Chapter 2
HARRISON
It is the first time I’ve felt alive in months. Since selling my brownstone in NYC. Since heading back upstate to build the media, motion picture and advertising conglomerate. And since deciding NYC must be the media capital of the world, again.
Not places like LA, Canada, or the UK, where all kinds of media, movies and entertainment are now being created.
My aim is to help finance media, movies, and to fuse entertainment with advertising. To make financing media and movies safer, and to remove almost all risk.
I had stopped having sex because it didn’t fire me up anymore. It had lost its edge. I had shunned the urge to give in to it.
That was then, and this is now.
As we run quickly across the small and dark, wet town, I take another look at her.
She has wavy dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and one of those cute button noses. She is cute, likely in her late twenties, and her energy is calming. She moves confidently; she is curvy and hot. She also has a cute as fuck fringe.
I’m more used to skinny catwalk types, but she is on another level, even if she looks like she doesn’t really try.
Her lips are so kissable, and her full breasts are making me hard again just thinking about them.
I’ve mostly dated West Coast types, but I’m sick of plastic Barbie models. I also bedded a fair percentage of Manhattan while living there, clubbing, and wasting my twenties.
Wasting is not a hundred percent accurate.
I created three of the biggest film and media companies in the US, and I am still the CEO of them.
Thunder rumbles, and we both look up as more rain comes down. Headlights catch us, and a horn blasts loudly.
“Come on!” I yell, grabbing her hand.
We cut down an alley off the street, and I can hear the jock thugs making chase again.
Running is not my style, but I have her with me now.
I feel like a coward, but there is a time and place for everything. I still need to come in her. Fighting can come after that. A long time after.
Reaching the end of the alley, we peer out. A jeep is waiting in the distance, and I recognize one of the bloodied jocks from the bar.
I pull on her hand, and we cut down another side alley. I am losing interest in this bullshit cat-and-mouse game fast. If we find a safe place, I am in.
We stick to the shadows, moving fast. Her eyes are big, and she looks nervous.
“Relax, you’re with me,” I say, low.
Reaching the end, we ease out. The jeep, and now another car turn, both heading our way. One is at each end of the dark, wet street. There are no law enforcement types around and no people out in the storm. There is, however, what looks like a high-class hotel across the road.
If we make it inside and they have a room…
“Come on!” I growl as I run and yank her hand.
The girl stays close, and she doesn’t trip. As we get closer, lightning flashes, so I grab her for safety. It is wet, it is slippery, and it is bad timing.
The vehicles race down the street towards us, and the entitled, polo-shirt-wearing morons yell loudly.
We just make it, and we run inside the lobby. Inside, we shake the rain from our hair. The conservative hotel is dark and cozy. It is also extremely classy. As a gentleman in uniform walks over, I tilt my head quickly. I also give him a serious look.
“Sir.”
He eyes us, unsure what our business is.
The girl with me slows, hesitant, but I walk confidently to the receptionist. “Good evening. What rooms do you have available?” The receptionist looks me up and down. “Rooms!” I command firmly. I am wet, and I have no time to waste.
She looks down to the computer and raises a brow arrogantly. “Sir, we are fully booked, we only, well, you wouldn’t want to…”
“Speak?”
“We have a suite on the roof, but it is five thousand a night.”
I hand her one of my cards. “I’ll take it.”
“But, Sir…”
“And we need two hot coffees, a bottle of… Veuve Clique champagne, and a bottle of Macallan Sherry Oak 18.”
A gentleman near the receptionist leans in. “Sir, that whisky will be over five hundred alone.”
My hot, wet stranger walks closer, shivering.
“Correct. Now, we are cold. Process the card.”
The receptionist spins a form, and I start to fill it out. She handles my card, checks the document, and slides me a room card. “There we are, Mr. King.”
The suite is classy, and it reminds me of my favorite in the Waldorf Astoria in NYC. It is, above all, warm, and we are safe.
The wet stranger and I remove our clothes, and I turn on the shower. The girl is smart, and she heads straight for it, disappearing into the steam.
There is a knock at the door, and I yank a white robe over my toned body. A trolley with hot coffees, champagne, whisky, ice, and chocolates is wheeled in, and I sign for it.
After letting the man out, I notice the bathroom door is wide open. Disrobing, I wheel the fancy trolley in. My cock is thickening again, and I stand next to the huge open shower.
“The bar is officially open. What would Madam like?”
Samantha leans out and giggles. “A glass of both, but whisky first to warm.”
Nodding, I realize I like her style.
After pouring small glasses of whisky and champagne, I push the trolley around the glass shower side.
With the wide glass door open, we have the bar just outside the shower. Taking both whiskies, I step into the large marble shower stall. The hot stranger takes one, and we sip. We warm as we admire each other’s bodies.
“So, is this half-time?” she asks.
“Something like that,” I say, my voice getting husky.
“Good,” she says, her eyes twinkling over the crystal.
She steps forward, and I wrap a hand around her neck. I pull her to my mouth and start to devour her.
