by Paige North
That gets her moving, and she follows me back inside.
ADDISON
T his isn’t like me.
None of this is like me.
I’ve never blown a guy within a few hours of meeting him. In fact, the few times I’ve had a guy, it took me weeks to blow him, and it was never anywhere near as hot as that.
But Rex has me so hot, so eager—so wet, that I find myself unable to care about how far or fast I’ve gone in the past. All I know is that I have a need tonight, and that need is Rex Croft.
“There’s a fire in my bedroom,” Rex says once we’re inside.
“That sounds like a line,” I say. “A super cheesy line.”
“I don’t think I need to use any lines on you after what you did to me out there,” he says.
I blush.
He’s right. He doesn’t need to woo or impress me anymore. He got what he wanted. If he was an asshole he’d just say thanks and goodbye.
But he hasn’t. Yet.
And he’s still naked. Rex Croft is totally and completely naked, standing without shame or embarrassment, near the kitchen. He’s facing me, and although his dick isn’t hard anymore it’s still impressively big.
“If you keep staring at my cock, it’ll get hard again in about three seconds,” he says, reading my mind. I blush and look away.
Rex walks slowly toward me, his eyes steady on mine as I try not to stare at his dick because it is right there, it is glorious, and I can hardly believe it was just in my mouth. My arms are clenched in front of me, my body wound tight against what he might do to me, and what we’ve already done.
Rex stands before me, and all I want to do is reach out and touch every single inch of his body. But even though I just gave him a blowjob, I’m feeling intimidated. It’s probably the way he looks me over, assessing me.
When he reaches toward me, my breath stops and my heart races. He plucks his shorts from my grip.
With his eyes never leaving mine, he slips back into them, letting me keep his shirt in my hands.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Addison,” he says. “At least not tonight. Do you still want me to return the favor?”
My head is spinning—was the blowjob the favor I gave him?
I nod yes, because I’d say yes to anything with him right now.
“Then follow me. I want you to be comfortable.”
I follow him through the house, the hallways as winding as the hills it’s built into. We emerge in what I assume is his bedroom. It’s as big as a gymnasium, the bed large enough for a family of five, and the fireplace practically fills an entire wall as it burns hot, warming the entire room.
“That champagne seems to follow us,” I say, noticing it on a small table by the fireplace. The truth is, I could use a little more liquid courage because now that the intensity of the moment on the roof has passed, I’m nervous like a girl hoping to be asked to dance by the most popular guy in school.
Some insecurities never leave you.
He walks across the room to fill two glasses. I try not to stare as he walks back to hand me one. We clink, this time not toasting to anything, but our eyes stay on each other. Maybe the thing we’re toasting doesn’t need to be said.
I sip the champagne, hoping it will once again calm my nerves.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” Rex says.
“Sorry, what?” I ask. Was I supposed to do something? It’s not like I’m used to these situations.
“If you want me to return the favor, you’ll have to lose some of those clothes,” he says. “Maybe start with the robe.”
I swallow hard.
I set the glass on another table beside me, and let the robe slip from my shoulders. I stand before him in my bra and panties, and I know that I do not even come close to the level of hotness that he must be used to.
I stand, intimidated, as his eyes rove all over my body. I try not to wonder what he’s thinking—but when I look at him I can see the lust in his eyes.
His dick is reacting as well.
He takes a step closer to me so that we’re inches apart. When he looks down at my lips his head tilts, his hair falling over his forehead.
I feel paralyzed under his eyes.
“Take off that bra,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, then drop it to the floor. Rex’s eyes take in my breasts. He reaches his hand and takes my tit in his palm, rubbing and lifting it slightly. He dips his head and sucks on my nipple, making me catch my breath, my body feeling instant fire.
His tongue flickers over my hard nipple as he kneads my other tit. I arch my back into him, pushing more of myself into his face, giving him more. He sucks off with a pop before turning his attention to my other tit, running his tongue over my nipple, sucking and nipping hard enough to be on the edge of painful but still feeling like ecstasy.
When he pulls away again his eyes are heavy on mine, taking me in, both of us breathing hard.
“Get on the bed,” he tells me.
On wobbly legs, I comply.
I crawl onto the bed, headed for the middle when he says, “Stop. Don’t move.”
I look over my shoulder at him, on my hands and knees and topless.
He rubs his hand over his cock. “Jesus,” he says. “Someone should paint you.” He slips up on the bed as smooth as a tiger, taking me around the waist and rubbing his hard cock against my ass. I push back to show him that I want it. He said he wasn’t going to fuck me, but maybe I want him too. Maybe he’ll change his mind. Maybe I’m out of my mind over this guy, totally in over my head. He’s got me under a spell that I don’t want to wake up from, that’s for sure.
He grinds up against my ass and my head is spinning, totally losing my mind. Rex pushes me down between my shoulders so that my chest is on the bed but my ass is still perked up toward him. He moves his hand over my slit.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking through your panties, Addison.” His finger runs back and forth, pressing into my wet hole. All I can do is whimper and push back, showing him that yes, I want it.
