Chapter 17

I don't even checkthe time when I wake up wrapped in my boyfriend's arms. It's got to be well into the afternoon, and he's still snoozing, his eyelashes fluttering with each deep breath. He's so fucking gorgeous, it's ridiculous.

He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans when I got back from the East End – all set to leave the apartment if he needed to come out and get me. Not only that, but he was prepared to spoil me after my endeavours, cooking me an early morning fry up while I recounted my wild proposal.

I'm sure the sex worker scenario between us will never fail to astound me.

Most boyfriends wouldn't sit and eat egg and bacon with their girlfriend at the breakfast bar, chatting away about how she just hid in a fake abductor's house for the evening, and got ploughed by his dick while she begged for it. They wouldn't laugh at the suggestion that he gets some steel-toed boots to re-enact a scene of the abductor grinding their dirty heel against his girlfriend's pussy until she came.

He wouldn't admire the view the abductor had left behind, then help his girlfriend wash herself clean in a steaming hot shower with a well done, baby. He wouldn't tend her bramble lashed wounds with cream, and smile at her like she was a holy goddess all the way through.

Josh didn't treat me like a goddess when we got into bed after, though.

He wanted to hear about it again. Every. Sordid. Detail. And then he fucked me like a demon himself, pinning me down a lot harder than User 706 had as he took his place in my asshole.

I'm still admiring Josh's sexy long eyelashes when his eyes open and focus on mine. He smiles and squeezes me tighter.

"Morning, baby. How are the bramble scratches?"

"I haven't even thought about them," I tell him. "I was too busy thinking about you."

"Well, let's check them out. I want to make sure I patched you up well enough."

I adore the care in his expression as he pulls back the covers and looks over my wounds. They are barely anything now, just some scratches, but Josh gives me such attention, determined to make sure I'm ok.

"Did I pass the medical?" I ask when he pulls me back into his arms.

"We'll keep you under observation." He slides his hand between my legs. "And I'll be doing further investigations concerning any additional injuries that may have occurred."

I grin. "I added the steel toed boots to my shopping basket last night. Just need to know what size."

He grins right back. "No need. I already ordered them."

"You did?"

He laughs. "Of course. Who would turn that opportunity down?"

"Um, probably most of the population."

"Nah, I think you'd be surprised."

I brush a thumb across his cheek. "We should do an online survey."

"Or a door-to-door one around the towers. Excuse me, madam, would you take a boot in the cunt?"

We're giggling like a pair of teenagers in love for the first time. He seems calm, relaxed. Happy. Just like I am. Like there's nothing to be scared of – no demons of the past lurking under the surface, out to get us. But is that truly the case? I look him right in his stunning green eyes, wondering if he's been thinking about my session last night. It's been so easy to enjoy the fun with me, but is he really feeling ok under the surface? Are the wounds of Amy truly healed and gone now that I'm by his side?

Does he trust me?

I hope so, because I trust him. I may have been curled up in a ball sobbing, damaged to hell at Connor's betrayal just a few months ago, but there's something different about Josh. He could live a life of arrogance if he wanted to, the centre piece of so many women's worlds, but he's anything but a stuck-up asshole. He's the very opposite.

He's selfless. Loyal. Down to earth under the fantasy figure of Weston.

It would be so easy to whisper the fatal three words right now, just like that.

I love you.

They're right there on my tongue, but it's too much, too soon. A voice tuts inside my head, telling me I'm crazy for feeling like this, but I can't help it. It's not about how hot Josh is, or how insanely skilled he is in bed, or how well he can cook me breakfast in the morning.

It's about the shared glances between us, and his gorgeous laugh, and his quirky expressions. The easiness between us, and the stream of chatter that flows like a river, with no inhibitions or awkward silences.

Jeez, I sound like I'm living in a romance novel. Instalove at its finest. But is this instalove, really? We've been talking for months on messenger, and have been glued at the hip since the restaurant. Every single part of it has felt so right, just like being here does. Being with him is so right, it's insane. I get a glow. Then one of those rushes of butterflies. And my mind is churning, churning, churning. Churning through life, and Josh, with butterflies.

He strokes my hair, giving me a half smile as he stares right back at me.

"What are you thinking about?" he says.

"What do you mean?"

"I can see when your brain is whirring. You chew on the inside of your lip, just a touch, like this."

He shows me and I laugh out loud, because it's so subtle that nobody has ever noticed that before, apart from Mum and Dad. Oh, and Connor, of course. Jackass came to know it over time, but not at the beginning.

