by F. L. Jacob
“Are you talking to me?” she says while gesturing to herself, pointing directly at her over abundant cleavage. She has an accent, Irish maybe?
I nod. “Yes, sweetheart, do you have a light?”
She giggles and blushes. “No, I don’t smoke.”
My cock desperately wants to be free even more now. Irish accent, body to die for—fuck me. “I should quit anyways.” I laugh as I put the cigarette behind my ear. “What brings you to town?”
“Work.” She blushes slightly. “I’m only in town for a week. Computer stuff.”
“Hot damn, no shit.” Fuck me, I need you now.
She smiles and fidgets.
Holding out my hand to her, I start our introductions, “My name is Mark, and you are?”
That pink blush comes over her again. “Kaitlyn.” She holds her hand out to me. I grab it, pulling it up to my lips, lightly kissing the back of her hand. She takes a deep breath to try to calm herself. I’m affecting her. I bet, if we were indoors, I could smell her arousal.
“Look, you don’t know me, but I’d love to show you around, dinner maybe?” Fuck you hard against the door of your hotel room and never talk to you again.
Her smile gets wider. “I was just on my way for a late light lunch before heading back to the office. I was going to—oh where is that paper?” She digs through her bag for a small piece of paper with the name of a local deli on it. Locating it, she holds it out for me to read.
“Ah, yes. They have some great sandwiches.” I offer my arm to her, and she links hers with mine. I’ve got her now.
We make chit chat as we walk down the street just a few blocks to the deli. I pull out my phone and check the location of Bre and Sara. Still at Beth’s–good. Turning back to my date of the minute, I open the door for her, and we walk up to the counter. Never missing a beat, we order our food and continue on to pay. I start feeling around for my wallet like an idiot.
“My God, I forgot my wallet at home. How stupid.”
She giggles and pats my shoulder. “No worries, I’ve got it.”
I grab the tray and walk to the outside seating. Being past lunch but not quite dinner it’s pretty empty.
“I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?” I push out my lower lip into a full puppy dog pout.
“Of course, but you must do me one thing.”
Pulling the paper back on the sandwich I respond, “Sure, baby, what’s that?” Baby because I already forgot your name.
“Take me out tonight?”
I nearly choked on my sandwich. “What?” I said, clearing my throat.
She moves the salad around in the bowl. I like that she eats light. I like a woman that makes me feel strong. Since I didn’t answer her question, she’s looking downward and won’t make eye contact. Very good, baby girl.
“Baby, look at me.”
She glances up and her eyes are moist. God damn, she’s perfect.
I reach over and caress her chin. “Baby, I can’t tonight, but how about tomorrow?”
Shifting in her seat, she smiles. “Okay, Mark.” I cup her cheek, taking in the velvety feeling of her skin, a few seconds before going back to eat my sandwich.
I check the phone again and see they’re on the move. Fuck. Pushing my sandwich away, I look up to her. “Baby, where’s your hotel?”
Her breath catches, and I see her start breathing heavy. “Few blocks back,” she whispers.
I nod my head in that direction. “Let’s get out of here.”
She giggles as she stands up, and I stand guiding her toward the hotel. I smack her ass and give it a good squeeze as she hops, turning to walk backward. Snaking my arm around her waist, I pull her to me. She slides her hands around my neck and plays with the blond curls at the nape of my neck. A low growl comes from my throat. “Fuck, baby, my cock is so damn hard.”
I reach around and grab both of her ass cheeks in my hands. At least I’ll have a fuck buddy for a few days, and she’s hot, even better. Getting some sideways glances from us walking down the sidewalk, groping each other, I turn her down the next alleyway. I can’t wait any longer.
Taking her mouth, I devour her lips. They’re soft and smooth. The moan that she lets out vibrates into my mouth. Fuck this sensitive shit. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Walking her behind the dumpster, I back her up to the wall. She grinds herself on my cock that’s begging to be let out. Since her back is supported, I’m able to push her skirt up and let my fingers find her hot cunt. Fuck me, she’s so damn wet. I’m momentarily sidetracked by her mouth skimming its way along my jaw up to my ear.
