Chapter 16
Aurora had told me about him. Even if this was supposed to be a vacation, he would, of course, be working, and thus he would be in the library. She also explained to me when I worried about him leaving that I shouldn”t bother about that because he hated being distracted.
”But he can”t complain because this is literally a family space,” she said, so I didn”t worry about it; he”s in the library so he can focus. I, however, couldn”t help wondering if it was because of me. Every time I had run into him so far, he had barely spared me a glance, and then he had gone out of his way to not be in the same space I was.
Sure, he had offended me immensely when we had met up. But now, according to my suspicion from back then, that perhaps he had gotten angry because I had said something that had hurt him, I couldn”t help thinking that this was the reason why he couldn’t even stand the sight of me. I didn”t care, and I shouldn”t have cared; however, it was making me very uncomfortable. Plus, with the bikini that Aurora had forced me to wear since I hadn’t brought any along, I was sure that the show I had put on for anyone who had eyes wasn’t exactly the most decent. I was much more endowed than Aurora, I now knew for a fact since I had imagined from the beginning that we were the same frame and size. But as her new bikini could barely fit my ass, breasts, and hips, I understood now that I was much thicker than I had earlier judged.
Anyway, I wanted to clear the air for my peace of mind because I couldn”t imagine going through the rest of this week this on edge. For one, all this anxiety was making me so fucking horny that I could barely think straight. It wasn”t because I wanted to do anything with him; it was just because something about my nerves being so raw and frayed was making me so sensitive that I had even forgone wearing underwear because even the rub of the fabric against my clit was torture. I couldn”t understand it, but I was pretty sure that getting back on somewhat good and platonic terms with Drake would increase my chances of returning back to normal.
I had already rehearsed what to say; I had my camera in hand and would, of course, act as though I had just been scouting locations in the mansion. I would then mistakenly wander into the library and after explaining myself and, of course, apologizing, I would head out and move on with my life, and most importantly, be able to wear panties again. Determined for this to be the outcome and conclusion of my evening, I knocked again even though the previous time had yielded no response, and then I received the call from him or whoever was to come in. His tone was gruff and slightly annoyed at the intrusion, but I admonished myself and my shaky knees that all I had to do was say what I wanted to and be on my way. It was up to him to accept it or not. I had no possible say over that.
Hence, I pushed the door open, and my heart jumped into my throat. I didn’t want to be nervous because if I acted nervous, then of course, I would feel too vulnerable, and it was the last thing I wanted. So, I took my time in shutting the door behind me and then paused for a few seconds to breathe.
Thankfully, he remained silent and wasn”t too brash and impatient, ready to throw me out the moment we made eye contact. Instead, he waited until I turned around, and then he met my gaze. Truthfully, I was a bit surprised at his state. I had expected that he would be sulking in a corner; instead, he was at his desk with a book open before him and a bottle of scotch. He didn”t seem angry or stressed. Instead, it was as though he was having a chill evening and enjoying himself. I expected this, though, to change at any moment, and so I quickly said what I wanted to.
”Um, sorry,” I apologized. ”I was just going around scouting locations.” I had stuttered on that one and not sounded nearly as nervous as I had practiced, but it was acceptable, I guessed, since he hadn”t kicked me out yet.
”Um… ” I stared at his gorgeous face then and completely forgot what I wanted to say. And so, to my horror, my body reacted before my mind could even step in to bail myself out. I turned around and started to walk away, but then at the last moment, I stopped myself.
”You want to take pictures here?” he asked, and I let out a deep sigh of relief because even that question was enough to make me think. I turned around then to meet his gaze and nodded.
“Not now, though,” I said, ”I”m just trying to familiarize myself with the house to see if there are any particular shots that would... I mean spectacular locations that would come out particularly well.”
”Okay,” he said, obviously far from interested, and then he returned his attention to his book. I was able to think then. I probably had a few seconds, and thus tried to put my sentences together. However, when I realized that this would be absolutely fruitless, I decided to just say what came to my mind.
“Um.. I wanted to apologize,” I said, and although my voice was low and croaky, he heard me loud and clear. He raised his head to look at me, and even though his face was expressionless, I still continued speaking before I could completely lose my confidence.
”About last time,” I said. ”I hadn’t meant to be rude; I wouldn”t have asked the question I asked if I had known you would react that way.”
At my words, he watched me, and even though I wasn”t expecting us to kiss and make up, I still hadn’t anticipated him just staring at me either.
And then, once again, he surprised me.
”Is that true?” he asked, however, I didn”t understand what he was asking me.