Yes, I want more.
Finally he takes my panties and slides them off me. I move back up on my elbows but Rex pushes me back down, saying, “I didn’t tell you to get up yet, did I?”
I should be intimidated by this guy—and I am. My naked ass high in the air aimed right at him, God I’ve never done anything like this before. But lust has totally taken over all my other emotions, my body demanding it gets what it wants no matter the humiliation.
When Rex pushes my knees further apart, I comply. When his hands lay on my upper thighs and he pulls my cunt wider apart, I let him. And when his tongue presses along the length of my soaking slit, I moan out in complete ecstasy. He licks up and back, tasting every inch of me, and then turns his face to get at my clit between my thighs. He sucks on it, little growls coming from him that make me even hotter.
When he slips a finger into my throbbing pussy and quickly realizes he wants to give me more, he pumps a second finger in, making me scream out in delight and slight pain at the quick intrusion.
But it’s sensory overload because he’s still working my clit with the point of his tongue, flicking and sucking on it. Finally he slides the flat of his tongue along my length once again, getting dangerously close to my other hole. His breath on it is enough to make me twitch with dirty anticipation.
Without warning he flips me over, and I am nothing but a ragdoll in his hands, on his bed. With my knees out to the sides he dives into my pussy, fully licking at my cunt with nothing in his way. It’s too much. I’ve never felt such frenzied state of lust in my entire life and I’m not sure I can handle it.
I’m not sure I can stay conscious.
But I don’t want to miss a moment because odds are I’ll never see this gorgeous, sexy man ever again. With some effort I open my eyes and look down at him, the curls of his hair bouncing as his mouth works my cunt like it�
��s never been worked before. I reach out for his hair just to touch him—he doesn’t need any guidance or help—and just feel him there.
“God, yes,” I moan, watching him. “Fuck me, Rex. Yes.”
Rex growls again and ups his efforts, pumping me again with his fingers until I think I’m going to pass out. He’s sucking on my clit and has his fingers all the way in, working them inside me and I honestly couldn’t hold on any longer if my life were depending on it. With his fingers in my soaking pussy and his lips torturing my clit, I break, coming so hard I buck my hips into his face but he doesn’t seem to mind. I realize I'm screaming out my pleasure as the walls of my pussy contract and pump, making me wonder if I’ve ever actually had an orgasm before.
When I finish, I feel dead. I can’t move my limbs. I can’t open my eyes. I feel Rex kiss the insides of my thighs, and then pull the blanket around us.
“You okay?” he asks me, settling in on a pillow beside me.
I can’t even look over at him. I’m afraid I’ll see something in his face that will ruin the moment—some sort of regret or something. But my eyes flutter open, and Rex watches me with a soft look that goes from my eyes to my lips—almost like he’s thinking he wants more. It makes me smile.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says.
“Yes,” I say. “I am perfectly okay. More than, in fact.”
“Good,” he says. “Then tonight was a success.”
He nudges his body closer to mine, and after the insane orgasms, the champagne, the warmth of the fire and Rex’s body, I fall quickly and deeply asleep.
I wake not much later with a start. Rex is on his side next to me, his hand resting on my hip. His face looks warm, his lashes lying thick on his cheeks. I lost my head because a hot guy gave me the time of day?
No, I realize with a sickening feeling in my stomach. I lost my head because a skeevy guy in a parking lot offered me a thousand dollars. Promised me there’d be no sex, not even a kiss on the cheek. And Rex certainly didn’t act like he expected that. He wanted marriage, for crying out loud, a contractual relationship with no emotions. Instead we had sex.
Worse, I got paid.
I already deposited the money. Which makes me a proper prostitute, even if I don’t take the remaining seven hundred dollars that Damien said I’d get once the client was satisfied with my job.
Satisfied with my job takes on a whole new meaning now. And it’s not one I’m very proud of.
I feel dirty and disgusted with myself. And what makes it even worse is that I did genuinely like spending time with Rex.
I throw my legs off the side of the bed, sitting up. The fire is down to warm embers and I’m shivering. I rub my hands over my eyes, trying to understand what I did, and why. Desperation, that’s why. Lust, that’s also why. I’m a cliché of other girls who have come to L.A. with a ridiculous dream of making it, and I just prostituted myself.
I quickly find my bra and panties on the floor, slipping them on quietly. I tip toe through the house and back out to the pool, where my clothes still lay. I grab them, and my purse, and make my way out the front door, hoping Sheldon doesn’t jump out from around the corner of the hallway to try and stop me.
My hands shake as I start up my car. It sputters loudly and I worry that it’s going to wake up Rex somehow. I look anxiously toward the front door as I give my car a moment to warm up.
No one comes.
I put the car in drive and head back out, letting out a sigh of relief that the gate opens automatically from the inside. I coast down the hills and winding turns, and when I’m back on the flat roads below the Hollywood Hills, I let out a sigh of relief.
I can admit that Rex Croft is the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever had in my life. I can admit he did things to my body that no one has ever even come close to doing.
But I also need to make sure that I never see him again.