Unzipping, I pop my cock out and slam into her. She’s so fucking slick and warm. Her velvety insides grip me. Her yell does things to me. I keep the pace up hard and quick. Feeling my balls start to squeeze to my body, I slip out of her, dropping her legs and shoving her down to her knees. She gasps at my abrupt withdrawal. I ball my hand in the red curls at the back of her head and shove her mouth over my cock. She sucks generously. It only takes a few pumps before I’m spilling my come down her throat.
“Fuck, baby, swallow it. Don’t let anything spill.”
When I’m empty, I pull her up by her hair. I know she didn’t come, but that wasn’t my point. I needed to get off, I don’t give a fuck about her.
“Thanks for that, baby. I’ll come back for you tomorrow. Same time, same deli. Got it.”
I shove myself back in my pants and kiss her cheek before she can answer. Licking my fingers that I’d shoved into her earlier, I take in her taste. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
Her surprised face turns into a devilish smile from the compliment.
I turn to leave, but before I do I stop. I wonder how far she is willing to go for me. “Baby, instead of meeting me here, I’ll meet you at the hotel. What’s your room number?”
I see her swallow hard, not sure if she should tell me. I walk back over to her, slide my hand in her hair and pull her to me, devouring her mouth. Leaving her breathless when I back away, she whispers, “Five thirty-four.”
“Good girl.” With that I turn and jog back out to the street and take off toward the SUV.
Getting in, I grab one of the cigarettes and light it up, taking a deep inhale. My phone chimes, and I remove it from my pocket. Seeing they are moving, I quickly turn out of the lot and head in that direction.
In no time their car appears in my line of sight. They have Beth with them now. I pull my sunglasses off the visor and slide them on. I keep my distance this time, so they don’t see me.
Once they are at the bridal store, I cringe. I don’t want anything to do with this. Confirming that they actually go into the store, I wait about five minutes before heading back to Beth’s apartment.
The drive over to her apartment is like second nature. All of the times I traveled between the frat house and her place with Broc, I could make this trip using only muscle memory. My supposed best friend, who fucking disappeared after shit went down with Sabrina going to Caston.
Pulling up to the front of Beth’s apartment, I park the car and take in my surroundings. The sky rumbles. Looking up, I can see a storm brewing in the distance. Sliding out of the car, I quickly make my way up to the door. Stopping before I get there, I glance behind me, making sure no one was looking. I pull out the gloves in my pocket. Sliding my hand along the top of the door jamb, my hand hits the cold metal key sitting in the same fucking place it’s been for the last three years.
A devious smile crosses my face as the key slides in to the lock and I hear it click as I turn it. Typical, not one damn thing in here has changed.
Moving around her furniture, I find her computer sitting on the coffee table. Grabbing it I quickly open it to see it immediately bring up her home screen. I laugh that people don’t even consider having a password on their personal shit, not that it would have stopped me. Installing a tracking device, I return it to its place on the table before going through some of her other belongings.
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p; Finishing up, I head to the front door. Letting myself out, I quickly make my way to the SUV and slide into the driver’s seat. The phone shows that the girls are still at the bridal salon, so I decide to head home. The weather looks like it’s going to get bad, so I’ll just continue to monitor them from my phone.
Letting myself into my condo, I unload my pockets onto the table by the door. I take a deep breath and roll my head on my shoulders. The place is quiet. Beverly must not be here.
I strip off my shirt and jeans as I walk through the condo to the bedroom. Falling on to the bed face first, I’m so exhausted sleep takes over me.
The knock at my door wakes me from my sleep. Running my hands through my hair before I rub the stubble on my chin as I walk through the beer cans and clothes thrown on the floor of my room. Yawning, I pull the door open.
