Sex Material

  SEX MATERIAL

  Copyright © 2018 Victoria Ashley

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Cover design by Dana Leah/Designs by Dana

  Cover Photography: Wander Aguiar Photography

  Model: Kaz Van Der Waard

  Edited by Charisse Spiers

  Formatting by N. E. Henderson

  Contents

  1. Jensen

  2. Cami

  3. Jensen

  4. Cami

  5. Jensen

  6. Cami

  7. Jensen

  8. Cami

  9. Jensen

  10. Cami

  11. Jensen

  12. Cami

  13. Jensen

  14. Cami

  15. Jensen

  16. Cami

  17. Jensen

  18. Jensen

  19. Cami

  20. Cami

  21. Jensen

  22. Cami

  23. Jensen

  24. Cami

  25. Jensen

  26. Cami

  27. Cami

  Epilogue

  Books By Victoria Ashley

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  AS IF THIS DAY HASN’T been shit already, I’ve spent the last hour on my crew’s ass fighting to keep them motivated enough to get through the last job of the day.

  They have no idea how thin my patience is wearing listening to their bitching and moaning every damn second of the day. It can only spread so far before it runs out, and it’s almost to that fucking point.

  My entire body is covered in sweat, making it hard to see what I’m doing without reaching up and wiping the beads with my arm on my forehead every few minutes. But I push through it, because it takes sacrifices to be successful in life.

  It’s entirely too fucking hot out here, and we all know heat leads to irritation and exhaustion, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting my crew stop until this roof is done. I put my top guys on this job, expecting their best performance, and so far today they haven’t been giving me that.

  What they need to understand is that I meet every deadline I set with my clients, and that’s the reason Blake’s Construction is as successful as it is. People want to hire an honest and reliable company to get the job done, and I deliver one hundred percent of the time. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let one of my men fuck my reputation up for me.

  “Can’t we call it a day and finish at sunrise? We have an hour, maybe two of work left, boss. I’m baking out here, and I’m pretty sure I’m a few degrees away from heatstroke. I can barely think with the pounding in my head.”

  “You’re not the only one. But like I said twenty goddamn minutes ago, no one leaves until the work is done,” I say gruffly, looking up at Jason towering over me. His six-foot-three giant ass made sure what tiny thread of patience I had left snapped. I’m just as ready to drop from the heat as they are, and truth be told, as the owner, I don’t even have to be on this roof. I could’ve sent any one of my other guys to help finish this job, but as the owner of a company, I feel like you should put just as much, or more, hard work into a job as you expect your employees to. It’s my business that will sink or swim, not theirs.

  “It’s hot as shit—”

  “You’ll survive. If you can’t, then I’ll find someone who can. Do I need to pull out the list of assholes hounding my ass for an opportunity?” I drop my nail gun and stand up to get the attention of my other two guys. They’re busy at work, which makes me a tad bit less angry at the quitter in front of me. “Anyone else afraid of dying from fucking heatstroke, or can we finish this shit so we can all go home?”

  “Hey, it’s hotter than roasting balls up here, but I’m ready to get things done,” Austin says with a shake of his head. “I’m good, man,” he reassures, his eyes barely meeting mine but for a split second, terrified to piss me off even more than I already am.

  I don’t blame him. He’s known me the longest and knows how I work. Austin knows when to back off and when not to push me.

  Exhaling my anger, I turn to Patrick and he looks up at me. “How about you? Need me to call someone and give them your job? I can have someone here to replace you before your two feet hit the ground.”

  He shakes his head, before reaching up to adjust his bandana. “Hell no. I need this job. I’m not going anywhere until you tell us to, boss.”

  With my jaw clenched, I pull my shirt over my head and wipe it over my forehead, before shoving the white fabric into my back pocket with a grunt.

  I’m difficult to work for. There’s no denying that, and even with that knowledge, I don’t give a shit about changing it. I’m not here to play nice or make friends. I’m here to get shit done, and I make that as clear as possible with all eight of my crews.

  Jason hasn’t budged, watching me when I turn back around to face him, but quickly gets back to work once he realizes I’m not fucking around.

  He’s one of my newer guys, but he proved in the first week to be one of my fastest and hardest workers. I’m starting to think the fucker was just putting on a show to get the job. I make a mental note to keep a close eye on him over the next week.

  I don’t have time to mess around when it comes to my business. My two businesses are the only things I have left that I give a damn about—Blake Construction and Blake Rentals. Everything else in this world is irrelevant to me.

  Both have managed to keep me busy, and out of my head as much as possible. Being in my head isn’t good for anyone around me—especially me. It took me too long to realize that, and I refuse to go back to the way things were before I opened my second business.

  We manage to make it through the next hour without any more bitching from my guys. The only thing left to do now is cleanup, which shouldn’t take long, as long as they exercise their hands and not their mouths.