”What do you mean?”
”Is it true that if you knew I was going to react that way, you wouldn’t have still asked the question you did?”
And just like that and once again, I was severely perplexed by him and his questions.
”Are you insinuating that I deliberately set out to annoy you?” I asked in disbelief; however, he shook his head.
”The subject matter,” he said, ”You”re friendly with Aurora, so of course you care that she wasn’t exactly getting the wedding she wants.”
”Oh,” I replied and nodded. He was right, again. Shaking my head, I had to deeply fight the urge to slap my hand against my face.
Sighing, I looked up at him.
“I”m still…” I tried my best to tread carefully. “I”m still not very happy, of course, that she wasn”t able to get the wedding she wants. But what I am apologizing for is stepping out of line and criticizing you for this. I mean, I”m just someone employed, and I shouldn”t have asked you that. It”s not my business. I just, as you said, appreciate Aurora”s treatment of me and how much she likes my work, and so I couldn”t help but empathize with her.”
He pushed the book aside and crossed his arms across his chest, as though I now fully had his attention. I truly tried my best not to notice how the muscles shifted underneath his clothing and just how broad his shoulders were. Truly, I had to shift then from one leg to the other because my clit was throbbing so hard that I nearly couldn”t speak. It was so frustrating and upsetting, and multiple times, as well, I had to look down to be sure that I wasn”t dripping onto the carpet because my thighs were now wet as fuck.
”Empathetic?” he asks. ”Have you been married before?”
This was an unexpected question.
”No,” I replied.
”So, in what way exactly were you empathetic?” he asked. This was a difficult one, but as I watched him, my brain geared back up into action and began to work.
”Well... I am a wedding photographer, so even if I am not married, I have photographed a lot of weddings, so I have intuition and experience with these things.”
”Which are?” he asks, and I frowned deeply because I didn”t know how to answer this goddamn question.
”Let”s just say I know that a bride being upset that her once special day is not going to happen the way she envisioned it is very, very upsetting indeed.”
He continued to watch me.
”Is this something that would upset you as well?”
Truly, his questions were getting out of hand because how the hell was I supposed to respond to this?
”This is not about me,” I reminded him, and a sliver of a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, making me wonder if he was just taunting me.
”So, you don’t have an answer?” he asked, and I sighed again.
”Yes, if it was me, if I was in Aurora”s shoes, I would be absolutely fucking pissed.”
His eyebrows raised.
”So, you”re not sorry?” he asked, and I frowned.
”That”s what I just said,” I replied. ”I”m not sorry that I asked; I”m just sorry that perhaps the fact that I had asked may have upset you. I didn”t want it to cause any discomfort or take away from the focus of Aurora and her ceremony this week. Since I”ll be constantly taking pictures and thus be everywhere, it is unavoidable that we”ll run into each other, and I didn”t want things to be awkward.”
At my words, he continued to stare at me, and then he rose to his feet. My instincts automatically took a step back, but I managed to catch myself just in time before I totally submitted, like a complete buffoon. Slipping his hands into his pocket, he began to walk toward me, and all I could do was stare at him.
”I accept your apology,” he said. ”However, I can”t guarantee that it won”t keep hanging over our heads.”
At his words, I wondered if he was joking. I studied him, however, it couldn”t possibly be because he seemed too serious, so I couldn”t really understand what was happening.
”Um... okay,” I said, and he smiled.
”Okay? So, you don”t care to wipe the slate clean?”
At these words, I understood then what was happening. He needed his pound of flesh before he would completely accept my apology, and instantly, I was wary. However, I couldn”t truly help but be curious about what he was going to ask for.
And so, I sighed and decided to play along.
”Okay,” I said and lifted my chin, returning the strength and will to my backbone. I had apologized; he was now being opportunistic; I had nothing to be afraid of anymore.
”What do you want?” I asked. ”I mean, what would be acceptable for you as a token of a proper apology.”
He watched me, and then he passed by me and headed over to the couch by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The grounds of the mansion could be seen from this window, and as I looked out toward it, it took my breath away. As far as I could see was the beach and rolling hills and the gorgeous sunset in the sky. The hues were pink and magenta and a burnt orange, and they all brought an excitement in me that was difficult to contain.
He took his seat on the couch, lounging on one end, and then he casually crossed one ankle over his knees. I watched him, and my hands began to twitch. What I wanted more than anything else was to lift my camera and capture this gorgeous moment.
