by Shayne Ford
“Enough,” I say, grinning, pulling her inside.
We cruise across the corridor, slicing our way through groups of guests. We stop next to a food server and pick up fruit skewers from a platter.
“I love this house,” she mumbles. “Is it for sale?” she asks so seriously I have to bite my lips to push a snicker back.
Tears come to my eyes from all that laughing.
“Stop it, Eve, or I swear I’ll never take you anywhere with me, again,” I say, unable to suppress my giggling.
“It’s called laughter therapy, Mrs. Sexton. You should try it once in a while. It mitigates the stress induced by obnoxious sisters,” she says with a smooth voice and then bites a small piece of pineapple.
Someone’s stare burns the back of my neck.
I turn slowly and skim the crowd.
“Mmm... Look at those eyes,” Eve says mainly for herself as I’m already lost in James’ eyes.
His head tilts imperceptibly, his gaze filled with delicious promises.
“Later,” he mouths to me.
We break our stare as the man at his side claims his attention.
“Did he just say, later?” Eve breathes out.
“He did,” I mumble, my eyes still on him.
“You’re a lucky girl, Rain.”
“I’m not so sure,” I murmur, and suddenly feel torn.
“He wants to see you,” a husky voice purrs in my ear, a man’s hand sliding to the small of my back too close to my backside not to feel the echo of his touch in forbidden places.
“Ed?”
“Yes, baby,” he murmurs.
“You can’t touch me.”
“Says who?”
“James.”
“Did you ask him?”
I turn to him, and he doesn’t budge an inch, my breasts almost brushing his chest. His lips curl into a naughty smile. Right behind him, Lex watches us, his hands sunk in his pockets, his eyes, cold.
“You feel so good, baby,” Ed murmurs against my lips, his body so warm.
“Cut it out, Ed,” Lex says, and I realize the coldness in his eyes is not a mere mood.
“He said to make it look like she’s not with him,” Ed says, without turning, his eyes delving into mine.
“That’s not what he had in mind.”
“Hmm... Sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Maybe some other time...”
He straightens and winks at me and then he nudges me toward the stairs.
Nervous, I rake my fingers through my hair and swing my eyes to the other end of the corridor where I spot Eve. She waves at me before she heads outside.
“That’s your friend?” Lex grumps.
“Yes. Why?”
“Just asking.”
He lifts the velvet rope that blocks the access of the guests to most of James’ house and waits for us to pass by.
“Why is he in a bad mood?” I ask Ed.
“Ask him.”
I cut my gaze to Lex, his blue eyes, frosted.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask, a bad feeling crawling up on me.
“No, I’m not,” he says curtly.
“Why do you act as if you are?”
Without answering, he places his hand on my back and leads me upstairs. We reach the upper level and stroll all the way to the far end of the hallway where we stop in front of a big door. Lex pushes it open. Ed looks at me, silent.
“He’ll be here in a few minutes,” Lex says with a softer voice, locking my eyes, guarded as if he’s hiding something from me.
“What is it, Lex?”
He brings his hand to my face and closes the space between us. Running his thumb across my cheek, he holds my eyes and lowers his mouth, and then he softly kisses my lips.
His gesture is unexpected. Frozen, I gasp and gape at him, my heart untethered in my chest.
He straightens, his eyes tangled with mine, Ed’s stare burning my face.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Rain. I hope you are who he thinks you are,” he murmurs as Ed’s eyes stay on us.
I grip the doorknob with a trembling hand, my skin burning on my body.
He brushes my lips again, and then, as if he has a second thought, he kisses my cheek.
The air zaps with electricity between us.
“Try not to disappoint him. Okay?”
He slides his hands off me and walks away with Edward, my gaze following them, my stomach tied in knots.
I walk inside.
Moonlight drapes over the walls, the light coming from outside, spilling into the room.
An antique desk sits next to a window, and leather bound books are stacked on engraved shelves. Old paintings hang on the walls.
Ceiling high windows stretch side to side. One of them is open, letting in a soft breeze that blows the silky drapes.
A river of lights, colorful gowns, and pressed tuxedos, pulsates with life outside.
The door opens behind me, and the unmistakable scent of his cologne slithers over my body, preceding his footsteps. He curls his arms around my waist, and I turn fluid.
“Hey,” he murmurs in my ear, an immediate reaction to him soaring through me.
He slides his hands inside my dress, possessively grabbing my breasts. Pulsing pleasure rolls through my body.
He squeezes my mounds, and swirls his tongue on my neck, his hard shaft pressed into my lower back.
“Damnit... James,” I murmur, smiling, and lean back against his shoulder, the touch of his hands, and lips, and cock, making my core throbbing.
I clench my thighs, relishing the tingling of my flesh and the warm wetness in my panties.
He flicks my dress open, and the gown falls at my feet. My eyes set on the window as he moves his hands on me, owning me.
People celebrate outside, men and women, properly dressed, and well-behaved, and here I am watching them, almost naked, my body responding to him as if designed solely for carnal pleasure.
His hands split, one moving up kneading my breasts, the other grabbing me between my legs.
