by Amanda Scott
He was hard.
Boy was he hard.
“Just one more time, I swear,” he said.
“Bullshit,” she said softly.
He shook his head from side to side and then ran his hands across her ass, squeezing both of her cheeks as he pushed his stiff cock towards her pulsating mound.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
Taylor looked down at the bulge in his jeans and smirked. “Hell no.”
And why should she trust him? She didn’t know much, but she knew that if she let him have his way with her again, she’d most likely be ruined.
“Should we stop then?” he asked.
Say it Taylor. Just say what you need to say to fix this mess.
Her breath was coming in shorter gasps and her sweet spot was quickly getting wetter and wetter, but she somehow had just enough strength left to do the right thing.
Colton didn’t wait for an answer as he started to unbutton his jeans. Waiting for answers wasn’t typically his style, and he clearly wasn’t about to start now.
“Yes,” she said back weakly. “We should stop.”
Before she turn to walk away, his cock came bobbing out of his underwear. “Are you sure?”
This guy had some nerve thinking he could just pull out his erection and expect her to be at his beck and call.
The worst part of it all was…
He could.
* * *
As much as every last part of her mind kept telling her not to, her body clearly had its own set of plans. She looked down and stared, almost gawked, at his long, hard shaft. She knew what she should do, but that didn’t stop her from doing what she wanted to do.
Taylor knelt down before Colton and grabbed onto his thick shaft. She heard him take in a sharp gasp, and she almost smiled knowing just how good she seemed to make a man like him feel.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
She opened her mouth wide and guided the tip of the billionaire’s cock into her mouth. Colton groaned as the very tip of his erection reached the back of her throat.
Taylor had never done anything like this before; sure, she’d given a few blowjobs to no more than two guys at most, but she was practically a kid at the time. This was different, because for whatever reason she felt as though she knew exactly what she was doing with Colton.
She sucked and licked, making the length of his shaft get more and more slippery by the second. She took full advantage of the wetness and started to stroke his member with her hand as she created an ultra tight seal around the head of his cock with her innocent, pink lips.
Colton moaned and groaned, but he didn’t try to force himself inside of her. It was as if she was actually in control right now as opposed to the other way around. She knew better though than to think the tables couldn’t be turned in the blink of an eye. If she was in control right now, it was because he was allowing her to be.
“You’re amazing, Taylor,” he managed to utter through a groan.
She sucked tighter now, harder, deeper. She had so many mixed feelings ripping through her body.
Sexy.
About to explode.
Dirty.
It was the last one that gave her trouble. She’d never taken so much pleasure in having another man’s penis in her mouth. Did the fact that she so willingly dropped to her knees for this man mean that she had somehow lost any sense of self?
She shivered as she continued to suck and lick Colton’s erection. She’d spent her whole life beating herself up, and she was clearly trying to do the same thing right now.
But there was one major obstacle this time.
Colton.
Because the truth was, she wasn’t herself when she was around him. She wasn’t anything even close to herself. Maybe she did lose something after all- her old self. And maybe he brought out something new in her, something fresh, something even a little dangerous.
Maybe she was even beginning to like it.
Hell, even if she didn’t like what he was doing to her, her body sure did.
She slid her hand up and down his slippery shaft at an accelerating pace. She didn’t feel so lost anymore; in fact, she felt as though she could do this blindfolded.
Fate always had a way of rearing its beautiful twisted head at just the right time.
The billionaire spoke in a deep, raspy tone. “This might help.” She peered up from the tops of her eyes as she sucked deeply. As her eyes started to make their way up his hard torso, across his rippled chest muscles, she saw something colorful come from his side.
His red pocket square.
Everything went black as he tightened the silky fabric around her eyes, tying a knot at the back of her head.
This is so wrong, she thought as he stroked this man’s cock even faster. She couldn’t see a thing.
Not a thing.
What was with the blindfold? Was he avoiding something?
She had questions, that much was clear. But her biggest question was the one that scared her most.
Why does it drive me fucking wild inside every time he pulls that thing out?
She reached around and grabbed onto his muscular ass cheeks, using them as leverage to bring his cock even further into her mouth. She didn’t know what was making her wetter- the way his butt muscles felt in her hands, the way his erection tasted in her delicate, inexperienced mouth, or the fact that all of this was happening in total darkness.
His body stiffened and his breathing turned into rapid, chaotic bursts of inhales and exhales.
“Touch yourself for me,” he whispered in her ear.
What?
Taylor wasn’t exactly the type to masturbate, let alone in front of another man.
She tried to deny his request, “No, I…”
But he wasn’t in the mood to play a game of compromise. “Trust me, I won’t steer you wrong.” He didn’t wait for her to protest again. Instead, he pulled his erection out of her mouth and reached down to grab her hand. Then he slowly slid the tips her own fingers under her lingerie and onto the moist spot in her panties.