”I only want one thing,” he said, and I barely heard him. I wanted to take this photo of him. I lifted my camera eventually and, before he could turn away and protest, I took the shot. I looked at it afterward, my heart racing in my chest, and it instantly took my breath away. This was what was commonly referred to as picture-perfect, and I didn”t think so far, I had had a shot even remotely beautiful as this. Our eyes once again met through the lens, and as I stared down at it, I knew that I was also trying to remove myself.
”You just took a photo of me?” he asked, and I was so grateful that we were talking about a less intense topic because I needed it to get my bearings together.
”I did,” I replied as confidently as I could manage. ”It”s my job.”
I found the courage then to look up to see if he was annoyed and if it was reflected on his face. However, I found that he was none of the above. His expression was neutral, but his attention was so focused on me that for the seconds afterward, I was almost scared to breathe.
”Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asked, and this time around, I truly froze in place. He kept staring while it took me quite a while to recover, and then I processed the question and didn”t truly know whether to be offended at all. I mean, this should classify as sexual harassment; however, I had had the intention of being intimate with him before, so would that accusation and avenue for offense hold?
These were the very reasonable and logical questions that my head was asking. My sex, however, was throbbing so painfully that I wanted to grab myself, just so that I could reduce the ache. So that I could put myself out of the misery that this uncontrollable arousal was causing to my body. Still, I didn”t want to seem naive or shy or unprofessional, and so I managed a smile and responded to him.
”No,” I replied. ”Have you?”
He smiled then, knowing I was genuinely being defiant.
”Come here,” he called, and I was once again presented with a different dilemma.
Would I do as he had asked? However, if I did, then my reason for coming in here in the first place would be completely useless.
”What”s the worst-case scenario?” I asked myself. I truly thought about this and agreed that the worst was that somehow, by answering his call, he would actually get me at the end of the day to suck his cock. The problem now was, did I mind? Just the thought of it was making my heart race with need and anticipation because, wasn”t this what I wanted? Despite how angry I had claimed to be with him over the past several days, it was more or less all that I had been able to think about. I had imagined it, fantasized about it, rubbed my clit to the thought of it. I was nearly hyperventilating now just at the thought of it, but of course, I didn”t want to appear too eager to or easily manipulated by him. I wanted to go over to him and curse him at the same time, and the inner turmoil at these two conflicting needs was pure torture.
I watched him then, waiting and decided that I could try a way to hold an element of control.
”I could,” I replied. ”But first of all, I”d have to see what you”re working with. It would be terribly annoying if I went through the trouble of getting on my knees and then realized that it”s a waste of time.”
At my words, his brow raised, and even though my blood was now roaring through my ears at my audacity, which certainly didn”t match my guts, I couldn”t help but be impressed. This was surely a way to keep him in check; my only hope was that it would actually work.
He watched me, and I waited with bated breath for how he would react. Then, to my surprise, he gave me a command.
”Shut the door,” he said, and my heart jumped into my throat.
This was the moment of truth. This was the moment where I had to decide if I was going to do this or if I was going to literally tuck my head between my legs and run for my life. However, the more I looked at him, the more my knees literally weakened.
Now I had captured the moment, and I truly, beyond all else, wanted to live in it. So, I turned and did as he had asked. I headed over to the door and turned the lock. I couldn’t turn around yet, though, but he didn”t force me. He waited until I was ready, and then I turned around.
”You can come over,” he said, ”to see what you want to.”
I almost couldn’t breathe, but I was ready and more than eager. So, I headed over to him. When I arrived, I loved that I could stare at him from the top to the bottom. Eventually, I had to lower down. However, I squatted and went down to my knees.
He straightened, then uncrossing his legs, his legs were wide open before me.
”Do you need help?” he asked, and I nodded.
“You should handle that yourself.”
He studied me, and then he smiled.
“I don’t want to. You’re not going to insist I do, are you?”
I glared at him, not at all surprised that he was going to do this. Regardless, I didn”t mind, despite the fact that I was nervous. Something about that intoxicating scent of his made me want to remain in his presence for as long as possible.
I placed a hand on his knee and tried to catch my breath.
There was something about him that made me too nervous, too needy. I could barely even meet his eyes, and I knew he was enjoying every bit of watching me squirm and tremble.
I took in deep breaths and eventually looked up to gaze into his eyes. They were sparkling, excited perhaps, or unreadable? I wasn’t sure. But when my gaze lowered once again to his crotch, I, for once, received a very accurate judgment of how he currently felt.