He runs his fingers over my cleft, deftly parting my folds and stroking my clit.
“James...”
“Yeah, baby...”
“James...?!”
My voice loses its strength as I arch my body against him, and start rolling my butt against his shaft.
“You do it just right, babe...” he rasps, a smile lacing his voice. “Keep doing it it.”
I sweep the length of his erection a few more times before I turn to him and meet his fiery eyes.
The ghost of a mysterious smile glows on his face as my fingers glide to his neck, untie his bow, and then slowly peel the jacket off him. He leans on the desk as I undo his buttons, tear his shirt off him and toss it on a chair.
Holding his eyes, I unbuckle his belt. His gaze rolls down on me, taking in the small triangle of lace covering my smooth crotch.
His eyes narrow with a smile as I wedge between his legs and lean on him, cupping and stroking his erection.
“There’s nothing like being fucked by you, babe,” he rasps against my lips, sliding his fingers inside my G-string and ripping it off me.
He rolls his fingers at the back of my thighs, and smoothly slides them between my legs.
I moan, and briefly close my eyes, indulging in that sensation, and then I cup his face and lock his lips, my tongue sliding into his mouth.
He responds hungrily, demanding, devouring me, every stroke of his tongue fueling the crave inside me.
He kicks the armchair close to us, pivots away from me and crashes on it, motioning me to his feet. I kneel between his legs without a blink.
He leans back, his lips curling teasingly into a sinful smile as I set my hands on his erection.
“As if you love it, babe,” he murmurs, watching me with narrowed eyes, lips curled into a wanton grin, legs open.
I roll my tongue up his length, stroking the underside of his cock, and then I sweep the crown.
“I do love it,” I
say, my nostrils flaring.
He pulls my hair into his fist while I fill my mouth and start to suck him. His gaze moves swiftly from my lips to my eyes and then back to my mouth again.
Blood pools in his cheeks.
His eyes get heavy, his smile withering away, an expression of complete abandon sliding on his face, and once again, I realize, how handsome and dangerous he is.
“You’re doing great, baby.”
He groans and arches his body, his hips pushing up, his erection almost choking me as I whirl my tongue around him.
He rolls his hips, and unexpectedly pulls out, leaving me a heap of yearning flesh.
He rises to his feet, spins me around and presses me against the strip of wall between two windows, my back to him. I prop my stiletto on the window sill, spreading my legs.
His hands latched on my hips as he slowly roots himself in me.
I tremble with pleasure.
He runs his fingers through the back of my hair, lifts it up, and gently blows on the back of my neck, cooling off my sweaty skin.
He moves slowly, my body indulging on his touch, the heat, and pleasure he spurs inside me.
“What will happen to us, James?” I murmur.
He runs his hands over my chest and clamps my nipples with his fingers, pain, and pleasure rippling through my body.
He doesn’t answer right away.
“Nothing,” he says, his voice not revealing much.
“We don’t know....”
“Yeah, we probably don’t,” he admits.
Words burn my lips, begging to be spoken, but if I let them out, I know I will regret them. And yet...
“You mean a lot to me,” I mutter.
He stays silent, and that’s exactly what I feared.
He waits a few more moments before he starts kissing my neck while giving me long, sensual thrusts, his hands and lips loving me with passion. His touch is tender, caring, yet he doesn’t want to say the words.
A cold wind sweeps through my heart.
That’s all we’ll probably ever be. I push the sad thoughts aside, and let him have me.
His breaths roll hot on my neck, and my nails peel paint off the wall as my body arches against him.
As the tension reaches a tipping point, he begins to pound me, hard and raw, throwing me into a cloud of bliss, and as the orgasm surges through me, he rams me the hardest and comes.
Moments later, he leaves my body, entangles his fingers in my sweaty hair, and pulls me down on him.
I sink to my knees and lick the last drop of cum off him before he pulls me up.
Tormented, we look into each other eyes, his glistening lips curving into a fiery smile.
“You’re hot as hell, Rain,” he says, and that’s the most he’s willing to admit.
I tilt my head back and narrow my eyes, and playing the game, I give him a naughty grin.
“And you’re the hottest... the only man I’ve ever had,” I say, playfully.
He shakes his head, smiling.
“Don’t fucking play cute with me, Rain.”
18
JAMES
* * *
I pull my jacket on, thread my fingers through my hair, and glance into the mirror.
I check my shirt, and pants, swiftly running my hand over my groin. I’m still fucking hard, and I can’t wipe off my incriminating smile.
I tuck the bow tie into my pocket and slip out of the bathroom.
Fully dressed, she has her gaze trained on the party outside, her sandy blonde hair, draped over her bare shoulders.
She spins to me, the low plunging neckline barely covering her breasts. I take her in from the smooth lines of her legs to her silken lips.
She smiles, a grin I crave and love, her eyes sparkling like dazzling stars.
“Don’t leave...” I say, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you later. All right?”
“Okay,” she says softly.
I clasp the tip of her chin, and look deep into her eyes, relishing the light gleaming in her eyes.
