by Vivian Ward
She takes a moment to consider my answer. "Why? Did you kick them out after you were finished having sex with them?"
Her question is ridiculous and makes me laugh. "No, Ally. I didn't kick them out after having sex with them but that's not what you asked. If you're asking if any of them have ever been in my bed, the answer to that is no. I have never let any of the women even come to my bedroom."
Puzzled, she looks up at me and narrows her eyebrows. "Then how or where did you have sex with them? Do you have a secret dungeon here like you have at the club?"
Laughing, I reply, "No, there's no secret dungeons or Red Room of Pain. I'm not like that Christian guy. I would take them in the spare bedroom."
Her eyes widen into large saucers. "What? Do you mean MY bedroom?"
"No, Ally!" I can't help but laugh at her. "Definitely not in your bedroom. I can't believe you would think that."
"Then which room?" she demands.
"The one downstairs, on the first floor."
"Where all of my stuff is from my apartment?!"
Reluctant to answer her, I nod and confirm her suspicion. "Yes, I'm sorry. It's just that you weren't talking to me and I didn't know where to have the movers put your things, but we can move them first thing in the morning if you'd like."
She considers this for a few moments and finally says, "Okay," before adding, "And I'd also like to burn that mattress."
"Done," I kiss the top of her head. "Anything for you, Princess."
Rolling over, she faces the window. The moonlight bathes her face as she begins to grow tired in the warmth of my arms. "I had a great time with you tonight. Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?" I ask, stroking her hair away from her face. It's near impossible to keep my hands off her and if I can't have her sexually, then I will find other ways to touch her and communicate with her.
"For trusting me. For showing me a good time. For making me laugh, and for undressing me." She slightly turns her face so that she's staring up at the ceiling. "It's the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me and I appreciate it."
"Well, you are a very special girl, Ally. There's a reason why I chose you. You are so different from anyone I've ever met."
I expect her to follow up with a question to that but when she doesn't, I check on her and find that she's already fallen fast asleep. Grateful for the opportunity to hold her, wrap my arms around her and inhale the sweet scent of her shampoo as I drift off to sleep with her. Tomorrow will be a busy day of moving her things and helping her unpack them, and, apparently, burning a mattress. Part of me wishes that Linda was here to help, but the other part is glad that she won't be here to witness the burning of the mattress.
Chapter 17
Ally
Waking up beside Colton felt like I'd had the best night's sleep I'd had in a long time. Careful not to wake him, I slip out of his bear hold to make my way down to the kitchen to make some coffee. Today is really the first day that I've ventured into the house on my own so I take my time looking around as I check things out. It'll be nice to have some coffee that isn't already an hour old and getting cold. For the first time in almost two weeks, I'll have piping hot coffee and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it.
There are even more rooms than I imagined! When he showed me around, he kind of zipped me along the way but now that I can take my time, I'm paying attention to everything. He only showed me half of the downstairs, which is the same path that I'm following now but there is a whole other side. With the coffee brewing, I make my way around the downstairs rooms and find the entry to the basement, which I note to check out later. Basements creep me out so I'd rather he be with me when I go down there just in case it's spooky since this house is old.
Just when I think I'm finished, I find his office. At first, I thought the door was locked because it didn't want to budge when I tried to open it but then I realized the door is just old and heavy, and that it was just stuck. Once I put my back into it, the door came right open and I went tumbling into his office. I almost landed on my face, but I was quick to catch my balance because I didn't want to wake him. It was nice to have the house to myself, even if he was home and could wake up any minute.
That's also when I discovered how he knew that I'd been masturbating in my room that night. I found the small CCTV hidden in the overhead cabinet of his desk. The pervert was probably sitting there jacking off as he watched me if I didn't know better, but I'm not mad. How could I be mad after last night? Our evening felt magical. I know he calls me Princess, but he really makes me feel like a princess. When we were out last night, there wasn't any red carpet, but it felt like there was.
Pouring my coffee, I reach into the cabinet to get the sugar before making my way to the fridge for the creamer. He must take his coffee black because there is no creamer––liquid or powder––in the entire kitchen. Yuck! Who drinks their coffee without creamer? After giving up on the creamer, I settle on adding some milk before resting at the kitchen table. Staring out the tall glass windows, the pool looks much bigger than it does from my window and I'm tempted to take a dip before we get busy moving my things, which leads me to one question: where do we put them?
We spent the whole night having fun and I dozed off before we could talk about it. His bed was just so comfortable and it'd been forever since I'd gone out. Even when I was still living in my apartment, I hadn't gone out since the weekend that I graduated college. Once I started my internship at The Gateway Times, I'd been pretty busy getting to know my new boss and then I was busy helping Kristin at the flower shop. Next thing I knew, I was working two jobs––writing for the paper and working as a bartender for Colton's club.
Speaking of work, I kind of like working remotely from home. It means that I don't have to deal with Gretta, which is always a plus, but it also means it might be harder for advancement in my department because I can't talk to her. I hate double-edged swords, but for right now, I'm enjoying not having to see her or talk to Darcy. The real problem is the story that I wrote about Colton after I stopped working for him. It's still on my work computer which is fine for the time being, but I have to get back to work soon. I struggle over what to do about that article. I still want to publish it because I know what something like that could do for my career. It could set me for life! But at the same time, I want to delete it and never let anyone know that it existed because it could hurt Colton's reputation and his business.
