by Emily Bishop
I had never gotten so worked up from a kiss before. Every stroke of her tongue drove me crazier, and every time she moaned it was like a fist around my cock, stroking me to madness. My hands fell to her waist, then her ass, loving the way she filled my hands.
We were both breathing hard when I broke the kiss. I needed her naked and underneath me. Now.
“Wanna take this inside?” I asked.
Demi’s pupils were dilated, her lips were slightly swollen from our passionate kisses, her chest was rising and falling fast, but she was still capable of catching me completely off guard.
“Why?”
She flashed me a sexy smile, then reached for the hem of her sundress and pulled it right off. She stood in front of me in a white lacy bra and panties that were an equal mix of innocent and sexy. The overall effect had my mouth watering and my cock screaming.
She arched a brow at me. “Your move.”
My mind raced at her challenge. There was no way having sex in my backyard was a good idea, but then again, why not?
I wanted this. I wanted her.
Fuck it all. If we were doing this, I was all in. I smirked and stripped all the way down. Her breath caught when she openly stared at my body in a way that made me feel like a god. She drank in the sight of me in the moonlight, and her gaze lingered on my hard, throbbing cock for a long time. Her whole body shivered with anticipation as she looked at it.
Demi’s eyes traveled back to mine, and her lips parted. She held my gaze as she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let the straps slide down her arms. I nearly swallowed my tongue when her bra fell to the ground.
I knew the shape of her breasts, of course. I’d looked at them way too often to be considered a good guy, but seeing them bare like this, they were perfection. Full and real, with hardened nipples that I needed to have in my mouth.
She sashayed over to me, then pointed at the pile of clothes at my feet. “Sit.”
Spreading out my shirt, I sat my ass down and motioned to her. She obeyed my silent command and came to stand in front of me. I rolled her panties from her hips and groaned when the scent of her arousal hit me. I breathed in deeply, knowing beyond a doubt that I was in the middle of the most erotic moment of my admittedly oversexed life. Then I reached for her ass to bring her glistening center to my hungry mouth.
Her musky scent filled my brain with an intoxicating fog, and I buried my face between her legs to take it all in. She moaned loudly as I licked her from top to bottom, sucking her hard little clit into my mouth on each upstroke.
My tongue parted her lips, and the taste of her made me groan with excitement. The vibrations rippled through her sensitive flesh. She gasped and rocked her hips forward, like she was begging for more.
She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer to her. I could barely breathe, but I could drown happily between her legs as long as I made her come first.
I wrapped one arm around her thighs and sucked on her clit like a ripe piece of fruit. With my free hand, I plunged a thick finger between her swollen lips and stroked her in rhythm with my tongue. Her breathing turned into quick, ragged gasps with every caress of my mouth, and her hands clenched to fists in my hair.
Her legs started quivering, and I tightened my grip around her hips. I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from taking this all the way. I wanted Demi to come so hard she’d never forget it for the rest of her life.
I increased my efforts, and her moans started running together. Demi was shaking like a leaf, her whole body clenching. I gazed up at her without letting up for a second. Her eyes were closed, and her breasts heaved hypnotically with every panting breath. She looked so fucking beautiful in that moment. I never wanted it to end.
Demi’s body tightened and jerked like she’d just been struck by lightning. She bucked wildly against me, and she released in my mouth. I held her firmly as she rode out her orgasm, and I kept my eyes on her gorgeous face as pleasure surged through her.
She slumped forward and placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Her breathing slowed, and she fixed me with a darkened gaze. I saw a mixture of satisfaction and desire. She just came but I could tell that she wanted more. God, she was fucking amazing.
“Your turn,” she said breathlessly. “Do you have a condom?”
Thank god my wallet was still in my pants. I yanked it out and sheathed myself comically fast. Demi’s breathing quickened again as she watched me intently.
She lowered herself to her knees and shoved me hard to the ground. I laid down willingly, eager to see where she was going with this. I never thought Demi was some innocent virgin but I’d never expected the raw sensuality lurking just beneath her graceful, refined surface. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Demi slung a leg over my hips and straddled me on the ground. Her warm, wet pussy was so close to my desperate cock, and I groaned impatiently and bucked my hips. Demi moaned as I grazed her, a soft sound of pure want. She didn’t waste any more time, lowering herself onto me excruciatingly slowly.
She was so warm, so wet, so tight. “Fuck.”
“You’re telling me,” she breathed, meeting every thrust of my hips.
I lost myself in her blazing pussy, her moans of pleasure, and her sweet, sweet smell but I kept reminding myself not to let go too soon. Her first orgasm had been so goddamn sexy that I had to feel her come with my cock inside her. I needed to feel her muscles rippling around me, milking me until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
She rocked her hips down onto my cock, and I thrusted up to meet her with every stroke. Our bodies crashed together, and I buried my hard length into her deeper every time.
Demi threw her head back and moaned wildly into the night sky. The movement pushed her ripe breasts forward, just begging me to grab them. So, I did. Her skin was on fire. I brushed my rough palms over her pert nipples, and she hissed at the feeling. Her hips moved faster, stroking me with her glorious pussy. She felt so good that I knew I couldn’t last much longer.
