by Abby Angel
It's simple. Everything is fine. Thomas is a great guy, and Lisa is just hurting, which is why she's so negative about the whole thing. My life is headed right where I need it to.
Thomas
Nicole's become much more comfortable around me. We’ve slipped into a groove.
Everything between us is like we’ve known each other for years. Since we’ve slept together, Nicole is comfortable in her own skin like I’ve never seen her before. She's confident, and that only makes her sexier. It's as if she’s come into her own.
As she's now more comfortable; I'm getting nervous. She’s been asking me questions the whole night. It's as if she's suddenly decided to get to know who I really am. I haven't told her much. Aside from everything to do with Elanda and my destiny, I don't have that much to tell her.
My royal lineage is a secret I intend to keep. There's no coming back from that. No way to put the genie back in the bottle once it's out. It would change things between us, and I don't want that to happen. I like the way things are going with us. Why ruin it now?
She asks me if I can take her to my apartment.
"I don’t even know where you live," she says.
I resist at first. I rarely ever bring women back to my place. I’d done that with Jessica, and that had turned into a goddamn nightmare. Still, Nicole is nothing like Jessica. I can't think of a good reason to tell her no.
We drive in my car, and I weave through the streets of the Upper East Side. It doesn't take long before I pull into the parking garage beneath my building.
"This is it?" Nicole asks.
I nod. "Yeah, this is it."
She looks around at the other parking spots. "There are a lot of expensive cars down here," she says.
I glance at the cars. My neighbors are all wealthy. They all have expensive cars, just like I do.
"I guess so," I say.
We take the elevator, and I press the button for the penthouse.
"Fancy," she says. I nod. The elevator doors ping and slide open in the lobby. Someone else calls for it. When the doors open, Nicole gasps and steps out of the elevator.
"This is just the lobby," I say.
"I know," she says, turning around. "Look at this place!"
I look at it the way a stranger might see it. The floor is marble, and the front desk is a colossal structure with a marble top. Large, real plants decorate the corners, bursting with colorful flowers. Security stands in front of the doors. It isn't exactly the kind of thing Nicole is used to.
This is why I don't want to bring women home with me. I've done it before, and the reaction is always the same. They're intimidated by my wealth. Either that, or like Jessica when she’d found out my status by accident, they stop seeing me as just a man. They’re more interested in my money and what I can offer them as a crown prince. I don't think Nicole would ever be like that, but I don't want to risk it. I have no more than eleven days left before going back home. There's no reason to ruin it all now. We have such a good thing going.
"This is amazing," Nicole says to me. "I can’t believe you’re so modest about it all. This is like walking into a palace."
I shrug. "Come on," I say. "I’ll show you my place before I take you home."
Nicole nods and walks back to the elevator. I press the button. The doors slide open almost immediately, and we step in. I press the button for the penthouse again. When the doors slide closed, we're in the elevator alone.
"What is it your parents do again?" she asks me. "I mean, you mentioned taking over the family business, but I never asked what that was."
I shrug. "It’s sort of a management thing, you could say. It’s not really for me, though. I don’t want to go into it."
"You’re not going to break away and do your own thing?" she asks.
I shake my head. If only. "My parents are a little overbearing. As their only son, I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice."
"That’s a pity," Nicole says. "But the money in this business has to be worth it. I mean, I know that’s not what it’s about, but if you’re just out of school and already living in a place like this?" She looks at me. Her eyes are serious. "It just looks like a nice life."
I take a deep breath. "It’s complicated," I say. "I don’t really want to talk about it." She nods. I look at her. Nicole and I are enclosed in a small space, and I can smell her perfume. I breathe it in, and it awakens the primal side in me.
Over these last few weeks, I’ve been keeping my ravenous appetites in check. I don't want to scare Nicole away. But now that she has opened up to me, I can't hold back any more.
I pull her closer to me.
"I want you," I say. "Now."
"Here?"
I nod. "You have to do it in a public space at least one," I nuzzle her neck, my hand already on her breast. She moans, tipping her head back for me.
"Is that so?" she moans her breath sweet and warm against my ear as I massage her breast. She’s leaning into my touch and my kiss, so I know she wants me too.
"I think you want me," I breathe on her neck before tugging at her skin with my teeth.
"I always want you, Thomas," my cock grows as she speaks my name in that needy voice I’ve grown to love so much.
She might think she wants me all the time, but she has no idea what that’s really like. I, on the other hand do, because I’m used to having a woman every night and to my surprise Nicole is still the only woman I’ve been seeing, so if I don’t see her I go without, which leaves me with a constant hunger for her. And I do mean constant.
This might be too much for her, and I know I’m running the risk of her running off, but I want her so badly I can’t stop myself. Nicole isn’t the same girl I first started dating. Gone is the timid girl who wouldn’t tell me she was a virgin, so I trust she’ll let me know if she’s uncomfortable. Besides, even before she was comfortable and relaxed with me, she had no problem letting me know when enough was enough.
"Then let me have you," I slowly gather the hem of her dress, my fingertips running along her soft thigh with each exposed inch.
