Rooftop (Chloe PoV)*

Jake was a badass. I don’t know how he kept his cool like he did, but it was so fucking awesome to watch him take everything life threw at him with stoic fortitude that I could only be envious of. At first, I thought he was a bit of a psychopath. A lot of people in the school did. I heard the rumors. Probably why he was always alone.

It didn’t help that the first time we met, he had watched me with Adam. He thought he was being stealthy, but he was being obvious about it. Made the whole thing incredibly awkward. I mean, I’ve had people watch me fuck plenty of times so that didn’t bother me. I didn’t much care what people were into so long as they paid me for it. It was the way he did it that got under my skin. Wish he jacked off to it like other guys did. Not him. I don’t think he even popped a boner.

That was a bit insulting, honestly. I might not have been on the tippy-top shelf like some of these fakers here because I didn’t have unlimited money and a plastic surgeon on speed-dial, but I was top-shelf material. All-natural too.

Talking with Jake these past several days was something else though. People called him a robot, and I’ll admit it was really hard to get a read on him, but I don’t think he was a psychopath—at least not the type that would slit your throat, cut up your body, and flush it sort of psycho. He did care, even if he didn’t make a thing about showing it. It was the little things. The way he was always listening. The way he always seemed to know what I was feeling. Jake might not have the best communication skills, but he had a big heart and was careful with his words—what few he offered. The fact that he was treating me like a human being and not looking at me like… everyone else.

It helped that he was hot too.

As much as I hated to admit, he wasn’t up there on Adam’s level. Not many guys were. Shame that Adam was an evil bastard. Still, I could look at Jake all day and not get enough. Those intense eyes of his were a highlight. Took a bit to get used to how he held eye contact a bit too long, but I didn’t mind staring into those beautiful pale blues of his.

That boyish face of his helped make him less intimidating. I didn’t normally go for the pretty boy type, but it worked for him. I think it was because his stoic demeanor balanced out his more effeminate features.

The key was the way he looked when I finally got a smile out of him. He was a bit on the scrawny side, but he was tall enough that I didn’t mind it. I felt it added to his charm. If he was buff on top of it all, his stoic nature and intense gaze would have come off as too intimidating. Still, the small details didn’t matter so much. Jake was damn good-looking in my book and that’s all that mattered.

Again, that rare smile. Swoon.

We’d hit it off too. I think. Pretty sure things were going well. We exchanged numbers and texted a bit. Didn’t want to seem too **** for conversation despite him being the only social interaction I’d had this year besides the constant booty calls. This research project was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’d dreaded it at first. After all, my first impression of Jake wasn’t too great despite his looks. It had been a blessing in disguise. I hadn’t realized how much I craved actual human communication. Talking to someone and having them see you as something more than a piece of meat to use and discard.

This week had been fantastic. Joining him for lunch on the roof was the best thing I’d ever done. I’d been a bit nervous thinking he’d shoo me away, but he welcomed me. Watching him enjoy my food made me feel good. Made me wish I could cook too instead of throwing a sandwich together.

“Chloe. Are you free this weekend?”

My heart stopped at the words. Was he seriously—

“There is a—”

He stopped suddenly, looking back at the door. No. Look at me! Finish what you were going to say, dammit!

The door opened and I felt my stomach drop as Tyler strolled onto the roof without a care in the world.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all the times.

“There you are,” he said, locking eyes with me. No matter how I mentally pushed the, ‘get the fuck away’ towards him, he was clueless to my pleas.

Standing in front of Jake, he looked down at him. “Shit. Someone in front of me? Just finished or starting?”

The word stabbed through me, breaking this fairytale lie I’d been pretending. Right. No matter how I wished it was different, there was no escaping the truth that I was a whore. An expensive whore, but a whore nonetheless.

I needed to take control of the situation and get Tyler out of here.

“Jake isn’t—”

“Four hundred.” It was like a slap to the face. He was offering a hundred over the usual amount. I hated it. I hated myself because of how my first reaction was to accept.