I moved my hand down to rub her clit while I fucked her. Her pussy clenched around me immediately, overwhelming me. She wailed as her orgasm swept over her, through her body and into mine. I jerked my cock into her one more time and released deep inside of her with a primal growl.
Demi collapsed on my chest. Our bodies were still connected at the hips. Once we caught our breath, Demi flashed me a smile, pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and reached for her panties.
“Leave them,” I told her, running my eyes over her exquisite body. “We need to get cleaned up anyway.”
“Race you to the shower?” Demi asked, giggling.
“Seems like I have an advantage since I know where it is.” I smirked, gathering my clothes as she did the same.
“Even so, you’re on.” She laughed, then took off running back to the house.
I stood frozen for a moment, just watching her beautiful body streak through the moonlight. As she ran, her gorgeous breasts bounced, and her round ass jiggled. It was an absolutely mesmerizing sight, and even though I’d just drained myself into her, blood rushed to my cock again. What the hell was this woman doing to me?
I sprinted after her and wrapped my arms around her when I caught up. I threw her over my shoulder, caveman style, and she let out a hoot of laughter.
Giggling like kids, muddy and naked with leaves in our hair, I carried her to my bathroom.
“You know, that means you forfeited the race,” she told me as I set her back on her feet.
“In your dreams,” I said.
“You have no idea what happens in my dreams,” she said, her lips turning up into a sexy smile.
“Want me to give you an idea of mine in the shower?” I offered.
“Nope,” she said, claiming the shower first and squealing when the first jet of cold water hit her.
Steam started rising soon, hiding her delicious body from view. “Care for some company in there?” I asked.
There
was more than enough space for both of us. My shower was the size of my childhood bedroom. I cracked open the door and slid in behind her. She spun around to face me, her eyes wide and happy.
“I’m just about done,” she said.
“Already?”
“Yup,” she said, rinsing her hair and rubbing at the last spot of mud on her arm.
Getting out of the shower, she reached for one of my fluffy white towels and closed the shower door as she wrapped it around her body. I washed fast, pulling twigs out my hair and watching as the muddy water pooling at the drain became clear.
By the time I was done, though, the room was empty. I checked through the rest of the house, thinking maybe she was being playful again, but I didn’t find her.
Demi was gone.
Her sudden departure bothered me all weekend, though I was trying my best not to let it. Even so, I had a hard time concentrating on anything else the next day. In hit-and-run sex, I was usually the one who ran afterward. It was disconcerting being on the receiving end for once.
By Sunday afternoon, I still couldn’t get her out of my head. I was sitting in my office, staring at my computer screen blankly. There were hundreds of emails to answer but I kept finding myself staring off into the distance and wondering why she’d left.
My phone rang, pulling my attention back to the present. My financial advisor Steven gave me his trademark smirk from my screen.
“Please tell me you’re calling to tell me you closed the deal?” I asked.
“The owner of Athena’s is still holding off on the purchase, but I’m willing to bet we’ll get it done within the month,” he replied curtly.
Athena’s was the latest company I was trying to acquire. It was a jewelry store, unlike any other in the city or the fifteen other locations it had. Its name was synonymous with luxury. If you wanted to get engaged in this city and you had any money at all, you were doing it with a ring from Athena’s.
“Good,” I said. The place had been a gold mine once, one I wanted in on. It needed a cashflow injection that the owner didn’t have to restore it to its former glory, but I did. “Keep me updated.”
“Will do,” he assured me, never one to mince his words.
After we ended the call, the impending purchase occupied my thoughts for a while, but they were soon drifting back to Demi and wondering why she left. I’d pegged her early on as the skittish type but I was beginning to wonder if it was evidence of the fact that she had to play things carefully because of her wealth growing up. Maybe she just wasn’t used to letting her guard down.
I wondered if Nancie would have to be the same eventually. She was going to be the heiress to a much greater fortune than I imagined Demi’s family had, after all. I’d had to learn quickly, once the agency took off, to keep my guard up and my circle of trusted people small. But unlike Demi and Nancie, I remembered a time before people had started sizing me up according to the size of my bank account.
I’d grown up in a solidly middle-class family, with a sister who kept me on the straight and narrow and parents who kept their noses to the grindstone until their dying day. My sister had always been a good student and started tutoring in her senior year. She’d been tutoring another boy in her class who had taken advantage of her sweet and caring nature, and when she told him she was pregnant, he split.
As a result, I’d always had a hand in raising Nancie, and I’d promised myself that I would never let anyone take advantage of her that way. Nor would a woman take advantage of me, just because I now had money.
Demi wouldn’t do that, though, because she had no reason to do so. It was a comforting thought. Things between us could be amazing, if only I could figure out why the hell she’d run away from me.
Chapter 10
Demi
As I was waking up on Sunday morning, I still had only one thought echoing in my mind.
Oh. My. God.