  I’m in the middle of tossing old shingles into the dumpster when I look over at Hannah leaning against her porch railing, watching me with interest.

  Her fire-red hair is piled high in a messy bun and the cut-off shorts she’s wearing barely exist.

  She’s been renting this property from me for six months now, and has made her attraction for me clear on multiple occasions. It’s something I’m used to with my female tenants.

  It’s obvious by her lingering she has something to say, so keeping my gaze on her, I pull my gloves off and throw them next to the pile of shingles.

  I have no idea how long she’s been out here, but it’s not hard to figure out what she wants from me.

  Every damn woman wants the same thing.

  It’s been this way for the past year and a half.

  “Mind coming inside for a minute, Jensen?”

  I pull my shirt from my back pocket and wipe it over my sweaty abs and chest, before using it to clean my filthy hands off. “I’m busy, Hannah. Got work to do.”

  “It’ll only take a minute. I’m sure your crew can handle cleanup without you. Please. It’s important.”

  I doubt it.

  Frustrated, I tuck
my shirt into my back pocket and follow Hannah inside. It’s been a long day, and truthfully, I’m exhausted and ready to kick back with some beers and pass out on my couch. It’s my nightly ritual. I don’t like that she’s messing with that.

  Once inside, she closes the door behind me, taking the time to let her eyes roam over every inch of my hard body as if she’s been dying all day to get a close-up.

  “What do you need, Hannah? Do you have a question about your roof? We’ve discussed everything you need to know.”

  She shakes her head, moving in closer to me, her sweet scent attacking my senses. “What I need you for has nothing to do with my roof and everything to do with my body. Today has been hell. In fact, this whole week has been total hell.”

  “And what?” I ask stiffly as she runs her hands over my abs and chest. “You think I can make it better by fucking you?”

  “From what I’ve heard… yes. Very much so.” She removes her hands from my body, but keeps her gaze trained on me, taking me in slowly. She’s devouring me with her eyes and already mentally choking on my cock. “Come on. We’ve known each other for nearly six months. There’s nothing wrong with two adults using each other to release some frustration. I need this, Jensen. You have no idea how much.”

  “I’m your landlord. Our relationship has been strictly business. You hand me your rent check and I cash it. Simple.”

  With that, I remove her hands from my body and prepare to walk away before I make the mistake of screwing another tenant. I made that mistake one time, or ten. I’m not saying I’m proud, and I’m definitely not bragging.

  “I need it fast and hard—no attachments—and that’s something you’re good at, right? I can’t handle any more clingy, attached guys. All I want is to get off and forget about my life. I’m not ready for that. Tell me I’m wrong about you being the right guy for this and I’ll back off, but we both know you’re perfect sex material.”

  Sex Material. It’s what I’ve become good at, and these women aren’t afraid to show me that’s all they need and want me for.

  From the determination in her fuck-me-eyes, I know she won’t give up until I give her what she wants. They never do, and in the end, I always regret giving in. But during… I need an escape from my shitty reality just as much or more than they do.

  I come at her with a small growl and grab her thighs, lifting her up my body with force. “No kissing. I’m in control. Nod if you understand.”

  She nods, tightly wrapping her thighs around my waist as if she’s afraid I’ll change my mind. I’m still considering it, depending on what comes out of her mouth next. That might be enough to make me come to my senses. “That’ll work.”

  “Where are the condoms?” I ask with a scowl.

  “Kitchen drawer, closest to the fridge.”

  Who the fuck keeps condoms in the kitchen?

  I’m frustrated as I make my way through the house in search of a hat for my fucking dick. These women use me, and as much as I hate it, here the fuck I am, giving her just what she wants.

  I make my way back through the kitchen to the living room, not bothering to be gentle with Hannah as I slam her against the wall and reach down to undo my jeans. I always end up giving them my body, but I refuse to give them anything more.

  What the hell? The woman is already moaning out her pleasure before I have a chance to pull my dick out and cover it.

  Clearly, the idea of me being inside her is enough to get her started early. It wouldn’t be the first time a girl came before I could even touch her. Women talk. Word of mouth is the best form of advertisement. They tell their friends how good of a fuck I am and then those friends go and tell their friends. By the time one gets a chance, the anticipation of me sinking between her legs is already high.

  Holding her against the wall with my hips, I bite the wrapper open, before tossing it aside and sliding the condom on.

  I don’t give her a chance to get a look at my size before I rip her panties to the side and slam into her. I’m ready and eager to get this over with so I can cleanup and get home.

  “Oh, my God!” she screams in my ear, rattling my eardrum. “A little warning first.” She breathes heavily, digging her nails into my arm. “It’s okay. I’m good… I’m… just keep… going.”

  I thrust my hips and grind, hitting deep to get the job done. Five minutes max is what it takes a girl like her to be where she needs to be.