"We have to hide from the camera," she whispers conspiratorially while glancing at the camera in the top right corner of the elevator.
A deep desire rushes through me as I realize she’s going to let me have her in the elevator. She doesn’t know, but I was worried she would reject me. She’s been adjusting to me, becoming a freak, trying different types of acts and now she’s ready to try new places. My manhood swells as my fingertips feel the drenched lace of her panties.
"You’re soaked," I gasp when I slide my finger beneath the thin fabric to feel the slickness of her velvety opening.
"Ahh," she moans, completely ignoring my observation.
She’s like putty in my hands, wanting me to mold her, bend her, and do whatever is necessary to get her off. In the past weeks we’ve become quite addicted to each other and although I often feel like its just me experiencing these feelings of intense attraction, I’m regularly given signs that she is right there with me and now is no different. She wants me, and she wants me bad.
She’s moaning in the elevator, and then she reaches behind her and pushes the emergency stop button hard. She damn near punches the button.
"What are you doing?" I ask, confused.
"We need time." She answers flatly, looking up to me with lust swirling in those beautiful gray eyes I love so much.
"Two seconds ago you were worried about the camera," I remind her, a mischievous grin on m face.
"That was before I realized you could block me," she explains, her hands humbling with my belt. I’m watching her in disbelief, she’s craving me like I want her to—exactly the same way I do her. After unbuttoning my pants, my heavy cock falls into her hands, stiff as a log.
Glancing over my shoulder, I look toward the camera, debating the best way to fuck her, hard and fast, without giving Andy, the security guard in the lobby, a free peep show. Realizing that Nicole is right, as long as we stay at
this angle there's no way they’ll be able to see us; I make a move, but before I can turn to tell her the plan I feel a wet warmness on my cock.
"Oh fuck!" I blurt out, turning to see Nicole on her knees, a mouth full of my cock as she sloppily kisses my member before stuffing me down her throat.
She’s gotten so good at giving blow jobs, I have to really focus to stop from cumming, and that’s gonna be even more difficult today because of the circumstances. It’s just something about the secrecy and potential to be caught, especially since she’s pushed the emergency stop. My cock is hardening against her soft tongue as she moans with my cock in her mouth.
My tip hits the back of her throat as she hums in pleasure, like I just taste that good. The sound feels like a vibration on my cock, and I know I cum a little in her mouth as the pressure builds in my chest.
"Don’t make me cum, Nicole," I growl, trying my best to sound assertive, but she’s come to learn how powerful she is with my cock in her mouth.
Completely at her mercy, and unable to focus or think straight, I’ll pretty much do anything she wants when she’s looking up at me with those watery eyes, her jaw stretched as those plump lips wrap around my shaft. Fuck, it’s sexy, and she’s so good at sucking me off.
What’s strange is how delicate I am with her when she’s blowing me. Typically, I fuck a girl’s mouth, ramming my cock straight down her throat, holding onto her shoulders for leverage. It’s nasty, and a bit forceful the way I’ve liked it in the past. I’ve never been okay with giving any power, especially during sex, but with Nicole it's so different.
Everything between us is intimate, and I think she’s beautiful and elegant at all times, even when she’s got a mouthful of my manhood shoved down her throat. Hell, especially when that’s the case. I always brush her hair from her face, sometimes holding her hair back. With my hand cradling the nape of her neck, I angle her head just how I want it.
Dropping her hands to her side, she submits to me and relaxes her jaws. I could cum right then. I love when she gives me the power, especially when she knows it's hers for the taking. My hips slowly rock, and she takes me in the back of her throat as I inch length down her tongue, before sliding back out. When my tip is all that’s left against her tongue, she sucks hard, the sensation sending chills up my spine.
It’s one of those things that kind of hurts, but also feels good, so you have to do it again, and I do. This time, she’s a quicker and I instantly repeat it. Sliding in slow as her throat expands to fit my thick girth. Sliding out, she sucks my tip so hard a loud sound echoes through the elevator and I my eyelids droop in ecstasy. Fuck, she turns me on.
My hips are rocking faster now, as I mentally prepare myself to stop. There’s no way I’m cumming in her mouth in this elevator. I want to fuck her and she knows that. She’s given me control, but she’s still in charge. The thought makes me grin. She’s learned so much about sex from me already. I do the same thing to her all the time, making her think she has control when I’m really completely in control, dominating her in one way or another.
Her mouth is swirling now, as she bobs forward when I slide my cock out of her mouth. She’s acting like she doesn’t want to stop sucking me, so she’s chasing this cock. Chasing my nut for me, dying to feel me nut. She told me she likes the taste of me, and I can’t help but think of that every time she sucks me off. You can tell she likes it, because she tries to suck my soul out every time.
"Ungh! Fuck, baby," my hips are waving forward aggressively now, my body climbing my mountain, ready to fall into an abyss of pleasure, and she knows it.
