by M. S. Parker
I try to hide the look of disappointment on my face. “Sure,” I mumble, not ready to share the news of our break-up with anyone. I sidle back into the bar, scanning the place. Time to change my luck. I’ve had a creep coming on to me, an accident that sent me to the emergency room, and a break-up with my boyfriend of two years, all in one day. As my old daddy always says – when life hands you lemons, make whiskey sour.
I push my way through to the bar and lean on the counter, catching Tina’s eye. She quickly heads my way and deftly pours a shot into a small glass, shoving it toward me.
“This will help. How’s your hand?” She frowns sympathetically.
“They just dumped some of that glue stuff in it. It’s nothing, really.” I offer her my best fake smile and reach for the drink with my bad hand – wincing. I withdraw it and use the other to toss back the shot.
“Be careful. You’ll tear it open. I’ve got to serve that group over there,” Tina nods to a table at the other side of the bar, “but I’ll catch you soon, yeah?”
“Sure thing.”
I watch her leave and fight the urge to reach over the bar and pour myself another shot. One thing is certain, after this long fucked-upped day, all I want to do is get wasted.
“Are you okay?”
I jump as a soft hand lands on my shoulder. I turn and see the woman who defended me earlier. I give her a smile. “Yeah, thanks. I really appreciate you stepping up for me.”
She holds out a hand. “I’m Aria,” she says as she takes a seat beside me.
I’m grateful that my wound is on my left hand as we shake. “Daniela.”
“Are you sure you’re okay,” she asks, eyeing me closely. “You seem…upset.”
I’m not sure why, but I feel tears prick the back of my eyes. I blink hard, willing them away.
Aria squeezes my fingers. “Oh, honey, want to talk about it?”
I look into her eyes and realize I do. Maybe talking to a stranger will be easier than with a friend.
As I spill my story, Aria orders us both a straight whiskey.
“I didn’t even know he was bi,” I complain and take a sip.
She winks at me. “Nothing wrong with that,” she says with a laugh.
I laugh too and the stress of the day seems to float away. Maybe it’s the effects of the whiskey, but I think it’s more that I’m able to get all this burden off my chest.
“Thanks for listening to all that,” I tell her and raise my glass in a silent toast.
She clinks her glass to mine. “Anytime. And speaking of anytime, how about this weekend?”
I look at her curiously. “What do you mean?”
She leans closer. “My aunt has this amazing house down in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I’m heading down there this weekend for a party but I hate traveling alone. You should come with me. Plenty of hot and sexy guys. Nothing like getting your mind off a guy than a quick fling with another guy.”
I smile. “That sounds incredible, but right now, I can’t even afford a McDonalds happy meal, much less a plane ticket.”
“Oh, honey.” Aria laughs. “You’ll be so glad you met me. I’ve got like two million flying miles saved up. We’ll get you a ticket.”
I look up from the amber liquid I’d been staring at and meet Aria’s eyes. “Seriously?”
Aria nods. “Seriously.”
It’s tempting. Florida does sound better than Chicago any day of the week.
“Come on,” Aria says as I hesitate. “The ocean. Hot guys. Free getaway with a new friend. How can you say no to all that?”
How indeed?
Two
Jase
As always, Charles keeps the Rolls Phantom gliding smoothly down the FDR. It’s never a joy to go to JFK, but a necessary evil nonetheless. At least I can get there in comfort – not just any comfort either.
The best fucking comfort life has to offer.
I’m into that – the best of things. Being wealthy as fuck allows me to fulfill those needs. And I fulfill them every damn chance I get.
My phone goes off, and I groan. Britney. My girlfriend, and lately, a pain in my ass.
I read the text: Surprise, babe. Just got into town. Hope you’re hard and ready. Can’t wait to get another taste of that sweet nectar of yours!!
Fuck. She must have been even more bored than usual last night and jumped on her families’ private jet. Spoiled brat.
My thumbs stomp across the screen. About to leave to Florida on some important business.
She’s bound to take that well. I exhale a long breath, not interested in another fight.
“What’s the matter, sir?” Charles asks, reading my moods as usual.
“Charles, when did I begin dating Ms. Lawson?” I ask him, trying to calculate the days mentally.
“Thirty-two days ago, sir, at the Warren reception.”
“Ah, that’s right.” The Warren reception. That’s where I’d taken Britney in the ass, on the desk in Congressman Warren’s home office as the party raged downstairs. It was some hot fucking shit.
