Chase's POV
I was hard as a rock when I left Emma's room.
I had never walked out on a temptation that hard before. I've had sex with almost all the girls, a statistic I used to be only too proud of until recently, strangely.
I idled a bit in the lobby, waiting for my erection to go down. As soon as it started to wane, I straightened out and took the elevator downstairs.
The elevator opened to Mr Rudd and Jessica kissing.
I looked away, waiting for them to step out, which they did, embarrassingly.
I wasn't supposed to be annoyed at seeing Jessica with Mr Rudd, but somehow, I was.
I got to the receptionist, and apparently the young lady who kept staring and smiling at me had ended her shift and was replaced by a man, who gruffly said there were no more rooms, muttering something about high schoolers and being used to having things their way.
I took off my ID and headed straight for the bar.
It was cup after cup, then bottle after bottle, I mourned everything I lost and stood to lose, my Mom, Emaa, Jessica, everyone, literally.
Life was getting less beautiful for me.
I was dead drunk by the time the bar was closing, and I was supposed to be on a curfew which started about two hours ago.
It was midnight and I had no spare reservations, so I just went back to Jessica's and mine.
Grateful I left with my keys, I turned the lock to see Jessica pleasuring herself and moaning loudly.
"Mr Rudd is a two minute guy, huh?" I asked her playfully.
I was stupid drunk and said anything that came to my head.
"He's none of your business, that's what he is." She replied.
"Well, not when you're here ramming everything that can fit in, into yourself." I teased her.
"That's because no one around here is man enough." She replied.
"Or maybe you're a fucking horse, who's fucking insatiable." I replied to her.
"Or maybe all the guys here are fucking dwits." She shot back.
"I'll make you eat that." I shouted at her, flinging all my clothes in different directions.
I grabbed Jassicas neck and stood her up.
Her dildo fell to my legs. I kicked the exaggerated thing away and broke it, gaining pleasure from doing so.
Jessica was submissive just as I knew she would be.
She was already turning red in her face, not just from the sex, or in anticipation of what I was about to do to her, but from my choke hold, so I freed her.
Jessica was panting like a dog at that point.
In one swirl, I had her back towards me and bent her over.
With her hands on the chair, it was only too easy to slide into her.
Jessica was wet and ready. Her insides were as wet and warm as I had always known them to be.
Her fingers gripped the bedclothes tight as I crammed her mercilessly, with all the anger and frustration in me.
The more I kept thinking about it all, the harder and rougher I was on her, the more she liked it.
Jessica's moans would've gone up to the sky if there were not soundproof installations.
She was enjoying every bit of it.
I was soon getting soft, but Jessica wasn't anywhere near done.
She turned and put me on the bed with such strength I never knew she had until sex.
She parted my legs open with her hands and stuck her face right in the middle. With Jessica, it was business straight, no fooling around, no foreplay.
Her warm mouth went straight down to my penis.
She sucked it in, deep. The first time we did it, I kept checking to make sure she was alright.
She took in the whole length of me, the only girl I've been with who could ever do that actually.
Her head kept going front and back, back and forth, and in no time I was cumming in her mouth.
Normally, Jessica would swallow no man's nuts, but the Jessica I had that night drank me up in my full essence.
She kept at it, I feared I had been up for too long. She sucked out everything that could be,
By the time she was done, her lips looked puffer, her whole face in fact.
But things had changed, I was quite off the high and had started to think about how Emma was going to take it.
I pushed Jessica off and wore my clothes back.
"It's her in your head, huh?" She asked me.
My head had begun to ache badly, I can't say I didn't see it coming.
"How was that?" I asked her.
"Perfect, Mon amor." She replied. Jessica wasn't ever too good at French, she just knew buts for when she worked with French clients.
"Goodnight." I said and did the walk of shame to my room.
I knew I wouldn't be able to face myself the next day, and not just me, Emma. And even Jessica.
But I'd need to recognise myself to be able to confront myself, so instead of thinking about it, I slept.
I slept so hard I woke up with a headache.
I hadn't experienced something like that in forever.
The smell of Jessica's perfume whizzed into my room and I knew I was running bloody late.
I took a cold bath, during which I threw up twice, wore my beach outfit which was supposed to be for the next day, and wore some sunshade to hide my dark circles.
Like the universe couldn't joke with me enough, Emma and Jessica occupied two seats, the only free seat being in between them.
Hopeful that nothing goes awry, I crashed between them, ready to take a little nap before our adventure started.
"You were beautiful last night. Thank you." Jessica said in my ear.
Thankfully, Emma had her headphones on. I snubbed Jessica, and concentrated on resting my eyes.
"I could not even pay for that kinda service if I wanted to. You were so…" She continued.
"Jessica, shut up." I shouted at her.
Everyone on the bus looked at us for a brief moment before getting back to minding their own business.
Thankfully, Emma still had her headphones on.