Looking up at me, she gazes into my eyes as I stroke my length against her tongue, over and over. She knows I love watching myself disappear in her mouth, and she does it so seductively when she catches me watching. Gritting my teeth, I try to tell myself to turn away, but its like watching a train wreck, I just can’t. She’s smiling at me with her eyes, twirling her soft tongue around my shaft, and making that loud sucking noise as she struggles to keep me in her mouth as long as possible.
"Ahh! Nicole, baby," I bite the words out, my body just wanting to feel her, focus on her work as she drives me to nut all in her mouth.
"Mm hm?" She actually answers me with a mouthful of cock, and I know I’m two seconds from nutting. I feel my balls draw up, looking deep into her eyes. She’s fucking me with her mouth, I can’t fucking take it, but I can't tell her to stop.
"Don’t make me cum, baby," I’m pleading, begging. I want it, she knows I want it, I know I want it. My hips are still surging forward, waving as she bobs on and off my cock, her mouth filled with spit, making it feel like I’m ramming my cock into a warm bath before her tongue brushes against it and then her mouth closes in sucking me hard just before I slide out. Fuck! It’s amazing, and with each stroke I want more, I want it faster, and my body grows weaker.
"Nicole… Baby… Please," I’m whining now. I hear myself, but I can’t help it. Damn, she’s good. I’m going to make her pay for this. As soon as I get her in my apartment, I’m going to fuck her on every surface we touch.
"Baby, I’m not cumming in your mouth," I say, my hips surging forward despite my declaration.
"Why not?" She pouts, and I’m instantly regretting saying anything that would make her stop.
I should take advantage of this moment and pull her to her feet so I can regain the upper hand, but instead I just look down at her, as she lowers her dress to expose her lace bra, pushing her already perky breasts even higher. My cock is coated in her saliva, beginning to feel cold from the air conditioning.
As if she can read my mind, she grips me with her fist and leans her head between my legs. My feet part, confused and she takes my balls in her mouth, sucking gently.
"Holy fuck!" I blurt; my legs feel like stone. She’s jerking me off and sucking on my balls, and it feel amazing. My eyes roll in the back of my head as the tip of my deck years for the warmness of her tongue.
"Fuck it," I mutter mostly to myself, but I know Nicole hears me.
"Mm?" she hums. It feels amazing. My balls are so sensitive, and she’s squeezing my cock so hard.
"Put it in your mouth," I order.
"Hmm?" she hums, but I know she’s heard me.
"Oh fuck…" I open my legs wider; the pressure is through the fucking roof. I’m going to drop a serious quart of cum in her throat.
"Suck me off, Nicole. Put my cock in your mouth," I growl, hungry for her.
"I can make you cum?" she asks, sassily, as my balls fall from her mouth.
Without words, I step forward so that my cock is directly in her face. She knows what I want. I’m not going to let her tease me about it. I want her mouth, and I want to cum all down her throat. A smile flashes across her face before she begins my favorite stage of her blow jobs.
She does that pepper grinder routine – twisting both of her hands in opposite direction on the shaft of my cock while bobbing forward and backward, twisting her head to suck the tip. She always saves this bit for the end, because it never fails to make me cum.
"Ahh, yeah, baby. Just like that," I groan, my head falling backward while my hips shift forward, rocking to and from, my cock sliding back and forth against her tongue. Glancing down, she’s paying me no attention, focused on her rhythm, and I’m lucky I get to watch as she goes to work without giving me those sexy eyes that always cut through my defenses.
"Ungh! Like that, baby. Fuck yeah! Suck me off!" I grunt, but she still doesn’t pay me any attention, instead she speeds up her mouth and both hands, working faster as the pressure hits my throat.
My hips are rocking crazily now, I’m definitely losing control, and we both know I’m going to cum now, but I want to see her. I love watching my cock disappear, but there’s nothing better than looking down at her stretched jaws, those eyes looking up at me with pure desire to please me.
"Look at me," I order and she immediately drops her focus, still jacking and sucking me, but now with that look of inno
cence in her eyes.
This is the only cock she’s ever sucked. I’m the only man that’s ever seen her like this, felt her like this, fucked her like this. It drives me on every time. I love having her firsts, and only experiences.
"I’m gonna cum down your throat, baby," I bite my bottom lip as I watch her suck me, the sounds and even the smell of her turning me on.
"Mm hm," she hums her approval.
"You gonna swallow it?" I ask, but I know she will, she always does. But it, like everything else she does is so sexy, just thinking about it makes me want to cum on the spot.
"Mmm hmmm," she moans loudly, sending long vibrations to my shaft.
"Oh fuck!" I groan, knowing it’s coming.
My breathing is out of control, my abs tense with anxiety as I prepare to fight back the urge to roar like a caveman when the pleasure pours out of me like a fountain. Nicole makes me cum harder and longer than anyone else. No woman has ever turned me on like she does, and it has the wildest effect on me.
"Oh, right there, baby… Oh, Nicole… Baby, baby, baby…" My hips are slowing, just like they do before every climax.
It’s like my body wants to savor the last strokes, feel every single indent in her tongue, hear that slopping noise clearly, and look deeper into her eyes, right before I feel that incredible release, the greatest feeling in the world.