I’d slept with my damn boss. And try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. It was wild, crazy, impulsive, and amazing. Barrett was sexy, super attentive, hung like a horse, and knew what he was doing down there.
My brain kept telling me that I should regret what happened, but my heart and my body wouldn’t let me. My heart told me that I liked him, which I had to admit to myself. My body adored him, remembering the way he played it like an instrument specially designed for him. But my mind was still torn because of his damn money.
Barrett’s house betrayed the fact that he was way richer than my parents. That level of wealth troubled me. It did bad things to people, and I had no interest in being around any part of that life.
Still, I liked him. All I had to give was my heart. If I willingly gave it to him and he lost interest, I would be devastated all over again.
My parents’ marriage had taught me tons about being married to a guy like Barrett. You were nothing more than arm candy. My mother was smart, witty, and independent before she met my dad, but years of having him ignore her had turned her into someone I didn’t recognize. I doubt she did, either.
For just a second, I imagined being married to Barrett, and those same images of my mom clenching her jaw and rallying came to mind.
No thanks.
I wasn’t strong enough to have that happen to me. To have the man that I loved just ignore me. There was no way. I’d left Barrett’s house on a whim on Friday, suddenly freaking out about what getting involved with him would mean.
He was different than what I’d been expecting, but I didn’t quite know what to make of it. So, I hailed an almighty Uber and hightailed it home before things got awkward.
I knew that he had questions about my life. I could see them churning in his mind, and I wasn’t ready for that. I pulled my comforter over my head and buried myself in my bed, trying to disappear and make sense of what had happened all at once.
Sunlight was filtering through my thready curtains and baking me out of my bed before I could get comfortable again, though. For the first time in ages, I missed my air-conditioned room at my parents’ place and the coolness of Barrett’s house. I’d bet that he wasn’t waking up drenched in sweat and listening to rap music from the street below.
But I’d made peace with my lot a long time ago. After Gabbi got diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder and my parents sat idly by, I bid goodbye to that life and waved with both hands as I left, never looking back. Until now.
As if on cue, my phone rang, and my mother’s face taunted me from the screen. It was the same picture that always popped up, of course, but this time, I was compelled to answer the call.
“What can I do for you, Mom?”
Her stifled sobs were the first thing I heard. “Your father has been admitted to the hospital, Demi. The doctors aren’t confident that he has much time left.”
Her words hit me like fist, knocking the air from my lungs and the thoughts from my head. I was too taken aback to speak.
My mother took it as a chance to beg me. “Please, honey, come see him. I know you two haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but this might be your last chance.”
Her words cut through my heart like a hot knife through butter. I hadn’t spoken to my father in a long time, but I couldn’t say no to this request. Not now. Leaving my bed behind, regrettably, I showered and headed for the hospital where my dad might be breathing his last breaths.
My mother had told me he was sick, but I wasn’t prepared for the sight that met my eyes when I reached the hospital. The intensive care unit smelled exactly as it should’ve, like clinical cleaning materials and nothing, with a whiff of hospital food in the air.
My father lay on a bed in the corner, his deteriorated body dwarfed by the vast array of machines that were scattered above and beside him. Seeing his body being poked and prodded and wired gave me a painful, hollow feeling in my chest. My mother was hunched at his side, clutching his frail hand to her forehead with her eyes closed.
She’d never been too religious, but I could have sworn that she was
saying a silent prayer, begging God or the universe to help them in this time of crisis. She looked almost as bad as my father, thin and weak and trembling. Seeing her like this was almost as shocking as seeing my father’s condition. All of a sudden, the gravity of the situation came crashing down on me, and I didn’t know if I could handle it. I didn’t know if I was strong enough.
As if sensing my presence, my mother’s eyes opened and she looked at me. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, and she stood up, rising too slowly.
Her tear-streaked face made my heart pang, even as she opened her arms to me for the first time in years. “Demi, baby, thank you for coming.”
My father’s eyes fluttered open, but as tubed and drugged as he was, he couldn’t do more than manage a weak smile before he drifted off again. The incessant humming of the machines made things feel all too real.
“What’s going on, Mom? What’s his prognosis?” My voice cracked despite my best intentions.
“The cancer is aggressive,” she said. “We’ve been trying experimental treatment after experimental treatment, but so far, well, you can see the result.” She sank back into her chair and clasped my father’s bluish hand in hers.
“Is there anything I can do?”
My mother heaved a quiet sob and shook her head. “Not really, unless you’ve suddenly gained access to a lot of money of your own. The treatments, combined with bad management decisions at the company, are sucking us dry.”
I dragged in a deep breath. Athena’s had always seemed indestructible. My father had built it from the ground up, and it was hard to believe it could really be in trouble, regardless of what my mother had told me the other day.
“Athena’s is really in that much trouble?”
My mother nodded sadly. Dad had named the exclusive jewelry shop after her back in the day and professed that she was the real jewel in his life. It was the mantra that kept the company thriving for years, the fact that my father built the company around the idea that his own wife was his most valuable treasure.
