Episode 51
EPISODE 51
A WONDERFUL EVENING
Ariel
Will he do it?
Will Alex Maxwell fuck me?
His hazel eyes are smoldering as he licks my pussy juice from his lips. And his stubble... It felt so good as he licked me, made me go silly so quickly with an orgasm that sent me to the freaking moon. He’s still between my legs, and he makes no move to come forward, no move to remove my skirt from around my waist, no move to take off his own clothes.
That’s okay. I can handle slow. I like slow. It’s a far cry from the wham-bam of some of the guys at home. Alex’s eyes are so beautiful. Earlier they reminded me of kudzu in the fall, but now, they’re more like the sun streaming through a thick forest, where the green of the leaves and brown of the bark mingle together to make one perfect hue.
I came so fast for him. Faster than with Brett. I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed quite so quickly, and my pussy is aching with emptiness. There’s a void between my legs, and I want so badly for Alex to fill it.
But all he does is stare at me, a serene look of contemplation on his handsome face.
Should I tell him again? Tell him I want him to fuck me?
“I know you didn’t fuck Brett last night,” he finally says.
I wrinkle my forehead but say nothing. Of course he knows. These four guys are best friends. It only makes sense that they would talk about us. They need to know who likes who so they don’t step on each other’s toes.
I desperately wanted Brett to take me last night. He’s the one who refused.
Does Alex know that?
“Did you want to?” he asks. “Did you want to go farther with Brett last night?”
Again, I say nothing. Is it any of his business?
“I’m sorry,” he says, closing my legs and crawling forward to lie next to me on the bed. “You don’t have to answer that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because I already know the answer.”
“Brett told you.”
He pushes my hair off my forehead. “He didn’t, actually.”
I sigh. “We’re not going to do this, are we?”
He kisses my lips, and I taste my own musk on him.
“No, Ariel,” he says. “We’re not.”
I open my mouth to speak, but he touches his fingers to my lips to stop me.
“It’s not because I don’t want to.” He grabs my hand and leads it to the massive bulge in his jeans. “Pretty good evidence of what you do to me. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to spend the entire night making love to you right here on your bed.”
I resist the urge to tell him to just do it then. Instead, I ask, “Did you fuck Sienna?”
“Do you really want to know?”
I close my eyes. Do I?
“No. I guess I don’t.”
“You’re so young, Ariel. There are thirteen years between us, and I want you more than anything right now, but something inside me says it’s not the right time for us.”
I can’t help a soft scoff. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re young, and right now your body’s on fire—believe me, so is mine—and I’d like us to get to know each other a little better before we take the next step.”
“For God’s sake, what’s the difference? It’s not like I think any one of you will choose me. I’m nothing compared to the other women.”
He touches my lips again. “That’s where you’re wrong, Ariel. You’re everything . You’re sweet and innocent?—”
“I’m hardly innocent.”
“I don’t mean sexually. I mean you’re young. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted when I was your age.”
“I’m not you.”
“Of course not, and women are notoriously more mature than men at any age, really, but?—”
I turn away from him. Does he really think he’s inside my head? “Get out of my room.”
“Ariel...”
I say nothing.
He rolls off the bed and rises.
Good going, hayseed. Real mature. He thinks I’m young, and what do I do? Prove it to him. I can’t let him leave like this. This is about more than me feeling humiliated and disappointed.
“Alex?”
He turns back and looks at me as I ease my tube top over my breasts.
“I apologize. I don’t want you to leave.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah. Very sure. I was... I don’t like feeling rejected, and?—”
“Oh, Ariel. This is so far from a rejection.”
“I know. I see that now. Thank you for a wonderful evening. You made the date just perfect for me. You asked what I wanted for dinner. You asked what I wanted here, in the bedroom, and you delivered on everything.”
“My pleasure. And I do mean pleasure.”
“Can’t I do something for you?”
“Like what?”
“I can—” I stop.
I was ready to offer him a blowjob, and that’s exactly what I did last night with Brett. I’m acting like I owe Alex something for the incredible orgasm he just gave me. God, I’m pathetic.
“What?” he asks gently.
“Never mind.”
“What can I do for you?” he asks.
“Nothing. You’ve been a perfect gentleman, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
The truth is that I’m not used to being treated this way. At home, if I ask for a fuck, I always get one. Hell, I don’t even have to ask. I get fucked whenever I want it, and sometimes the guy doesn’t care whether I finish or not. Sometimes I don’t care either. Sometimes I just want to feel...
Feel...
Loved?
Fucking isn’t love.
Infatuation isn’t love.
You deserve to be here.
So easy to forget those words. I asked for what I wanted, but is a fuck really what I want from Alex? Is it what I wanted from Brett last night?
Physically, absolutely. I’m wet and ready and would love a hard dick inside me.
But these men are looking for life mates, not fuck buddies. They’re in a different mindset. Sure, they’re men. They love to fuck. All men do, in my experience. But they’re billionaires. They can get fucked whenever they want. That’s not why they brought us here and went to all this expense.
Alex sits on the bed and moves my denim skirt back over my hips to cover me. “You’re so beautiful. It’s a shame to cover you up.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“I know you didn’t.” He pulls me up so I’m sitting next to him. “If we knew each other better, and I was sure about a few other things... Trust me. I’d fuck you all night.”
He words make me wonder...
Did he fuck Sienna?
He may have. But I’m not Sienna. Sienna is worldly and professional. She used to date a former NFL player, and she’s a big-time lawyer. She’s also several years older than I am.
“Don’t think you have to shelter me from anything,” I tell him.
“I don’t think that.”
I sigh. “But you do. You think I’m so young.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s not it at all. If anything, I’m sheltering myself. I need to think with the right head. I like you a lot, Ariel. You’re so special. So astounding in so many ways. I’m feeling things I probably shouldn’t be feeling so soon in this game.”
“Game?”
He chuckles. “Bad choice of words. This is anything but a game.”
“Do you think it’s a game for me?” I ask.
“No.” He cups my cheek. “I don’t. Let me put it this way. You made an impression on me tonight. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy myself as much as I did, so I don’t want to rush it. When I make love to you, Ariel, I want it to be because I love you.”
And you don’t.
The words pop into my mind, but I keep them from popping out of my mouth.
Of course he doesn’t love me. Infatuation isn’t love. But he likes me. He admitted that. He thinks I’m astounding, and he enjoyed our time together.
Tingles shoot through me. I like him too. I may like him more than I like Brett.
But he’s right. None of us know each other yet. This is all new. We’ve been here for two days, even though with all the events, it seems like longer.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” I say. “Thank you for a wonderful time.”
He pulls me to him and kisses me, and this time it’s soft and sweet and our tongues slide together in perfect harmony.
When he breaks the kiss, he stands, pulling me with him, and we leave the bedroom, walk through the sitting area, and end up at the door.
He cups my cheek again, caressing it, and then he leans down. “You’re amazing, Ariel Tanner. I think you may be...”
His breath tickles my ear, but he moves back.
“May be what?” I ask.
“I’m getting ahead of myself. I?—”
Pounding on the door interrupts him.
He glances at the door, and I nod to him. He opens it.
June stands there in a short satin robe, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh my God!” I pull her into the room. “June, what’s wrong?”