“What the fuck…” I stop mid-sentence. Standing before me is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She’s obviously older, but damn is she HOT! “How you doin’?” I smirk.
“Mark, I presume?”
I prop myself on the doorframe. Her sexy body is making my cock stand at attention and being only in my boxers I have one hell of a tent going on. I cross my arms over my chest. “Who wants to know?”
Her jaw tenses, and she pushes by me. The smell of jasmine fills my nostrils and a groan leaves me. She turns around and rolls her eyes at me. “Mark, close the door.”
“You still haven’t told me who you are, beautiful.”
She steps close to me. Her head leans toward mine, and I feel the warmth of her breath on my neck. “You have something I want, and I am something you need.”
She nibbles at my ear and suddenly her hand smacks down onto my cock, sending a jolt of pain through me making me want to fall to my knees. A squeeze on my hard shaft sends another wave of pain through me, this time making me harder than I thought possible. I slide my hand into her hair and pull her back into me, taking her mouth in mine. Her tongue fights for dominancy. Finally she delivers a hot stinging slap crosses my face.
“You will call me Mistress.”
Still maintaining her hold on my cock, she leads me to my bed. She shoves me down on the mattress and stands before me, taking in her surroundings before moving to the desk. She sits gracefully in the chair, crossing her legs slowly. I groan again when I notice the lace of her stockings peeking out from the skirt that has ridden up.
“My name is Beverly Holden, but you will never call me by my real name. I need your help with something that is very near and dear to me.” Her voice is like velvet. “If you help me, I’ll allow you to have me.”
Letting out a laugh, I let my head fall back. “Look, lady, I’m not sure who you are, but I have plenty of women wanting to climb on this.”
Her face shows her disgust, and she once again rolls her eyes. “Bull shit!”
I get up and walk over to her, standing over her. Normally women cower when I do this, she didn’t even flinch.
“Sit the fuck down, NOW!”
I back up and take a seat, glancing down at my feet.
“Good boy, you may look at me again.”
Looking up, her face is still hardened.
“Beverly Holden? I don’t know that name.”
She chuckles. “I bet you know Caston Black.”
Is she serious right now? What sick joke is this? “That fucker stole my life. He took everything from me, but what’s it to you?”
A Grinch-like smile crosses her face. “More than you know. I think we can work well together. That is, if you’re willing to get your hands dirty for me.”
Beverly continues to talk about the relationship she had with Caston and how he spited her. She’s looking for revenge and explains how I come into her plan.
I scratch my chin and stand up to stretch. I pace the room, thinking about what she’s saying to me. Could I really do this?
The next pass I make by her, she grabs my cock. Completely catching me by surprise, I clinch the back of her head and shove her head onto my shaft. Her warm mouth slides up and down, making me want to fall to my knees. Before I’m able to come, she pushes me back.
“What the fuck, lady?”
“You like that? There’s more where that came from. I can definitely teach things you’ve never dreamed of. Why don’t you just say yes, pretty boy, so we can just move on with my plans?”
Nodding my head slowly, she gets up from the chair and makes her way to me, unbuttoning her top as she approaches. Using her shirt she ties my hands together before I can make a move on her.
“What the—”
“No talking.”
“But—”
SMACK. “I said no talking! You will from this point on only call me Mistress and only talk when you are being addressed. Do you understand?”
Eyes wide, I stare back at her. “What?”
She steps back and smacks me again. “I will not proceed until you address me the correct way.”
I have to have her. I’ve never been this hard in my life. “Yes—yes, Mistress.”
Her evil smile appears again. “Good boy. Let’s see how I can take care of this for you.”
She leans over me and sinks her mouth onto my cock again. I groan and let my eyes close, relishing in her expert mouth and thinking about the deal I just made with the devil.
