by Tilly Pope
I look around and feign puzzlement. “I wasn’t aware this was a private party. Isn’t this a public club? I could have sworn it was.”
“And what a coincidence that we’re both here,” she snaps. I almost snap my fingers in her face just to annoy her some more.
“Indeed. Fancy meeting you here. Where’s your friend?”
“What friend?”
“That one you said you were coming out to party with. I would never have let you come if I knew you’d be canoodling with strangers.” Okay, so I’m just trying to wind her up. There’s a method to my madness.
“Let me?” she explodes much to my gratification. “What gives you the right?”
I put my hands up. “You’re right, darling. Let is absolutely the wrong word. I should have used agreed.”
By now, Jonathan’s face is a sight to behold. He looks like he’s thinking he made the biggest mistake of his life.
“Look, man,” he says, cutting into our just-getting-interesting conversation, “I didn’t know okay? I thought she was single.”
“That’s okay, I get it. Skylar gets mad at me and then goes off and does crazy, psychotic things..” I smile. That should piss her off.
That makes the man step back. “Okay well, I’ll just get back to my drink yeah?” He says backing away.
I pick up the bottle of whiskey, “You’re welcome to keep this,” I call, stretching out my hand to hand it to him. He hesitates for a moment before taking it.
“Cheers mate,” he says, “And sorry about the…” he inclines his head towards Skylar, clicking his tongue so I know it’s her he’s talking about. I nod my head, knowing that whatever her feelings are toward me, she isn’t about to insist on being with him after that.
I turn to find that she’s clearly fuming. It’s time to apologize. Or make her angrier. I’m not sure which would work better.
“Look, Skylar, I’m sorry about that but the man was clearly a douche. I saved you from him. Now how about I buy you a drink?” Who says you can’t apologize and antagonize at the same time? If looks could kill, I’d drop dead from the glare she gives me.
“No thank you,” she says while gritting her teeth and then tries to stalk off. I’m not having that though. I grab her arm and detain her.
She turns, narrowing her eyes at my hand. “Let me go.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”
“No!”
I sigh as if I deeply regret what I’m about to do. Which I don’t. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist.”
“Fuck you.” She’s breathing quite fast, almost growling. My dick is hard as steel with how much I like this side of her.
“That’s what I’m trying to do.” I swoop down before she can think of a reply and fuse my lips to hers. I feel her lips soften beneath my own even as her hands clutch at my arms to push me away. I let go of her and then pick her up, tossing he over my shoulder before she can so much as protest.
7
Skylar
“Put me down!” I shout, though the sound is lost in the beat of the music. I kick and thrash trying to get him to drop me but all it does is make my dress ride higher up my thighs.
“Where are you taking me?” I wonder where the bouncers are and how to get their attention. I expect Ayden to head for the exit but instead, he turns down a dark corridor and then up some stairs.
He laughs, which is annoying but he has this deep baritone voice. When he talks or laughs, it’s like the sound is coming from a cavernous well in his chest. It makes me shiver every time I hear it, which pisses me off more because I don’t want him to have that effect on me.
Without my permission - and I’m totally blaming those fucking margaritas - my traitorous body relaxes against his. I admit I’m feeling no pain. Except for mild anxiety that I might puke from all this bouncing around.
“Almost there,” he tells me as if he can read my mind.
And damn, he smells so good.
He manages to open a door without dropping me and I open my eyes, just a slit so I can see where I am. He switches the light on and the room brightens. I blink a few times, trying to accustom myself to the increased visibility after the relative dimness of the corridor.
Ayden, at last, puts me down.
He then locks the door with some sort of keypad. My eyebrows reach my hair of their own accord. “What are you doing? Where are we?”
“We’re in my office.” He says as if that explains anything.
“Your office? You work here?”
“You could say that. I own the club.” For a moment, I just stare. Actually, that explains a lot including no one batting an eye as he kidnapped me.
“So why are we here? Do you intend to ravish me and then leave me for dead in the alleyway?”
His smile widens. “You’re funny when you’re drunk. And dramatic.”
“I am not…” I say very emphatically but in an effort to stomp my foot, I almost fall over. He catches me in his strong arms and I roll my eyes at what a damsel in distress I’m being.
“Careful.” His voice is soft and gentle
He lifts me up and carries me to the long, L-shaped grey velvet couch, setting me in the curve of the L so I’m supported on both sides. I watch his fine ass as he crosses the room to a wet bar where he takes some water from the fridge, reaches under the counter and produces a lemon which he slices into thin pieces. Next, he takes two tumblers, dribbles some ice in them and puts in two lemon slices. He fills the tumblers with water and brings one to me.
As he hands it over I smirk because otherwise my heart will melt. “What? No cucumbers?”
He huffs a laugh and gives me a cynical glance. “I guess there’s no pleasing you is there?” He says and takes a drink.
I lift a surprised eyebrow at him. “Have you tried?”
“I thought I was trying.”
I shake my head. “No. You’ve been insulting me and treating me like your property. And you ate my damn food! None of these things say please me to any woman with functioning brain cells.”
