by Maxene Novak
"I've had plenty of boyfriends since then, but nothing more serious than friends with benefits. I was only in it for the sex. I couldn't trust any of them." My voice felt detached, like I was reading lines of a script. Nikolas didn't say anything back to me. I just sat there, waiting for him to speak. I was out of my element here, not knowing how I could help him properly.
"Cecelia. Do you love Julian?" His voice was thick, and forced. I searched his expression, only to find he was hiding his true feelings, not wanting to reveal anything to me until he'd heard my answer.
"No, I don't think so. I care for him, but it's all so new. I don't know." I fidgeted with my hemline, nervous.
His voice was quieter now. "Do you love me?" I glanced up at him, and he was looking at me directly, boring into me with his eyes. I didn't know how to respond, other than tell him the truth.
"I care about you a lot, Nikolas. You make me crazy and I can't help but always want to provoke you. But again, it's hard for me to love someone so quickly. I've never loved someone since David. I'm sorry." He nodded curtly, still holding my hand. He looked like he was assessing something in his head, reasoning with himself. I hoped I didn't make him upset with what I'd said. My heart quickened when Nikolas detangled himself from me and stood above me. He didn't say anything, but kept his jaw set, looking down at me. His hands rested at his sides, deceptively relaxed. He looked like he was laboring at keeping his calm, which only made me more concerned.
"What is it?" I asked, fresh tears spilling over my cheeks. He softened slightly. "Just get it over with. I don't want to drag this out anymore." I was right, he couldn't be okay with me the way I was. He'd gotten what he wanted out of me and lost interest.
"Cecelia." He approached me, but I backed away, resentful. I jerked away from him. "I don't want you to go away. Jesus. I'll never be bored of you." I stared at him vacantly, not understanding. "I'm not going anywhere."
Chapter 14
"I'm not going anywhere." I willed her to hear what I was saying to her. She needed to understand how much I wanted her. I'd gotten to my feet because I couldn't stand sitting there helpless while she told me how that piece of trash had used her and broken her. It made my blood boil. I'd find David, make him regret ever meeting Cecelia.
She was looking at me baffled, tear streaks down her face. Her makeup was smearing, but looking at her now, she was still breathtaking. She was so beautiful. I needed to have her; I couldn't let her end things between us, I just didn't want Julian around.
But. That word hung in my thoughts. If she wanted Julian and me both so much to bring back her painful past, her need for us that strong, I couldn't deny her of that. At least not right now.
I stood at the foot of Cecelia's king-sized bed, the golden bedding ruffled. She stood across from me, varying emotions going through her. Her clothes were wrinkled and her heels lay scattered across her floor. I noticed how big her apartment was when we first walked in, but I speculated that she likely had half of this floor to herself, if not the entire floor.
"What?" she murmured.
"I'm not going anywhere, Cecelia. It's been two weeks and I can't get enough of you. You've taken over." What was I saying? I didn't know how to feel, but I felt alright being this close to her right now.
"Are you just saying that out of pity?" She didn't meet my eyes.
"No, I'm not. I have to be around you." Finally, she looked up from her feet.
"What about Julian?" Her lip trembled. One arm held the other one awkwardly, shifting on the spot.
"What about him? Do you want him, too?"
Her eyes were honest then, open for me to see everything. "I want both of you, Nikolas. You and Julian." Shit, what could I say? I couldn't lie to her, not when she was looking at me like that.
"I want you, Cecelia. I can live without Julian, I'll admit it." Her face plummeted. I held up a hand, stopping her from breaking down. "I don't care about him, because he's taking something that I want from me, you. I want you, but if I can only have you with Julian, then I'll do it. I have no problem with that." I hoped she wouldn't refuse what I was offering; the urge to have her right now was insurmountable. I wouldn't be able to take it if she refused me.
