by Cara Addison
“You want me to come on your tongue?” he panted.
She nodded slightly, giving him full permission to unload in her welcoming mouth.
Seconds later, the first shot of hot cum laced across her lips to hit her tongue. She purposefully closed her lips tight, watching his eyes widen as the next few streams sprayed against her cheek and chin. She held his cock tight, feeling the final wad surge up his cock. She closed her eyes just in time as the thick cum landed against her eyelashes and pooled around her eyes.
She could hear him grunting and panting in between expletives as she licked her lips. As cum trickled down her cheek she heard him say, “Damn, Aurora, you’ve never let me come on your face before.”
She submerged below the surface, letting the water wash away the cum from her eyes before resurfacing to say, “You’ve never asked.”
She opened her eyes to see him leaning against the edge of the tub, still panting heavily. The expression on his face was a mix of deep arousal and utter astonishment. “I didn’t think anyone other than porn stars and hookers took facials,” he confessed. “That was one fucking hot surprise, Aurora.”
Aurora beamed. It was precisely the response she had hoped for.
“What prompted that little treat?” he asked, sitting heavily on the ledge beside her.
She shrugged her shoulders as his finger delicately traced the line across her cheek where his cum had landed. “I was curious,” she admitted.
“Didn’t you just have a facial on Sunday?”
She smiled at the naughty innuendo.
“Did you come?” he asked tenderly before leaning down to steal a kiss.
“No. That wasn’t really my plan.”
“Your plan?”
She smiled mischievously neither confirming nor denying her role in the outcome.
“You’re a devious treat,” he said with another series of kisses. He looked at her with a contented sigh. “Get up. I’m taking you to the bedroom. I owe you one hell of an orgasm, Aurora.”
She was happy to comply.
* * * *
“I had Nicholas give me a facial on Friday night,” Aurora said casually.
Melissa almost fell off the treadmill. Once she had gained her composure and caught back up to the pace alongside her friend, she quietly asked, “and what was it like?”
Aurora smiled warmly. “It was beyond incredible,” she enthused.
“You enjoyed it?” her friend asked with noticeable surprise in her voice.
“I really did. It was incredibly erotic to watch his face. He was completely surprised.” Aurora turned to her friend and added, “and incredibly appreciative.”
The two ladies jogged side by side before Melissa finally asked, “What did it feel like?”
Aurora had thought for two days about how to describe the euphoric event. “Physically, it was pleasant. His warm cum on my face felt lovely.”
Melissa self-consciously glanced around to make sure no one was listening to the private exchange.
“But beyond that, it was incredible. I can’t find the words to describe how powerful it felt. It was intoxicating to have that much control over every bit of his pleasure.”
“Wow,” her friend exclaimed. “I wonder how captain control freak felt about that.”
“Melissa, I keep telling you, he’s not a control freak!” Aurora took a long drink from her water bottle before explaining. “He isn’t domineering,” she explained. “He just doesn’t like being told what to do. He doesn’t like the harder, deeper, or do it this way or do it that way kind of commands. He prefers to know how to please me without my giving step by step direction.” Aurora closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “And goodness knows, the man knows exactly what I need and how I need it.”
“But you have to admit that you told him what to do in order to get him to give you a facial.”
Two guys walking by as Melissa uttered the word facial stopped and stared at the two beautiful women.
“Spa treatment,” Aurora explained sarcastically. “We’re talking about spa treatments.”
Neither man appeared to believe her, but continued on their way.
“I didn’t tell him what to do at all. I simply found a way to communicate something I wanted in a way that made it seem like his idea.”
Melissa looked at her friend and shook her head. “Geez. Now who’s the manipulative control freak?”
Aurora shrugged her shoulders. “Call it what you want. I got what I wanted and he was happy to offer it.”
“Do you think you’ll get a repeat performance?”
“I certainly hope so,” she said with zeal.
They jogged another mile in silence before Melissa asked about Aurora’s plans for the upcoming week.
“I hope we can finalize the Mayberry deal this week. Then, I think Nicholas and I are going to Florida for a break. He has some events to attend during spring training.”
Melissa cringed. “A week of baseball? How boring. Why couldn’t he work in a decent sport like football?”
Aurora laughed. “You are welcome to say that to his face, Mel, but I want to be far from the room when you do. The man loves his Yankees.”
“Ugh. There’s no accounting for taste.”
“He loves the Spartans, too, Mel. That’s all that matters.”
“Touché.”
“You know, I think Leo is coming down to join us for a few days, you should, too.”
Melissa’s expression turned to one of disgust. “It’s March. Isn’t the entire state filled with old people and families trying to escape winter?”
Aurora laughed at her stereotypical view of snowbirds and families making the pilgrimage to Disney. “Not entirely, Mel. We have a waterfront home we stay at in Tampa. It’s an adult’s only area. No families and no grey hairs.”
With that news, Melissa appeared to have a change of heart. “Let me look at my schedule. If I can get away for a few days I’ll let you know.”
As they neared the eight-mile mark, Aurora slowed her machine. She was ready cool down and stretch before they hit the showers. They spent the rest of the afternoon at a gallery opening in SoHo before saying goodbye to each other.
