Chapter 4 #2
“Because….” She shrugs. “I’m not into you.”
“Liar.”
Her eyes hold mine for a moment. “Okay, you want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“As much as I enjoy your company, deep down I know that you are being paid to please me. I just wouldn’t enjoy myself knowing that you are probably hating every minute of it.”
“Trust me, I’d enjoy it, and besides, me and you are off the clock.”
“We’re not though.” She rolls her eyes as she sips her drink. “Forget it, it’s not happening.”
“But…”
“Save your moves for your next client, they’re wasted on me.” She leans over and kisses my cheek; her lips linger on my skin and she puts her mouth to my ear. “Pity though, the railing sounded pretty fucking good.”
Thump, thump, thump goes my cock.
I grab her hand and put it over my crotch. “Does this feel like a man who doesn’t want you?”
Her eyes hold mine as the air swirls between us, I don’t care what she says, there’s a serious attraction going on here.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her. My tongue slides through her open lips and my cock really begins to throb.
She’d be wet and tight and…I bet she’d taste so fucking good.
“Thomas.” She pulls out of my grip. “Let’s get going.”
Elizabeth
You know those days that you have in your life that just seem…. Monumental?
I’m having one.
Something is changing deep in my DNA.
Epiphanies about my sham of a marriage, aroused by playful Thomas, my new look has me feeling more like myself than I have in years, and this afternoon I had the perfect pitch presentation for the Reynolds account.
I walk into the ballroom feeling like a rock star, a shadow of my timid self from years gone by. My newly gained confidence is somehow tangible, a force that I can feel.
My glow-up is in motion.
Thomas leads me through the ballroom by the hand and pulls my chair out for me. “Would you like a drink, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Yes please.” I smile up at him, our gaze lingers on each other for a little longer than it should and I feel my stomach flutter.
How is he so beautiful?
“Back in a moment.” He takes off to the bar and I look around the ballroom. Huge chandeliers hang overhead and there’s a jazz band up the front playing.
“Wow.” I smile, I feel my phone buzz with a text and I dig it out of my bag to see a notification from my bank.
Transfer complete: $50,000 - Thomas Stone.
“What?” I glance over to Thomas to see him watching me with his phone in his hand.
I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.
He paid me the money back.
I sit stunned, what?…. I can’t believe this.
Eventually he ambles back to the table with our two drinks and takes a seat beside me.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
He sips his drink. “Whatever I like.”
“That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I smirk as my excitement begins to build.
“Probably.” He smiles.
I roll my lips to hide my goofy smile, “So…. Are you paying me for sex now?”
He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time. “That pussy better be worth it.”
I feel my face flush. “It will be.”
“Would you like to dance?” He holds out his hand.
“Maybe.”
He chuckles darkly and leads me to the dance floor and takes me into his arms, we sway to the music for a beat. “You know, I’ve never paid for sex before.” He kisses me softly, his lips lingering over mine. “What do I get for my money?”
“Whatever you want,” I whisper up at him.
Arousal swims between us as we stare at each other.
“Can we leave?” I ask.
“What?” He chuckles. “Now?”
“Right now.”
We bust through the door, kissing out of control, and he slams it behind us.
Suddenly we’re alone and his eyes drop down my body as he circles me, I feel like I can hardly breathe.
“Let’s get you naked, shall we?” he murmurs, he slides down the zipper of my dress and holds my hand to help me step out of it. I stand before him in my lacy white underwear, I’m even wearing suspenders.
Don’t tell anyone but I was planning on having sex with Thomas tonight anyway.
I mean…. How could I not?
This has just made it all the more perfect between us.
He undoes my bra and my breasts fall free, he smiles darkly as he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, he sucks on me and I feel it all the way to my sex.
He pushes me back onto the bed and lies on his side beside me. His hand slides down the front of my panties and my breath quivers as he runs his fingertips through the lips of my sex.
My nerves are pumping.
“Oh…yes,” he breathes. “You’re so wet for me.” He slowly slides one finger into my body. “Open your legs for me.” He pumps his finger. “Just like that.”