I know that if we were to stay together, I wouldn't have to work if I didn't want to but I like writing. I want to keep working at The Gateway Times and I don't want to be the dumb billionaire's wife who's only capable of writing about parades and local events. No matter what happens with us, I want to be the journalist who writes the juicy gossip columns, the big stories, the breaking news. I didn't go to school and excel at all of my classes to write lame content for the paper. That was never my passion and I'll be damned if I let my education and skills fall by the wayside.
"Hey," Colton's rough voice says as he grabs my shoulder. "I didn't know you snuck out of bed until I woke up. How come you're having coffee without me?" he asks.
"Let me make you a cup," I say, getting out of my chair.
Pushing down on my shoulder, he insists that I stay. "I'll get it," he says. "You just sit right where you are. What are you doing?"
Sitting back down in the chair, I draw my knees up to my chest and continue looking out over the beautifully landscaped yard. He must pay a small fortune for a crew to come in and do the upkeep with as big as it all is.
"I was just admiring the view. The yard is so big and the pool, oh my god, it's huge," I say. "How big is it?"
"The yard or the pool? If you're asking about the yard, it's three-and-a-half acres. If you're asking about the pool, it's an Olympic size swimming pool," he says, pouring his coffee.
I watch him as he adds a minimal amount of sugar before joining me at the table. Slowly stirring it, he blows some of the steam away and takes a s
ip. "That tastes perfect. How did you know how I liked my coffee?"
"I didn't. I made it how I like it," I smile, pulling his oversized shirt over my knees as I become self-conscious about still not having on any underwear from last night when I had to take off all my wet clothes before we went to bed. I slept in only his t-shirt, which is all that I still have on. "So, I was thinking about my things. Where are we going to move them to?" I ask.
Leaning back in his chair, he stares out the window as he considers the options. "That's up to you. If you'd like to stay in your own room for a bit longer, I'm comfortable with that. But if you'd like to move into my room, we can arrange that, too. It's your choice and I don't want to push you."
I was hoping he'd say that but at the same time, I was worried, too. I don't want the decision to be solely mine. I was kind of hoping that he would decide for me. I'll feel like an ass if I say I want to stay in my bedroom, but I also don't want to look like one of his whores if I choose to go to his room. I'm so torn on what to do. "It doesn't matter to me," I finally say, drinking the rest of the coffee in my cup. "I'm good where ever you want me."
"I want you on the kitchen table," he says.
"What?" I ask. I'm not sure I heard him right, but I think I did.
Reaching under the table, he grabs his hard cock and puts it on display before patting the table with his hand. "I want you right here, lying on your back." He must be able to read my mind because before I can say it, he answers my question. "It's impossible not to get hard when I've been staring at your pussy most of the morning," he points his finger at my bare crotch.
I didn't realize that his shirt left most of my bottom exposed. My cheeks heat up as they flush with embarrassment. I can't believe I've been giving him a peek at the goods since he walked out here. Sheepish about climbing onto the kitchen table, where people eat and having my naked butt touching the cold wood, I'm hesitant to move from my chair.
"Don't be shy," he says. "One thing that you're going to have to get used to if you plan on coming out of your room is that I like to fuck when and where the mood strikes and right now, I'm more than ready." He pats the table again. "Come on. Hop up here and let me sample what's on the menu for breakfast."
Before I can tell him no, he grabs me by the hips and hoists me onto the kitchen table, making me squeal with laughter as the cold table touches my bottom. "Oh, my god, I can't believe we're doing this. I'm naked on your kitchen table," I say covering my eyes with my hands. There's something so fun, yet so embarrassing about having your goods in the spotlight in broad daylight.
"Mmm," he moans. "We're definitely doing this."
Hooking his arms under my legs, he pulls them apart and wastes no time diving right in. His tongue lashes out against my clit, swirling in slow, deliberate circles before he slides it down to my entrance, making sure there's ample lubrication before he slides a finger inside me. But I was already wet by the time he was spreading my legs wide open. Using his finger, he curves it to perfectly match my anatomy, alternating between sliding it in and out of me and using the tip for deeper stimulation. It's a mixture of heaven and hell as his tongue skillfully manipulates me, building what I know will be a slow, hard orgasm.
Adding a second finger, he now has two inside of me as his tongue continues traveling south until I jump when I feel my asshole being probed by it. "Wooah," I say as if it's a warning that he doesn't know where his tongue is. "Too far, too far!"
Smiling, he stops what he's doing and looks right at me. "You've never had this done before?" I thought climbing on his table and being on full display was embarrassing, but that pales in comparison to having his tongue all over my asshole. I bashfully shake my head no. "It's okay," he says, lapping at my clitoris. "I'll go slow and if there's anything you don't like, I'll stop right away but I promise if you give this a chance, you're going to love it."
