by Evie Monroe
I had a sudden burst of boldness and slid my hand down to stroke him through his pants feeling his big, rigid length. He hissed in a breath, and I looked up, deep into his eyes and held his stare as I undid his pants and reached inside. His skin was like silk and feverish in my hand, and I stroked it, paying special attention to his bell-shaped head and gently glided my thumb across his rim. He leaned in and kissed my mouth, and I pulled away, moving downward to position myself between his legs. He watched me the entire time, his eyes filled with wonder as if no one had ever given him such attention, which I knew they had.
I leaned forward and licked his long shaft, and he stroked my hair, urging my head forward. I opened my mouth and closed it around his cock. I closed my eyes and savored the experience of making him feel pleasure, and I relaxed my throat to take him deeper, hoping that for all of my lack of experience, I’d make up for it with willingness.
He slumped down, melting back into the car seat and I was thankful for the privacy we had from the driver and the fact that Johnny wasn’t at the wheel. It was spacious enough for me to do my magic without having to worry about being crowded or messing up my clothes.
“Come here.” He reached down and pulled me up to his mouth and kissed me deeply, not worrying about his taste on my lips. “You’re going to make me finish before we start if you’re not careful, and I want to get you in my bed, and have you beneath me.”
“I’m getting a bit worked up myself.” I let out a long breath and smiled as I situated in his lap.
He stroked my hair and then brought his hand around to cup my breasts, one and then the other and then he sucked my taut nipple into his lips and nibbled, kissing and sucking until I felt a pinch between my legs. Then his hand went lower, down past my knees to the hem of my dress and then up under my dress and between my thighs.
“Your skin is like silk.” He whispered the words against my shoulder and then rubbed firmly against my mound, applying deliberate pressure to my clit. My need grew and as I wondered if he’d make me wait until he had me in bed beneath him, he slipped a finger in between my folds and went knuckle-deep inside my soaking wet pussy.
There was something about having all of that money that had turned me on, and given me the confidence to seduce. It was like something had awakened within me, and I couldn’t wait to have him.
He stroked me, pushing his fingers against my most sensitive spot until I cried out, my muscles clenching on his finger as I came.
“I love that look on your face when I give you pleasure. I’m going make you come so good all night until it’s a permanent expression.” He smiled so wide, and I loved to put that look on his face as well. He was so seductive, and I couldn’t help but think about his experience compared to mine.
He was old enough to be my father, but his entire personality was different from any father figure I’d ever known. I didn’t see him as older, or my senior, even though I knew his adult life had been as long as my entire one.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed me down to my shoulder, then down to my breasts as he continued to rub my clit. I was soaking wet with need, and I wanted him deep inside of me, filling me up and making me complete. I finally found a place I belonged outside of Lewistown, and being with him, at that moment, made me never want to go home.
The car pulled into his drive, and we got out and headed inside, not stopping for so much as a hello to Jack who we’d beaten to the door. The man turned and headed back into the kitchen when he saw us beeline to the stairs, and I wondered if the looks in our eyes were obvious enough that he knew what we were up to.
Johnny pulled me close and tucked me to his side as we headed into the master suite, and then, as soon as we entered his room, he stripped off his shirt and took down his pants. As I reached for my zipper on my dress, he placed his hand over mine, stopping me. “Don’t. I want you just like that.” For a moment, I wondered if I wasn’t good enough naked, but then he reassured me. “You look so fucking hot in that dress; I want to be the one to peel you out of it. And I’m going to do it nice and slow while my cock is buried deep inside of you.” He took my hand and led me to the side of his bed and kissed me. His mouth came down on mine softly as his hands urged me back against the mattress.
I lay down, and as my back hit the soft duvet, he lifted my hem and bunched my dress up over my hips. His eyes met mine and flashed wildly as if a whole new personality had overtaken him. Then he dipped down, and his mouth was against my panties, softly breathing hot against me, and I wanted him to pull them down and kiss me deeper.
As if he’d read my mind, he hooked his fingers into my lace and tugged them down, and then he wasted no time licking me right up my slit and back down again. His tongue played with the tight star below and slid slowly up until he could dip deep inside of me. He took his hand to my clit and rubbed it with the firm pressure that had me pushing my hips up and crying out as I came. He’d given me two orgasms, and now it was my turn. I hadn’t had enough of the taste of him.
I spun around, and he knew immediately what I was going for, so he stretched out next to me, and I straddled his face as I took his hard length into my hands and stroked it.
As I took him into my mouth, teasing his head by swirling my tongue around, he gripped my ass and spread my cheeks apart wide. His fingers pushed into me deep as his mouth worked my clit.
I took him deep into my mouth, pushing myself down clear to his base until his head was well past my tonsils and the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he said, bucking his hips. His cock twitched in my mouth, and I gagged a little, pulling away to wipe my mouth. I moved off of him and sat beside him to catch a break.
He rubbed my leg. “You better be careful unless you want a mouthful, you’ve had me close already.” I smiled hoping that I drove him crazy. I knew from what little experience I’d had that men loved to edge if they could. I’d bring him to the brink and pull away as much as possible.