  With a growl, I dig my fingers deeper into her hips as I bounce her up and down on my dick, taking my frustration out on her tiny body.

  “Oh, fuck, Jensen… keep going… it’s working.” She throws her head back and screams out in a mixture of pain and pleasure when I slam into her as hard and deep as I can, giving her every hard inch of me.

  For as long as she’s wanted this, she at least should experience all I have to offer. This will be the only time she’ll have me like this.

  Forgetting the rules, she leans in to kiss me, but I grab her hair and yank back right before her lips touch mine. Hell no.

  “No fucking kissing. Do I need to explain the goddamn rules again?” I yank back on her hair harder, to be sure she doesn’t attempt kissing me again, and pound into her repeatedly, not stopping until she’s clawing her nails into my skin and screaming out as her orgasm takes over.

  She moans out and bites her bottom lip when I move my hand around to grip her throat as I continue to move inside of her. “I can’t believe this is finally—”

  “No talking,” I growl out, biting her shoulder and then backing away from the wall.

  A few more thrusts in and a slight tug pulls on my balls, confirming I’m getting close, so I grip onto her as tightly as I can and fuck her so hard and fast that she can barely catch her breath.

  Hell, I’m the one doing all the fucking work here, yet she can’t breathe?

  Just when I think I’m about to blow my shit, she leans in for a second time and attempts to kiss me. My nuts relax and my orgasm fades. It’s over, just like that.

  “Fuck!” I yell out and throw her across the room onto her huge couch. I’m pissed the fuck off now. “I’ll finish myself off.”

  “What the hell, Jensen?” She sits up and slaps the couch. “We’re not done yet.”

  “Oh, yes we are. You made sure of that.” I growl out and yank the condom off, tossing it aside.

  Hannah’s eyes go wide as I grip my dick and begin stroking it. She licks her lips. I’m not even touching her and she looks as if she’s about to come again.

  It’s just enough to get me off, busting my load in my hand in less than two minutes from start to finish. I clean my hands off on my dirty shirt and toss it beside her.

  “It’s time for me to go.” Tensing my jaw, I pull my pants up and button them. “You broke the rules twice and this was your only chance.”

  I hear Hannah cussing and complaining as I walk toward the door, but I don’t bother stopping to listen to what she has to say. She knew damn well before asking me to fuck her day away that I don’t want any of that intimate shit. Hell, she said she didn’t want it. She played me, and I caught her in her own lie.

  That’s not me. I’m the guy that’ll fuck you and send you on your way. Every girl knows that, yet they still want me inside of them. I’m not a fucking idiot. I know it’s for my body, because it sure as fuck isn’t for my charm.

  I ignore her all the way out the door and get right back to working as if I never stopped. She is already forgotten. Just like the rest. But like always, once I’m through with a random woman I’m left with nothing but regret and an empty feeling deep inside my chest.

  I need to stop doing this to myself, but every time I’m about to quit, I remind myself that I deserve the torture. I deserve the emptiness that it leaves me with.

  My crew ignores me as if I never left, but less than two minutes later Hannah steps outside, her hair a tangled mess, and begins screaming and kicking my truck. They definitely know what went down in there now.

 
I know her game. She expects me to be embarrassed due to the numerous neighbors who have decided to come outside and be nosy, but instead, I pull out a smoke and kick back while I watch her wear herself out.

  It angers her more, making her scream like a banshee until she pulls off her heel and throws it at my head. I duck just in time and go right back to enjoying my cigarette as if it never happened.

  Hannah should know that I own every property in this subdivision. She’s sadly mistaken if she thinks I care about the little show she’s putting on. If she knew me well enough she would know it’s not the first time they’ve seen it.

  “You’re an asshole, Jensen. A huge fucking asshole.” She looks around at her nosey neighbors and gives them the middle finger, before rushing inside and slamming the door behind her.

  The bitch has anger problems. She must have needed my dick as badly as she claimed. I don’t know why these women believe sex with me is a cure to whatever shitshow they’re dealing with.

  It’s not.

  “Um,” Jason mutters, “should we leave?”

  I take a long drag off my smoke, before bending over to grab another handful of shingles. Time to get back to business. “Get to work. That’s what you should do. We don’t leave until the job is done. Am I clear?”

  He nods when I look at him.

  “Good.” At least someone is.

  MY FOURTH GRADERS ARE BECOMING restless and anxious waiting for the final bell of the day to ring.

  They can’t seem to sit still—not that I can blame them—and have decided now is the time to start annoying each other and fighting about who’s going to make it out the door first.

  “All right, everyone. Calm down and take a breath or two.” I smile and motion with my hands for them to relax and take a seat, even though I feel like rushing for the door just as much as they do. “No one is going anywhere until that bell rings, including me, so there’s no need to rush.”