by Cara Addison
Without saying a word, she bent over the edge of the granite counter top and placed her hands flat up against the backsplash. She cried out as his cock met her pussy, disappearing in two hard thrusts to fill her completely. “Oh god, Nicholas,” she moaned. She rose to her tiptoes as he lunged deep and hard against her.
He heard her let out a long moan as he leaned forward, placing one hand on the wall next to hers while the other slid up the inside of her jersey to find her swollen breasts. For five long minutes, he teased her nipples while he savored the feeling of her tight, wet pussy around his cock. When her moans turned to uneven gasps he slowed his thrusts and pinched her nipple between two fingers to give it a good tug. “Come for me,” he urged.
Simultaneously, her elbows buckled causing her body to fall forward to lie flat against the cold granite while her pussy rhythmically clenched and released against his cock. “I’m coming,” she slowly moaned.
The intense feeling of her pussy pulsing against his dick was too much. He gave in to the sensation and released shot after shot of cum inside her.
When his balls were empty, he lifted her upper body up off the counter, holding her close as he murmured, “You’re wearing this shirt the rest of the day, babe.”
She turned her head to accept his kisses on her cheek. “Only if you promise to spend the day fucking me like you just did.”
“You’ve got my word.”
* * * *
After standing naked in the kitchen and enjoying a hearty breakfast he set out to keeping his promise.
At noon, his face was buried between her legs, eating her pussy like he’d never eaten it before. By early afternoon, he was fucking her on the stairs, unable to make it to the fourth floor bedroom before the overpower urge to take her. At four o’clock, he led her to the shower to wash away another layer of cum before setting her on the vanity to fill her with his hot white fluid all over again.
Exhausted, they crawled into bed for a nap. Nicholas fell asleep instantly, fully at peace with his arms wrapped around her sweet, sexy, Spartan football-clad body.
When he woke, it was dark outside. Aurora was still breathing soft and slowly in his arms. His stomach ached from hunger and he knew they had fucked away each and every calorie from the breakfast of bacon and French toast.
Without disturbing Aurora, he crept from the bed and made his way to the main floor kitchen where he opened a drawer full of takeout menus. He rummaged through the contents, evaluating options before selecting a menu from his favorite kosher deli, located just two blocks away. He dialed the number and ordered a whitefish salad platter for Aurora and a brisket of beef sandwich for himself.
When he returned to the bedroom to dress, he found Aurora still sound asleep. He scribbled a note and left it on the pillow next to her before pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to dash down the street to pick up some much needed sustenance.
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped back in the door with dinner. He went straight to the bedroom, finding Aurora sitting up, flicking through the channels, and looking for something to watch on television. “I went and got dinner,” he said as he set the takeout bag on the bed and unzipped his pants. “I brought you a cucumber soda, too.”
“I saw your note.” She wasted no time opening the paper bag to retrieve her salad. “Ohh, whitefish. My favorite. I could use some protein,” she gushed.
“Eat up,” he encouraged as he crawled back into bed with her. “I’m by no means done with you,” he promised as he unwrapped his sandwich.
Together they ate, almost inhaling their food. When she had finished the last bite of food, Aurora sat back against the headboard, leaning comfortably on the pile of pillows. “That was so good,” she purred.
Nicholas picked up the remote as he took the last bite of his sandwich. He flicked through a dozen channels, growing annoyed with the lack of suitable television to watch. “Nine hundred channels and there’s nothing decent on.” He continued to flick through the channels before skipping to the range of channels dedicated to adult entertainment. “Wanna watch a porn?” he asked as he slowly scanned the titles.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, if there’s something decent to watch.” She took a sip of her soda as he clicked to the next channel. It was an amateur quality film and he moved on. They watched the next for a moment, discovering it was a less than interesting soft porn plot.
Nicholas continued searching. He stopped and put down the remote at the next channel. With music playing in the background, a pretty girl in her early twenties sat kneeling in the middle of the room, surrounded by close to twenty naked men, each stroking their cocks.
“What the hell is this?” Aurora asked.
“A bukkake.”
She had never heard of such a thing, let alone seen it portrayed on television. She glanced at Nicholas who appeared to be engrossed in the action. He was visibly aroused. She was puzzled. “This turns you on?” she asked in an accusatory tone.
“Fuck yeah.”
She sat up and turned her attention to the man beside her. “You’re aroused at the site of a dozen men jerking off?”
He glanced quickly at Aurora before turning his attention back to the television. “What? No! It’s hot to know that in a minute they’re all going to unload and cover her with cum.”
“They’re going to what?” she asked incredulously. Then, before Nicholas could respond, Aurora watched as the men slowly started to walk toward their target, closing the circle around her. Aurora watched in horror as the first shot of cum flew across the screen, landing in the long blonde hair of the girl on her knees. She smiled up at her donor and appeared to laugh lightly. Her expression changed quickly as three more guys suddenly unloaded on her face. With cum in her eyes, she grimaced. Her smile was gone.