“Like this,” he said as he used her own fingers to rub her clit back and forth.
She bit down hard on her lip and tried to fight back a moan but it was no use. And when she was ready, which she was, he released her hand. Taylor took over from there, doing something in front of this man that made no sense whatsoever.
Someone please commit me, seriously.
There she stood, on her knees, in total darkness. Although she couldn’t see a thing as the silk pocket square blocked out every possible ray of light that the room had to offer, she knew exactly where to reach towards. As her hand grasped his thick, hard erection, she continued to rub herself in just the right way.
Then she opened her lips again for Colton. He wasted no time, sliding his cock back into her mouth.
She couldn’t help but wonder how this could feel so damn right and yet so damn wrong at the same exact time.
Was she out of control?
Probably.
Did she care?
Not right now.
Suddenly it was if she’d been touching herself like this, and sucking on another man’s member, for years and years. The fact that she was beginning to feel so comfortable terrified her, but not nearly enough to make her stop.
In fact, it seemed like nothing would stop her now.
Colton’s breathing picked up its pace. She swore his shaft grew even longer and wider as she sucked tighter and harder. The more turned on he was getting, the more she felt like she was about to explode inside.
Their moans grew louder together as heat began to build between them like two pieces of wood rubbing together just before bursting into a massive flame.
The billionaire ran his fingers through her blonde curls as he groaned. Taylor knew he was close to coming which only excited her more.
She rubbed her clit faster and harder, until she was sure her
panties couldn’t get any wetter.
He tried to pull himself out of her mouth just before coming but some totally insane part of her wouldn’t let him. As he moved back, she moved with him, her mouth wrapped ever so tightly around the girth of his shaft.
He groaned and groaned as hot liquid poured from his erection and seeped down her throat. Taylor had never even considered swallowing another man’s cum before, never mind a man whom she knew perfectly well symbolized nothing but pure danger, bad news, or heartbreak. But for whatever reason, she wanted as much of him inside of her as she could possibly get.
She was playing a very dangerous game and she knew it.
Just as he finished releasing himself in her sweet mouth, her body started to shake as she rubbed her moist clit as fast as her fingers would let her. She let out a high pitch scream as her whole body started to quake. Every nerve in her body screamed with her as she started to climax in the billionaire’s bedroom.
She looked up at him, panting from the enormous waves of pleasure that just rocked her body inside and out. The tips of his gorgeous dark bangs dripped with beads of sweat. He looked like a highly satisfied man, and Taylor was more than happy that she could deliver the goods that this man so deeply craved from her body.
Shit.
Her heart sank to the floor as she remembered what he did to her the last time they hooked up. She feared the worst- that he would freak the hell out and push her away, or that he’d simply realize that he didn’t have any real feelings for her.
But she knew right away that something was different this time. He had shifted. He smiled as he pulled up his boxer briefs and fastened the button on his dark pair of jeans. The he reached towards her with his hand.
As he pulled her up, he stared into her eyes deeply and intensely. Another smile slowly crept over his face.
“What?” she asked, flashing a smile of her own but pretending to be slightly annoyed.
Colton shook his head. “I didn’t know you had it in you,” he said.
She knew what he meant by it. It referred to the fact that a girl like her, a girl who had been sexual with less men than there were tires on a Honda Civic, had just let him climax inside of her mouth.
“Trust me, I didn’t either,” she replied.
He rubbed the beautiful dark speckles of stubble on his chin. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.”
She shook her head and smirked. “Don’t worry, it’s never going to happen again.
He pulled her in close and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She felt too damn good every time she found herself trapped in his powerful embrace. “Are you sure about that?” he asked.
“I think I’m sure.”
He grinned.
“You’re pathetic,” she said.
“Oh?”
“Plus I pretty clearly remember you telling me that this was going to be the last time you and I are going to hook up.”
He cleared his throat, pretending to be a proper gentleman all of a sudden. He smoothed out the front of his t-shirt and stood up straight. “You’re right. You’re so fucking right.” Colton’s eyes then widened.
“You okay?” she asked, fearing the worst.
He looked down at his phone. “Shit, no. I’m late!”
She relaxed her shoulders, relieved that he wasn’t pulling the distant card on her right now. She knew things between them weren’t going anywhere good, but didn’t she at least deserve a little break for now? Too much rejection in such a short period of time wasn’t good for her health, even if she was in her early twenties and not exactly the poster child for someone at risk for cardiac arrest.
“I’m sorry, I feel like it’s my fault,” she said.
He pressed his lips together in a straight line. “You should be, it is.”
Her eyes bugged out of their sockets.
“Jesus, Taylor, I’m joking. I take full responsibility for managing my own time. Why do you always assume the worst?”
“Shouldn’t I?” she asked.
He ran his thumb down her cheek. “What the hell did the world do to you to make you this way?” he asked.
“What way?”
“Broken.”