"Come on," he says. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just stuff."

God, I could cringe, but he pulls me closer.

"How about I take a guess?" he says, then nips at my ear. "I guess you're thinking about how fucking amazing life is right now, being in bed, cuddled up like a pair of loved up, lovebirds."

I giggle. "Maybe."

"I guess you're thinking about how crazy it is to feel like this, so fast it's insane. And wondering if this can be as real as it seems, because that would be off the charts incredible."

I go quiet at that, my heart racing as he kisses my cheek. He's got me nailed.

"You know how I know that?" he asks.

"Um, because I'm as easy to read as a book, and I do the lip chewing thing?"

He smirks. "No. It's because I'm thinking exactly the same things. And you know the answer I'm coming to?"

"Enlighten me."

"I'm pretty certain it's real."

Oh, how my heart is pounding. "Pretty certain?"

He tips his head from side to side, not in the least bit self-conscious.

"I'd say certain certain, actually." He looks right back at me. "Last night, when I was pacing around this place, waiting to hear from you, I figured I'd be worked up, getting all paranoid about the Amy bullshit. But you know what? I was fine. My only concern was that you were safe and having fun. That amount of trust feels surreal after being fucked over so bad, but I'm calling it intuition. I'm gonna trust my gut on this one."

"And what does your gut say?"

"My gut says this is the real deal, Ells."

I feel something then. Not just the usual butterflies fluttering around my stomach, but it's my heart. Like I can really feel it in my heart, like a blooming flower…

"What?" he says, frowning.

And now I'm blushing.

"I was just having a listen to my gut," I tell him.

"And?"

"My gut said tit for tat."

"It did?"

I reply with my lips, kissing him with a fervour, my spiralling butterflies craving release. I need him against me. I need him inside me. I love the way he nips at my neck as he rolls on top, taking control.

"It won't make any difference who you fuck every night," he says. "Just as long as you come home to me. Your body can have as much fun as it wants, with whichever clients you choose, just as long as I'm the one your heart belongs to."

"You don't need to worry about that," I tell him as he shunts my legs apart. "My heart doesn't stray. Ever. Just so long as it's the same in return."

"That's a certainty."

I smile. "Tit for tat?"

"Yeah, tit for fucking tat."

I spread myself for him, desperate all over again, even though I'm still bruised as fuck.

"You sure about this?" he asks as he lines his cock up. "You must still be feeling it from last night."

Yeah, I am still feeling it from last night, but I don't care. I'm practically drooling as I reply. "Who could say no to a slammer from the beast?" I tease my pussy against his cock head.

"Is that what I am, a beast?" he asks, nudging my clit.

"Beast, Adonis, King of the hardcorers, yeah, that's what you are."

"Right, then. I'd better live up to it."

He inches inside me, slowly, each barbell making me wince. It's beautiful.

I hook my legs up around his, urging him on.

"Is this slammer number one of your five a day?" I joke, remembering him telling me he comes at least five times every day. "Your body must think you're impregnating a whole damn tribe."

"A big tribe, given how fast my balls fill up. I've given myself a lot of training."

I think of all the people he must fuck week to week. How many people get his cum inside them. How many people taste his lips on theirs.

I get a lurch in my stomach. Intrigue. Fascination.

"Best get yourself emptied then," I tell him, clenching around his girth.

"I'll try not to slam you too hard," he says, angling his dick in just the right spot and giving it a little nudge back and forth.

"That's nice," I tell him.

He goes a little deeper, a little faster, making me moan.

"Just warming you up," he says.

"I'm already plenty warmed up," I tell him, "give me your best slammer. I need one."

"You sure?"

Am I sure? I wouldn't care if he ripped me to pieces, the love I'm feeling right now is just… amazing. Yeah, amazing works well. I almost giggle.

"Ells?"

I grin like an idiot. "Yeah, I've never been so sure in my life."

His hands move to my tits, squeezing, pressing, kneading, and I'm soon moaning as he picks up the pace, those barbells working their magic.

"My God that feels like heaven," I tell him, my clit sparking with every grunted thrust.

"So does your sweet cunt," he says and then he does it – squeezes my tits hard and slams me. Slam after slam and his huge bed is rocking and he's relentless, pounding the fucking life out of me. I'm crying out loud, floating as my orgasm explodes and those butterflies come spiralling through me, Josh's fierce green eyes on me as he comes, slamming me hard with every thrust until he's done.