"Okay," she finally said. Her eyes had now dried and she was looking at me. My breath rushed out of me, and I took her into my arms, closing the space between us. I had to touch her. I felt my dick harden coming near her, the satisfaction from the feel of her growing. I lifted her into my arms, letting her nuzzle into my neck. Having her submit to me, smiling at me now, was exhilarating. I hadn't felt this way in years. My work was hardly a challenge in comparison to what I felt every time I was near Cecelia, or even thought of her. She had encapsulated me, wrapped me up in her complex and wonderful web.
"Say it again, please." I needed to hear her agree to me again, out loud.
"Okay, Nikolas. Okay." She hushed into my ear, coaxing me further. I unzipped my dress pants then, sliding myself out through the zipper and resting my cock against her bare leg. Her chest heaved and I watched her nipples harden through her thin dress fabric. I wanted them in my mouth; I wanted her to let me slide into her and give her everything she could ever want. Then she parted her lips and I fell into her, taking control and taking my time to please her, for as long as it took.
She was cradled in the crook of my arm, both of naked with her golden sheets twisted around us. She was sleeping right now as I watched her quietly. I didn't know what I was going to do with Julian, who had efficiently cemented himself into Cecelia's and my life. I'd even agreed to it, whatever would make Cecelia happy. I was languidly stroking her fair locks running down her bare back when I felt her phone vibrate from a nightstand next to her bed.
I reached across it to see Julian's name lit across the screen. I fought back a grimace, knowing I had to play nice with him now. Reluctantly, I nudged Cecelia awake, watching her stir. Her big blue doe eyes flickered open slowly, adjusting to her surroundings. She wasn't used to men being in her actual apartment, I guess; her gaze was apprehensive initially before she relaxed into me again.
"Your phone." I handed it to her, watching her. She glanced up at me, knowing I'd seen the screen. I gave her a half-smile, curving one side of my mouth.
"Thanks." She smiled back at me playfully, unlocking her phone and tapping away at her screen, still wrapped in my arms. I made a point to look away from her phone, giving her privacy. I wasn't used to sharing, but I didn't want to upset her if I scowled. Then she stirred in my arms and crawled out of bed, away from me. "I've just got to call him. I'll be right back." I nodded.
When she left the room I felt deflated, falling onto the mattress, my hand on my chest. Erratic beating thumped against my palm, unsettling me. I could hear her voice, but I couldn't make out the words. She seemed somewhat happy on the phone, but hesitant. Was she nervous that I would hear something I didn't like? I fought the jealousy as it coursed through me, and tried not to think about Cecelia being pleased by him and not me. She came back and she seemed to be in a good mood, but something was nagging at her. She wanted to go somewhere, I guessed, and be with him. I rose from the bed and began methodically dressing myself.
"Let's go, then," I finally said, breaking her awkward silence after a little while. Her face lit up instantly.
"Really?" She clapped her hands together, holding back a squeal. I couldn't help but laugh at how comical she looked right now. I could easily live with Julian if it meant that Cecelia would always feel like this.
"I'll call Julian on the way and have a driver bring him to my penthouse." I buttoned up my shirt swiftly, stuffing my tie into my jacket pocket.
"I'll get dressed!" She darted around a corner, likely heading to the endless space she called her wardrobe. I tucked in my shirt into my pants, fitting my cufflinks back on, and straightening myself up. I was going to make tonight memorable. I wanted to show Cecelia where I lived; I wanted her to feel welcome there. I wanted her to want to be there with me.
I searched for my own cell and found it tucked into my coat. Plucking it from its pocket, I looked up Julian's number and dialed him. My face hardened when he picked up almost immediately.
"Nik," he breathed. "What makes me so lucky to hear from you tonight?" His voice was silken, fully aroused that I'd called him.
"Julian, I wanted to thank you for what you did earlier." Julian snorted from the other end of the line.
"What did I tell you, hunk?" I could practically see the smug look on his face, stretching his toned arms out behind him.
"I'll have a car sent for you once Cecelia and I leave for my penthouse. Be ready in the next 20 minutes or it'll leave you behind." I sighed audibly into the phone, waiting for his reaction.
"Hold on! Mr. Competition is letting me come along for the ride? And to your lavish penthouse, of all places?" he jeered. "She's got us both wrapped around her perfectly manicured fingers. I'll see you later tonight. Maybe then we can finish what we started the other night."
