by Amy Brent
I reached behind me and pulled out the basket of food. I opened up a sweet tea for her before I grabbed a bottle of water for myself. I still didn’t know how people drank that stuff. Tony was obsessed with it, but I couldn’t get past the sugar content of it.
“Not a sweet tea fan?” she asked.
“Not by a long shot, though Tony loves the stuff.”
“Good man,” she said.
“He is.”
We sat there, drawing out food as we ate in relative silence. Here, I wasn’t sure what she wanted. I didn’t know if she would start asking me questions, or if she expected me to offer up scenarios of my life. If it was the latter, she’d be waiting quite a long time. I didn’t ever talk about myself unless prompted, and even then I was a professional at skirting the shit stuff.
But she seemed content to simply eat and gaze out at the lake, and I was shockingly content at sitting here with her and absorbing her presence.
“Do you ever get angry at your mother?” she asked. “For leaving.”
“I did when I was younger. A lot. I read a lot outside of school, but I was a punk while I was in school.”
“How shocking,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Do you ever get mad at your mother?”
“All the time, even to this day. The anger is what fuels me to always push myself and become more successful. I can stand in front of the mirror and tell myself every morning I did it despite them.”
“My dad’s a good guy. I’m really close to him. I’m not so sure I could imagine not having either of my parents. He was influential in my success.”
“How so? You didn’t really dive into that during the interview.”
“It’s not really something I want the masses to know. I’m assuming we’re doing all this in confidence?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said.
It was the first time she turned her body toward me, and she actually unhooked her seatbelt so she could turn and face me completely.
The way she popped the grapes between her lips was mesmerizing, and I had to peel my eyes away from her lips just to answer her question.
“At first, I thought my idea was stupid. I was ready to abandon it altogether, even before I’d clued Tony into anything. He found my sketches and ideas one day lying around, and he encouraged me to pursue it.”
“He wasn’t hands-on, but he’s the reason you showed it to Tony.”
“Yes. Without him, none of this would’ve existed,” I said.
“He sounds like a good man.”
I could hear the sadness in her voice, and for the first time, I felt like I was seeing the actual Sarah. Not the one she showed to her audience or the one she portrayed on her show, but the scared little girl inside who was fearful of letting any man in, really.
And I couldn’t blame her, after the shit her dad had pulled.
“What happened to your mom after she left?” she asked.
“She found a job. Got remarried. Had a kid. Pretended like we didn’t exist. I never got phone calls from her or birthday cards. I tried calling her on holidays, but she only answered when it was convenient. Then, when I took to social media and started raising that money for the project, she conveniently popped back into my life. Wanted to be a part of it. Go do things with me. And I went and took her to a few things. A couple of shows. Some dinner. All of it I was conveniently expected to pay for.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Shit happens. People come out of the woodworks all the time who you’ve run into once you’re famous.”
“Don’t I know it,” she said.
“Did your parents do that to you when your show began?”
“No. I haven’t talked to them at all since I was put into foster care. But friends from high school did. Added me on social media everywhere and ‘wanted to catch up’. Had some cousins blatantly ask for money. Things like that.”
“Fuck, my aunts and cousins pulled that shit too.”
“It’s like, when I wasn’t shit, you didn’t care about me, and now that I’ve got some money, I’m expected to float you because part of our DNA matches up? Does that mean I have to take care of all the orangutans at the zoo too?”
I threw my head back and laughed. Her honesty and humor were incredibly refreshing. I enjoyed our banter when she was upset, but this type of easy talking with her was really nice.
I hadn’t been able to talk to anyone like this except for Tony.
“Anyway, yeah. I know exactly how that feels,” I said.
“At least someone does.”
We sat there for a little while longer. Until the stars started to twinkle upon the face of the lake. It was completely still like no life existed underneath the water. It looked like glass you could walk on, and I actually thought about sliding my hand over and taking hers. She said she didn’t want it to happen until we were driving back, but there was something about the way the stars twinkled on top of the lake.
There was something about the unadulterated joy she got out of something so blatantly simple.
But I shook the thought from my head. I needed to stick to what she’d told me, and I knew where our next stop was. I cranked up the car, put the top back down, put our trash in the back of my car, and slowly backed away from the lake. I pulled us out onto the main road going through Wylie before I slipped my hand solidly into hers, and it was the first time I really got a chance to feel the size difference between us. Her entire hand fit into nothing but the palm of mine, which only enhanced her vulnerability in my eyes. I looked over at her, and I could see her mind turning over something behind her eyes.
I laced our fingers together just as she threw a curveball into our plans.
“Change of plans,” she said.
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“We’re not going back to your place.”
I felt disappointment rake my entire body. What? After all this. After all the opening up and the laughter and the silent vulnerability, it was just going to end?