Aurora stared at Nicholas, who was biting his lip, smiling wickedly while rubbing his hand across his balls. She was in shock. “You’re enjoying this?”
“Mmmm. Yes,” was all he could say.
“How can you be enjoying this? She’s clearly not!” Aurora shouted while pointing to the television. She had to look away as the target physically recoiled as a particularly heavy load of thick cum hit her face before running down her cheek to land on her breasts.
“Aurora, she wants to be there. If she wasn’t enjoying it, she wouldn’t be there.”
“Oh my god, how fucking naïve are you? It’s so obvious that she isn’t enjoying this.” Aurora glanced briefly at the screen to see a girl who appeared scared, horrified, and on the brink of crying as two enormous cocks rubbed up against her cum-soaked face before unloading to add another layer of viscous fluid to her hair and face. With her mouth full of cum, she appeared unable to speak or to protest her situation. “This is sick, Nicholas.”
He glared at her, annoyed that she was ruining the experience for him. “She agreed to participate in a bukkake, Aurora,” he shouted. “She wants to be there.”
Aurora stared at him in disbelief. “She’s not much more than a kid. She’s likely broke and did it for the money.” She was almost spitting out the words. “I promise you, she’s not enjoying that.”
“Aurora, don’t be ridiculous. I just came all over your tits a few hours ago. How can you possibly tell me that it’s not enjoyable?”
Aurora furrowed her brows. “Are you telling me that the depth of our relationship with each other is the same level of commitment that twenty guys have with complete stranger?”
“Aurora, just shut the hell up! You’re ruining this for me.”
She stood up and pulled off the football jersey, throwing it to the floor. She yanked on her robe. “I’m leaving. I can’t watch this.”
He was pissed. He was pissed that she was killing the moment, but he was furious that she had so defiantly taken off his shirt and discarded it. He was on his knees, shouting at her as she walked toward the door. “Pick that up!”
She half turned to face him. “Go fuck yourself.”
He was fum
ing. “Did you just tell me what to do? You are such a fucking—”
She interrupted him. “I swear, Nicholas, if the next word out of your mouth starts with a C, you’re an asshole.”
…cunt sucking bitch! “Get the fuck out of here,” he bellowed.
She turned and did just as he said.
He furiously punched the rewind button on the TiVo remote, returning to the beginning of the film before throwing the remote across the room. He sat back, vigorously stroking his cock. “You want me to go fuck myself, little miss priss? That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he hissed.
Chapter 8
With plans to meet up with her closest friend, Aurora couldn’t wait to get out of the house on Sunday morning. They had barely spoken the rest of the evening, spending time on separate levels of the house before Aurora reluctantly crawled into bed once Nicholas was asleep.
While he worked out at the gym, she showered and dressed, relieved to be leaving the house before he returned.
Aurora took a taxi to 55th street where the private Core Club was located. She stepped in the door where she was warmly greeted by staff. It was the intimate and unpretentious service that kept Aurora coming to the quaint spa.
A moment later, her longtime friend stepped in the door. If Aurora was beautiful, then Melissa was drop dead gorgeous. With long wavy blonde hair and big blue eyes, Melissa had gone from a successful career as a child actor to owning her own production company. She had been responsible for the success of long running television series and a handful of his movies. No matter what was going on in their individual lives, seeing Melissa was a treat. They never failed to just pick up exactly where they left off on their last visit.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you,” Aurora said after an enthusiastic hug.
“Well, haven’t you been the talk of the town!”
With her fight with Nicholas unresolved, Aurora had barely thought about the exciting events of the previous week. “Oh,” Aurora groaned. “What a crazy week it’s been. Between quarterly earnings and a quick little jaunt to the UK, I’m more than ready for a little pampering.”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look a little stressed,” Melissa said as they walked down the hall to prepare for their massages. “What’s going on?” she asked with genuine concern in her voice.
Aurora’s forced smile turned to a frown as she sighed heavily. “Nicholas and I had a huge fight last night and we’ve hardly talked since.”
“Ewww. How bad was it?” he friend asked.
Aurora sighed heavily. “I definitely said things I shouldn’t have.”
“Like what,” Melissa probed.
“I was so mad at him,” Aurora explained she looked sheepish me at the ground. “I may have told him to go fuck himself.”
“Well,” Melissa said with a chuckle, “how did Captain Control Freak take that?”
“He’s not a control freak,” Aurora said defensively. There was nothing about her personal life or professional aspirations that she hadn’t shared with Melissa in the past. She had been open about unconventional nature of her relationship with Nicholas on numerous occasions. “He was pretty pissed.”
“What were you fighting about?”
Aurora thought back to the events that have led up to the unfortunate exchange of words. She wasn’t sure that she was prepared to talk about the bukkake, even with her very best friend and personal confidant. “It doesn’t really matter what we were fighting about,” Aurora explained. “It’s the fact that we completely disagreed on something and he didn’t consider my opinion on the matter to have value.”
