Tainted Deception

by Aleya Michelle

  After a minute, we pull away since I am sure with teeth colliding it wouldn’t be a memorable experience. I warmly grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. He smiles widely, no doubt from the amazing kiss and the fun ride.

  A few more dips, turns, and a rattle to the end and the ride is finished. When the bar lifts, we stand to exit. Chase charmingly holds my hand and aids me in climbing out. He smells so good in close proximity.

  “So, tough guy, was that too immature for you?” I ask Chase sarcastically.

  “Well, it was kind of fun,” he replies, and I know he loved it. I wonder what he will think of the pirate ship and the octopus.

  We share some rainbow-colored cotton candy, which Chase seems to love judging by the moans coming out of his mouth. It’s funny how the simple things in life bring us the most pleasure.

  I reach the hot food stand and order two hot dogs with all the toppings. There is something about a carnival hot dog that makes them better than the ones at baseball or hockey games.

  We jump in separate bumper cars next. I follow his tail and ram his car repeatedly—that is the aim after all. I may be a little competitive when it comes to these things. He shakes his head, but he is laughing. Thank God—a man who doesn’t like bumper cars has no place in my life.

  “Now this next one is the ultimate test, Chase,” I state as we stand ready to line up for the pirate ship.

  “You just go on this one. I need to check my messages anyway,” he replies trying to avoid it, but he doesn’t know me very well. I am one determined woman who doesn’t take no for an answer.

  “No way, you are coming with me,” I announce, and I grab his hand and drag him to board the ship. Thank God we are second in line because I think he might make a run for it.

  “No way; if I spew, Ivy, it is your fault,” Chase reveals looking a little anxious.

  “You spew, and then I would spew, so hold that hot dog inside. Got it?” I instruct him and then smirk.

  We are seated in the middle row, nice and close. I reach across and hold his hand sweetly.

  The first few rocks are nice and easy, but after the sixth turn, the ship does a full three sixty and flips over.

  Chase screams sounding scared. I squeeze his hand but can’t turn to look at him from the momentum of the rocking motion.

  I notice he closes his eyes, and I wonder if he is thinking of his happy place.

  “Woohoo!” I scream as we flip again. It is such a great sensation like flying.

  When the ship is grounded, Chase finally opens his eyes. “You will never get me on that one again,” he declares, shaking his head.

  I can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. “You can add that to your bucket list,” I announce still laughing at this alpha male who was frightened of a kid’s ride.

  “Let’s go and watch the clowns and animals in the main arena,” I suggest. I don’t think the spinning octopus ride would be a hit with him right now.

  After the clown show, we went through the haunted house. Chase jumped from fright a couple of times so I innovatively distracted him with another kiss, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

  “You, Miss Maisen, are a tease,” he tells me. “You were right, I had fun. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time. Thank you for the Ivy Experience,” Chase announces holding my hand as we walk toward where the car is parked.

  “Unless you have to take off, it’s not over just yet,” I declare to him.

  “I am exactly where I want to be right now,” he tells me, and it makes me smile and warms my heart.

  “I have a couple of horror movies at my place, microwave popcorn, and three different flavors of ice cream. Can I entice you to come over before I take you home?” I proclaim with my offer.

  “You had me at ice cream, Ivy. It is my one weakness,” Chase admits causing me to grin widely. He really is just a man, not a billionaire, egotistical jerk like I first suspected.

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  “Now that is something I am sure I could win,” Chase points out as we pass the hammer game on our way to the parking lot. The object of the game is to hit the target as hard as you can with the supplied hammer.

  “You shouldn’t assume, Mr. Hudson. Maybe you aren’t as strong as you think you are,” I reply to stir the pot, eagerly trying to get him to have a go at it.

  “Do I need to prove it to you, Miss Maisen?” he asks rhetorically as he heads over to the booth, paying for a turn.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, step right up, we have a contestant. Can this man win his woman the major prize, come and watch him compete for pride,” the carnival worker catches us both by surprise by announcing into his microphone. It definitely worked as people come from all directions come to watch Chase. It’s all about promoting his business. I can’t help but laugh, as Chase looks at me like ‘what the hell?’