“I’ll take you back home,” I said.
“Oh, you will,” she said as her head turned toward me, “and you’ll be coming up with me too.”
I saw a malicious smile cross her cheeks out of the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on her hand. I kicked it into gear, racing down the road and weaving in and out of cars while she squealed and giggled. Her hand clasped tightly onto mine as we took tight turns and swerved over lanes, the joy apparent on her face as she threw her head back and laughed. I’d never been with a woman who was so easily entertained by something like this.
I could take her on a fucking cross country tip with nothing but a bag of clothes and a tent, and she’d probably love it.
I pulled us into the parking garage of her apartment complex, and I got out to open her door. She took my hand and pulled me toward the elevator, running in her heels as I strode behind her. I took in her luscious curves and her strong legs. The way she seemed so steady running in five-inch heels. I grinned at the way she tugged me into the elevator, pressing the button that rose us to her level as her chest panted lightly for air.
But the moment I stepped into her apartment, I was honestly impressed.
It was really nice for someone who seemed to push away the idea of money and riches. The cherry mahogany hardwood floors permeated her entire three-bedroom apartment. The carpet that was in each room was plush and soft, almost silken, in a way. She had a cozy fireplace with furniture that surrounded it and a heat-tempered television mounted right above the mantelpiece.
I was so busy studying her home that I didn’t hear her clicking down the hallway with a tray of cocktail ingredients.
“I believe I was promised one last thing,” she said as she handed me the tray.
She sat down on the couch that faced the fireplace as I got to work on the cocktails. She brought out all the ingredients for an appletini and then had a small crystal container of aged bourbon for myself. I w
atched her sink into the cushions, her toes kicking off her shoes as she sighed with relief. It was interesting, seeing her in such a comfortable state around someone like me, someone she portrayed to not enjoy.
“A cocktail for the lovely lady,” I said.
I handed her the martini glass before I sat beside her on the couch. Her body was warm like I remembered it, and we sat and stared at the absent fire and simply enjoyed each other’s company. This was the part that she wanted to be fluid. This was the part she wanted to be natural.
And my natural instinct was to throw this fucking bourbon back and take her right here on this couch.
I threw my drink back, gulping it down as she slowly panned her gaze my way. I placed it on the floor, kicking my shoes off as I stared at her. The way her cheeks were flushed, the way her lips curled around the edge of that glass, all of it was bombarding my senses, how soft her hand had felt in mine, how pliable her hips were, sinking into the couch, how softly her hair seemed to glow, even in the moonlight streaming through her apartment windows.
I watched her drink down her appletini, her eyes hooking onto mine as the innocently-glistening blue darkened into a thunderstorm of lust.
I pried the empty glass from her fingertips as a droplet of drink sat on her lower lip.
I leaned in, flicking my tongue across the droplet as I gathered it into my mouth. I heard her sigh, our bodies hovering beside one another as we both waited for the other to make the move. I’d done everything she asked for. Everything she wanted.
Now, it was her turn to come to me.
Chapter 11
Sarah
He was hovering. I could feel it. He was waiting for me to make the first move. His tongue had felt so good on my lower lip, so soft and supple. I wanted to dart out and catch it. Encompass my lips around his tongue and taste the bourbon on his skin. I could smell his cologne. The musk his body emitted as his cock grew behind his pants.
I flicked my gaze down and saw the growing outline of the monstrous cock in his pants, and it broke me.
The memories of how well he fucked me broke me, and soon, I was crashing my lips into his.
I craved him. In all the ways he would give me. I tugged his tie from around his neck and slid his suit jacket off his broad, chiseled shoulders. His hands flew up my dress, his hands reaching up to cup my ass cheeks as he ground his hips up into me. My hair fell beside our faces, covering us from the world as my fingertips undid every single button of his shirt.
We stood, shedding our clothes in the darkness of my apartment. I was in control of what happened here. I was the queen of my castle. I’d have him coming and screaming my name, begging for more before I kicked him out. I’d use him for my perfect night and then simply let him go like he did all those other fucking women he probably destroyed.
His hands cupped my tits while my fingertips danced down his abs. His rock hard body was panting, his cock dripping as it reached out to be embedded in me. I took his hand and lured him into my bedroom, toppling us to the crisp, soft mattress as his lips dove for my neck.
He sucked patches of skin in, his lips traveling greedily down my body. I wanted him more than I did the first time. I wanted every single dip of my body to be met with his tongue by the time we were finished tonight. His lips wrapped around my pert nipple, causing my back to arch into him as he smiled.
My hands threaded through his hair, pushing him down to where I really wanted him.
His tongue painted faceless images all over my stomach. I jumped at his touch, feeling his hands slowly part my thighs. I moaned at the cool air hitting my wet pussy. My folds were slowly opening for him, blooming for him and waiting to accept his tongue.