I gave him a proud smile. “I like to make it as intense as possible.” I shrugged, stroking his cock with my hand.
“As long as you’re prepared to spit or swallow, I’m good with it.” He belted a laugh.
“A little warning will be nice.” I took him back into my mouth, and he hissed out another expletive as I took him back down deep. I edged him three more times, and he finally pulled me off.
“Your turn,” he said, shifting to pull me over into his lap. Once he had me sitting astride, he leaned over and reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom and quickly sheathed himself. I lifted up and centered myself down on him, inching slowly as his hot, throbbing length speared me, stretching me until I thought I’d come apart.
He rocked me slowly against him as he kissed me and then I pulled away to ride him steady. He captured one of my nipples between his lips and sucked. It sent a pinch of pleasure to my core, and I came apart, orgasming so hard it milked him. Moments later, he lifted me up and spun us around. Then he thrust hard into me and lifted my legs up over his shoulder.
He pounded me hard and relentlessly through my next orgasm, and as my toes curled, he arched his back, and I felt the tingle of his release as it pumped deep inside me. He stayed there, rocking in nice and slow as he finished and then he collapsed beside me, pulling me closer.
“That was amazing, but you know I’m not done with you, right?” He smiled as I moaned out and then he rolled over and headed to the bathroom.
He started the shower, and I walked in as he placed his condom in the trash and pulled another one out of the bathroom drawer. His cock was ready for round two as he turned around and took me into his arms.
“I was coming back after you.”
“I’m not a very patient girl, though.” I stepped into the shower, and the warm beads of water felt amazing on my body, and he stepped in to me and placed a hand on my bottom. Then he turned me around and pushed me forward until my hands fell against the tiled wall.
His breath hit my neck as he leaned over and
centered himself at my core. He pulled me up against him as he slipped inside me, and then he thrust hard, pounding until our bodies slapped together in a violent rhythm that pleasured me so good I was screaming his name as we both came.
After the water turned cold, we retreated back to the bedroom, both sated and sleepy and curled into the covers beside one another.
I nestled close to his chest. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” He kissed my hair.
“I don’t know. I need to tell my father what’s going on. The money, the permanent offer, it’s all way more than I bargained for.”
“What are you afraid of? It seems like you and your father both could use a change of pace. It’s healthy. No one is supposed to stay with their parents forever. What happens when you want to marry or have a family of your own. Will you need his advice and opinions on everything you do?” His tone was a little harsh, and I didn’t think it was called for.
“My father and I have only had each other after my mother’s death. We need each other.”
“Did you ever think that maybe if you weren’t around, he’d be able to move on with his life and move past mourning your mother?”
“He’s not mourning her anymore.”
“Does he date? Has he ever found himself another woman; another relationship?” He shrugged his shoulders as I rolled over to my back next to him.
“No. Dad’s not really been the type to go out dating.”
“He’s a man. Of course, he’s the type; he’s just not because of you. Have you ever encouraged it? You’re never going to fill that void for him.”
“It’s never come up, but if it had, I’d have encouraged dad to be happy. You don’t know anything about it.” My tone was sharper than I expected.
“Hey, I’m not trying to fight. I just don’t see why you have to limit yourself so you can stick around that small town tending to a man who’s old enough to take care of himself.”
“We’re all the other has.”
“Because you’re in a rut.”
“Excuse me?” I wanted to argue, but part of me felt he was right. Which was infuriating. It wasn’t fun being under a magnifying glass, especially when the sun was beating down on it, making it glaringly obvious. The comments burned, and I rolled over and faced away from him.
“My father has done so much to help me; I feel like I owe it to him to always be there for him. I can’t leave him all alone.”
“You wouldn’t be. You’d still be a part of his life. Besides, I don’t want you to leave me either.” The words sent a tingle down my spine as he spoke them against my shoulder. He spooned against me, and then kissed my neck.
“What are you saying? You want more from this?”
“I’d like to explore what it could become, yes. But I’m not good with long-distance relationships, Liss. I’d want you here with me.” I turned over and placed my hand on his cheek and kissed his lips.
“I’ll call my father tomorrow. But I need some time.” I didn’t want to just drop the bomb on him all at once. “He doesn’t know about anything. I think I should really have a long talk with him.”
“I think it will be good for the both of you.” I sure hoped he was right.
Chapter 17
Johnny
The weekend went off without a hitch, and despite me being nervous for the show, things were fine. I did another walk of shame out on the catwalk and had hundreds of adoring fans cheering me on for Liss’s line.
Sunday morning, as we both lay in bed together, her sleeping curled up against me, and me staring at the ceiling in contemplation, I thought about our spat. She’d yet to find time to sit down and talk to her father, and I knew if she was going to talk to him about something so serious, then maybe she should be with him.
I got up, pulled on a robe, and went downstairs, not daring to disturb her and found Jack in the kitchen. He sat drinking his coffee and nibbling a piece of toast. Upon seeing me enter, he started to his feet.
“Don’t get up, old friend. I’m just going to grab my own tea this morning and try to feel human.” I headed straight for my Keurig and popped in a little cup along with my mug.