His bulge was pressing against the fabric of his slacks, and it was impressive. Without the ability or reason to delay any further, my hands went to his buckle. He shifted without me needing to ask, giving me all the access I needed. In no time, the buckle was undone, and I was staring down at his button.
It was getting harder, and my heartbeat was raging, but it was too late to turn back. I reached out and grabbed the button. This one was a little harder to take out of its hole, and I knew he was enjoying every minute of it. Eventually, when my gaze connected with his, I couldn’t miss the smile curving the corner of his lips.
I nearly rolled my eyes but looked out at the setting sun. I knew that sooner or later, someone somewhere would be searching for me, so I had to get this over with. Hopefully, I wouldn’t regret it. As he lifted suddenly and pulled his zipper down, and I glimpsed the dark briefs beneath, I didn’t give a care about regret.
It was unusual for me to be so lust-driven, but this man was a once-in-a-lifetime delicacy that I had to have, even if it would solely be for telling the story afterward. So, boldly, I reached into his briefs and felt his cock.
It was satiny smooth, heated, and the light dusting of hair across his crotch tickled my hand. My lips parted then to support my breathing, and I couldn”t help but glance back at the door to ensure that no one would come in, as I, for sure, would never be able to live beyond the shame.
I wished I could go back once again to check, but when I turned back and saw that he had pulled his cock out and it was staring gloriously back at me, any subsequent thoughts were wiped out of my head.
I had never given much thought to cocks in general and had nothing interesting to say about
them, especially given I had seen only two in my lifetime. But this one, I nearly gasped out in wonder.
It was fucking gorgeous.
Thick, long, pink, clean… my mouth instantly began to water.
I looked up at the man, then, wondering what it was exactly about him that made me so attracted to him.
Before I could think too much, however, and possibly talk myself out of this, I reached for the root and circled my hand around it. It filled my grip in the most gorgeous, sexy way, and for a moment, I wanted to take a picture. I looked to my side, then, glimpsing where I had absentmindedly set my camera and wondered if I could indeed do so.
Suddenly, his frame began to shake, and when I looked up, I realized that it was in amusement.
”What is it?” I asked, his smile nearly taking my breath away.
”You”re not seriously considering taking a picture, are you?” he said, and I couldn”t help but be amused as well, although thankfully, I had the good sense enough to hide it.
I did go on to ask, though, because why not?
”Can I?” I asked, and his brows furrowed in surprise.
He went completely silent, and I instantly knew what the response would be. So, before he could have one of his sudden bursts of anger once again like the last time, I lowered my head and covered the head with my mouth.
His scent was the first thing that overwhelmed me. He smelled clean and wealthy, just the way his body was, and it instantly removed any hesitation whatsoever I would have held in going further, thanks to one of my prior two experiences being absolutely traumatizing.
But this time around, I was nearly frantic with excitement.
Shutting my eyes, I ran my tongue across the slightly damp head and loved the little twitch of his cock. The reaction spurred me on, and so in the next breath, I covered him even more fully and hollowed my cheeks to suck as hard as I possibly could.
”Hm,” he shuddered slightly at the resulting sensation, and I was rewarded with a small but sweet burst of precum. The moment I tasted it, I didn”t want a single drop of it to go to waste, and so I lapped it all up immediately and then sucked him even harder for more.
He kept leaking, and slowly growing wild for him, I began to stroke his length as well. I loved his girth even more than the length, which was quite intimidating, but the more my enjoyment of him increased, the more audacious I became.
As soon as I had gotten my feel of the head, I lifted myself up slightly just so I could take him deep. As deeply as he could possibly go, all the way to the back of my throat.
It was a lot to handle at first, but his slight gasps and restless movements on the couch, though little, encouraged me to keep moving. On the way up, I tightened my lips as hard as I could and sucked him all the way back to the tip.
”Hm,” he said. ”Hm. Doing good.”
The last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge his appreciation of me, but I had to admit to myself that it made my heart feel warm and my sex pulse, leaking arousal even further down my inner thighs.
Angling my head, I continued to rub and jack him, amazed at every passing moment as he leaked even further and became even slicker. With the pad of my tongue, I licked him from tip to root and then back up again, and he leaned back into the chair with a ragged sound of delight.
I wanted to take my time, but at the same time, I was too nervous to prolong it. No doubt this was going to end somehow, and I needed to be able to get away with this unscathed since I had confirmed now that there was no way in hell that I was going to stop.
And so, my fervency increased in the way I milked him, my grip hard and relentless.