“You mean something to me, too,” I say softly, realizing it’s the most I’ve ever said to a woman in my life.
I kiss her lips, and turn around heading for the door, my heart pounding harder than it did when I had her only moments ago.
She’s got me fucking good.
I sprint down the stairs, running nervous fingers through my hair, constantly checking my belt.
“What the hell happened to you?” Ed asks. “Are you training for the Olympics? Your face is on fire, man.” He runs his eyes down on me, his lips curling into a smirk.
He catches me adjusting my dick.
“Don’t you have anything to do, Preston?”
“You mean anyone to do?”
“The place jams with tail,” I say.
“Mm-hmm.”
He purses his lips, his eyes laughing.
“Take him away from me, Lex.”
For the next few minutes, I anxiously check the stairs, waiting for her to show up.
The moments tick by, and she’s nowhere in sight.
A foreboding sensation hovers over me.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” I say, and stride back to the foyer.
As I reach the middle of the stairs, I hear Veronica’s voice.
“I’m sorry. Guests are not allowed in this part of the house.”
RAIN
* * *
I lock the image of him in my mind, his face so beautiful and relaxed. His eyes, bright and deep, shadowed and mysterious.
I stride to the window and wait a few more moments, absently registering the distant noises of the party as my gaze rolls over the crowd outside.
A minute later, I turn away from the window and walk to the door.
Quietly, I pull it open and step into the corridor. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement and get a glimpse of a silhouette leaning against the railing.
I whip my head in that direction.
My heart stops.
“Surprise... surprise,” Daria says, her eyes filled with a twisted smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“I can ask you the same thing,” she says, her eyes filled with wicked satisfaction, and I instantly realize.
She must’ve seen him.
“How did you get here?” I ask, scanning the empty corridor.
“Same way you did, although not escorted by handsome men.”
My blood draws from my face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mmm-hmm... Your little ass seems to be quite the prize these days. Oh, this will make for an interesting dinner conversation. I can’t wait to share the news with our mother. Her little angel has become the slut of the Kings.”
“How long have you been waiting here?” I ask, pretending I didn’t hear her comment.
“Long enough to see him coming... and leaving. No pun intended,” she says, grinning, entertained. “He can sure stay hard for a while,” she says, flashing a salacious smile.“I’ve heard stories about him, but as you know, I’ve never had the opportunity to get to know him better, and one cannot rely on cock tales.”
“What do you want, Daria?”
“It’s not what I want. It’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell mom and dad about your little secret affair, and then, perhaps your Sabbatical will finally come to an end, and your sweet princess' ass will get kicked to the curb. This way you’ ll get a taste of the real life, you know... the stuff that us, regular folk, have to do. Go to college, get a job, marry some dick for extra money. ”
“Nobody forced you to marry, Daria.”
“No? Really? And do what? Live at home with mom and dad, like you do? Have a cushioned life but no life? You think I go to school because it’s my fucking dream? You think I wouldn’t want to wake up in a mansion like this, get fucked around the clock and only care about the gowns I wear at the receptions?”
“And you think you’ll get all that i
f you tell mom and dad?” I ask ironically.
“No... But at least I don’t have to see it all handed to you by the stud of the county. Even if it’s only for a week. Make no mistake about it, he’ll fuck you and ditch you like the sluts he’d railed before you. You think he’ll change for you?” She lets out a small chuckle, briefly searching my eyes.“If you do, then you’re a bigger idiot than I thought you are. Anyway, if you don’t want mom and dad to know about him, you’ll stop seeing him. If not, I have no problem telling them. It sits well with me either way. I can’t wait to hear dad roaring, and mom crying a river. Her precious little girl seduced by the dangerous businessman,” she says mockingly.
“What makes you think they’d be against him?” I ask, merely to confirm my own suspicions.
A grin stretches across her face.
“Oh, dear Rain. You can’t possibly ask me that. You already know. That’s why you didn’t tell them in the first place. They wouldn’t sneeze at his money, but they sure don’t want to be associated with him.”
“Yet you were so obsessed with him.”
“Yes, I was and still am,” she admits, “and I know for a fact that he’d have more fun with someone like me. Like you, all I wanted was to get a shot at him.”
“You think that’s what it was? Me, taking a chance at him?”
“Honestly, I don’t. You're too dumb. Idealistic. It was probably an accident for him, and clearly, dumb luck for you. That’s why I think, he’ll get bored.”
A soft rustle, makes us whip our gazes to the stairs.
“Ma'am, you can’t be here,” Veronica says, strolling to us. Daria’s eyes dart at me, unsure whom she’s talking to.
As she strides closer, Veronica’s eyes go straight to Daria.
“I’m sorry. Guests are not allowed in this part of the house,” she says, gripping Daria’s arm and leading her to the staff’s stairs.
“What about her?”
“She’s not a guest.”
Daria’s eyes bulge so hard, they look like they’re about to fall off her face.
“Fucking bitch,” she growls at me, her eyes throwing daggers as Veronica hauls her down the stairs.
As they vanish out of sight, I take a shaky breath and lean against the doorframe.
