. To me, our arrangement was and still is my fucking life. She never seemed to understand that.

“I’m not in the mood, Harper.”

She feels over my jeans with her other hand and smiles up at me. “Liar. You’re so fucking hard right now. Stop denying you want me.”

Peeling her hands from my body, I take a step back. My gaze falls over her tits for a split second before I get enough sense to walk away. Everything about her is dangerous. I wish I could avoid her. But she would make my life a living hell. She would also ruin Tori’s life. And I can’t have that happen. Tori deserves better.

“You were amazing last night,” the mystery girl on my bed says, as I turn my back to open the top drawer of my dresser. “It was such a good game.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, grabbing a handful of socks and boxers.

After I pick through the drawers and grab the essential items I need for the weekend, I stuff the clothes and toiletries into a small duffel bag and sling it over my shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Harper curls her fingers around my bicep as I step into the bathroom I share with Clay.

“I have things to do.”

“Yeah, you have Ella and me to do. Don’t even think about leaving before you fuck us. You bailed on me last night for your charity case. I am losing my patience with you, Bash.”

“Tori is not my charity case,” I spit back. “You’re losing your patience with me? You have been driving me fucking crazy for months. Maybe if you weren’t conning me into having sex with you, I’d enjoy it more.”

She chuckles, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “That’s not what you said a few days ago when you were licking my pussy.” Dragging her nails down my arms, she whines. “Just give me what I want, and then you can go. I’m wet and horny. We’ve been waiting here for you for at least an hour.”

Cupping her shoulders with both hands, I force her to look up at me. “Not now, Harper. Will you just listen to me for once? I have to leave.”

How long can I hold her off without this coming back to bite me in the ass? Everything with Harper has strings attached. When she had discovered my secret, Harper presented the offer of sex. I was pissed at first, but once I warmed up to the idea of having guaranteed pussy whenever I wanted it, I didn’t think it was such a bad deal. Until I found out it wasn’t just sex on occasion.

Harper is insatiable. I think she has a sex addiction. And she gets jealous of every girl I talk to that she doesn’t invite into bed with us. She hates Tori because she knows I’d never share her. A girl like Tori is special, not someone you pass around to your friends.

Harper clenches her teeth, giving me her best angry scowl. I don’t care. As always, she’s in the way of my plans.

“You will pay for this, Bash,” she chokes out.

“I’m sure I will.” I shrug, nonchalant. “But right now I don’t give a fuck.”

I exit the bathroom, ignoring the girl on my bed, and open the door, about to leave when Harper grabs my arm. “Please, Bash. Don’t leave us. Stay for an hour, and then you can go.”

“Rain check,” I tell her, spinning around to look her in the eyes. Reaching up to stroke her cheek with my fingers, I say, “I can’t this weekend. Just listen to what I’m telling you. I’ll make it up to you later. Okay?”

One touch is all it takes to shut her down. It works every time. And it was all for show. I fucking hate her ass so much that touching her anymore makes me want to vomit. Most guys would kill for the chance to have a threesome with Harper, and I’ve had plenty of them, but I can’t do this with her anymore.

The anger fades from her face, and her features soften. “Okay. But I will hold you to it. A promise is a promise, and I plan to collect.”

“I’m sure you do,” I say, laughing, “but I have to go. Why don’t you play with your friend? Let her keep you company until I get back.”

She smiles. “I’ll