”Suck!” he rasped out the harsh command, interrupting my enjoyment of simply watching the gorgeous pink cock pulse and ooze out cum from the tip. He was so turned on, so virile, so I couldn”t even protest against this command. I lowered my head once again and returned to bliss.
Relaxing my throat, I took him all the way back once again and then back up before my mouth finally closed around the head. Working in tandem with both hands at the root, I settled on a starting rhythm, and soon I was lost in the motions and in the taste of him.
I couldn’t help but moan as my pace increased, fueled by his very vocal enjoyment of what I was doing to him.
“Fuck,” he called over and over again, his hand eventually finding its way to my hair. He held me in place as he thrust his hips into my mouth, and I allowed him to take the pleasure he wanted. Hearing what it did to him was immense compensation until I needed to take charge again.
He let me, and soon my thighs were trembling in delight.
“Your mouth…” he moaned. “You’re good at this. Fuck.”
I went even faster, sucked even harder, and I could soon feel his thighs bunching as his pleasure raced towards the edge.
I couldn’t help but look up then to watch him, and I was struck for a moment at the sight of him so unraveled. Ever since I had met him, he had always seemed so put together, so unflustered, but in this moment and as his hand threaded through his hair and tugged almost viciously, I knew that I had him in my grasp.
It was an indescribable thrill, and it spurred me on much further than I thought I could go. My eyes were burning, my throat sore, yet I refused to stop, not until his hand moved to my hair and I felt the hard grip of the strands by the roots.
“Evelyn,” he roared out as his body tensed up for a long moment, and then he was bursting into my mouth. I nearly choked from the flood and had to pull away to some extent when I couldn’t take it any longer. Still, I only needed a short moment to recover, but before long, the head of his cock was back in my mouth, and I was lapping him all up.
The moment was obscene, and I reveled in it in a way that I couldn’t comprehend. He kept thrusting his hips, restless and so shaken that I couldn’t look away. His eyes, which were at first wide open, completely focused on the ceiling and seemed dazed in wonder. His chest was heaving, his pants stained, and it seemed like he still couldn’t process what had just happened.
Soon though, and as I wiped the moisture off the corners of my lips and stared up at him, I wanted to get up because being on my knees in this way wasn”t exactly the most empowering position, especially now that the haze and pleasure of the moment had passed, and reality was creeping in cold and cruel.
However, I found myself unable to move as his gaze finally lowered and caught mine. He stared at me as though he was seeing me for the first time, and then he leaned forward and caught the back of my neck. Before I could decipher what he was going to do, he had tilted his head and was taking my lips in his.
This was a filthy kiss, and I melted into it like wax. He didn”t hold back in expressing his appreciation of me through it as he licked into my mouth with lush, heated strokes. He sucked on my tongue, and I responded heartily to the intoxicating dance. I moaned then, unable to contain the pleasure this was eliciting through me, especially at the taste of release mixing with the kiss.
It was so intimate that by the time he pulled away, I was the one left dazed and questioning almost everything I had thought about life up until that moment because I couldn”t understand why that had been so sweet and almost special.
I looked up then and could see the smile on his face, making me certain then, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had felt it too. There was something special here, and although I tried to screw my head back on, my heart was racing too hard to listen to me.
“I knew you were going to be special,” he said, and I nearly forgot how to breathe.
“It”s your turn,” he said, then reached forward, and in the next moment, I was being pulled into his lap. I had no clue what he meant, but when he cupped my face and pulled me in for yet
another kiss, I had no complaints whatsoever. He kissed me long enough for me to lose myself in him, for me to forget where we were and how inappropriate this was. However, his kisses told me over and over again, as he sucked on my lips and breathed into my mouth, that nothing else mattered beyond this moment. And I believed him.
Eventually, we broke apart, and he stared deeply into my eyes. There was something indeed different about the way he looked at me. It almost seemed affectionate. I no longer felt like he was a complete stranger, especially as he lifted his hand and gently brushed my hair out of my face.
“You”re beautiful, Evelyn,” he said. “You know this, don”t you?”
I didn”t respond; however, alarms began blaring through me, especially as I looked around and saw that the library was gradually getting dark. It was a massive space and was so gorgeous that I couldn”t get over how all of this seemed like a dream. To think that barely a week ago, I was escaping to coffee shops just for the air conditioner and wondering how I was going to pay my rent. None of these problems had been significantly solved, but in the midst of the constant horror, a breathtaking fantasy had been added. As a result, this had turned into a fairytale that I didn”t quite want to wake up from just yet.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, and I nodded.