After a long shower and me washing every inch of her, we dry off.
I then take her face in my hands and hold it. I make love to her mouth, and I plunder it with my hungry, strong tongue. She moans, and I lift her up.
I carry her now warm, dry body to the four-poster bed. After laying her down, I run my dark eyes over every inch of her. I finish on her perfect, glistening folds before returning to those memorable big brown eyes.
Tonight will be the last sex I have in months. Six months, to be precise. I need extreme focus for my upcoming project, and I will not be distracted.
But tonight…
Tonight, I will not hold back.
I will do wicked, sinful things to her, and I will do them to every part of her. On top of the car, under the stars, with the rain and drama, was intense. It was also fucking.
But now… Now, I will create art.
I start on her dirty, full lips, kissing them softly. I also kiss slowly as if time does not exist. As I work my way down her neck, she starts to whimper and fist the sheets. I pull at her hard nipples with my lips and teeth. She moans and fists my hair.
I reach down to her wetness, and she arches her back. As I start to circle her clit, she reaches desperately for my aching, hard cock.
I soon have her begging, and she is panting and drenched. “Please, now,” she says greedily, “fuck me.”
I lean over and roll on a condom.
As I slide back between her thighs, she helps me line up at her seam. Our eyes meet, and her mouth is open, her lower lip low. I swipe my crown against her slickness, and then I slide straight in.
The stranger moans and freezes as I penetrate her wet pussy, stretching her.
After driving all the way in, I let her breathe again.
We then start to move together.
Somehow, we find flow fast, and I plunder her mouth with my tongue. She fists my hair again with one hand while the other pulls my butt into her.
It does not take long before we are both gasping, panting, and close. I now need one thing. I need her to come for me before I consider doing the same.
As I get her closer, the violent storm blows the wooden balcony doors open.
Wind and leaves fly in, but I will not stop for anything. It is also hot. Hot as fuck.
“Come for me.” Her eyes look cloudy. “Come for me!” I command.
She nods and bites her lip. She is at the edge, just where I need her to be. I tease her, again and again, and then she starts to lose it.
Enough torture. She needs to cross, and she needs to explode. I work her clit faster, and I drive into her wet core. Holding her chin, I see the moment in her eyes.
Suddenly, she clenches around me, and she gasps and moans.
Her body shakes, spasms, and tightens; she looks like she has seen God.
Her legs shake as if she has lost control. Her body then twists and warps as bliss shoots through her.
Her clenching around me forces me to come, and I pump into her, claiming her as mine in the storm. And as I hold her below me, my jaw locks, and we come together. Hard. Passionately. Powerfully.
We drink champagne to cool down, and we catch our breath. As Sam lies back down on the huge bed, I suckle on her dark nipples.
Her desire awakens again, like mine, and after she pleads, I pull on another condom. I slide my way in, claiming her again.
After getting her panting and desperate, I yank her on top of me. I want a show, and I want to see what she has.
The vixen rides me, and how she wants to. She is good. No. She is spectacular. I play with her nipples as she grinds down. She then squats on me and pumps fast. I’ve never had anyone like her, and maybe I never will.
It’s erotic to fuck someone so free. It is also rare and disturbing. Disturbing because it has to end.
Tomorrow.
I hold her hips as she slams down again and again. Then I twirl her nipples while one hand thumbs her slick clit. She starts to buck above me, and then suddenly, she stops and explodes.
She moans loudly above me, throwing her head back. She is spectacular, and I thumb her lower lip. As she sucks it into her mouth, she grinds down on my thick, hard cock.
I let her catch her breath, and her sinful eyes are full of lust. She wants more.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Say it,” I command.
The wicked stranger climbs slowly off me, her eyes never leaving mine.
She kneels in front of me and moves her hot, curvy butt slowly. Our eyes are still locked, and she is still panting.
“Say it,” I command.
“Fuck me,” she says between breaths.
“Louder,” I command, rolling up and needing to stretch her.
“Fuck me!”
“Good girl,” I say, lining up and placing a hand on her butt.
I swipe my crown against her swollen slick lips and then her sensitive clit. She whimpers and fists the sheets. I drive into her hard, holding her hips. I next twist her long hair, hold it in one hand, and control her.
Now covered in sweat and knowing this will be the last time I come in the woman and ever see her, I do not hold back.
The delight throws me a look, and her mouth is open, her eyes amazed. She looks as if she thinks I’m crazy, but I don’t care. I am in heaven, and I cannot stop now.
Her eyes hold mine, showing wonder.
Ecstasy.
Bliss.
I continue, and I try to generate the best orgasm I will ever have.
I also have a weird thought. That there is a chance. A small chance that just maybe, this time, I met my match.
As I speed up, she unravels, bucks, and moans. She then comes. And she comes for me. As she does, she clamps around my thick cock. I buck, and stars shoot through every cell in my body. As I am shot full of bliss, and sparks explode in my soul, I yank on her hair.
As hot cum pumps out of me, I hold her, bucking and writhing on the end of my cock.
I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life.