The jingling of the phone breaks through my dream. I turn my head toward the noise and reach around, feeling next to me until I find the vibrating, annoying sound. Cracking one of my eyes open, I see that Sara’s car is on the move again. Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut again and roll over, so I can stretch before getting up. My cock is standing on high alert because of the dream I just woke from. I grab my shaft in my hand and rub it up and down. Fuck, I wish Beverly was here or the redhead. Her lips were like heaven.
Rolling off of the bed, I shuffle my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Beverly’s payments for doing her dirty work let me get a condo nicer than any place I’ve ever lived in before. The room starts to fill with steam, and I step under the stream of water. Turning my face into the hot liquid, I slowly rest my head onto the tile wall. The wheels in my head start turning on how I’m going to execute the next part of my plan.
A laugh rises up through my body at my choice of words, execute. Laughing aloud and having the sound echo through the room makes it evil sounding. I guess I am for what I have planned.
After making love to Sabrina on our beach, I lay with her resting on my chest, listening to the rain splash on the water. The sound is calming and Bre was curled into me on the verge of falling asleep. I look up into the sky and watch the rain fall down on us.
Even through the calm my mind is racing. What am I going to do about James… about Rose? How am I going to handle the situation that lies ahead of me—us now?
Sabrina shivers and curls tighter into the crook of my arm. Mindlessly, I stroke her arm and her skin relaxes under my touch. I hear an owl in the distance, and the lighting streaks across the sky again.
Shifting slightly, I grab my soaked t-shirt and pull it over Sabrina’s head before moving to stand. I pull my jeans up then crouch down to her. Pushing her soaked hair off her forehead, her eyes meet mine. I smile and think how perfect life is with her. She takes in a deep breath when I lean over to place a kiss where my fingers just passed. I scoop her up into my arms, and she laces her hands around my neck.
I slowly make my way back to the house. Terrance meets me halfway with a blanket to wrap around Sabrina.
“Thank you, Terrance.”
He nods. “I have James in the den waiting for you. Bruce, the new hire that will be helping with security around the office, is waiting with him.”
We turn to continue walking to the house in silence. Reaching the French doors, Terrance opens them for me. I step into the house and head for the stairs.
“I’ll be back down in a few minutes. Let me get her settled. Please, let James know.”
“Yes, sir.”
Terr
ance takes off in the opposite direction, and I start the climb to our room.
Once in our room, I lay her on the bed. I place a chaste kiss on her lips before I step away to grab a towel to dry her hair.
Returning to her, I see Sabrina has discarded my shirt and her ivory skin has a beautiful gleam to it. Sitting beside her, I slowly start to towel dry her hair by separating sections and blotting them lightly.
I lift her into my chest and start rubbing her shoulders before sliding my hands down the front of her body to knead her breasts. Her head falls back on my shoulder, but her eyes stay shut. I lean forward and kiss her. Her lips part, letting our tongues dance over each other. I pull away, guiding her down to the pillow again and bring the covers up over her sexy body before tucking her in.
“Stay.” The word is breathless, barely a whisper.
Tucking her locks behind her ear, I lean down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Mmm hum…” she mumbles incoherently, “Caston?”
“Yes, baby. What do you need?” I whisper.
“I want to set a date.”
Smiling, I kiss her forehead. “In the morning. Sleep now.”
I’ve been asking her to set a date for a while now, but she was reluctant because of how she walks. Today must have been good for her to feel comfortable enough to set a date. I’m elated that she’s finally ready, but it’s late, and she can barely stay awake. She shifts and slides further down into the sheets.
Pushing my hands through my hair, I walk into my closet to grab dry clothes before heading back down to James. Collecting my thoughts, I finally head toward the den.
Terrance and Bruce stand by the door until I walk in.
“I’ll only be a minute, then you can show Mr. Holden out of my house.”
Terrance steps away, nodding his understanding.
James sits up straighter when I walk toward him. I have so many thoughts going through my head. I’m not even sure where to start, or if I even want too.