However, at the feel of his cock beneath me, I couldn”t help but begin to churn my hips. At first, he was solely focused on our conversation, but soon enough, he noticed what was happening and looked down slightly in confusion. Then he returned his gaze to me and cocked his head.
“You”re not wearing any underwear?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Why?” he inquired, his expression unreadable at first, but pretty soon he brightened up.
”You were expecting this? Thinking ahead?”
“No,” I replied, leaning forward once again to kiss him because it felt as though I was losing my mind without his taste in my mouth.
He, however, held on to this story just as though it was any normal day, and we were having a simple conversation. It felt too good, too real. In order to remind him of what this was, I positioned his semi-hardened cock along the crevice of my sex and began to rock my hips.
“Hm,” he groaned, that hoarse, gorgeous sound of his.
“I just …” I tried to string words together in my head. “I was going to take a shower, I think. I wanted to apologize first.”
“Without underwear?”
“It was becoming quite uncomfortable to have on.”
“Why?” he asked, and I rocked into him even harder. It weakened me, my thighs trembling at the pleasure that wreaked through my system. I was overtaken in that moment by my need to fuck and be fucked, and it was all I could think about.
“I”m on birth control, I”m clean, but I didn”t have a recent test. You can go check if you want, just let me know.”
I leaned forward because I needed to kiss him, and he submitted. I didn”t know how long the kiss lasted, but when we parted once again, I couldn”t think of anything at all.
“We”ll use a condom too,” he said. “I”ll arrange for a medical person to come over to test you before the day is over. We”ll get your test tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I breathed into his mouth, nibbling on his lips. He caught my neck once again and slid his tongue into my mouth. Eventually, he guided me off his lap, and even though I was reluctant, I eventually didn”t have the choice but to move away so that he could get up.
I was dazed as I tried to make myself decent, but I couldn”t. Instead, I waited for him until he returned and took his seat once again. I wanted to watch as he slipped the condom on, but all I could do was stare, ambushed and drained of strength, up at the gorgeous ceiling.
Eventually, though, he caught me by the arms and pulled me, and I was once again back on his lap.
“Ready?” he asked, and I managed to nod.
Throwing my arms around him, I held on tight, and soon the gorgeous head of his cock was positioned at my entrance. He stroked me, loving the small gasps that escaped my lips at the tease.
“We”re going to have a wonderful week together, Evelyn,” he said, and I truly didn”t know how to respond. My hope was that after this, after he had hopefully fucked my brains out, I would be able to come to my senses. I would no longer think of this as madly and obsessively as I had since I met him, and I would be able to control myself. With this plan in mind, I gave myself the permission to enjoy myself to the fullest right now because I was going to do everything I possibly could to ensure that it never happened again.
“Ready?” he asked, his arm going around my waist. It wasn”t an affectionate act; rather, it was operational, ensuring that I didn”t slip off. It was unnecessary, though, because I held onto the armrest beside him, and then I was truly ready.
He watched me, and I didn”t understand why. It was such an intimate act. I didn”t know what he”d see if he stared so closely into my eyes. I didn”t want to know what I”d see in his. So, I
simply shut my eyes as I felt the nudge of his head at my entrance, trying to calm my heart. Pleasure had turned my stomach to mush. Excitement and anticipation were stinging up my spine; anxiety and fear of being caught were causing sweat to mist across my skin. I was feeling too much all at once.
I didn”t quite want this to end because it felt too good, but truly I couldn’t wait until I got back to normal. Till things got back to normal. I held on as his cock pushed into me. He was deliciously girthy; however, just as I had expected, it was incredibly difficult to accommodate him.
“Fuck,” his heated breath brushed over me. “You”re so tight.”
I took it as the compliment that it was but relished the fullness that came with his size. He was more careful than I would have expected, given that we were just having sex and he really didn”t need to be. However, he took his time, watching my every expression until he was eventually and fully sheathed inside of me.
I froze in place for a moment, then my eyes tightened even further shut as I inhaled deeply and exhaled. I felt exquisitely stretched, more than I had ever been, and it was unreal.
“You okay?” he asked, and it took me a moment to decode. Soon enough, as pleasure began to tingle up my spine, I nodded.
“Please move,” I told him, and to my surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste the smile on his lips, the ease, the enjoyment. He was so intense in everything that he did, but in this instance, I was surprised at how fully and easily he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Let me know if you need me to pause at any moment,” he said, and I nodded.
“I will.”