When Aurora arrived home, she found Nicholas and his friend Leo watching Sunday afternoon sports. It appeared they were simultaneously watching two games while furiously debating the Yankees’ chances in the upcoming baseball season.
“Melissa says hi,” she called out on her way up to the master bedroom. She intended to finish a novel she’d started before the Mayberry deal took her schedule hostage.
“Get that sexy ass back down here,” Nicholas called out. “Come watch the game with us.”
She stepped back down the stairs and peered into the living room. His uncharacteristic greeting had surprised her. “Have you been drinking?” she asked slowly. Nicholas’s boisterous laugh confirmed her suspicions.
“We’ve had a few. Come sit with me, gorgeous.”
Aurora walked past one empty whiskey bottle and glanced at a second, which was already being enjoyed. She sat next to Nicholas on the sofa as he poured her an ample portion of the very expensive liquor.
“What’s the occasion?” she asked.
“Leo won a bet on the game yesterday and he decided to share his good fortune with me, rather than sit at home drinking by his lonely-ass self.”
“Aw. No hot date this weekend?” Aurora asked, patting her friend’s thigh.
“Nope. Not this weekend. Still living the dream, sweetie. No ball and chain for me, just yet.”
“Oh Leo, you do know how to sweet talk a girl. However did you know I like being called a ball and chain?”
Her pointed sarcasm made both men laugh boisterously and she had further confirmation of their intoxication.
Leo leaned over the armrest of his chair to where Aurora sat on the sofa and clinked her glass. “Hey, congratulations. I hear you have a fallback career in porn if this whole CEO thing doesn’t work out for you.�
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Aurora almost choked on the sip of whiskey in her mouth. “You told him?” she asked Nicholas.
“Girl, I got a play-by-play of that action.” Aurora continued to stare at Nicholas while Leo spoke. “The devil is in the details, Aurora.”
“Oh don’t look at me that way! I had to tell him,” Nicholas said defensively.
“You did not!” she exclaimed.
Nicholas set down his glass, sat up straight, and looked right into her eyes. “Are you telling me that you didn’t tell Miss Mel-the-movie-mogul all about our little escapade?”
Aurora blushed noticeably.
“Ha! I knew it!” Nicholas exclaimed as he sat back comfortably in the sofa.
“I didn’t give her a play-by-play,” Aurora said defensively.
“I bet you’re wishing now that you had,” Leo chimed in.
She knew she couldn’t be mad at Nicholas for doing exactly as she had. Aurora spent the next few minutes in silence, desperately trying to follow either one of the games they were watching as they loudly commentated the games. “All right, I’m outta here,” she announced. “You two are drunk and I can’t keep up with whatever it is that you’re watching.”
As she walked across the room toward the doorway, Leo muted the television. “Hey, Aurora!”
She turned to face him.
“I was just kidding, sweetie. You know that I think you’re amazing. You’re one in a million and he’s the luckiest guy in the world.”
“Thank you, Leo.”
Chapter 11
On Thursday afternoon, the Mayberry purchase became a reality. Aurora had been right. In the end, F-Five paid an acquisition premium, spending twenty-two dollars a share to complete the acquisition. She and the entire executive team were thankful she had insisted that they snap up as many shares early in the deal. She knew, that even at twenty-two dollars, she had gotten an incredible deal. With a fifty-two week high near sixty dollars, she was confident that the price would continue to rebound. She was encouraged that head designer Michael Mayberry’s malfeasance hadn’t tainted the brand permanently. She was also thrilled that her personal investment in Mayberry had quadrupled in value and was destined to increase her personal net worth.
Now that Mayberry had officially been adopted into the F-Five family, Aurora focused on their design dilemma. With head designer Michael out of the picture, the brand was in need of some design leadership.
Aurora arrived at the office early on Friday morning, spending the next six hours on a videoconference with the management team in London as they strategized a plan to name a lead designer.
One by one, they went through a list of in-house designers before exploring an array of freelance designers as they considered the designs and marketability of each candidate. Aurora was encouraged that a number of candidates had a strong presence with styles that mirrored the Mayberry brand. She felt that two or three individuals would be highly marketable.
What frustrated Aurora was the constant resistance to her comments and suggestions by Mayberry CEO, John Nobel. At every turn, the British executive resisted her ideas, often suggesting the complete opposite, even when it went against every other opinion in each room. She wasn’t sure if it was personal or professional, but his behavior was completely unacceptable to Aurora.
When the call was over, Aurora pulled Dan aside. “I’m going to be out of the office next week. Will you see to it that we initiate that clause in the agreement, that all executives at Mayberry be interviewed and assessed to determine their loyalty and commitment to the ongoing success of the brand?”
“You’re worried about Nobel?”
“He’s clearly defiant at this point. Perhaps it’s just a bruised ego, but I want to be certain.”
“I’m with you. I’ll see to it that we conduct the assessments. We’ll make sure that everyone on the bus is enthusiastic about the expedition we’re headed on.”
“Thank you, Dan. Let’s be sure. I don’t want any surprise detours on this adventure.”
