by Angela Blake
“Close the windows,” she said when she was able to catch her breath. Tom quickly followed her request and raised his tinted windows up. Once Selena was sure they had some privacy she took off her top and began to grind her body against his.
Tom marveled at the sight of her body. She was the spitting image of seduction and he couldn’t get his eyes off of her breasts, her neck and her face. “Selena, you are absolutely gorgeous.”
She smiled back and continued to kiss him. His lips began to roam as soon as she was closer, traversing from her lips to her neck. Once she felt his warm breath on her neck Selena began to moan out softly and her voice only seemed to turn him on even more.
Soon his hands were all over her, caressing and squeezing every bit of flesh he could get his hands on. Selena was not one to let down, however, and she quickly undid the zipper of his pants and reached in for his throbbing, anxious member.
The moment her hands clamped down on him Tom looked up into her eyes and once again she could see the fires of the beast coming alive. She began to stroke his cock, watching in excitement as each touch revved him up like an engine ready to explode forward.
“Fuck me,” she cooed into his ear and the words seemed like an explosion, setting him off.
Tom quickly grabbed her and wriggled her out of her jeans. Once she was free she positioned herself on his lap and slowly slid his manhood into her flesh, allowing it to go in gently at first as it pushed past her folds. Selena was already wet and anxious and it didn’t take much effort for Tom to find his way in. Soon enough he had her right where he wanted and he began to thrust his hips upward.
“Shit,” Selena whispered as she felt the full force of his cock rip right into her. She felt his hands wrap around her body and begin to pump her up and down as he thrust in a steady rhythm. The whole car began to sway a little, following the beat of their bodies.
Yet it all felt right. Selena lost herself in the moment and let go of all her inhibitions. She cherished the moment as she felt Tom’s hands grab her and claim her as his own. She reveled in the satisfaction of feeling his cock thrive inside her flesh, pumping like an animal into her with no indication of stopping. Their bodies had melded into one and her mind was spinning in a thousand different directions.
When she came, it took Tom only a matter of seconds to follow. This time, he did not pull out and she felt his warm seed fill her up from the inside. It was an explosion of ecstasy that blew her mind out of her skull and back.
Out of breath, she leaned in forward and rested her head on his shoulder, with his cock still inside her.
“Tom,” she whispered.
“Yes?” he responded as he hugged her and combed her hair with his hand.
“Thank you.”
“Not ‘I love you?’”
Selena grinned, “We’ll get to that in due time. Maybe.”
“You’re tempted to say it though,” he told her with a chuckle.
“I was tempted to say it, Tom Sellick,” she admitted, “but not today.”
Tom kept her in his arms and he let them rest, seated in the back of his car, as the sun went down and the snow began to fall a little thicker than before. He loved the image, picturing himself keeping her in this strange little paradise, and didn’t want to let go so soon.
“Will I see you again?” he had to ask.
“I don’t know, will you see me again?” Selena replied and he knew what she meant.
“Tomorrow?”
“I need to apply somewhere else tomorrow,” she told him. “So if you can help me get around town, sure, why not tomorrow. Well, unless you’re busy and all.”
Tom lifted her chin up with his finger and gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Not busy at all. I think this is the start of something really special.”
“Or it could be the beginning of our descent into madness,” she stated.
“Only one way to find out.”
“Only one way to find out,” she said as she closed her eyes and hoped that she made the right choice. For better or worse, she had tied herself to the life of Tom Sellick and only time will tell what would become of her decision. So far, however, she was in euphoria and if it all ended in madness she could still say she had this one good day.
THE END
Tainted Billionaire
Chapter One
Nicole looked at her friend, Melanie. The latter was across the table, sitting on a guy’s lap, holding a bottle of beer. The man’s hand was crawling all over her, groping Melanie’s breasts and thigh. Melanie didn’t seem to mind. She loved the extra attention he was giving her.
“Hey, feeling a little lonely?” a voice asked from behind.
Nicole turned and saw a man standing by her side, offering her a bottle. Smiling, Nicole took the offer and scooted over to the side. He quickly sat down beside her.
“New guy, meet Melanie and Danny,” Nicole introduced as she pointed to her friend and the man she was flirting with. “Melanie, Danny, the new guy.”
“I’m Michael,” the new guy introduced himself. He gave a simple nod off to Danny and Melanie before he turned his attention to Nicole. “Thanks, by the way. I was hoping we could sit down, drink and talk for a little while.”
Nicole smiled back at him and then said, “Well, I was starting to feel out of place here. She’s got his hands all over her. I got nothing.”
“Makes me wonder,” Michael told her. “You’re one hot little chick so I’m kind of surprised no one else approached.”
“You think I’m hot?”
He raised a finger and toyed with her orange-red hair, “Of course you are. I mean, look at you. You got gorgeous green eyes, fiery hair, your skin is like milk and you got the body of a bombshell. You’re like a walking sex goddess.”
“Woah, slow down,” Nicole said with a chuckle. “I get it, I make you horny. Petite girls do that. Don’t worry, I ain’t offended. At least someone thinks I’m gorgeous.”