“Is Ms. Liss fixing to come down, too? Would you like for me to cook you up something?” His thick southern accent always reminded me of home.
“No, thanks, Jack. She’s still sleeping, and I’m thinking about taking a trip.”
“Trip would be nice, sometimes.” He mumbled. I realized that he hadn’t taken his usual trip home lately.
I leaned against the counter and waited for my tea to filter down the machine. “Why don’t you go back to Texas this week. I’m taking Liss for a getaway so we won’t be needing your services. I’ll make your arrangements when I make my own if you like?”
“Sure, would be nice. Thank you, Johnny. You’re a good kid.” The old man took a sip of his coffee and bit his toast.
“You’re a great friend. Enjoy yourself.” I grabbed my tea and headed out of the kitchen and into my downstairs office. I walked around behind my desk, placing my mug on the table, and then I kicked back and called Nate.
“It’s my day off,” he said as he answered his phone.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” I chuckled.
“Why are you calling me so early, is it the show? Did it get bad reviews? I thought it went well. No one is saying anything about the collection other than it’s your best work to date.” He gave a little chuckle, and I wanted to choke him through the phone.
“Very funny. Remind me why I hired you, again?”
“For my charming sense of humor, and because I’m your best friend.”
“Right, I knew there had to be a reason.” I raked my hand through my hair and took a sip of tea.
“No, seriously, the show was a hit. If you’re worried, don’t be.” I could hear shuffling on his end of the line.
“No, I’m not worried. I want to take Liss home for a few days. She needs to talk to her father about a few things.”
“If you’ve knocked her up, I’m going to kill you. I swear to—
“It’s nothing like that, but thanks for looking out. No, I’ve asked her to stay. With the work she’d be doing and the line and everything else, I just think it’s best to keep her here. Besides, she and I have kind of decided that we want to explore a relationship.”
“Well, that’s good news, I suppose. The press will love that. They’ll also do some digging into who she is. I’d suggest while you’ve got her back home, you purchase her remaining stock. Or have her sell them as knock-offs. She’s going to love that.”
“I’ll talk to her about it, but maybe we can take her shop and turn it into a small Mad Mode boutique?”
Nate let out a long breath. “We don’t do small boutiques, Johnny. I’ll deal with it. So, you want me to arrange the flight? When do you want to leave?”
“As soon as possible, but I also need you to hook Jack up, he’s going home for a few days.”
“Will do. What’s so important that she can’t tell her father over the phone. I know you’re not about to tie the knot.” He chuckled, and I slumped in my seat.
“There you go making me want to punch you again. Have you no shame?”
“I do, and enough sense to tell you that you need to call Weed. I’m not going to be the one to tell him you’re taking his new gal pal away from him. I swear, if ever a girl could make that man switch teams, it’d be her.”
“Easy, that’s my girl. And I don’t share.” It was bad enough I had to sit back and share her with Weed knowing that there wouldn’t ever be anything sexual between them, but to put other ideas in my head, was just cruel. Nate liked messing with my head though, always had.
“Okay, man. Take it easy, yourself. I’ll get this booked for you and text you with the time. Have a good time and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Knowing the guy’s reputation, that pretty much gave us free reign to do whatever we wanted.
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sp; “I’ll call Weed. Don’t be afraid to call me if you need me. This is a casual trip, so I won’t kill you if you interrupt.” I gave another chuckle as he grumbled.
I ended the call and decided to call Weed. He wasn’t going to care much being fresh off the show and would welcome the easy week ahead.
Weed answered the phone with less enthusiasm as Nate. “I should gut you like a fish, boy.”
“Wow, that’s some good morning.”
“I stayed out all night partying and have only been asleep for an hour. Do you have any idea how long it takes to come down enough to crash?” The normal smooth tone of his voice had been replaced with a gritty one.
“Sorry, I wanted to call and tell you I’ll be out for a few days. I’m taking Liss home to talk to her father about staying down here.”
“You’re meeting the father? It sounds like this is getting serious.” He suddenly seemed more awake than he had been, as if the idea had flipped a switch.
“I told her I’d like to explore what we could have. But mostly she’s going to talk to her father about moving down here and taking the job. She has her shop there. I’m sure she’ll want to make some arrangements.”
“I’m glad she’s finally ready to talk to her dad. She was not sure how she was going to handle that. They have a very strong relationship, those two.” I was glad that she’d confided so much to Weed and that she had him in her life, but part of me hoped that she’d always feel as comfortable confiding in me.
“I hope she’s ready. The trip is a surprise of sorts.”
“A surprise? You might want to reconsider. What if she’s not ready to bring you home to dad?” I already had that solution in mind.
“Regardless of me, she needs a trip home. I’m sure she’d rather talk to her father face to face, and if she doesn’t want me to meet him, then I can always stay at a hotel. It’s really no big deal.” He was making more of it than it was.
“I hope you’re right, but if I know Liss, she might not like it.”
“Look, I know Liss, too, okay. I know that she and her father have a special bond and I’m good with that. But I also know that we talked about her moving here and giving her father some space to move on with his life.”