“Not right now, Tyler.”

“Five hundred.”

Damnit. Of all the times…

“This isn’t about cost.”

“Bullshit. Look, I’m fine with going second so long as we get this going.” He looked over to Jake and I felt sick at the words that came out of his mouth. “I’ll pay for your turn if you let me go first.”

That was it. No way was I going to let this asshole trample over the one meaningful relationship I’d managed to start.

“Not telling you again,” I said as I stood. “Fuck off.”

Jake stood up and my eyes widened. No, no, no.

“It’s fine.”

No! It wasn’t fine.

“Jake,” I managed, reaching out to grasp his sleeve. I silently pleaded with him. He was good at reading people. Surely he knew—

The smile made my heart flutter. He patted my hand before stepping away, sleeve pulling from between my fingers.

It hit me all at once. Of course he would leave. What the hell was I thinking? That a nice guy like him would actually care about a whore like me? Once that thought hit me, it was like a flood. In the end, I didn’t deserve it anyway. He certainly deserved better than a used woman like me. The only reason he was talking to me in the first place was because we had a project together. Without that… Once that was done…

Fuck, Chloe. Get a god damn hold of yourself. I had a job to do.

Schooling my face, I looked over at Tyler. “You said five hundred.”

I didn’t look at Jake. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to see his face when he saw me for what I was. A whore who sold her body to whoever had the money to pay.

He pulled out a sickening amount of cash. How the fuck did these pricks have so much fucking money? It pissed me off. I wouldn’t give any of them the time of day if it wasn’t for their fat wallets.

Life wasn’t fair.

Snatching the offered money, I tucked it down the front of my uniform. “We only have ten minutes left in the period. If you make me late for my next class, I’m charging an extra hundred.”

“Yes, yes,” he said as he began undoing his pants. His enthusiasm surprised me. He was acting like an overenthusiastic virgin looking to get his dick wet. That wasn’t the Tyler I knew.

As he fiddled for his dick, I looked over at Jake and found him watching.

No way. Even if he’d already seen me with Adam, I was not going to let him watch this. Not him. Please. Please leave. This was the one side of me I never wanted him to see. Even if he knew, I didn’t want him to see it.

“I’ll see you at the library later?”

I nodded, looking away. To my relief, he turned and walked towards the door.

Turning, I leaned forward, sticking my ass out.

“No, no,” he said quickly. “Let me sit here. I want you to ride me.”

He didn’t wait for my response, plopping on the bench where I’d been sitting before he went and ruined everything. His dick was already out and decently hard. Something about this whole thing was setting off warning bells. I’d been with Tyler a few times, but he was never like this before.

“Condom?”

“Can’t we just do it—”

“No. Condom or I’m walking.”

He grunted in frustration. Fumbling around, he came prepared as he pulled a condom from his pants. I said nothing, watching with crossed arms as he opened it and rolled it over his dick.

Blowing at a strand of hair that crossed my face, I moved over to stand in front of him. Reaching under my skirt, I wiggled out of my panties. Normally, five hundred got the guy a lot of perks. Today, I wasn’t in the mood. Placing them on the bench where Jake had been sitting, I straddled him. Lust-filled eyes met mine as my hand reached down to wrap around his hard dick as I guided it to my entrance.

Time to get this over with.

Closing my eyes, I felt him enter me. My body reacted instantly to his presence inside me. Foreplay didn’t matter as my body ignored the heart and mind. I was as wet as ever as I began moving up and down on his hard dick.

Furrowed brow, I kept my eyes closed as I focused on the anger and kept a hold of it. I was pissed. That Tyler had interrupted Jake. That Jake had ignored my pleas to stay. That I had accepted Tyler’s offer. That someone was once more paying to use me.

The thing that enraged me most?

That I was fucking enjoying it.