"I won't be gentle with you, Julian." He whistled from the other end.
"Can't wait. Bye, handsome." I hit the end button before he could lather on some more pick-up lines on me. He taxed me, but I could understand why Cecelia had been so smitten with him. His physique was trim and toned, with hardly any fat on his body. He oozed charisma, and he made you feel at ease being in his presence. He was a dangerous man that I'd have to coexist with.
Cecelia came around the corner then; a long maxi skirt hugged her hips, but otherwise hung loosely, paired with a deep purple satin blouse. It had a plunging V, exposing her cleavage. It made it painfully obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the sight of her was provocative.
"You look like you want me to bend you over before we go." She winked at me, pushing her ass towards me, taunting me.
"You'll just have to wait to undress me." She sashayed to the doorway, slipping on some Prada sandals. "Think you can keep it together until then?" She bit her lip, stimulating me further. I buttoned up my coat gruffly, before following her out to the elevator.
I didn't have to wait very long for us to reach my building, dragging her out behind me, half ready to carry her in over my shoulder. She barely noticed the abundantly large building I called my home, hanging onto my hand, her eyes bright and eager.
"Can you keep it together until Julian gets here?" I asked smugly. She looked surprised at my words and then grinned.
"If you stop rubbing your hands all over me, then maybe."
"Follow me, you insatiable woman. I've got plans for tonight." I led her through the front doors, waving to the men at the front desk, and they cleared me to enter my own private elevator. I had one for both of my buildings I frequented the most. I didn't have time to wait like everyone else. When the doors re-opened onto my penthouse, Cecelia's breath caught. She slowly stepped out after me, drinking the entire place in.
"This is where you live?"
"When I won't be at your place, yes," I replied. I strode to the entryway and tossed off my coat and suit jacket, undressing as I went. I didn't want to start before Julian got here, although I wished I could have.
Cecelia was looking at everything, her mouth open slightly. It made me hard watching her and not being able to touch her and have my way with her. I watched the skirt sway around her rear as she walked through the place, taking it all in. I waited by the door for Julian as she searched my home. I had to admit I was glad that she was exhilarated to be with me here.
My attention was suddenly diverted to the elevator doors dinging and opening. Julian strode into my penthouse, looking about as hungry as I was. He had some fitted sweats on, hugging his ankles and slimming him. His shirt was a heather-grey V-neck T-shirt. He had the luxury of looking attractive in anything he wore. It was a skill set of his, essentially. He caught my gaze and didn't take his eyes off me as he advanced. I barely had enough time to rise from my seat at the adjacent kitchen and island when he took me in his hands.
His mouth pressed to mine, his tongue searching for an opening in my lips as he held me there. I was surprised by his advances, but I didn't stop him. It was incredibly arousing, and waiting for him to get here so I could have my way with Cecelia gave me a sense of release. He traced me hungrily, pressing himself against my body. I could feel his growing erection for me, a small moan of pleasure purring from him. The anticipation was enticing.
I could hear Cecelia returning, and Julian pulled away from me reluctantly. He released my face, but was standing mere inches away from me.
"You're here!" Cecelia cried out, hurrying over to him, her rear pressing against her skirt. Julian easily caught her in his arms, lifting her up to his lips as if it was no effort. I held back a snort watching him. He was so relaxed and confident. This was why Cecelia couldn't keep her eyes off him.
"Hey, Cece, girl," he said, holding her against him. She kissed him impatiently, and his hand slid to her ass, gently cupping it. His arms bulged, holding her the entire time. I held back my distaste watching the two of them and headed toward the bedroom. I had toys I wanted to play with tonight.
I heard Cecelia's feet lightly pad to my hardwood floor and then they began following me.
"Wait for us," Julian whined sarcastically. "You're going too fast." Cecelia snorted, and I slowed my pace, waiting for them. Cecelia had one free hand, and I took it in mine, instantly relaxing my irritation. She rubbed my palm with her thumb, sensing my impatience.
"How big is this place, anyways?" Cecelia asked.