Before I can reply to him, he buries his head between my legs again and this time, he is relentless! His fingers are working double time as his tongue makes its way back to my ass. It makes me jump again at first, but I decide to trust him and let him continue. If I'm going to work my way up to the bigger stuff that he wants to do, I have to keep an open mind. After a few more seconds, it does become more enjoyable and now the sensation of having both of my holes stimulated is too much for me to handle. The pressure continues to build until I start to climax. Clutching fistfuls of his hair, I pull on it as I moan and come all over his face. Wave after orgasmic wave washes over me until I'm so sensitive that I have to squeeze my legs shut to make him stop. When he looks up at me and smiles, his entire lower face is glistening with my juices and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen on a man.
Pulling him on top of me, I kiss him, needing to taste myself on his tongue. Last night the wine tasted sweeter on him, and the same is true when his tongue enters my mouth and I can taste myself on him. As our tongues dance, his cock slides inside me and he grabs hold of my shoulders to leverage friction against the slick kitchen table. Owning me in his kitchen––our kitchen––feels so wrong, yet so right. His hips continue bucking and rolling until he's slamming into me so hard that I think we might break the table. A guttural moan escapes his throat as he wraps my hair tightly around his fist and releases his own intense orgasm. Riding it out, he doesn't stop until his semen is running out of me with each thrust he delivers. When I think he might not ever stop, he finally begins to slowly pull out of me, leaving me panting and wanting more.
Chapter 18
Colton
Moving Ally’s things into the master bedroom has proven to be a pain in the ass. I should have made those movers wait but I underestimated the amount of shit her tiny apartment could hold.
“Fuck, Ally,” I say, grunting my way up the stairs with a giant box labeled ‘shoes’. “Are you a packrat? Do we need to get you on an episode of Hoarders?”
This has to be at least the twentieth trip I’ve made and when I could, I carried two or three boxes at a time. Of course, I’ve done most of the work because no man should let a woman carry such things but I’m seriously thinking I won’t have to hit the gym for a week. Well, it’s a toss up between being able to avoid it versus not being able to do it. Big difference but either way, I foresee me taking a week off.
Giggling, she bats those long, thick lashes at me as she tucks her tousled, wavy brown hair behind her ear. “No, I’m not a packrat and I’m definitely not going on Hoarders. This is a normal amount of stuff for a person to have.”
“Bullshit!” I tease her. “This is the normal amount for a packrat to have,” I laugh. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re moving to a bigger house, or maybe it’s bad because you’ll have more places to put things.”
“Oh, stop it!” she says. “You’re being ridiculous. How many boxes do you think you’d take up if you had to move?”
I look around and think about her question before giving up. “Okay, you’ve got me there but do you see my point? I have a bigger place, so I have more stuff. This is going to be what ends up happening to you too.”
“Give me a hand, will you?” she says, standing on top of the bed as she holds a picture above the headboard. “I want to hang this here.”
Looking at her ass in the shorts she’s wearing has me thinking about doing other things on the bed besides hanging pictures. I could pin her down, wrap my hand around her throat and fuck her until she can no longer breathe but I remind myself that we’re still working up to that. She’s lucky she’s so damn cute and smart or she wouldn’t stand a chance. But when she looks up at me with those big, chocolate stars in her eyes, I can’t help but make sure I do things right with her. We have to take things slow and I have to ease her into things, but I know that when we get there—and we will—it will be worth its weight in gold.
Standing beside her on the bed, we determine the best spot for the nail before I start hammering it into the wall. Once we have the picture in its place, I collapse on the bed in an effort to give my back a much nee
ded rest before I go back downstairs to carry more boxes.
“You’re going to give me a massage later,” I tell her as she lies beside me. “A deep tissue one.”
“Is that right?” she asks. “Let me guess, I’ll have to be nude when you receive it?”
I pretend that I’m thinking about her answer before nodding, “Yeah, that’d probably help, and I want elbows and knees involved, too.”
Her eyebrows cross, “Elbows and knees?” she asks.
“Yes, elbows and knees. I want you to climb on my back and dig your elbows and knees into me. You know, put your weight behind it and get real deep into the muscle.”
She shakes her shoulders and makes a face. “That sounds painful. Don’t ever massage me like that, okay? When you massage me, I want a medium massage. Not too hard and not too soft.”
I lean over and place my hands on her legs and begin to rub. “Like this?” I ask.
She allows me to massage her legs for a minute before nodding, “Yeah, like that. That’s perfect,” she says. I’ll do anything if it involves touching Ally. I can’t get enough of her.
“Good, remember that later when you’re massaging me,” I say as I continue to rub her, moving my hands up her back as she rolls over, offering more of herself to me.
“Mmm,” she purrs. “That feels so good. I could fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
“It’s okay if you take a nap. I’ll wake you in time for dinner,” I say to her.
“You are too good to me,” she winks. “What are we doing for dinner?”
“We can order takeout, maybe get some Chinese or something. I can’t wait for Linda to come back from vacation.”
Rolling over onto her back, she stops me from massaging her as she props herself up on her elbows. “Do you think she’ll like me?”