My eyes flutter closed as we kiss, unsure if this is real life because it feels too good to be true.
His tongue in my mouth mirrors his finger, slow and steady…strong. He adds another one and then another as he slowly pumps me, my sex is so creamy and wet that the sound of my body sucking him echoes through the room.
My legs are back to the mattress now, I’m wide open for him. His fingers really begin to work me and I see stars.
“That’s it, baby.” He smiles down at me.
“Let it go, sweetheart.” He pumps me with his thick fingers.
“Clench around me, take what you need.” He bites my bottom lip and the sting makes me shudder hard.
He smiles against my lips. “Fuck yeah…I like that.” He pumps me harder. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it, baby?”
His fingers get stronger and stronger and the bed begins to hit the wall.
My body slurps him in and dear god, how am I so wet?
My life flashes before me and my heart is thumping so hard that I can hear it in my ears. Every one of my senses is heightened. More intense.
Better…. So much better.
My back arches off the bed and I moan as a freight train of an orgasm hits me hard.
I shudder and shudder and shudder. My body is completely overcome with pleasure.
“Elizabetttttthhhhhhh,” he whispers into my mouth. “So fucking hot when you come.” His fingers keep slowly sliding through my dripping-wet sex as he stares down at me.
My arousal fog lifts and I look up into his eyes and he smiles down at me.
“If today was our last day, it’s pretty fucking perfect,” he whispers.
Embarrassment fills me, what must I look like moaning and writhing on the bed in literally two minutes flat? Nobody comes this quick.
He kisses me softly, his lips lingering over mine. “Take your clothes off,” I whisper as my hand moves lower. I feel his erection through his pants and I clench to deal with the rush of excitement.
“I …” I whisper.
“You what?”
“I needed that.”
He chuckles. “No shit.” He puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks them. “Hmm,” he hums before putting them in my mouth. I stare at him, shocked, and the arousal down below begins to throb again, the taste of me on his fingers in my mouth.
He’s so naughty.
“My first orgasm in eight years,” I whisper up at him.
Fire blazes in his eyes. “The first of many this weekend.” He slowly unbuttons his shirt. “I need to get my money’s worth.”
I lie on my back holding my breath, is this a dream having him undress for me like this? His body is tanned and rippled and he has that V of muscles that disappear into his suit pants.
How the hell is this man so gorgeous?
In slow motion he slides his pants down and his huge dick springs free. Dark well-kept pubic hair and thick veins course down the length of his engorged angry cock.
Oh…dear god.
The air leaves my lungs, that was a little more package than I was expecting.
Fear flashes through me.
“You’ll be fine.” He smirks, reading my mind. “And if I was a better man I would warm you up more.” He lifts my leg and puts it over one of his shoulders as he lies over me, he licks up my leg as his dark eyes hold mine, “But I want to feel you struggle to take every fucking inch.”
I swallow the lump of fear in my throat as he nudges the tip through the lips of my swollen sex. He slides it through me a few times as I hold my breath.
“Relax,” he whispers.
“I haven’t done this in a long time,” I breathe.
“Then we have a lot of making up to do.” He surges forward and I feel the sting of his possession.
Oh fuck….
“Hmmm,” he breathes with a quiver, his hands on the back of my thighs as he holds my legs back. “Fucking hell…. So good.” He pushes forward again and slides right in as he nails me to the mattress.
We stare at each other as alarm bells scream all around me.
Run.
Run.
Run.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like to have someone inside of you.
Overwhelming, terrifying.
So good that you can’t even breathe.
He circles his hips one way and then the other to loosen me up. “Now.” He smiles darkly down at me. “Time to earn your money.” He slams in deep and knocks the air out of my lungs.
Ahhhhhh!
What the hell kind of sex is this?
We fall into a rhythm and he rides me hard, the bed slamming against the wall as my body takes every inch. Deep punishing hits and I cling to him as I feel myself building again.
In this position I’m nearly scared to come. He’s completely in control of me as he holds my legs back. A sheen of perspiration dusts his skin as he pumps me and I smile up at him in awe.
Lost…. Or maybe I’m found.
Either way…this is the best night of my life.