“God your pussy is amazing,” Tyler huffed. I groaned. The last thing I wanted was to hear him talk. “If my girlfriend was half as good as this—”

“Shut it,” I growled.

“Don’t be like that,” he said with a laugh. I opened my eyes to find him giving me a smug look. “I know you like it.”

I hated he was right. My body was in full rebellion. It didn’t give a shit about what I wanted or how I felt. It didn’t care about whose dick was inside me, only that one was there. It rewarded me for it. Each time I dropped down on him was a drop of pure euphoria. Each time that amazing dick filled me was a brush with Heaven itself. It didn’t matter if it was Tyler, Adam, or any other guy. I just needed their dick. I need them to fill me with it. Over and over.

I needed it. Craved it. The harder they fucked me, the greater the euphoria. It built and built. It was a giant feedback loop. Tyler wasn't getting the full amount I was, but he got enough. The better he made me feel, the better he felt in the process. With the right person, that led to some phenomenal sex.

Tossing my head back, I was barely aware of my moans. Tyler was a distant voice, enjoying the same sensations I was. All thoughts fell away as the euphoria took over. I cared about nothing but the blinding pleasure within me. Around me. Tyler was no longer fucking me, but me him. I was desperately humping myself against him.

More. I needed more. So much more. Endless pleasure awaited. I didn't even know what I was so angry about as I let the anger go. Why I even cared about anything besides driving towards my Gift. Tyler’s dick was amazing. Dick was amazing.

More.

More.

I was so close. A little more.

My orgasm blasted me apart like a supernova of pure euphoria.

Oh.

God.

Yes.

When my senses returned, I found myself clutching Tyler tightly. Breathing deep, I smelled the overpowering musk of his cologne. He always did wear too much. My mouth hurt from the smile that wouldn't go away.

Neither of us moved immediately as we came down from the euphoric high I’d taken us to.

Dismounting, my legs quivered as I stood and I nearly collapsed.

“That was…” he gasped, still lounging on the bench.

“Amazing,” we said at the same time.

I shook my head, my mind still returning. What the hell was I saying? Grabbing my panties, I quickly pulled them on and checked the time.

Fuck.

The period started five minutes ago.

He hadn’t moved from his spot, still enjoying the blissful euphoria. His dick was still out, softening inside the filled condom. I fought against my initial reaction of getting him hard again and hopping back on that wonderful—

Anger. I dug at my emotions to find it in the lingering bliss in my mind. Finding it, I held tight, letting it burn away the desire and lust that lingered. Without a word, I dug into his jacket and removed the wad of cash he kept there. Jesus. The asshat must have had five grand rolled up. Probably nothing to a rich prick like him.

Prick. My eyes went back to his dick and lingered. I could pull off the condom and give him a handjob until—

Shaking my head, I pulled a hundred from the roll and stuffed it back into his jacket.

“Taking this,” I said as I smoothed out my skirt. I made sure there was nothing obvious there as I triple-checked to make sure there wasn’t any evidence of what transpired. Not that it mattered. The whole school knew who I was and what I did.

Spinning on my heels, I headed to the door as I took the cash out from my bra and counted. Six hundred for fifteen minutes of work. It was fantastic money, but the hate and loathing that came with it made it hard to live with myself.

Sitting down on the stairs, I looked at the money in hand. Five hundred. That’s what I’d sold myself for. What Jake had seen me take. At least he didn’t see me lose myself in the process. As if that made this any better.

The cosmic joke in all this is I would do it again in a heartbeat. Even now, I craved it. I fought against my body’s desire to go up and have my way with that glorious dick. Or someone else’s. Didn’t matter if it was Tyler’s or some random stranger. I just wanted a dick in me.

I thought of Jake's dick before the guilt and regret pushed against the euphoria that held me up.

Burying my head in my hands, I wanted to cry but no tears came. It was impossible. How could you shed tears of pain and regret when you were so fucking happy?

I hated my Gift almost as much as I hated myself.