  “No pressure, but I will show you my boobs later if you hit the jackpot, Mr. Hudson,” I whisper seductively into his ear. He looks at me and dives in for a kiss, accepting the challenge.

  “Well, if that isn’t an incentive to win, I don’t know what the hell is,” he replies then eagerly picks up the hammer.

  “Let’s count him down, ladies and gentlemen. Five, four, three, two, one, and hit!” the announcer and crowd chime in unison.

  Chase swings the hammer in one swift thrust and hits the target with enormous force sending the light all the way to the top. The alarm rings and lights flash with the word ‘WINNER.’

  The son of a bitch did it; he won the jackpot. I honestly was planning on showing him my boobs anyway, but now that it’s secured, I have to laugh at myself. I jump in celebration and cheer, “Woohoo!” along with the crowd.

  Chase looks extremely pleased with himself. “Whooooh,” he screams and comes running over to me and lifts me up in excitement. This man never ceases to amaze me.

  “We have a winner! Now choose your prize from the top row, beautiful lady,” the man tells me pointing to the row of humongous stuffed animals.

  I know my choice as soon as I see the beautiful creature—a white unicorn with a rainbow mane and silver sparkly horn.

  I have a unicorn painting that is still a work in progress. I was hoping to finish it one day and offer it to my agent for a gallery. Since I was a little girl, I have always loved the mythical creature. Thanks to Tom Cruise in Legend I became a little obsessed with the beauties. I even have a tattoo of a unicorn on my hip. It was one of the first I ever got. It didn’t exactly tickle, being right on the bone.

  Legend has it…

  ~The unicorn is part of the world of nature and part of the world of dreams—and completely of the heart. In many ways, it is a symbol of our longing for the mysterious and the unattainable~

  “I’ll have the unicorn, please,” I announce to the man. He looks like he has been here all his life, his clothes are ripped and it makes me wonder if he has washed his hair this year. Part of me wants to take him home and look after him, much like the homeless men in the shelter.

  “Beautiful choice for a beautiful woman,” he replies to me as he unhooks it from the top and passes it over to me.

  It’s perfect.

  “I love him, Chase. Thank you for winning it for me,” I say and grab his hand.

  “You are very welcome. Now let’s go, I have my own prize to claim, remember?” he says to me smirking. I didn’t think he would forget that one so easily.

  “Ha-ha. Well, I guess a deal is a deal, but no touching,” I joke and can’t hide my laughing. I am sure when we get to that stage I will be begging him to touch me.

  “Damn you woman, you can’t add a clause to the deal now. I will claim my prize well and good, just you wait and see,” he replies, and I feel drunk with lust. I wonder if the parking lot would be busy and if anyone would notice us fooling around in my car?

  I playfully jog out to the parking lot with Chase on my tail. Tonight has brought out the relaxed side to him yet again, just like I hoped that it would. To my delight, he catc
hes me and grabs me from behind making me squeal. Then carries me the rest of the way to the car where he places me on the hood. I stare into his eyes, and I swear they are now a darker shade of blue, still as magnificent but definitely darker.

  “Let me drive or I will withdraw my offer,” I say to him and jump off the hood.

  “Good point; drive like the wind, woman,” he jokes to me.

  I am thankful there are no cops around, since I drove a lot faster than the speed limit.

  The silence is smouldering, but it is hard to make small talk when you have sex on your brain.

  I hastily park in the underground garage of my apartment building. I avoid eye contact as we walk to the elevator. I press the button and wait for it to flash. Chase grabs my hand once again. I never expected him to be so affectionate, but I am not complaining.

  We swiftly enter the elevator and I press level four. As the doors close, I feel Chase’s eyes on me so I look over at him. Fuck, this man is gorgeous. I physically can’t help myself any longer. I dive into his arms and throw my hands in his hair pulling him into a hard and passionate kiss.

