by JA Low
“You taste like sunshine.”
Audrey’s eyes fly open as she watches me in fascination suck my fingers dry capturing every drop of her. She bites her bottom lip, but I can see in the way her blue eyes flare with excitement that she likes it.
“I need you, Stirling.” Her words are almost breathless.
“Don’t worry little one I’m all yours.” Slowly moving up her body before I capture her lips with my own. Our kiss turns into an entanglement of limbs and lips as we devour each other as we roll around on the bed. Audrey pins me underneath her as her lips press feather light kiss from my mouth all the way down my body as she makes her way south.
“Don’t think you need these anymore.” She pushes the elastic down on my pajama bottoms and frees me. My dick hits my stomach with a slap which has her giggling.
“A woman should never laugh when she’s face to face with a man’s dick.” Audrey looks up from between my thighs and grins.
“Sorry. Let me say there is nothing funny about your dick. It’s glorious.” Not sure if I’ve ever heard my dick be called glorious before but I’ll take it. Then her lips wrap around the tip, and I’m done for. My fingers sink into the covers of my bed as my back arches pushing me further down her throat. It’s as if I’ve slipped into madness as her lips glide along my length, my dick throbs with each breath she takes and it’s excruciating because all I want to do is thrust myself deep down her throat, but I don’t know yet how far I can push her. I stare down and watch Audrey’s bobbing head between my thighs, and I swear my dick thickens as I watch the show. Never in my life did I ever think we would be here. Late at night, this exact scenario has had me busting my nut in minutes and now here she is, and I better not explode early. Audrey’s mouth sinks over me, and I can feel the back of her throat and I’m done for. My dick twitches and if she keeps this up, I’m not going to last, I push myself a little bit more because I don’t want the sensation to stop.
Gently I move Audrey’s face from my dick, her mouth falls from it with a pop. And she looks a little confused.
“I don’t want to come down your throat yet,” I say, giving her grin. She crawls back up over me and kisses me. I roll her over so that I am back in control and press myself against her fabric clad pussy. “These have to go.” Reaching around with one hand I unclasp her bra and she throws it to the floor. Then she goes to take off her underwear, but I halt her.
“Let me fuck you in it.” Nothing sexier than pulling the fabric to the side while I sink deep inside of her. It feels dirtier somehow.
“Tell me you have protection,” she asks.
“Yes, top drawer.” Looking over at my bedside table, she pulls open the draw and digs around before pulling one out and throwing it at me. “Suit up.” She grins. I kick off my pants and do what the lady tells me to do, she watches in fascination as I sheath myself.
“Turn around, Aud. I’m going to fuck you now.” Rolling her over. Her peachy ass is on display to me as she moves to all fours. My hands run along the silky skin, then my fingers sink in which brings a groan from her lips. I run my fingers between her folds to make sure she is ready for me and then I slide in, inch by inch into heaven. Fuck she feels so tight from this position, her inner walls crush down on me, and I’m done for. She arches her back and I sink deeper inside of her. Fuck. I pull out ever so slowly which makes her hum then push back into her. I do it over and over again. My fingers grip onto her ass as I thrust into her. Then her words from the other night when she confessed that she wanted to know what it was like to be spanked enter my mind. My hand comes down against her ass and she screams with surprise before it turns into a moan.
“You like that, little one?”
“Yes.” She hums.
My hand comes down on the other cheek and I can feel her get wetter. I continue to spank her until she is a withering mess underneath me. I’m not far from coming, so I wrap my hand around her long ponytail and pull her back to my front, sinking deeper into her. My mouth lands on her neck and my teeth sink into her skin as my strokes become frantic, chasing that high that I know is within my grasp until I can’t go any higher and I tumble over the edge into oblivion.
Both of us are an exhausted mess as I finally come back to earth. Slowly I pull myself out of her and dispose of the condom, before collapsing beside her. I reach out and pull her to me and she snuggles into my chest.
“Wow,” she mumbles against my chest. Wow indeed. That was amazing. We have well and truly crossed that line. We’ve kicked Pandora’s box wide open. Now I guess we have to deal with what comes next, whatever that may be.
“Come, let’s have a shower.” Her eyes flutter shut before she starts to move with a groan. I jump out first and get the shower ready for her. I watch as she walks confidently toward me naked, she’s kicked off her knickers and jumps in as if we have been doing this for years. It feels almost natural.
“Oh wow, this shower is amazing.” She sighs as the jets hit her back. I reach out and start massaging her tight muscles. “Yes.” She hums as my fingers work their magic. “If you keep treating me this good, I don’t know if I want to leave.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I don’t want her to leave but because I’m chicken shit I don’t say a thing. I turn her around and kiss her instead. We spend the next ten minutes lathering each other up which is code for groping the hell out of each other under the guise of a shower before we rinse ourselves off. We’ve worked each other up all over again and I’m hoping round two is in our future. I jump out and grab her a fluffy white towel from the warming rack and wrap it around her, then I do the same for myself.
We walk back into my bedroom, and she stills before the bed. She turns around and her brows crease together
“Is everything okay?” Looking down at her.