One night with Rex Croft will have to last me a lifetime.
REX
I wake slowly.
Before I even open my eyes I remember her.
I already feel the need to have her close to me again.
I reach across the bed for her but the bed is empty. I sit up, letting my eyes adjust. Looking around the room, listening to the stillness of the house, I know—she’s gone.
Addison was a total surprise. I’m not even as annoyed as I should be at Damien for sending her under false pretenses, because I got to meet such a spectacular, gorgeous woman.
I realize I’m wishing she were still here. I have this urge to cook her breakfast, spend more time with her. See her in the daylight. But she slipped out, leaving me without a trace.
The fact that I managed to keep my cock in my shorts—even after she gave me the best blowjob of my life—is pretty groundbreaking. She was so eager too, and happy to take what I wanted to give her as well. So wet, pushing her hips closer to me. My dick gets hard just thinking about it.
I run my hands through my hair, trying to shake it off.
It was nothing.
Last night was just another sexual encounter, I’ve had plenty of them in the past and I’ll have more to come.
And, I decide, I am pissed at Damien. Time is an issue, and I need to get back on my plan to take control of Croft International.
To do that I need a wife, not a girlfriend. Father’s will was quite clear on that—the first brother to marry and show that he’s a good old-fashioned family man, the first one to prove himself fit, will take control of the company. And I’m sure my brothers are jacking off in Boston and New York thinking that their playboy little brother in L.A. isn’t a serious contender.
But I’ll show them.
I jump in the shower and it turns out I can’t get my mind off Addison. She was just so good—her mouth working my dick was absolutely incredible.
But I’m not just thinking about what we did sexually. What surprises me is that I catch myself remembering her smile, the sparkle in her eyes…
God. Thinking about her now has my head spinning…and my cock hard.
I stand under the warm flow of the shower and think about her lips wrapped around me, mouth stretched as wide as she could to take in my girth. I yank on my dick as I picture her mouth bobbing up and down over me, so wet, her tongue pressed firmly against me.
Then I see her ass up in the air on my bed, the taste of her as I licked her from top to nub, how wet she was, dripping practically. Christ, I think as I come, jerking my cock as I spew into the stream of warm water.
I lean my head against the cool tile.
Addison is gone. That’s it. She’s not coming back and I need to move on. It’s that’s simple.
Taking control of the company is my only focus.
Once I’m dressed I call down to Sheldon and have him arrange dinner with Monica Saunders. I don’t even need to wait to know that not only will Monica say yes to meeting me, she’ll also be wherever I say and at what time is best for me.
Monica could never say no to me. She cried and practically begged me to stay when I last saw her a few months ago, back when I told her she was too needy and I had to be free to set my own rules.
Well, she’ll get a shock today. Not only do I want to see her again, I’m going to ask her to marry me. She’s not my first choice, but since last night didn’t go exactly as planned I’m feeling pressed for time.
I remember the feel of Addison against me and wonder why she left like that.
My stomach clenches and I find myself feeling genuinely disappointed and…shit, I feel hurt.
I actually liked her, perhaps more than I’ve liked any girl since god knows when.
But that doesn’t matter now, because she did leave, and I have shit to attend to.
THE OFFICE IS RUNNING SMOOTHLY as always, and as always there are ten crises waiting for me when I get there. Of course there are several completely obnoxious emails from both my brothers—we avoid actually speaking to each other at all costs—demanding to know the status on
this business deal or that one. I give them information on a need-to-know basis.
I don’t get involved in their shit, and there’s no reason they should get involved in mine.
That evening at seven-thirty I drive over to the restaurant where Monica Saunders sits waiting for me, a glass of white wine before her and a basket of bread untouched.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I lean to kiss her cheek. She really laid on the perfume—girls like her always do, they don’t know when to quit.
Unlike Addison, I think, who was just the right amount of sweet and sultry that I could only smell when I got close to her.
“Thanks,” she says, eyeing me, not even trying to hide her pleasure. “I was surprised to hear from you.”
“I’m surprised you agreed to meet me,” I say, even though I’m not. “I would have thought someone had snatched off the market as soon as dropped you off that night.”
She gives a light shrug. She really is very pretty. California blonde hair that hangs past her ample tits, which are snug in a bright-blue dress. She’s a bit obvious, though, with all the makeup and too-skinny limbs.
“I have been busy,” Monica says importantly. “My jewelry business is doing really well. I’ve had to hire more staff to help out, it’s been so good.”
“That’s wonderful,” I say. Monica has a jewelry business but really her dad pays her way.
I’d be shocked if she turned a single dollar profit on her little craft projects. And hiring more staff means getting more unpaid, unsuspecting interns from UCLA to do all the work she thinks she’s too good to do. Monica is just waiting for someone like me to come along and marry her so that she doesn’t have to pretend any longer.
“I’m curious,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
All I can think of is Addison’s thick brown hair cascading down her back. A thousand dollars says Monica wear extensions. Very expensive extensions, but fake nonetheless.
“What are you curious about exactly?” I ask, not even really caring what her response is.