“I told you. I’m sorry about the food. I will pay you back tenfold if that makes you happy. Drink your water. I want you sober for this conversation.”
An order.
He gives me an order. And it’s fucking hot.
I hope there’s a ladies’ room somewhere nearby with all these liquids I’ve drunk tonight. He clinks his glass to mine. “Cheers.” He says and drinks.
He turns to me and smiles. “I’m sure you find me to be an overbearing old man, huh?”
I shrug. “You said it, not me.”
That made him laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve been known to—.”
“—You practically called me a cheating psycho bitch in front of Jonathan.”
“Who?”
I narrow my eyes at him because the name is so not the point. He waves a hand dismissively. “Never mind, and you’re right.” He gives me a look. “So what can I say? I’m a dumbass and can we start over?”
I’m speechless.
“That’s…” I shook my head.
“Unexpected?” he cut in with a sip of his water, “I know.” I sigh and turn away, glad for the lemon water I’m drinking because he’s right – this is a conversation that’s better had sober.
Ayden faces me, his expression serious as ever.
“Skylar, can I tell you something?” he stares at me, and it might have been so easy to drown in the dark depths of his eyes.
“What?”
“I want you. Here, now.”
Oh fuck. How the hell do I tell him I want him too?
His eyes catch mine and I’m sure he can see my body responding to the vibes he’s giving out. My nipples are like headlights in this shiny dress.
I need a minute. If this is going to happen, I want it to be perfect. I squirm in my seat, trying to get myself under some sort of control. I should probably go use the restroom. No, that would look bad. Do I
even have to pee right now? Shit.
“Well?” he asks, his voice low and dripping with honey. I almost moan.
“I uhm…should find Julia. She’ll worry about me.”
He reaches out, places a hot hand on my shoulder. “Julia is being taken care of.”
I stiffen at that, worried. “What does that mean?”
He snorts a laugh. “Just that my friend is looking out for her, and he’ll make sure she gets home safe.”
I stare at him, a bit bemused at his attention to detail. That he will make sure my friend is okay blindsides me. “Oh,” I say very quietly.
He leans in and grins at me. “So? Can we start over?”
“Y-yes,” I whisper. He crushes his lips to mine. In a hot, passionate panty-melting kiss. I’m no one’s ho but this man has made me so wet my pussy aches. And I’m not about to fuck it up.
I stand and turn away from him. “Can you please unzip my dress?”
8
Ayden
She asks me to unzip her dress and I oblige. I trail my fingers down her back. Her skin is so soft, smooth, velvety. She’s shivers. I like that.
“Are you sure we’re safe here?”
I slide the one sleeve over her shoulder and her dress falls down her body and puddles on the floor. “You’ll always be safe with me.” I say, as my hands reach around to her breasts pulling her back into my chest. They’re big, full. And her sweet hard tipped nipples are perfect for tweaking.
I roll a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Then the other one. Skylar relaxes into me with a moan, her knees buckling.
I want to pick her up and throw her down on the sofa, spread her legs, and pound the fuck out of her until the couch breaks. But I don’t want her to think this is a fuck and run situation. No. There will be no wham bam thank you, ma'am. Oh no, we will go slow and steady and by morning, she won’t be able to live without me.
“Oh God Skylar, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long.” I say while kissing her soft neck. My dick is about to bust out of my pants but I must slow down.
She turns to me, her tits swaying with the motion. “Ayden don’t talk. Just fuck me.”
“Well, okay.” I’m surprised by her commanding tone. Has she done this before?
She plops down on the couch and lays back, spreading her legs. Her fingers move down to her pussy. Stroking the wet spot on her panties that I can’t wait to taste.
I kneel in front of her, pushing her hand aside and take in a deep breath. She smells so sweet. I move her panties to the side and my tongue flicks out and licks her clit. She moans, pulling my head closer. Her hips move sporadically, grinding her pussy on my face and I can’t breathe. All I can do is inhale her sweet scent.
“Ayden, please, oh please.” She cries out. But I won’t stop until I make her come. Make her forget her name. I double my efforts and her thighs squeeze my head and she squirms like she can’t stand another moment of this.
I slip a finger deep inside her and find that glorious spot that makes women turn to mush. My thick finger taps lightly, she shudders. Yes! I stroke it harder and harder while my tongue does figure eights on her clit.
“Ayden! Oh Ayden!” She says again and again, panting. Her hips move in circles, grinding her pussy on my face and I feel her walls clench my finger as I’m working her G-spot and clit at the same time.
She’s screaming and crying, begging for release, but it’s not happening. I sit back for a second, watching her with narrowed eyes as I work at her with my hand.
“Skylar,” I whisper, “Come for me.”
“Yes, yes,” she pleads.
It startles me when she arches into the air, her whole body convulsing, face straining with the effort, hands fisting and releasing themselves. My hand is coated with juices and the noises she’s making are enough to make me nut in my fucking pants—if I wasn’t determined to fuck her first until she can’t walk.
Suddenly, she lets out a deep guttural moan and shakes, squirting pussy juice all over my face, my shirt, my sofa.