  He moans as my tongue dances with his, his hands are on my ass squeezing it and lifting me into him and against his toned body.

  He lifts my ass higher, and I wrap my legs around him, still kissing him and savouring his taste. His scent is heavenly. His aftershave will forever be etched into my senses.

  The car beeps and we numbly exit, still with Chase holding me tight to his body and my legs wrapped around him, neither one of us wanting to break the bond between us. I reluctantly pull back for a breather as we get closer to my apartment.

  “Damn, you can kiss,” I say to him as he carries me to my apartment door.

  “You attacked me first,” he jokes as I reach into my purse for my key.

  “I gather you aren’t putting me down to open the door?” I say as I try to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

  “No way, this is your spot for the rest of the night,” he replies humorously making me smile.

  “I can deal with that,” I respond feeling on top of the world.

  Chase takes my key then pushes me up against the door, as he places the key into the lock. He pauses as he realizes how much closer we are flush against the timber. Gazing into my eyes filled with lust, he kisses me again, with fervour and want.

  “Open the damn door, would you?” I murmur through the kiss. He chuckles at my request and does just that, turning the key and carrying me through, then slamming the door with his foot.

  I am eager to see just what he is planning for us. My guess is it involves my boobs and this position, as he said it did, for the appetizer, but what about the main course?

  He clumsily finds the light switch with my legs around him, and then walks over to my Caesar stone kitchen bench where he places me, still with his arms around my waist and my legs around him.

  His hands playfully explore up my back and then rub along my arms sending chills across my skin.

  Chase places soft kisses on the nape of my neck. He finds my ear, licking and kissing it. My core dampens, and I thrust into him—I can’t control it. My hands are in his hair roughly as his mouth traces my neck and my chest, now placing soft butterfly kisses upon them.

  “I owe you a prize, Mr. Hudson,” I announce to him. His mouth is in close proximity to my breasts.

  This lightweight jumpsuit was meant for nights like tonight with its buttons going down the front of it. I eagerly unbutton it revealing my coral lace bra with the perfect amount of cleavage on display. Chase can’t peel his eyes from me as I slip my arms out of my top.

  “Damn, vixen, you are so beautiful, so sexy, and full of surprises,” he admits to me and kisses my heaving chest. His finger rubs across my breast and brings my nipple to attention. He does the same with the other side. Both nipples are hard as he seductively cups them.

  “Your breasts are perfect. The best prize in the world, and this piercing is fucking hot!” he tells me squeezing them both as he kisses down my cleavage. Gracefully, he uses his fingers to free one breast from my lace bra, exposing my hard nipple. I feel his dick harden against me, and I swear I have a flood in my pants.

  He expertly rubs my nipple between his fingers before he lightly pinches it. I moan out loud from the delicious sensation. He surprises me by enclosing his mouth around my nipple where he sucks it hard, then flicks with his tongue.

  “I am so wet right now, Chase,” I whisper to him. I can feel his cock throb against my core.

  “Can you feel how hard you make me, woman?” he asks. I decide to take a closer look and start to unbutton his jeans.

  “Show me,” I say panting. Judging by the bulge he is sporting, he is definitely well endowed, but I need to see for myself. I want to caress and stroke every inch of this man.

  I hastily pull down his zipper and hungrily reach into his briefs to feel his throbbing hard cock. Damn, he feels like steel. His hardness springs free, and I am in awe at just how perfect it looks. Is there such a thing as the perfect cock? Damn, this one would be the awarded the title of perfect cock. When it comes to the size, he is substantial and thick. I stroke his length as he continues to suck my breast and massage the other one. A few strokes later, he reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra.

  “There, much better viewing and access,” he says as he flicks my bra across the room.

  “I know what you mean,” I say as I gaze at his cock, then back up to his beautiful irises.