“What happens now?” she asks.
“I was hoping for a round two, then sleep, then maybe round three and then breakfast. Because I know what you’re like when you get hangry. And then maybe spend the rest of the day in bed.” She nods, taking in my ideas.
“But I can’t stay,” she tells me and those words are like a sucker punch to the guts. She is not into this as much as I am, I’m now realizing. This was a booty call. “Hey.” She reaches out and notices my mood change. “Not because I don’t want to. Because I do,” she states brightly. “It’s because I told Mom I was going out for a little bit and she’s wanting to catch up and you know.” She rambles. Oh, of course Marjorie would want time with her daughter. She lets out a heavy sigh. “I need my own place.” She grins. “Then I wouldn’t have to leave so soon.”
“I can help you if you want?” I offer. She stills putting her underwear back on.
“That would be awesome. Usually, I’d call Rhys for this kind of stuff because he knows all about real estate and deals.” Audrey clips her bra back on.
“Maybe we could do dinner or something. We can go over what you’re looking for.” Audrey tilts her head as if thinking it over.
“That sounds nice.” Audrey smiles, as she turns her back to me and grabs her shredded dress. She does up a couple of buttons that still cling to the fabric and bends over grabbing her jacket from the floor. “Thanks for tonight.” She walks toward me and places a kiss on my cheek. “Call me.” And then she’s gone.
And I’m standing there wondering what the hell happened?
21
Audrey
Okay. It wasn’t my finest moment the other night hightailing it out of Stirling’s apartment like I did. All because I didn’t want anything to be awkward between us now. Especially not after bits of us have been inside of the other. I didn’t want to put him under any pressure thinking that because we slept together I was going to fall madly in love with him and expect a commitment from him. I know men think that’s what happens when they give a woman orgasms but most of us can tell the difference between a booty call and a relationship. Stirling did look surprised that after everything I chose to go home that night. I think it was the
right thing to do, plus Mom was insistent she wanted to hang out and have girl time and chat about the David drama. Now don’t get me wrong, what Stirling proposed, a night filled with more hot sex and then breakfast in the morning before spending the rest of the day in bed was an offer too good to refuse. And, I thought about not refusing but in the end my head won out over my lady bits which is kind of stupid and very adult like. Urgh, does that mean I’m growing up. Ew. Probably for the best because in all honesty if I had stayed, I would never have left. Stirling would have kept me prisoner with his orgasms … so why the hell did I leave again?
“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you.” Rainn greets me with a warm hug, it’s only been a week since London. Rainn’s walked up from her home in the Village to me in Chelsea which isn’t far. Rainn loves trawling flea markets and farmer’s markets, she’s opened my eyes having me traipse around stalls together. Nell isn’t into the scene as much, so she meets us later back uptown when we’re done. “How have you been?” She links her arm with mine as we begin walking through the busy stalls of the markets. The noise, the smells, the bargains it’s all very exciting.
“Good. I’ve been helping Mom with the finishing touches for the foundation’s ball that’s coming up. That’s been keeping me busy and my mind off things,” I explain to her while we stop and look at some handmade jewelry.
“Have you heard from David or Dior since coming home?” Rainn asks, as he holds up a gorgeous silver choker against her neck.
“Nope. I’ve blocked them both on all my socials,” I tell her, running my fingers over a stunning silver cuff.
“Apparently they are dating now.” Rainn drops that bombshell. Are they serious? I turn and look at her. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to know. But I thought you should know in case you saw something,” she explains.
“Show me,” I tell her. Rainn’s eyes widen as she gives me a look of are you sure, before she pulls out her phone and shows me their joint statement.
We understand that our relationship started in an unconventional way and that we hurt a lot of people in the process. But we couldn’t keep what was in our hearts a secret anymore. David and I have been friends for a very long time and over the years we have always been close. It wasn’t until we started working together that we realized the real depth of our feelings for one another. Unfortunately, in the process of working out what we truly wanted we hurt others along the way. And for that David and I are truly sorry. But in the end, we had to follow our hearts and that had ultimately led us to each other.
I love you, so much, David. You have been my rock during this turbulent time, and I know once we have weathered this storm our relationship will only grow stronger. We want to thank all our supporters for staying with us during this time, we don’t deserve your loyalty, but we cherish it so much more.
Watch this space David and I will be back better than ever.
Love you all
Dior
Xoxo
“I want to gag,” I tell Rainn after reading their statement. “It’s all fucking bullshit.” My stomach twisting and turning in knots. “You know they are only doing this because of all the backlash from brands and the public.”
“People will see through this PR stunt for what it is,” Rainn tries to reassure me.
“Do you think so?” I ask, as I play with the silver cuff again. Maybe I need some retail therapy to calm my nerves.
“Truthfully, no. They are going to profit from this and ride that gravy train all the way to the bank,” Rainn tells me honestly. And I agree with her. Everyone loves drama in this community, they thrive off it especially something as scandalous as a sex tape. Most influencers are hustlers looking for the next thing that will propel them and grab them millions more followers and this scandal has done exactly that for Dior and David. And now them joining together like some influencer super couple. Ew, gag. They are going to work as hard as they can to make as much money from this before, they decide that they are better off as friends.
