She gasped at the unfamiliar pressure. He leaned in and sucked on her clit as he fucked her with his hand, milking her juices from her body. As her pleasure rose and her release threatened to breach, Marissa banged her head back hard against the glass. “Vince.”
Before she could come, he slowed down and pulled his hand from her. “Not like this.”
“Yes, like this.” She cried when he pulled away completely. “Asshole.”
He stood, pressing his body hard against her. His zipper rubbed against her hip, scratching her skin. The buttons of his shirt, the rub of the cotton against her chest gave her the feeling of the forbidden.
Well, he was her sugar daddy, after all.
Marissa looked up at him, at his wide pupils and his wet lips. She reached up, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. The taste of herself on his lips was uniquely wonderful, arousing. He stuck his thigh between her legs, forcing contact with her pussy.
Breaking the kiss, he moved to suck on her earlobe. “Like this.” He lifted his leg slightly, increasing the pressure. “I want you to come on my leg.”
Jesus.
Rolling her hips, she tentatively tried what he’d asked, not sure if the contact would be enough for her. She was wet and the cotton was dry, creating a friction that was different from anything she’d done to herself in the past. His hand found her nipple once again, this time he squeezed it gently, matching the rhythm of her hips.
Oh.
Her eyes closed and the only thing she could focus on was the pressure of his thigh on her pussy and the invisible line of pleasure that was connected between there and her nipple. His mouth on her neck licked the same spot, teasing the skin as he allowed himself to be used. The occasional word would escape him, an intimate look into his brain.
“Yes. That’s it. Fuck. So wet. Feel you on my skin.” He pinched her nipple harder. “Faster. Yeah. I can smell you. So fucking beautiful.”
It became harder to breathe, and Marissa had to force herself to do so. Everything became amplified in her mind as she pushed harder down on his thigh. She was almost there, so close to the release she so desperately needed.
“Yeah, baby. Harder. You’re almost there. Come for me. Come for me hard, love.”
Something snapped and in an instant her orgasm ripped through her body. She slammed down hard against him, thankful when he braced himself, holding still so she could continue to grind against him. She cried out, wishing there was someone there to hear her, to hear what he’d given her. Her world shrunk to the two of them, to the sensations of his body and her pleasure. As the last wave of her orgasm washed away, Vince peeled himself from her.
They both looked down, and she wanted to laugh at the large wet spot that now covered his pants. “I made a mess.”
“We’re not done yet.” He took her by the hand and dragged her to the bed. With a flourish, he spun her around and with a little push, sent her flying to the mattress. “I want to hear you come again.”
He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, reemerging with a cloth. She accepted the warmth, pressing it to her pussy as he dug into the night stand for condoms and lube. “I thought you said you had this place for clients?”
“And we like to make sure they have everything they could possibly need when they’re here.” He tossed them beside her on the bed.
“How considerate.” She dropped the facecloth on the floor.
If there wasn’t porn that consisted of men in suits getting undressed, then there damn well should be. She watched enthralled as he slowly undid each of the remaining buttons on his dress shirt. The sight of her cum on his dress pants drew her attention briefly, before he pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving him naked from the waist up.
“You’re too handsome to be a millionaire.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Multimillionaire. And why’s that?”
“It’s just not fair. You’ve got looks, intelligence, and money.”
“My personality more than acts as a counter weight.”
She watched as he opened the fly of his pants and pushed them down. “You keep saying that, but I’ve never seen you be anything but kind to people.”
“Did you forget my behavior on the yacht?”
“You were being cautious.” She had forgotten the yacht. The Vince she’d grown to know might be abrupt and single minded, but he was also sexy, kind, and willing to do whatever he needed to for someone he cared for. He then pushed his briefs down, and all other thoughts flew from Marissa’s mind.
When he reached for the condom, she snatched it from the mattress. “Let me.” She carefully tore the packet and retrieved the slippery rubber from its home.
Before she slipped it into place, she leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Vince shuddered, his muscles twitching as his cock pulsed in her mouth. He was as far gone as she’d been earlier, and no doubt this wouldn’t last as long as she would like. She pulled back and slipped the condom on.
“I don’t think you need to worry about the lube.” Leaning back, she spread her legs. She reached down and spread her lips, rubbing the moisture across her thick hair.
Vince stared down at her, watching her as she teased her body. He knelt on the edge of the bed, as something in his expression changed. She almost asked him what was wrong, but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
“Think you can come again?” He moved between her thighs, his cock poised to enter her. “Let’s see.”
The full weight of his body pressed down on her, as he thrust fully inside her pussy. Her clit was still swollen from her earlier orgasm and sensitive from the friction. When he pressed against her, an overriding feeling of too-powerful pleasure came over her. It was gone as soon as he pulled back, only to come again on the next thrust. Her pussy grew damper, and holy shit, she was absolutely going to come again.