The memory causes me to chuckle. Britney moaned so loudly when I shoved my cock into her tight little pink asshole that I’d been sure the entire staff must’ve heard us. The memory of the way she wiggled and squirmed makes my cock twitch a little at this very moment. Britney may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she’s a fucking sex devil who likes to get very kinky. I’ve enjoyed the sexy BDSM games we’ve shared. She’s a natural Sub, but it’s time to call it quits. It’s a damn shame…almost.
Thirty-two days.
A whole fuckin’ month.
That’s longer than most chicks last with me, I suppose. But it’s also too long, especially now that she’s getting so fucking clingy. My rules are simple: short, hot, and no drama. Once the complaining starts, the relationship ends. And this one should have ended over a week ago.
My phone pings again with Britney’s reply. As I thought, she’s not happy.
I lean back and contemplate the idea of breaking up with her after one more round of hot sex.
No, that’d be wrong...and a sure-fire way to create more drama.
Stick to the plan. No complications.
Before I can second guess myself, I grab my phone and type: This is not working out, doll. All good things must come to an end. It was fun while it lasted. Then I toss the damn device into my briefcase, not willing to deal with the shit-storm that’s sure to follow.
Charles pulls us up to the JFK terminal drop-off. “We’re here, sir.”
Thank the fuck. It’s a narrow escape, but I’ll take it.
“Thanks, Charles,” I tell my trusted butler. “I’ll see you on the jet shortly. In case I forget to remind you later, be sure to enjoy yourself down there while I’m in meetings.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I’ll try to remember, sir.”
I smile at his formality. “Stop calling me sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
Still smiling, I bypass the airline counters and skip the security line altogether. Being a billionaire has its perks – one huge one is owning my own jet. Unlike Britney’s spoiled-ass, I use mine for actual business…mostly. Regardless, it’s mine, not Mommy and Daddy’s.
Moments later, I climb the rolling stairs on the tarmac. The inside of my jet is plush and comfortable, like I prefer everything in my life. I take a moment to get settled while Kiki, my personal flight attendant, hands me a Scotch, my favorite drink.
Yeah, if you have to fly, this is the fucking way to do it. I almost pity all the poor sheep sitting on the over-packed commercial airlines around me. Then I remind myself that everyone makes their own way in this world. I did it. Anyone should be able to.
No, I won’t pity them. I fly better – I live better – because I’ve earned it.
“Sir, we’re cleared for departure at your leisure,” the pilot chirps over the intercom.
“The sooner, the better,” I respond as I hold down the button. Please, get me the fuck
out of here.
The meeting in Ft. Lauderdale takes several hours. It’s my hope to buy out this company. Their established fitness site for women is the perfect companion to my fitness site for men. It’s a match made in virtual heaven.
The CEO, Alexia, is older than me but still hot as fuck in her sexy tight outfit. Huge tits that are threatening to split open the front of her shirt. The tension and innuendos have been building between us the entire meeting. Just before we finish up, my phone begins vibrating across the table.
“Apologies,” I murmur and reach to shut it off, pissed at myself for not having done so prior to the meeting.
Alexia leans forward, giving me another superb shot down her deep cleavage. Distracted, I tap what I thought was the button to decline the message.
It wasn’t.
I blink as a video comes to life. It’s Britney, and she’s…oh hell!
“Hey, asshole, this could’ve been all yours tonight,” she says in a porn-star quality voice accompanied by pants and moans that cause my cock to twitch in attention. The damn woman is lying on a bed fucking herself with two dildos. It’s sexy – don’t get me wrong – and likely something I would have enjoyed watching at any other time, just not at this exact moment.
I shut it down as quickly as I can, hoping this display doesn’t ruin the deal I was hoping to make.
Fucking Britney. Doesn’t she know what a turn off her desperation is, despite her ass being so damn fine?
“I’m sorry about that, Alexia,” I say sincerely. “I–”
“No need to apologize, Jase,” Alexia says, a hint of interest in her voice. “With a man such as yourself, it hardly surprises me.” She places a hand on my thigh and squeezes gently.
“I appreciate you noticing.” I eye her hand as it travels farther up my leg.
“Got plans tonight?” She leans closer, and I can smell the musk of her perfume. “I know a fun place. Ever heard of Club Bliss?” I stop her hand right before it reaches my crotch.
“Can’t say I have, but it sounds like fun.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” she purrs as she leans in, her slightly parted lips full and wet.
Maybe it’s wrong, but my dick seems to think it’s right. I close the gap between us and press my lips to hers, kissing her until a deep moan escapes her throat. This cougar thinks she can handle me? I can’t wait to take the time to show her just who she’s dealing with.
“Mmmm,” she says as she pulls away. “How about a preview?”