I'm throbbing, buzzing all over, panting through the come down, his cum pooling between my legs as he cuddles into my side.

"Shame I've got work," he says. "I'd stay here in bed with you for three days straight otherwise."

Three days! Ha!

"Would you tie me up, use me at your whim?"

"Hmm, sounds kinky."

"I'd like that," I tell him, still panting for breath. "Not sure I could handle five slammers in a day though."

He laughs. "Lucky for you I have to work, then. You said you wanted tit for tat on that score, remember? Did you mean it? Do you want a taste of the proposal when I get home?"

I get another pussy flutter remembering the proposal he's got tonight – two older guys at once. No doubt about it. I want it all.

"Yes."

"You sure?" He looks so hot and devilish. "They're only five minutes away by cab, so I can be straight back here, fresh from the action. Gaping and dripping cum." His eyes are fierce, and he works his cock again, already hard. "I can keep myself as dirty for you as you like. Just say the word, and I won't even wipe my ass, how about that? I'll keep my dick filthy, so you can see the full glory of playtime, and then you can take it. You can have my clients' leftovers, like a kinky little bitch."

I start working my slick wet clit again, because I can't help it. His words are so fucking hot, even though most people would be retching at the thought. I want his client's leftovers. I want to see the state of him, and I want to play in the filthy remains they've left behind.

Tit for tat. Always.

"Don't even think of wiping yourself," I moan. "I want to see it all for myself."

"That's good to know." He pauses. "So, tell me. Have you ever played deep in someone's ass? I don't mean fingers, or a puny little dildo. I mean deep and gaping."

I shake my head. "No, but I want to try it."

With that, he's straight back on top of me. He hoists my legs, pressing them high against my chest, spread open wide. My pussy is still dripping with his cum and he collects it on his fingers, rubbing it around my ass.

He looks at my asshole like it's a precious jewel.

"You don't know what it feels like to have a fist in your ass yet, baby, but you will. You want to be a hardcorer, you have to take what you're offered. Double anal comes to be a must on the tick list. Two hard dicks battling inside, fighting for every bit of friction. And as for fisting, there are so many heights to be scaled. Your ass will always fight the action, straining to take the stretch past the knuckles, but once it's all the way in, it's free territory. It can go so deep… so, so fucking deep."

I moan and squirm at the thought as he pushes three fingers inside. It feels even dirtier than normal, since I haven't even used the bathroom yet… but that just makes it hotter.

"Keep talking," I say. "I want to know. What have you taken, Josh? Tell me."

"Oh, baby, the things I've seen and done, given and taken. When fisting gets nice and rough it can turn to punch fucking. Know what that is?"

I nod. "Yes. I've seen videos."

"Videos are nothing. The sound… the scent… how fucking sick and hot it feels as they use you so deep it hurts."

"And that's what they're going to do to you? Tonight?"

"Yeah. That's what they're going to do to me tonight, for the final act of the evening. But you know what they like first? Me sharing their asses, dick to dick, one of them after the other. Both of them getting a piece of it. Sometimes they get me to plough one of their asses while the other stretches me open from behind. Full on fist action. Every thrust sends their hand deeper inside, but fuck how I pay them back for it. How about that for tit for tat?"

"You like that?"

"I love that. I love every dirty fucking thing there is to do."

He smiles as he swaps his fingers for the head of his cock, and I close my eyes at the sensation. Fuck, how his piercings snagged me savage just a few short minutes ago, but I want it all over again.

I hold my ass cheeks open, inviting him.

"No lube," I say. "Just fuck me."

He smirks. "Ah, you like it, don't you? You like the thought of a dirty hand buried deep in your filthy fucking ass, and that's a good thing, because you know what? It's going to be mine. I'm going to be the one to stretch your ass open first, Ella. I'll get you ready to tick that box on the naughty list, but you've got a long way to go yet, baby. One hell of a way to go. You can barely take my cock yet, let alone a punch fucking."

I cry out as he edges his dick in, still so fucking raw.

"Need lube?" he asks, but I grit my teeth and shake my head.

"I don't want lube. I want to feel the burn. Feel the pain."

"You'll be feeling it. Don't worry."

I play with my clit as he buries deep, one piercing at a time, and then I clench around him, fuck it. I want practice. I want to take what he can take. I want to be a hardcorer.

I am a hardcorer!