She shifted forward and wrapped her legs around his hips, encouraging him deeper. Vince thrust into her hard, fast, with an intent she’d never felt with another man. His body was slick from sweat, but unlike their previous times together, his body was familiar, a welcomed presence that was becoming precious to her.
“Fuck me.” She ran her fingers through his hair, listening as his breath hitched. “You’re so big. You’re going to make me come again.”
It must have been the right thing to say, because he rose up on his forearms, changing the angle. On their next connection, Marissa gasped as her clit rubbed perfectly against his mound. “Shit. Right there. Oh fuck.”
Thank God, he listened, didn’t change a thing. She held on, chased her release, knowing she’d have to work for this one. On the next thrust she bucked up to meet him, and that was all it took to push her over the edge once again. Every muscle in her body tensed so hard, she couldn’t even cry out. Vince didn’t stop, didn’t slow down until she finally sucked in a giant breath and relaxed into the mattress.
He continued to pound into her for a moment longer, before coming himself. His cries were swallowed up by the mattress, but she heard them echo around and through her. Vince strained against her before coming to a stuttering halt, his body weight resting on her and his arms.
She didn’t want him to move away, didn’t want to break the contact. Everything that was going to come from this point on would be horrible, she just knew it. Andrew and the media, her own desires and his relationship issues—everything seemed too big to handle.
The tears came, slipping down her temple, through her hairline to her ears. Dread was such a horrible emotion, one that she’d gotten so comfortable with, it seemed to be her default setting most days. Vince pulled back, frowning. He didn’t say anything, and instead wiped the tears from her face.
“We should get cleaned up.” Her voice was small, so unlike her, that Marissa hardly recognized herself.
He didn’
t move, instead kissed her forehead. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not even a little.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“If we’re going to have this conversation, then I need to get up.” She gave him a little shove, and this time Vince moved.
Not that he went far, to the edge of the bed. He stood and removed the condom, tossing it in the wastebasket in the corner. “Can I get you something?”
“Let me pee, then we can talk.”
She couldn’t look at him as she padded naked to the bathroom. Shutting the door only gave her a brief respite from the pain of what she knew she was going to have to do.
I fucking hate you, Andrew.
Who was she kidding? Vince hadn’t wanted a relationship because he’d been worried about being taken advantage of. Here she was about to lay their worst nightmares and all she was worried about was being left alone.
Marissa peed and got herself cleaned up. She paused briefly to look herself over in the mirror, before taking a deep breath, and opened the door. Time to face the music.
Chapter 23
The moment Marissa came out of the bathroom, Vince knew he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. His body still buzzed from the amazing orgasm he’d just had, his emotions charged from the unexpected closeness he’d felt. Never before, not even with Thea, had he wanted to lose himself with a woman the way he did with Marissa. She made him smile, had him appreciate the little things around him. It was strange, wonderful, and if he was being honest with himself, terrifying.
He watched her get dressed, missing the openness that she’d shared with him minutes earlier. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and with a simple flick of her wrist, she was back to being the woman who’d found herself in a jam and decided to do something about it.
“You should get dressed.” She looked him up and down, though she didn’t smile in that coy way of hers that he loved so much. “It will be weird having a conversation with you looking like that.”
There was no way he could put his dress pants back on and not get hard. The smell of her cum on the cloth would be too much. “I have a spare outfit somewhere. Why don’t you get something to drink and I’ll join you in a minute?”
“Sure.” She couldn’t look him in the eye, and bolted from the bedroom.
Shit. Marissa was no coward, which meant this conversation was going to be as bad as he assumed. Grabbing a clean T-shirt and a pair of jeans he’d stashed here months ago, Vince took his time getting dressed. With each passing moment, he rearranged his thoughts, mentally steeling himself against whatever she was about to throw his way.
He finally emerged from the bedroom to find Marissa sitting on the edge of the couch. She looked so small and more than a little tired. He’d taken a step toward her, instinctively wanting to go to her, to help her figure out whatever the problem was. He caught himself and changed direction to stand on the far side of the room. “What’s up?”
“I need fifty thousand dollars.” Each word that came from her seemed painful, which told him there was more to the request than that.
“Why?” His heart pounded in his chest, as though he knew her answer was going to ruin something he hadn’t even realized that he’d wanted. Their relationship wasn’t exactly traditional, or if he could even refer to it as one. But he’d grown comfortable with her, loved what they did in bed, wanted to see where they could take things.
She looked in the direction of where he stood, but her gaze didn’t go higher than his chest. Opening her mouth, she tried to say something, but nothing came out. It was strange knowing her as well as he did, knowing she wanted to say something that he wouldn’t want to hear, but stopping herself. “Think of it like a bandage. Rip it off.”
She took a deep breath, and sighed. “Andrew came to see me at Mom’s today. He’d found out about us and sent a buddy of his to follow me. That was the guy who came to your house looking for money. Andrew said if I don’t pay him, then he’ll go public with everything. About us. About me being your sugar baby.”