He tossed my legs over his shoulders, his hands threading underneath my thighs. His massive hands wrapped around and parted my pussy folds, his lips kissing me sweetly as my hands tugged his hair. I needed him to be closer. Deeper. I wanted to come all over his face, so he couldn’t rid himself of my scent for days like I couldn’t get rid of his.
Then, his tongue darted out to lick up my juices. I lifted my head and watched those peridot eyes stare me down, his tongue making a show of the fluids he was scooping up and swallowing. His tongue found my clit, flicking it out from underneath its hood as my body jumped. He chuckled darkly at my reaction as my head slammed back down onto the pillow, and it didn’t take him long before he picked up the pace.
My legs shook, and my thighs clamped down onto his cheeks. His hands kept me parted as my ankles tangled against one another. I pressed my heels into his strong back, arching my pussy deeper into his tongue. He gave me exactly what I wanted, pressing deeper and deeper as he took long, thick licks of my dripping slit.
It threw me over the edge as I came hard, spilling my juices onto the comforter of my bed as I moaned and groaned his name.
He cleaned me up with his tongue as I laid there panting. He stalked up my body, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. I saw the look of confidence in his eyes as his gaze met mine, that bullshit grin I wanted to slap right off his face.
But I didn’t have the energy, and I wanted his body too much to be angry at him.
At myself for caving in again.
I raised my lips up and crashed them onto him. I licked my essence off his lips as his cock settled in between my legs. I was still surprised at how massive he was, thinking my body would never be able to take all of him. My hands ran down his back, digging into his sinewy muscle as his hand guided the head of his cock straight into my pussy.
I whimpered and shook, feeling him inch into my body until his hips finally bottomed out into mine.
“You’re so tight for me, Sarah,” he said into my ear. “So perfect for me.”
I squeezed my pussy around his length, drawing breathless gasps from him as I giggled in his ear.
“I like these games you play, but you must understand I play them better, right?”
He slowly drew out before he jammed himself back in, and it caused me to fall back to the bed.
“You must understand that you really have no control when it comes to me.”
He drew back out and slowly inched in, hitting every single part of my swollen walls as I trembled and gasped for breath. He felt so good, and he sounded even better like the demons of the devil humming in my ear.
“You must know how your body trembles for me,” he said as he dipped his lips to my neck. “How your skin gives way at every touch I give you.”
I moaned as goosebumps appeared on my arms, giving away my desperate need for him as he smirked against my skin.
“Then you must know why you really wanted this second date tonight, Sarah.”
He had my full attention now as he lifted his gaze to mine.
And then, I asked the question I really didn’t want the answer to.
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s very simple really,” he said as he stuffed his cock farther into my body.
I moaned his name involuntarily as the smirk on his face grew into a lascivious grin.
“It’s because you simply wanted it,” he whispered.
At that very moment, he pounded into my hips. My tits bounced and my body churned. I hung on for dear life as his cock ripped me into pieces, throwing me into a carnal frenzy as my lips kissed and nipped at every part of him I could find. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me into his lap, his feet planted on the floor as I rode his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shamelessly bucked in his lap, coating his thighs in my silken fluids as he chuckled darkly in my ear.
Our moans and groans swirled into one another’s. His hands ran down my back. He set my skin on fire while his cock stroked the electricity coursing through my veins, and my lips sloppily found his as our tongues licked against one another like the flames of a growing fire.
He lifted me from the bed and carried me to the wall, pinning me against it as he fucked me senseless. My tits bounced as he caught one between his teeth, pulling from me a wail I di
dn’t even think I was capable of.
He pinned my wrists above my head as my legs tightened around him, and it was then I felt it.
His cock began throbbing against my walls.
“Your body’s intoxicating, Sarah. The things you do to me. Shit.”
“Mason. Please. Don’t stop. Holy fucking hell, your cock.”
“I knew you’d like it. I knew you’d like every second of it. They all do. Every single one.”
His voice was like the luring song of Satan’s den, hooking in the desperate and lost and pulling them into their deepest, darkest desires. I felt my pussy clamping down around his cock, massaging him as it begged for his come. My body lurched up the wall, feeling every single one of his muscles work for my pleasure.
I licked and sucked at his skin, tasting every part of him I could until I felt it.
That rubber band snapping behind my hips.
“Yes! Yes! Mason! Yes!”
“Come for me, Sarah. Come on my cock.”
I felt my juices pour out of me as my orgasm rendered me silent. My entire body pulled taut as my jaw unhinged. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my pussy quaked around his cock, forcing Mason deeper into my body. He pressed himself into me, his lips kissing every single millimeter of my skin he could catch as his cock shot hot streams of come into my body.