He grabbed my hips then; his strong hands digging into my skin and lifted me gradually off his cock. He was so strong, his biceps flexing hard at the strength he was expending in lifting my weight. I wasn’t a huge girl, but I wasn’t dainty and petite either, but he controlled my dance on his cock.
Once again, he leaned forward to kiss me, and I melted into it. There was something about his kisses that seemed to stop my entire being the moment we connected. It was warm, wet, and so sweet that in these moments, I forgot everything else beyond the heat and weight of his tongue. His slides in my mouth were expert, with just the right pressure and at just the right pace to keep me restless.
The orgasm was building all over my body, making my hair stand on end, unraveling me.
I was trembling from the inside out, and I couldn’t contain it.
“Want me to go faster?” I heard his voice in my ears, and I nodded.
I hoped he could hear me, but just in case he couldn’t, I managed to relay my response.
“Yes,” I shuddered, and he obliged my request. Once again, he thrust into me, his pace controlled and measured, and I almost cried out then at the sweetness of it. Lust was taking over my whole heart, mind, and senses, and I was completely powerless to stop it. He went faster, then, unable to control himself as his own primal, urgent need took over.
He let go of me, but I knew how to position myself so I could ride him the way I wanted to, and this worked out in my favor. He grabbed my ass, and the aggressiveness of it turned me even more wildly on.
At this point, I didn”t even think it was possible, but then his lips connected with the swell of my breasts, and my head fell back with a gasp. I was so sensitive and tender, and he knew just how to work my nipples through the fabric. With his hands, he cupped the weight of my mounds, and then with one sharp pull, my breasts were released and completely exposed to him.
“Fuck,” his hips pumped even faster into my core.
“You”re fucking perfect.”
He leaned forward then, his breath on my breasts one after the other, and I couldn”t hold back my moan. His lips covered my nipples and sucked, hard, his tongue flicking over the engorged tip, and it made me leak even harder. I was stimulated from every part of my body, and it was too much to take.
I could feel my sex pulsing and trembling around his cock, rocking my hips on him, going as hard and fast as my trembling thighs would allow me. It was impossible for me to last or him for that matter. We were too in tune, too frenzied, too aroused. Lust hung heavily in the air as we fucked each other without pause, my hips tilted at just the right angle to drive us both wild. I could feel the head of his cock as it hit the end of me, relentlessly, making me whimper and cry out.
I lost all sense of shame and caution as I rocked into him, the fierce pants of his breathing burning across my cheeks and against my neck. He was close, I could feel it, and so was I, and so we held on to each other even tighter.
I loved the way he gripped me, so hard. It revealed a moment of vulnerability that, even though I knew was involuntary, still felt nice. Incredibly nice. Maybe too nice because I returned it and couldn”t stop myself from kissing him. There was very little lust involved as I tasted his skin—the underside of his jaw, the ticking vein in his forehead, and down his neck. He was so strong, so virile, so gorgeous... I couldn”t get enough of him.
“Come for me,” he said, just as his hand moved between us and began to stroke my clit.
“Ah,” I cried out at the added stimulation, and I was sure then that we had been heard. I couldn”t stop myself, and he didn”t seem to care as he went even faster and harder. My hips lost control. I rocked into him like someone crazed, and in no time, my hand was slapping over my mouth to muffle my scream.
It was barely effective, but I needed more to keep me somewhat grounded to reality because as the orgasm hit and wreaked through my body, I felt myself go slightly unconscious. For the few seconds after, I felt formless, nothing registered as red-hot pleasure overtook my mind and senses. In the midst of it all and at last, I could feel him clenching hard as well around me like a vice as he too got his release.
His groan was fierce against me, his grip so hard I felt as though he was going to snap me in two. I relished every moment of it, feeling him so shaken and affected as he continued to spurt. He seemed to come forever while I couldn’t stop myself from rocking on him, squeezing every bit of pleasure left from our joining.
Eventually, we were both able to catch our breath, and slowly, life around us and beyond this moment began to register. The sun had set, though there was still a little light out; the air had gotten much cooler, and it was such a relief as it filtered in from the porch and brushed against our heated skin. Our heartbeats weren”t heaving like mad anymore; our hips weren”t churning, and our minds weren”t racing.
We were calming down, yet he still held onto me as tightly as possible. His face was buried in my neck as though he never wanted to move, while I had to fight the urge with all of my heart to keep from kissing his head.
Suddenly, though, there was a knock on the door. A hard, curious one, and this did the trick.
It jolted us both immediately to our senses, and I sprang off his lap so fast that I stumbled backward. He tried to hold onto me, to stop me from falling, but it was fruitless. I landed on my ass, butt naked, with my legs spread out before him; however, his face was full of concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked, and I nodded.