Before I get a chance to reply, she’s on her knees before me. Her hands make quick work of my belt, then the button and zipper of my pants. I don’t object as she slips her hand inside my boxer-briefs and releases my cock. I even bob it for her a few times for good measure.
“Jase, your cock is fucking magnificent,” she purrs as she examines my throbbing erection with her hands, exploring it, squeezing and stroking before taking me into that hot little mouth of hers.
Oh, fuck. Fuck, that feels good.
She obviously holds a lot of talent in this area. I watch her tits bob and her ass sway back and forth as she plunges my dick deep into the back of her throat again and again. I brace one arm on the back of the couch for leverage and use my other hand to grasp the back of her hair. I begin to grind with her, fucking her face like it was meant to be fucked.
I don’t fight her as she pauses in her ministrations and releases me with a loud pop to swirl her tongue around the rim before flicking the tip with her tongue. I don’t release my grip on her hair either. After a last swirl, she shoves my cock back into her mouth so briskly that it surprises me when she doesn’t gag or cry out from the pain surely caused by my hair pulling.
She takes it like a fucking champ.
She’s relentless – slurping, sucking, and deep-throating me to the brink of orgasm. When she releases me with a loud pop again, I growl in frustration. I anticipate being licked once more, but instead, Alexia pulls away and stands, gently dabbing at the moisture around her mouth.
“You’re not seriously thinking about leaving me like this?” I ask in amazement.
Alexia leans down and grabs me by the balls. “Sorry, got another meeting, honey, but my driver will pick you up at your hotel. Be ready at nine.” She bites my ear and loosens her grip on my sack just enough that I can take a deep breath. “Sorry about the blue balls, but don’t masturbate. I want to swallow every delicious drop later.”
As I stand, I slip my hand under her skirt, finding her center. She’s not wearing any panties, and her pussy is wet as fuck for me already. I slide a finger inside, lifting her until she’s on her toes. She moans, and I finger her hard, stroking her g-spot until her eyes roll back in her head. Just before she tightens, I back away, sliding the wet digit into first my mouth, then hers. She sucks it off as well as she almost did my cock.
Fuck, she’s sexy.
“That sounds all fine and dandy, honey, but I’ve got my own driver. I’ll pick you up. Be ready at eight, not nine. Can’t have my balls explode, can we?” I say with a smirk.
She doesn’t answer with words, but the look on her face tells me she’ll be ready for me – in more ways than one.
I readjust myself. It only takes me a moment to refasten my pants and belt, tugging my jacket together to hide the bulge that won’t be shrinking anytime soon.
Walking outside, I’m gratified to see Charles waiting as instructed. I may be rich, but I choose not to be an asshole about it…usually. Of course, there are times when I have to be an asshole in order to avoid anyone from getting too close. I keep my life very well-ordered. Business, personal, sexual. They all have roles to fulfill, and while I may decide it’s worth blurring a line or two on occasion, it’s simpler to just be.
I climb into the car and shut the privacy glass. Charles knows the hotel is our next stop, and we’ll be stuck in traffic for a good fifteen minutes. Between the blue balls from Alexia and now my own thoughts, I’m about to explode.
Taking out my phone, I power it on as I unzip my pants and pull out my still throbbing cock. When the video reappears, I smile. It seems like Britney will get me off one last time after all. Even with the privacy glass up, I lower the volume before I hit play. Britney’s such a naughty girl. She alternates pumping one dildo in her ass with one hand while pumping another into her wet cunt. I match the rhythm with the strokes of my hand up and down my cock, increasing the speed as my climax builds.
Even as I watch the video, I think about Alexia’s talented mouth. She wanted me to wait, but Alexia doesn’t know me very well. When it comes to sex, I give the orders. I’m in charge.
I’ll break her later. Make her into the submissive girl I know she can be.
As I imagine the successful business woman’s ass turning bright pink from the sting of my hand, cum shoots into the waiting tissue in my lap, and I clean it up quickly. Moments before we arrive at the hotel, my phone porn is turned off and my cock back inside my slacks.
I feel a little less anxious, a little more comfortable…but I still can’t wait to fuck that bitch’s brains out later.
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About the Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Las Vegas, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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Acknowledgments
First, I would like to thank all of my readers. Without you, my books would not exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
A big “thanks” goes out to all the Facebook fans, street team, beta readers, and advanced reviewers. You are a HUGE part of the success of all my series.
I have to thank my PA, Shannon Hunt. Without you my life would be a complete and utter mess. Also a big thank you goes out to my editor Lynette and my wonderful cover designer, Sinisa. You make my ideas and writing look so good.