Melissa’s expression turned pensive. ”I’m sorry to hear that, honey. Of everyone I know you were the smartest independent thinker I know. I can’t believe you’d be on the wrong side of this argument.”
It was comforting to be able to talk, even in general terms about the feud and to know that her friend was there to support her. “Thanks, Mel. That makes me feel a lot better.”
“What are you going to say to him when you get home?” her friend queried.
Aurora exhaled as the masseuse delivered deep tissue pressure to a tense area of her back. “I don’t know. I’ll have to find a way to apologize for the hurtful things I said in anger, without apologizing for my opinion.”
“We all say things when we’re angry that we regret later. I’m sure he’s sorry for things he said, too.”
The two women lay in peace for a few moments, letting the massage therapists work magic to relieve stress.
Melissa finally broke the silence. “So, tell me about Mayberry. When can I get my hands on some of those sexy little handbags?”
Aurora laughed heartily at her friend. “Finally someone who wants to talk about fashion and not just about stock prices!”
The two women laughed and talked for hours enjoying a massage and then a light sushi lunch as they enjoyed pedicures. They finished off their day of pampering with manicures and a facial.
As she reflected on the movie she had been watching the night before, the image of cum all over the young lady’s face made Aurora wonder if it could in fact, be a pleasurable experience. The youngest aesthetician almost choked when Aurora asked her friend, “do you enjoy it when your boyfriend comes on your face?”
Melissa turned and stared at her friend. “Did you just say come?”
“Yes.”
“As in ejaculate?”
“Yes.”
Melissa sat back in her seat. “I don’t honestly know. No one has ever tried.”
“God, I hate it when he gets it in my hair,” the aesthetician behind Aurora, said under her breath.
Aurora turned to look at the woman who had worked at the spa for years, serving them regularly. “But you don’t mind it on your face?”
The woman sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. “No, I don’t mind. I guess feels nice and warm, it’s intimate, and it’s good for your skin. Why wouldn’t I like that?”
Aurora pondered that response.
“Do you like it?” Melissa asked hesitantly, finally breaking the silence.
“I like it when he comes in my mouth or on my breasts. I’m not sure if he’s ever intentionally aimed for my face.”
“I can’t believe you asked that question,” Melissa said candidly.
The second aesthetician interjected. “I can’t believe you girls have been here for six hours and you’re finally getting around to the juicy topics.”
Aurora snickered. “Juicy,” she repeated.
All four women laughed openly at the innuendo.
“I am not going to be able to give a facial with a straight face for the rest of this week,” the aesthetician said with a laugh.
* * * *
Relaxed from her day of pampering, Aurora stepped boldly in the door of the brownstone. Before leaving the spa, she thought through her approach to her argument with Nicholas. She was mentally prepared for whatever he had to say.
She didn’t expect to find him on the main floor, nor was she surprised to find the second floor dark and vacant. By the time she reached his favorite living space on the third floor and found it empty, she began to wonder where Nicholas might be.
On the next level, she found the master bed and bathroom empty, just as she had the levels below. She finally walked up to the rarely used fifth story and out on to the terrace. She hadn’t found Nicholas anywhere.
She looked around the bare and empty space. When they had first looked at the brownstone, she had visions of an inviting space with lush flower boxes and an outdoor fire pit, framed by comfortable seating. From the moment they took ownership, she had been too busy to turn that dream into a reality. As the sun warmed her face, she promised herself that this season, she would turn that space into a beautiful garden that she and Nicholas could enjoy with friends. She made a mental note to start gathering some design ideas and asking friends for referrals on landscape architects that could bring her vision to life. For now, though, sh
e needed to find Nicholas and resolve their argument.
She left the open space and made her way back down to the main level. She puttered around the kitchen, making herself a cup of herbal tea, wondering where Nicholas could possibly have gone. She checked her phone again. There were still no messages.
As evening drew near and her stomach hinted that she might be hungry, she opened the menu drawer and searched through its contents. Am I ordering food for one or for two? It was the Thai menu that caught her attention, instantly creating a craving for their famous lemongrass soup and fresh spring rolls. Knowing they would deliver solidified her choice and she placed the call. As an afterthought, she added a shrimp pad Thai to the order, knowing that soup and spring rolls would only be enough for one.
Startled by the sound of the door, she physically jumped back from the kitchen island. She hadn’t realized how tense she was. Confronting Nicholas was never a comfortable experience for Aurora.
She met him in the foyer. “Where have you been?” she asked casually even though her stomach was in knots. She realized the last words she had uttered at him had not been kind.
He held up a wooden baseball bat before leaning it against the wall. “I went to the batting cages!”
“With Leo?” she quizzed, wondering if he had spent the day with his friend.
“No,” he said slowly. “I went by myself.”
That was indeed interesting. Aurora knew that when Nicholas needed time alone to think, he did it at the batting cage.
“How was your swing?”
He looked up at her after taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. “Shitty. But you knew that,” he added as he walked past her toward the kitchen. “I’m starving. I’m ordering dinner.”