She swallowed hard. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell she was going there with him. “I made it this far, didn’t I?”
He softened the flesh around his eyes. It was as if he could see right through her flimsy veil and felt sorry for her. “I guess you did.” Colton puckered his lips and ran the back of his hand along the sides of her curls. “I gotta go see someone. You want to come?”
“It depends on who you’re going to see,” she said.
“The most important woman in my life. And you’re not going to want to show up wearing that nightgown.”
Taylor’s heart sank. Most important woman in his life? “Oh… A girlfriend?”
He laughed. “Um, not quite. Now that would be a great plot twist- billionaire entrepreneur goes mad and starts dating his grandmother!”
Phew.
She felt humiliated and relieved all at once. “Your grandmother?” she asked, trying her best to appear indifferent.
“Yup. She pretty much raised me. The least I can do is pop in and see her every day.”
Taylor couldn’t hide the shock that filled her eyes. “You visit your grandmother every day?”
He shook his head. “Almost every day. And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I guess I just never thought…”
He cut her off mid-sentence, “You guess you thought I’m not capable of caring for anybody but myself?”
She flashed a soft smile. “I give up trying to figure you out. That much I know.”
“Sounds like a good place to start. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
* * *
Colton steered his black Maserati off the bustling Beacon Avenue and pulled into a freshly paved parking lot. The notorious author drove his sports car into a parking spot that abutted a perfect row of red rose bushes. Just in front of those bushes stood a large building with grey siding. Taylor’s eyes glanced over the sign that read Boston Nursing Associates.
Colton placed his warm hand on her knee. She couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his fingers caress the designer denim that he had magically delivered to his doorstep in order to replace the baggy pair of sweats she had originally arrived at his house in.
“Thanks for coming. Grams doesn’t talk, and she doesn’t have a clue who I am anymore ever since her Alzheimer’s took a hold of her. But I know it means a lot every time I visit her. Plus I need to check up on her and make sure that people are doing their job for her.”
Taylor’s heart melted. Grams? He was the only man in the world that could seem even sexier when he referred to his grandmother as Grams.
“Of course. I’m glad you invited me to come with you,” she said.
Major understatement.
She looked around the nursing home grounds as they walked up towards the glass entrance doors that stood protected by two security guards who were both massive enough to pass as NFL linemen.
The facility property was elaborate to say the least. There were bright green lawns freshly misted from the automated sprinklers, perfectly manicured flowerbeds, and Dogwood trees that shed vibrant pink petals around their bases. She could get lost in the maze of tall pines that bordered the property’s perimeter. Taylor wasn’t exactly a finance whiz but she was more than sure that this particular nursing home had to cost more in a month than the total cost of a typical four-bedroom house in the Boston area.
She followed Colton through the main foyer, up the elevator to the third floor, and into the his grandmother’s room.
Check that- room was an understatement. It was more like an executive suite. His grandmother’s living quarters were fit for a Saudi Arabian princess… Marble flooring, tall pillars that divided each section of the room, expensive looking photography
that brought the walls to life, and a stunning three panel rustic copper waterfall in the center of the room that sounded more soothing than an actual waterfall itself.
“You take good care of her,” she said.
“I don’t do enough,” he replied.
Colton’s grandmother sat in the corner of the suite, just in front of a large floor to ceiling window that overlooked the dusky Boston skyline. All Taylor could see was the back of the older woman’s hair- silver and not a single strand out of place as she rested in her wheelchair.
A tall, dark-skinned woman reached for a food tray topped only with a half-empty bowl of applesauce and an empty disposable medicine cup.
“Thank you, ma’am,” the billionaire said to the nurse.
The nurse voiced a thick, ethnic accent. “Of course sir, it is always my pleasure. She is a wonderful lady.”
When the nurse left, Colton knelt down in front of his grandmother. Taylor couldn’t stop staring at him; somehow, he found a way to look even more beautiful to her than he’d ever looked before. She positioned herself so that she could see his grandmother’s face- chalk full of wrinkles, a practically vacant gaze, and yet somehow Taylor saw a slight reflection of Colton himself in this elderly woman.
“Hey Grams, it’s me, Colton.”
His grandmother didn’t respond back to him, but Taylor was sure the woman’s lips flashed a tiny smile as she continued to look out through the giant glass window.
“Grams, I want you to meet my new friend, Taylor Ward.”
His grandmother remained completely silent, but Taylor’s cheeks flushed the same color of the rose bushes out front. “Friend?” she asked him.
“You okay with that?” he said back to her.
Taylor reached out and touched the soft, wavy flesh of his grandmother’s hand. The older woman’s lips formed a wide smile.
Taylor looked up at Colton who flashed a smile himself. “She approves,” he said.
“Phew. I passed the test.”
“Don’t get cocky. Grams is one of the most modest people you’ll ever meet.”
Taylor laughed. “I guess sometimes the apple does fall far from the tree,” she teased.