  Still gazing into my eyes, he vigorously picks me up off the firm cold bench and carries me toward my room. I nod letting him know he is headed in the right direction.

  He gently places me on my bed, and then proceeds to drag my jumpsuit down my legs, exposing my matching coral lace thong.

  “Well, Miss Maisen, I admire your choice in lingerie, but you won’t be needing these anymore,” he tells me and slides them down my legs, exposing my core. I can feel my wetness running down my legs.

  Chase gazes hungrily between my legs. He looks ready to pounce. In just seconds, his mouth is on my core. His tongue teasingly flicked my folds before he thirstily sucks at my core, lapping up my juices. My hips buck in response to when he uses his teeth to lightly graze me.

  Jesus Christ…

  “Oh, God,” I moan as a finger enters my wetness, then a second finger slides in catching me by surprise. God, even his fingers feel amazing.

  “Vixen, you are so fucking wet. Do you like my mouth on you? Do you like my fingers deep inside you?” he questions me as he continues his assault with his fingers.

  “Yes,” I moan telling him just how much. Then his mouth is hungrily on me again, his tongue flicks my clit as his fingers massage inside, over and over in such a perfect rhythm.

  The pressure is quickly building. It feels so intense, so welcomed. I shake and buck my hips as Chase licks faster and thrusts deeper. My release hits me and I shatter. I completely come apart in waves of ecstasy. My orgasm is mind-blowing. I convulse as my essence drips into Chase’s welcoming mouth.

  “I need to fuck you, Ivy. I can’t wait any longer. Do you want my hard cock in you? Do you want to feel me thrusting deep inside you, my vixen?” Is he asking my permission?

  “Yes, I want you inside me, Chase. Now!” I demand, still breathless.

  “I’m harder than I have ever been before. You do crazy things to me, Ivy,” he replies as he takes off his clothes. I look at his cock in its proud state. He wasn’t lying, that thing could poke an eye out. He takes out a condom from his wallet, and I watch him roll it down his length.

  I impatiently reach up and pull him on top of me. “I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel just how hard you are. You make me so wet knowing you are that turned on for me,” I tell him with hunger burning in my eyes.

  “Lie down, my gorgeous lady. I’m going to fuck you hard!” Oh yeah, now we are talking.

  Finally, I feel his hardness probing at my entrance. He pushes his cock in slowly at first, but I’m
so wet it slides in with ease. His next thrust is hard and deep. I can’t help but cry out loud from the pleasure and fullness. “Chase!” I scream.

  He thrusts again just as hard. Oh man, this guy knows exactly what he is doing. He slowly pulls out before he thrusts harder than the last. He continues to thrust into me over and over, but each time he rolls his hips brushing against my clit. God, he feels fucking incredible. It’s not long until I feel my second release coming, and he starts to massage my nub with his fingers to help me along. “Yes, baby, yes!” I scream and feel my orgasm rip through me like a lightning bolt as I explode into a hundred pieces.

  My core spasms, over and over. Chase prolongs my orgasm by massaging and thrusting deep inside me. I feel another release coming, and I’m positive there will be nothing left of me afterwards. “It’s too much. Shit, Chase!” I scream as I shatter for the third time. He thrusts with more force and momentum, again and again.

  Without a doubt in my mind, I am in the depths of euphoric pleasure. “Yes!” he shouts as he comes deep inside me, emptying himself.

  We are both exhausted as we collapse in each other’s arms, feeling amazing and on top of the world.

  “Wow, Mr. Hudson, it would seem we both hit the jackpot tonight,” I say sarcastically to the stunning specimen lying in my bed.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, vixen,” he states as he climbs on top of me for what appears to be round two.

  Surely three orgasms in one night is the limit?

  Quite simply from an early age, my stepbrother, Christopher, and I despised each other. I was accepting and willing to try for my father’s sake, but he was a mean and deceitful child.

  I was thirteen when Father found out he had another son. That’s a troubling age for any boy, especially one who had lost his mother just eighteen months prior.