“I’m going to take it.” I turn to the designer and buy the silver cuff. Screw, them. I am not going to let them destroy my retail high.
We spend the next couple of hours walking around the stalls before heading uptown to meet with Nell at L’avenue at Saks. We walk into the 1940’s inspired ski chalet bar which is situated on the eighth floor of the store and find her sitting by herself on a caramel leather crescent shaped booth, she is furiously tapping away on her phone till she notices Rainn and I walking in. A wide smile falls across her face as she gets up and greets us with kisses on each of our cheeks.
“I’ve missed you girlies.” She squeals with delight, as we each take a seat. It’s only been a week. Honestly, we don’t have codependency issues. Okay, maybe a little.
“I have some news for you both.” Nell looks at us both and she looks like she is about to burst, as she jiggles up and down in the chair.
“Tell us woman.” The suspense is killing me.
“I pitched to Mom my design ideas for her equestrian clothing brand, and she loved them.” We all squeal with delight for Nell, she has been trying for the past year to show her mom that she is committed to taking over her luxury brand but her mom’s a complete control freak and doesn’t want to relinquish control of the business to Nell until she’s proven herself to her. This last year in between partying and vacationing, Nell has secretly been taking fashion design classes from a good friend of ours Yvette Sanchez, who’s based in Paris. We stumbled upon her store one weekend when we got lost in Paris and it was stunning. It was all classical glamour mixed with modern twist, her showroom was made for selfies and when we shared images from our weekend which included her store people began clamoring for her designs. And since that weekend Yvette has kept in touch with the three of us and we formed a tight business and personal bond through the experience.
“I explained how I wanted to expand her brand from out of the traditional equestrian scene and move into a more contemporary one. Starting with outfits fit for polo parties. We all know when polo season hits the calendar is jam packed with events and some events have a strict traditional dress code.” I am so happy for her; she has worked hard creating this line. “Yvette and I will be working on this first line together as a collaboration until I can take over full time.”
“We need to celebrate. Let’s grab a bottle of champagne,” Rainn suggests, as she calls over one of the staff and orders a bottle for the table.
“Does this mean you have to move to Paris?” The question popping into my mind.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you girls about.” Nell’s face falls. “Yvette offered me an internship if I got the green light from my family for the summer. I kind of want to take it.” Oh my gosh, yes. Who would be turning down this opportunity to go to Paris for the Summer?
“You need to take this. This is huge,” I say, reassuring my friend.
“We will pop over and visit you,” Rainn adds.
“You girls sure?”
“Yes!” Rainn and I say together.
“Here’s to Nell being a boss bitch in Paris.” I raise a toast in my best friend’s honor.
22
Stirling
It’s been a week since Audrey and I have hooked up and I still haven’t heard from her. This isn’t like me to worry about a woman not calling me back, it’s usually me who’s busy and forgets to do the calling. I’m not sure if I like it. My phone rings and for a moment I think it might be Audrey but it’s my brother, Miles.
“Hey, it’s been a while,” I say, answering my brother’s call. “How you doing?”
“Good. Busy. I need your help.” Miles never asks for my help for anything.
“Sure, what is it?” As I begin to pace around my apartment.
“I’ve been nominated for this award…” he begins.
“You got nominated for an award? That’s so amazing. Congrats.” Feeling proud of my brother.
“Thanks. But I have nothing nice to w
ear. I haven’t been in a suit in forever and the nurses have told me I should dress nice as the award is a big deal.” Wasn’t expecting my brother to come to me for fashion advice. “One of girls at the office has made a booking today at Saks for a personal shopper in some private suite.” I can’t help but chuckle. “Hey, they were trying to help out,” he tells me.
“And how do you need my help exactly?”
“You wear suits all the time. I thought you might be more knowledgeable on the subject.” He grumbles. Maybe it’s what I need to get my mind off Audrey.
“Fine, I’ll meet you there. But you owe me a beer,” I tell him.
“Done,” he agrees, hanging up on me.
After spending way too much time trying on clothes, I’m starved. Who knew my brother couldn’t make a decision when it comes to fashion but in an ER, he can easily make a lifesaving decision without hesitation?
“You really do deserve a beer after that.” Miles claps me on the back. “The sales assistant recommended L’Avenue on the eighth floor to grab something to eat. I don’t care as long as I can get something to drink. We make our way up to the restaurant; we take a couple of steps into the mountain inspired bar area and immediately our attention is pulled by the sound of women laughing. The last person I thought I would be running into today would be Audrey.
“Isn’t that Audrey and her friends?” Miles points out moments after I notice.
“Looks like it.” My brother narrows his eyes on me.
“What’s going on?” he questions me.
“Nothing,” I answer rather quickly. What is it with my brothers and their nosiness in my business?
“Let’s go over and say hi then?” Miles grins as he turns to walk toward their table. My hand reaches out and halts him, he looks down at my grip before looking back up at me with a frown.