Michael laughed and took a big gulp from his own drink before he said, “Does that justify the boner I have in my pants right now?”
“A big guy like you? Aren’t you hard like all the time, even when looking at a wall?”
Michael laughed again, “That’s a tough thing to say to a guy. I’m not a pervert or anything like that.”
“But you still go to bars hoping to find a drunk, easy woman to fuck?” Nicole followed up with another question. She wasn’t going to let him into her pants that easily, even when she felt warm and in need of a man’s touch.
“Maybe,” Michael answered, “or maybe I was just hoping to find someone just as lonely as I am.”
She looked at him as he said this and for the first time in the few minutes he had been there she finally got a better look at him. Michael was tall, almost six-feet-four, and had a beautiful light tan to his skin. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes and a neatly kept five o’clock beard trimming his chin. He was honestly quite handsome.
“Melanie already looks quite busy,” Nicole whispered into Michael’s ear. “How ‘bout you and I sneak off and give them some space?”
He put his bottle down, took Nicole’s hand and then led her away from the table. Nicole turned back one time to check on her friend. She saw Melanie waving good-bye while kissing Danny.
He led her to his car, parked right outside the club. Inside, the loud music and stench of alcohol and cigarettes died away. They stepped into the passenger seats and quickly she leaned in close to him, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped her with his arms.
Oddly enough, it felt comfortable.
“Thank you,” Nicole told him. “To be honest, this is my last night free.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Work,” she replied. “I’m down to my last credit card. I need to start job hunting again in the morning. I figured me and Melanie could waste our last extra cash on a dance and some drinks.”
Michael began to caress her head and hair with his hand, “I guess I’m l
ucky then. I got into the right place at the right time.”
“You definitely gave me the drink,” Nicole whispered. “Let’s get onto the dance part.”
Michael watched as Nicole sat up and moved up to sit on his lap. In the dark he could barely see her but he did see the outline of her body as she began to remove her clothes. The mere sight of her skin made his heart beat a little faster and when he laid sight on her breasts, even in the dark, he felt his blood rushing in anticipation.
Hungrily, he grabbed her in an embrace and pulled her close. Without thinking he began to nibble and kiss her neck, going up to her ear and to her lips, as she grinded her body against his. He didn’t even notice she had slid her mini-skirt off and was rubbing her bare pussy against his crotch.
She wanted his warmth. She loved every moment she felt his hands on her body. When he undid his zipper and she caught hold of his manhood she felt nothing but ecstasy and excitement flooding her senses.
The warm of his lips and his tongue on her flesh made her squirm and moan. Perhaps someone saw them outside. Perhaps no one did. She didn’t care at this point. In the morning, he’d leave her and life would be the same as if nothing happened. All she cared about at this point was the pleasure of his body against hers.
Nicole took his throbbing rod into her hands and guided it into her flesh. She descended down onto his lap, easing his manhood deep into her as it tore through her aching and wet pussy, and lost her mind.
Chapter Two
Nicole woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a strange bed. It was covered in an exquisite comforter and a thick duvet underneath. When she looked around, she discovered that the bedroom was larger than her whole apartment. It even had its own fireplace and a dark, beautiful carpet. To one side she saw a door to a bathroom and a separate powder room. To another side she saw a slightly closed door. It was from this direction she could smell the aroma of breakfast.
She slowly crept out of bed and discovered she had nothing to wear. All of her clothes from the night before were nowhere to be found. She looked into one of the closets, in which she saw a plethora of male clothing, but fortunately managed to find a dark blue bathing robe that was long enough to cover her private parts. She quickly tied it around her waist and walked out the door.
Outside the bedroom she found a long hallway. She passed by a couple of doors but they were all shut and she didn’t want to discover who might be inside the rooms. Instead, she simply followed the aroma and eventually walked into a gorgeous kitchen.
The kitchen had black and white marble tiles and a large island table close to a long counter filled with numerous cooking utensils and appliances. She spotted a bar with tall barstools. At one end was a pair of ovens and a stove.
Cooking at this end was Michael, clad only in a pair of boxers and a white tank top.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he told her the moment he saw her walk in. “I thought you’d be in bed a while longer. I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.”
“Whose house did we break into last night?” Nicole asked as she took a barstool and sat close to Michael as he cooked. “Where the heck are we?”
Michael smiled and then waved a finger mindlessly to their surroundings, “Didn’t we have this conversation last night?”
“I was wasted,” she explained. “I’m sorry if I seem a little ditzy right now.”
Michael nodded and looked at her as he explained, “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Nicole’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Yeah, you did that too last night,” Michael exclaimed as he focused his attention back to his cooking. “Come on, do I really not look like the kind of guy that would own this sort of house?”
Nicole looked at him, took a glance at the kitchen around her and then back at him. “No, you definitely do not strike me as that kind of guy.”
“Well, what kind of guy do I strike you as?”