I've got a pair of guys lined up for my next proposal, and I know they'll see an additional tick box if I update my profile. If I click the box to accept double anal, they'll update their offer, and I'll be richer, and a whole lot dirtier for the pleasure.

I'm sure the man inside me can help me prepare for it…

"Stretch me," I say to him. "Give me more. Teach me."

"You're already straining."

"Give me more, Josh, please. I want to take it."

"Alright, then. Let's get practicing."

I gulp as he pulls his cock right out, rubbing my clit faster as he lines up his fingers. Fuck, I hope I'm ready for this. He slides three of them in my ass first, and levers his dick against them. I nearly break and tell him to stop, because it hurts so fucking much, but I hold it back, strumming my clit on a mission.

"Good girl," he says, and I feel the first piercing pop inside me. So much extra fucking girth and pressure alongside his fingers. "That's it," he says. "You can take it. Relax now, and give your ass to me, because you know what? This is gentle. A lot of clients don't want to be gentle, Ella. They want you to scream and cry as you take what you're given."

I look into his eyes and right now I see Weston, the hardcorer, staring back at me, no nice guy Josh in sight. This is the guy clients pay big bucks for. This is the filthy, dirty, gorgeous fucking freak at the top of the leaderboard.

"I'll scream and cry for them," I tell him as Holly comes to the fore. "I'll take what I'm given, and I'll fucking love it. Just like I'll love seeing your dirty ass later. I hope it lives up to what you promised. I hope your dick is as dirty as you say it'll be, because I'll be seriously disappointed if it's not."

My words are turning him on. His hips work faster, and the affection in his gaze is all gone. He's an animal here. A dirty bastard who loves filth, and I'm a slut who wants it.

"Come on, then," he says. "Bury three fingers in your cunt, right now. Double stretch. Take it like a bitch and get yourself off while you do it."

It's so hard to push three fingers in my pussy when my ass is so full. I'm trying to hook them in, but Josh doesn't give me any leeway to play around. He takes hold of my hand and forces them in for me, and holy shit, how I groan. I feel his piercings against my knuckles through the wall of my pussy, and part of me is screaming inside, wondering what the fuck I'm doing pushing myself so far so soon, but the other part is feeling the drive, the need as I work my fingers in and out, doing what he tells me.

He's so composed as I flail in contrast, trying to get the spot right. He doesn't break a sweat, just stares me straight in the eyes, his dick slamming deep in a thump of a rhythm. And then I find the angle. I manage to curve my fingers.

"Fuck," I groan. "Oh fuck, Josh."

"Harder," he says. "Faster. Come for me."

His words spur me on, and I'm a demon of a whore, giving myself up to the god of hardcore.

The God I'm in love with.

I come for him without holding back, my dirty voice telling him what a filthy slut I am, and how I want him to fucking use me. USE ME. Every fucking day, just USE ME.

What a mix of sweetness and sin. The cute Ella and the perfect gentlemanly Joshua well and truly buried under the mix of Holly and Weston.

It's pure fucking perfection.

I'm shocked at the wetness that shoots from my pussy as I come for him. It sprays around my fingers like a blocked-up hose as I grind my G-spot – Josh's fingers and cock still using my stretched asshole without mercy.

Josh only encourages me to keep on going.

Push down, Ella, that's it. Squirt for me. Let it fucking flow.

I do what I'm told, pushing down and letting it all gush free, until I'm soaking his hand and his thrusting cock and the sheets underneath us. I'm crying out loud, my ears ringing as I lose control.

And so does Josh.

He comes inside my ass with a roar, buried deep as he unloads, and his eyes are fixed on the sopping wet mess between my legs while he does it.

I thought I'd be embarrassed, but I'm not. I'm weirdly proud of myself.

Seems he is, too. I see it in his grin as he smears the wetness between my thighs.

"That's so fucking hot. I didn't know you were a squirter."

"Yeah. Well, neither did I."

"What a quick learner."

"I'll put it down to a great teacher."

I cuss and curse as he pulls out of me, my senses returning as I register just how fucking painful that was, but I'm grinning along with him.

Pride is such a beautiful feeling, and so is being wrapped in Josh's arms as he holds me tight. He lands a soft kiss on my forehead, then rubs his nose against mine.

I relax against him, enjoying the closeness, but I'm smirking at the thought of the filthy fire inside him. At this rate, being fucked by a hardcorer like him, I'll be topping the charts in no time.

I rub my nose on his in return, and drop a soft kiss on his gorgeous lips.

I love you… you gorgeous beast.