“I am.”
Immediately, I scrambled up, but of course, I wasn’t quick enough. His eyes lowered down, and my soaking sex was completely open to his perusal.
Now, shame was eager and quick, striking me like a boulder, and as soon as I got back up to my feet, I turned away from him. His following words, however, startled me.
“Come here,” he said as I started to pull my dress back over my breasts and down. However, I didn”t reason.
“Your cunt,” he said. “I need it in my mouth.”
Pleasure struck me then so painfully in my core, a gasp tore from my lips. At his words, my clit once again began to throb, hungry, greedy, and it took every ounce of me not to turn to look at
him because I knew that the moment I did, I would be lost, my brain would cease to work, and lust would drive me like a crazed woman.
“There”s someone at the door,” I reminded him, and my gaze went to it. I was nervous because I couldn”t even begin to imagine who was there. They had probably heard us, and I would probably be fired because this was sure to get to Aurora.
Sighing, I looked down at myself, and regret was the last thing I felt. I should have controlled myself better, just as I had all these years. How could I have given in this way when, for once, I had such a huge opportunity within my grasp? The contacts I formed here could establish me the way I wanted to. I wouldn’t have to run to coffee shops to escape the heat because I couldn”t afford to fix the air conditioner in my apartment. Yet here I was, unusually letting lust run me, and I didn”t know how to explain it.
“Regret coming in?” he asked, and I was jolted out of my rapidly darkening thoughts. This was his fault, I decided, so I turned around once again to face his gorgeous face.
“I need to head back,” I told him, trying my very best to ignore the fact that his cock was still hanging out of his pants and still somewhat hard. He was sated. I could see it in his eyes and the gorgeous glisten of his release and mine on the satiny smooth skin. He had disposed of the condom and no doubt would rapidly be able to get another one if needed.
I found the courage to look into his eyes then, knowing that this wouldn’t happen again.
“This was good,” I told him. “But let’s, um… hopefully it won’t happen again. I mean, it definitely shouldn’t happen again. It’s extremely unprofessional on my part. You’re basically my employer.”
At my words, he didn’t respond. Instead, he seemed to go very still, and I couldn’t help the shiver that crept up my spine.
I loved it when he got this way, and at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated.
He continued to watch me while I used the time not to wait but to convince myself that it was alright to just turn around and leave. However, it was as though his gaze had me frozen, unable to move or even speak, and it terrified me that he had this kind of hold over me.
“It’s because he’s technically my employer,” I tried to convince myself. “That’s why I’m hesitant... that’s why I give a fuck.”
Thankfully and fortunately for me, and as the knock came once again followed by the handle being pulled down curiously, he responded.
While I was panicked with my heart about to leap out of my chest, he appeared calmer than ever before.
”Sure,” he said. “You can leave.”
It was what I wanted to hear, but I couldn’t help feeling dismissed, which just made me feel worse altogether. Unwilling to waste any more time, I grabbed my camera, headed over to the door, and unlocked it. I hoped with all my heart that whoever was there wasn’t still waiting. This, however, was a very far-fetched dream, and so I prepared myself to meet whomever it was with a bold face and to accept whatever consequences would arise from this, after all, I couldn’t take it back.
My hope was that it would be one of the countless servants in the house. Dressed in pristine uniforms, they seemed to be everywhere and ever busy, moving food, toiletries, and bedding from one floor to the other. Now, however, none of them were in sight. Instead, a man was before me dressed impeccably in loose slacks and a dress shirt.
He was obviously quite elderly, but his build was amazing, as though he had lived in the gym for most of his years.
I didn’t have a choice then but to meet his gaze, and although it took me a while simply because I wasn’t expecting it, I soon understood that this had to be some relative of Drake and Aurora.
He took his time in regarding me, and I was sure that he had heard most of what had happened. He had probably even been the one to send whomever else had been around away.
“Hello,” I greeted, and immediately started to hurry away, but he turned around and calmly stopped me.
“Who are you, Miss?” he asked, and I was forced to a halt. Releasing a deep, heavy breath, I turned around and just then recalled the weight of the camera in my arms.
“Photographer,” I replied, not even sure if I was saying the truth because how in the hell could I guarantee myself a job after this.
“You take some great pictures in there?” he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. I was sure that I was going to die of shame. There was simply no other way out.
“Great location,” I somehow managed to reply, and before he could ask any further questions, I turned around and scampered away.