“The sort that drives trucks all night for weeks?” Nicole answered. “I also thought military man or someone who worked on boats like a crab fisher or something. You got this really big body so I immediately thought of physical labor of some sort.”
Michael laughed and shook his head, “Well, I just like to keep in shape. If I didn’t I’d look like a really tall, lanky pencil. To be honest I own a consolidation corporation. You know White Eagle Corp. right?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, how old are you?” Nicole just couldn’t believe what she was looking at. How could a guy like this, so young and smoking hot, be this successful? By the sheer look and size of his house he must have been a multi-millionaire or even a billionaire.
“Thirty-one,” he answered. “You? Oh god, please tell me I didn’t sleep with a minor.”
She laughed and shook her head, “Fortunately for you, I’m turning twenty-eight soon.”
“Really? When?”
Nicole watched as he flipped one of the sunny side-up eggs perfectly, “On Monday. I was hoping to get a job as a birthday gift to myself.”
Michael took one of the cooked eggs, placed it on a plate and served it with toasted bread and butter. He headed over to the counter, took a knife and fork, and a mug. Before heading back to Nicole he filled the mug with coffee out of a brewer and then served it all to Nicole.
She took a single sip of coffee and reached for sugar, “Wow, that’s strong.”
He handed her a small jar of sugar that had a teaspoon inside. “Damn, I need to get you something for your birthday then,” he said. “Want to go out later? I don’t usually head out to the mall but this is a special occasion.”
She nearly choked when she heard his offer, “Wait, what? Oh, no need for anything like that. I just want to get ready for job-hunting later and all. That’s my only thing for today.”
“What time are you planning to go around?”
“Sometime after lunch,” she answered. She took a bite out of her meal and then looked up at him, “Why, you plan on coming with me? It’s going to be a boring ride. Can’t give you a blowjob when I’m supposed to go in for an interview.”
He laughed hard at her statement and took a moment to grab his own cup of coffee. He took another barstool and sat opposite of her. “Let me drive you around.”
“Why?”
“If I let you go I might never see you again,” he exclaimed. Nicole nodded and realized he was right. They only met last night and it was just a one-night stand. If this doesn’t develop into something deeper soon then it’ll evaporate.
At least he knew this was his one shot to forge something stronger. Nicole could think of half a dozen guys that never even tried, having been satisfied with a fifteen minute quickie.
She looked into his eyes and stated, “I’ll admit, I thought this was just going to be a one-time thing and I’d wake up in my apartment, alone and with a bad hangover. It’s a nice little surprise to wake up in a comfy, big bed and have breakfast served for once.”
Michael gave a sarcastic but nonetheless cute curtsy, “You’re welcome. Honestly, I was going to approach you a few weeks ago.”
Nicole pointed a finger and had a wicked smile on her face, “Aha! You’ve been stalking me.”
“No, no, no, nothing like that,” Michael tried to defend himself. “I was at that new place, the Trax Corner. You were there once, I think on a Friday or something, and I saw you dancing with some friends. I was going to approach and say hi but by the time I bought a drink to offer I saw you were already talking to some guy.”
Nicole shrugged, “Oh man, I remember that night. Yeah, now that I think about it I wish you just came up anyway. That guy you saw, Kevin, man he was an asshole.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Didn’t get that far,” Nicole consoled him. She saw him give a sigh of relief. “He was being a jerk all night so I ditched him and went back with my girls. We went to see a movie. I was disappointed. I wanted to get wasted.”
Looking at him, Nicole
felt a little bit of assurance and a tingling sensation of amusement. She liked him. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to actually keep on dating him but so far he was nice and it definitely helped that he was polite and good-looking.
“All right then,” she concluded. “You can go around with me.”
Michael pumped his fist into the air in triumph. Nicole laughed and they spent the rest of the morning finishing their meals and relaxing back in the bedroom.
Chapter Three
Fortunately for Nicole, Michael agreed to drive over to her apartment first so she could change her clothes. She needed something a little more attractive for the kind of work she was hoping to get into.
When she walked out and headed back to the car, she couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw Michael’s reaction to what she wore. Nicole was wearing a backless, cropped white top and a pair of torn shorts that were quite up above her knees. She wore a pair of boots and had her hair tied up, exposing her back and neck even more.
“Damn,” he told her. “I literally had to pick up my jaw from the floor.”
“Thank you,” she replied as she stepped back into his car.
“You never did tell me what kind of work you’re hoping to get,” he said as he began to drive. Downtown was just twenty minutes away from this neighborhood and Nicole realized she lived closer to the city than Michael did.
She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked, “Would you believe me if I told you I’m a model?”
“With a body like that, hell yes,” he answered her. “Maybe I should hire you to be the new face of our company.”
“Don’t say that,” Nicole told him. “I might take it up seriously one day.” She then laughed and Michel followed.
***
For the rest of the day, Nicole and Michael went from one studio to the next. Most of the interviews didn’t even last longer than fifteen minutes. Nicole had been a model since she was a teenager and her face was already well-known. Many of them signed her on for a few deals and one company, which sold designer lingerie, agreed to pay her in advance.