He knew it.
It should have hit him harder than it did. Maybe he’d always been prepared for this moment—or something similar to happen—since he’d first laid eyes on her walking up to join him on the yacht. They’d brokered a deal, one that was mutually beneficial, but now the deal was done and it was time for him to move on.
No matter how well his relationship was going, things always came down to money. This time, he couldn’t even fully blame her. He should have known better.
Marissa cleared her throat as she rubbed her hands on her thighs. “It if means anything, I’m sorry.”
“Accepted. But I won’t be paying a penny to your ex.”
Her head snapped up and her eyes widened as she finally looked at him. “You’re not?”
“Men like your ex are never satisfied. He’ll take the money and go, for a while. Then he’ll be back looking for more. It won’t stop. And when I put my foot down, he’ll go to the media anyway.”
His father had fallen prey to someone like that back when his mom had first left them. Vince had watched him cut checks to men who his mother had slept with, while they were still married. All in a vain attempt at keeping the family name clean.
Marissa frowned, and got to her feet. “You don’t know Andrew. He’s…bitter, I guess is the best word. He still thinks I did something to screw him over when we were together. When he found out about us, it just confirmed his worst opinion of me. If you don’t pay him, it won’t just be the media. He’ll find a way to screw you over that you never saw coming. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went to see Simon.”
“I’m tired of my personal life being an issue with that man.” He turned his back and stared into the black night. He needed that sale to go through. Without the specter of GreenPro languishing between them, he’d never be able to get out from under his father’s thumb. Simon was still the best way for that to happen. “I’ll find a way to deal with Simon if your ex goes public.”
“Okay.” He heard her moving around, but he couldn’t look back. The last thing he could handle was seeing the look of betrayal he knew was on her face.
“I’m sorry that Andrew is doing this.”
He was sorry too. Sorry that the inevitable shit show had finally come around, that everything he’d feared would happen did. “I was prepared for something like this. It’s part of my world.”
“Blackmail is something you deal with all the time?” She’d moved beside him, the scent of her perfume and shampoo hitting him a moment before her hand caressed his back.
“Not all the time. But enough that Nate has a protocol setup to handle it.”
“That’s…horrible.”
“It’s business. It’s why I’d agreed to our arrangement in the first place. I’d hoped to avoid something like this happening. I should have known better.”
“Vince—”
“I should have realized that while you’re not after my money, your friends and family probably would be. It’s hard not to want to reach out and take what’s never been available to you, when it’s sitting there right in front of you.”
Her gasp echoed in his ears. “My friends and family don’t know a damn thing about you. Or your money. And even if they did, they’d never take advantage.”
“Except for Andrew.”
“Who got the call from…do you know what, it doesn’t matter.” She stepped back from him.
She couldn’t see it, but it was clear to him. He’d been down this road with Thea, with other women as well. “And the next thing will be your mom. Or your cousin, or your best friend who will just need a bit of help. Thea promised me it wouldn’t change things, but it does.”
Marissa’s breathing was ragged. “You’re so wrapped up in your past, you c
an’t seem to see that we’re not all like Thea. I’m not like her. I don’t care about your money. Yes, when we first met, that was what I needed, but it wasn’t as though I was hiding that. If I never took another penny from you, if all I had was my paycheck from the Pear Tree and my student loans, it would be enough for me. I don’t need yachts, or fancy dinners at restaurants. I need someone who will watch sci-fi movies and eat pizza. I want someone who doesn’t mind me being silly. Who wants to have sex in the kitchen because they’re turned on.”
Vince looked up and met her gaze in the reflection of the window. “I want those things too.”
“You could have had them, if you’d let your ego drop. If you took the time to see that not everyone is out to get you.”
“History has taught me otherwise.”
“Then there’s nothing more I can say to you. While I like to think of myself as strong, I can’t fight ghosts.” She wiped at her cheek. “I think I should go.”
“Probably for the best.” He didn’t even know why he was mad at her. Yes, it was her ex-boyfriend trying to do the blackmailing, but Marissa was going to be as hurt by all of this coming out as he would be. Hell, maybe he wasn’t mad at her at all. Everything was so screwed up, he didn’t have a fucking clue what he thought.
But this was the exact scenario he’d been trying to avoid since she’d walked into his life. When his fight with Thea exploded across social media, Vince had lost a part of his soul. Every aspect of his life had fallen under the social microscope, every relationship, every deal he’d made on Bull Rush. He’d never wanted to live through that again, to have his world dissected and judged by strangers who didn’t care about him.
Marissa said nothing else, and quietly collected her things. Vince watched her reflection in the window as she went. When she finally started toward the door, he finally turned. “Do you want me to call the limo? I can have it take you to your mom’s or anywhere else you’d like to go.”
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