"Whatever the square footage of a building floor is. I don't know the size of the loft, though." I shrugged my shoulders. That sort of information didn't interest me. Having them both naked, however, did.
"You definitely don't have money troubles," Julian joked, observing my surroundings. We finally rounded the corner and approached the expanse that was my master suite. Cecelia let go of my hand then, taking in the room. I turned to see both of them, seemingly awestruck.
"I chose this painting because it reminded me of your eyes." She swallowed, saying nothing. "I didn't like the idea that someone else might have the painting, so I took the liberty of purchasing it from Iris well before the show."
"You are so smooth. It's incredibly attractive." Julian cut in, giving Cecelia time to process what I'd done for her. I planned to fuck her underneath that painting.
"Thanks, Julian." I unbuttoned my dress shirt, exposing my bare chest, tensing for them to come to me. Julian pulled off his own shirt in response and moved to my bed. I beckoned for Cecelia to come to me and she did, her tits swelling. I could see her cheeks flush, readying herself.
"I'm going to have my way with you first, then Julian. And then, I'm going to fuck you from behind while I pleasure you with a dildo. Then Julian can do with you as he pleases." I looked at her fiercely, watching her jaw relax and open her mouth before me. My erection grew and I knew I had to have her. "Are you ready?"
She nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Yes." I picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down next to Julian, then I stripped until I stood naked in front of her.
Chapter 15
"Cum, baby, cum for him," I whispered between pants into Cece's ear. I was fondling her nipples, my cock resting inside her rear, gently flexing and relaxing my hips. Nikolas was in front of her, his mouth on her lips, his tongue flashing into her mouth while he gently fucked her. His hips were grinding into her, keeping her steady so he could put all of himself into her. Cece was dripping sweat from the intense pleasure before she finally screamed out, orgasming. I could feel her tightening around my cock.
Her hand reached back and ripped at my hair, pulling me into her. She was shaking, her arms weak from trying to hold herself steady. Nik was moving quickly now, spurred on by the orgasm tearing through her. She continued to cry out when Nik's face contorted and he began pumping his cum inside of her.
"That's it, baby. You look so good when you cum."
"Fuck me!" she suddenly cried out, egging me on. I began
pumping into her ass as hard and fast as I could, forcing her into another pulsating orgasm. The more she quivered, the tighter she clenched around my head. God, she felt good while I fucked her senseless, evoking yet another orgasm from her while I finished inside her rear. She slumped against me then, her full weight resting on my abdomen. I flexed, holding her there while I spurted into the condom inside her. I pulled out slowly as both of us fell onto the mattress, huffing for breath.
When I caught my breath, I looked over to see Nik had brought out some toys. He'd already slid a brightly colored cock ring around his shaft, making him hard again. In one hand, he held a massive black and ribbed dildo. The other hand had another cock ring for me and some handcuffs. My eyebrow arched, a new erection already beginning. Jesus, he was a sex god after all. I wondered which toys I would get to play with as he strode over to the bed, his erection dipping as he leaned forward.
"Up to the headboard," he growled into Cece's ear, commanding her. She moved without hesitation or question, biting her lip as she went. Those two were so in sync, a part of me felt like I was intruding. Nik then came up to me after he'd cuffed and blindfolded Cece, handing me the dildo and the cock ring.
"Do you want it first?" I purred. I still had needs, even if I felt funny being here. I still wanted to fuck Cece and Nik, have my relief. His gaze was livid, glowering at me. He wasn't being delicate tonight, not for Cece or me. He wanted to fuck us and fuck us hard. It made my cock throb and harden under his gaze. I suddenly felt the need to have my dick sucked; I didn't care who it was from right now. Seeing his unwavering expression, I climbed over the top of Cece. Some pre-cum dripped out from my wet head, ready to go again. Cece writhed underneath me, starved for attention, tied up on the bed. I dipped my hips and pushed my cock into her lips. I only had to force them a part a little because she reacted immediately and wrapped her mouth around my head, licking the pre-cum as she went. I shuddered above her, loving the feel.