I lap it up as fast as I can, but Skylar is exploding. Fuck. Yes. Her juices pour out and I wrap my arm around her thigh and spread her lips apart. Her swollen clit exposed to my relentless tongue. I feast on that nub. My other hand coaxing another gush of orgasm out of her.
Skylar squeals, grunts, and moans some unintelligible sounds while I lap like a hungry dog. Then she shudders and falls back, breathless. “Wow,” she breathes out. “Just wow.”
She’s sprawled out on the sofa like there isn’t a single muscle in her body working like it’s supposed to. I take a moment to savor how fucked out she is before standing up.
“Damn Ayden, I’ve never done that. I’m so sorry.” She says, sitting up quickly with a pink flush to her cheeks. “I’ll clean it up, just give me a sec.”
I reach out my hand to her, calming her down. “Fuck, Skylar. Don’t be sorry, I love it.”
She puts her head down. “Are you sure? I didn’t know I could do that.”
I smile. “Glad to be your first.”
My hand reaches for my fly and she follows the movement, comprehension coming into her glazed eyes. Her tongue flicks out and she licks her lips as if I’m the most delicious snack she’s ever seen. I didn’t think I could ever get this hard but here we are.
My dick is so hard that pulling my boxer briefs off is a bit of a challenge. I could literally, pound sand with this thing. She makes another sound – a hungry one, a needy one and fuck me, I tear off my pants and then I’m on top of her, pulling her panties off and tossing them across the office.
I push her legs wide open so I can slide into her wet warmth with absolutely no resistance. I close my eyes and concentrate, trying not to spend my load in her without a single thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist, making mewling noises as if speaking is beyond her.
Hell, I can relate.
I pull out and slam into her again and she arches upwards with a sort of wail, her body shaking, her inside walls milking me. I think she’s still coming. It is a huge turn on. Makes thinking very difficult.
My mouth is running, saying a lot of nonsense things as my hands trail all over her body, lacking the coordination to do anything significant. I pull back and push into her, again. The squeal that escapes her lips is worth almost creaming myself, but I’m determined to make this last so I shift to shallow thrusts, asking her how she’s doing, does she like it? Her replies are incoherent and her legs have shifted from being locked around my waist to hanging in the air. Her mouth has gone slack and she has simply presented herself to me like a gift.
The rhythm of my hips becomes erratic and my mouth goes to her nipple and all it takes is a light suck for her to react. Her whole body contracts, arms, legs, torso and then she’s shuddering and convulsing again, her pussy milking my dick for all it’s worth, wanting my come, prepared for it.
It’s too much all at once and I let myself go, slamming my dick into her like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile, she’s crying; Skylar is crying, her whole body open to me and my cock.
I think I could do absolutely anything to her at this point and she’d let me. The very thought has my hips snapping forward as my body tightens and releases into her. My mind is blank for a second and I can’t think or see – all I can do is feel. Her hot cunt around me, greedily milking me for more and more until there’s nothing left. Very slowly, I collapse on top of her, breathing hard.
I know I should move. I’m too heavy for her to take my weight for any length of time. But she just sucked my spine out through my dick so I need a minute. When she begins to stir, I take that as my cue to move.
I slide off of her slowly, landing right at the edge of the couch. Thankfully, it’s quite deep so there is room for both of us. She sighs, peering up at me from beneath her lashes and bites her lip. I reach towards her and place my lips gently on hers – reassuring. I land little pecks and nips on her lips until she begins to giggle and then I swallow her laughter on my tongue.
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By the time I’m through with her, she’s all flushed again and smiling. Whatever insecure thoughts she was thinking are gone – at least for the moment. I reach up with my finger tracing the length of her arm as I follow along with my eyes.
She grins at me, burrowing closer into my chest.
“So, I assume you’ll have no objections when I tell you that this isn’t a one-time thing right? You’re mine now.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not my roommate anymore. You’re my girlfriend. It means you move your things to my bedroom.”
She blinks at me. “Don’t you think this is a little fast?”
I lift an eyebrow at her, exuding supreme confidence. I know what she’s asking me. She wants to know if I’m sure. One thing she’ll come to learn about me; I’m always sure. “Okay, so what would we be waiting for exactly?”
She looks into my eyes. “I don’t know. I mean…”
“Well then, why waste precious time when we could be together? And you wouldn’t have to go to that dreadful job anymore.”
“Hey! I like my dreadful job.” She says with a snort-laugh.
I slide a finger into her swollen freshly fucked pussy and ask, “But don’t you like this more?”
Epilogue
Skylar
Three Months Later
This is the third time I’ve thrown up today. I’m so glad I’m at the end of my first trimester; my obstetrician said that the puking should ease up after that. I can’t wait. This baby is kicking my ass. I stagger out onto the deck and take a seat on a lounger next to the pool. I look over to where Julia is swimming. I hardly see her these days, she’s so busy with her new boyfriend.
Ah, young love.
After giving me hell for moving in with Ayden so fast, she got herself a Casino Magnate who lives one floor down from us. And now she’s living with him. I’m thrilled that she’s closer, but I think I saw her more when we were living across town from each other.