“I’ll take care of it, Aurora. Enjoy your time away.”
Aurora packed her cocoa-colored calfskin briefcase from Hermes with the files and paperwork she might need while away from the office. Specifically, she wanted to study the designs of those candidates who might take over to lead the Mayberry brand. She added her MacBook to the bag before calling her assistant into the office to issue a laundry list of instructions. “I’ll be available intermittently,” she said before leaving the office. “You know what to do. Touch base if there are any emergencies.”
* * * *
An hour later, they were wheels up, leaving work behind as Teterboro faded out of sight. Two short hours later, the jet touched down in the warm sunshine of Tampa, Florida.
Insisting they travel without an attendant, Aurora and Nicholas had the luxury cabin to themselves. They spent much of the journey naked in the rear of the cabin, kicking off their vacation pleasuring each other. As she sucked on his cock, Aurora’s mind reflected on the night he had come on her face and she ached for a repeat of that performance. Numerous times since that night, the vision of his face as his cum hit her cheek had flashed into her mind. She found herself repeatedly thinking about the experience, wondering why she was so captivated by it.
Feeling completely relaxed after a flight of indulgence, they settled into the luxury waterfront home that Nicholas had arranged. As she unpacked her bags, Aurora received the text that indicated if she were still welcome, Melissa could get away for a few days.
Aurora was thrilled. She knew Nicholas had a number of tee times scheduled with corporate sponsors and having Melissa join her would be a special way to spend her time without Nicholas. After a quick exchange, Aurora confirmed that Melissa would arrive the next morning. She shared the news with Nicholas who was sitting on the lanai, looking out over the infinity pool and waves lapping in the bay.
He pulled her into his lap to enjoy the stunning sunset that seemed to have waited just for their arrival on the coast.
* * * *
Nicholas surprised Aurora with breakfast in bed on their first morning in the warm spring sunshine.
“You know how to make eggs?” she asked leisurely as she joined him on the lanai off the master bedroom. The warm breeze off the water felt so comfortable on her naked body.
“Are you planning on getting dressed?”
“Naked isn’t good?”
“Naked is very good, but not if you’re sharing it with the neighborhood. Put on a robe, please.”
She reluctantly retreated to the bedroom, emerging a moment later with a soft pink kimono robe securely fastened around her petite frame.
“When do you tee off?” she asked as she sat down and poured them each a coffee.
“I slept later than I thought. I need to be at the course in an hour.”
“That’s too bad,” she said nonchalantly. “That doesn’t leave time for you to give me a facial.”
There was an extended pause as he absorbed her proposal. “I promise you, Aurora, there is always time for that,” he replied as he took a bite of toast. He sat back in his chair and studied her while he chewed. “What’s your fascination with me coming on your face all about?” he asked pointedly.
She shrugged her shoulders while sipping coffee. “I’m not really sure. It just keeps popping into my head. It’s like I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You enjoyed it that much?”
“I enjoyed it more than I thought I would,” she admitted.
“That’s interesting.” He watched her as she ate. Even without makeup and with unruly curls, she was gorgeous. He stood up and took her by the hand. “Follow me.”
She looked up in surprise. “We’re having breakfast,” she protested.
“Sweetheart,” he explained, “I’m going to go to the bathroom and I’m going to stroke my cock until I come. I promise you the outcome will be more fun if you’re kneeling in front of me.”
She swallowed hard
. “You’re serious?”
“Very.”
Five minutes later, Aurora stood in the shower, washing a layer of thick fluid off her face as Nicholas stood behind her, kissing her neck and shoulders. “Was it what you expected?” he whispered in her ear.
She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her breasts against his chest. She buried her face in his neck as she savored the surge of endorphins through her body. Her pussy throbbed as she finally answered. “It was incredible, Nicholas. I can’t explain how sexy it makes me feel.”
“Jesus, Aurora, what’s gotten into you?”
As much time as she’d spent pondering it, she had no explanation to offer him.
Thirty-five minutes later, Nicholas rushed out the front door, certain he would be late for his tee off time with corporate sponsors. “Euphoric, but late,” he assured her.
* * * *
By the time the early afternoon sun hit the deck of the pool, Melissa had arrived and settled into one of the five empty bedrooms. Within minutes, the two friends were sitting by the pool, soaking up the afternoon sunshine. The eighty-five degree day that was soaked in humidity was so much more tolerable by the water. Aurora felt a little badly for Nicholas walking the greens of a golf course in such heat. Wearing a just a micro bikini, Aurora felt badly complaining about the heat.
“Such torture,” her friend chided. “Especially coming from Manhattan where it’s barely spring.”
Aurora excused herself to refill their glasses with ice water. She promised Melissa that they would switch to margaritas shortly.
“What is Nicholas up to today?” Melissa asked when Aurora sat back into her lounger.
“One of their corporate sponsors is in town this week to take in some spring training. They played golf this morning, and planned to attend the ball game this afternoon. He should be home by dinner.”
Together, the girls talked through menu ideas for dinner. They debated seafood versus chicken and what type of pasta they would enjoy. With the heat and humidity, they finally decided on grilled fish with a couscous salad and steamed broccoli.
