by T L Swan
“Yes and no.”
I raise my eyebrows. “No?”
“I have an extensive property portfolio from my own investments, so what started out as their money is now money I make for myself. I could probably pay them back now.”
“And this house…?” I ask.
“… was a thirtieth birthday present from my brother.”
I roll my eyes, unimpressed. A birthday present? Are you fucking kidding me? I glance around again. This house must be worth an absolute bomb.
“What’s with the eye roll?” he asks
“Money doesn’t do it for me, Cameron.”
“Money doesn’t do it for me, either. Why do you think I’m a doctor? Just so I can have the title before my name?” He pauses for a moment. “But, I’m accustomed to a certain lifestyle now and I’m not going to apologize for that.” He smiles sexily. “And besides, having no money limits your choices.”
I smirk. That’s true. “Don’t I know it…”
He takes my hand and leads me back up the stairs, and we sit at the kitchen counter. He takes out two crystal champagne flutes and pops the cork of the bottle before he fills our glasses.
He hands me one then holds his glass in the air. I smile and clink it against mine.
“No toast?” I ask.
His eyes hold mine. “I have no toast. Do you have a toast?” he asks.
“Perdre des paris.”
Translation. To losing bets.”
He smiles sexily as the pull starts to swirl between us again. “Perdre des paris.”
Translation. To losing bets,” he replies.
We clink glasses and sip our champagne.
His eyes drop to my mouth and I smirk as I roll my lips.
“So, you placed a bet that you could get me to do anything you wanted me to do…” he says.
I smile. “I did.”
“And what exactly is it that you want me to do?”
I like this game. “I’d like you to kiss me.”
He smirks and rises from his stool. He comes around to stand between my legs. He drops his hands to the counter on either side of me, holds his weight, leans in, and gently kisses me. His lips are firm and soft, and he uses just the right amount of suction. Holy hell, he’s such a good kisser. “It’s nice to have you in my home,” he whispers against my lips.
I smile as his tongue gently sweeps mine, silently promising me carnal things.
“I’m glad we came here,” I whisper, although it’s hard to know what I’m saying because my brain has stopped functioning altogether.
He smiles as he lifts and sits me on the kitchen counter, pulling my dress up so he can stand between my legs.
His lips drop to my neck and he bites my skin softly. “Why is that?”
“I’m not an Escape girl,” I whisper and my eyes close at his sucking and nibbling.
Dear God.
“You’re my Escape girl,” he breathes on my neck.
Oh… he feels so fucking good.
The crystal beads underneath my behind hurt pressed against the hard counter, and I shuffle around to try and get comfortable.
“Is that dress uncomfortable?” he asks as he wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Let me take it off you.”
My eyes search his.
He lifts me down and turns me away from him. My heart begins to dance as he slowly releases the zipper. The dress drops. I slowly step out of it and turn to face him. Wearing my white lace panties and bra with suspender belt and stockings, I know I look like an Escape girl right now. His eyes drop down my body and then back up to meet mine.
“You’re as beautiful as I remember you.” He kisses me softly.
“What else do you remember about me?” I breathe.
“Everything.” He kisses me again as he holds my jaw. “I remember the way you smell. The way you kiss.”
My heart stops as he kisses me again.
“Your smart ass personality and your perfect mind.”
My hands rise to his broad shoulders that are covered in that suit. He’s wearing way too many clothes.
“More than anything, I remember the way you made me feel,” he murmurs against my neck.
Oh God. His open lips run from my jaw to my neck, back to my jaw, and then to my mouth. “How did I make you feel?” I breathe as his lips drop to my collarbone. Oh hell. How am I supposed to hold an intelligent conversation with this man while he is doing this to me?
“Something.”
“Something?” I repeat.
He stands and I look up into his eyes. “You made me feel something I’d never felt before.”
“Like what?”
He shakes his head softly. “I don’t know.” He narrows his eyes. “I haven’t put my finger on it yet. I only know that I’ve thought about you over the years… a lot.”
I smile softly. “Is that so strange?” I ask as I raise my brows.
He smiles sexily. “For me? Yes.”
“You usually forget women you’ve been with?” I frown.
He shrugs. “Perhaps.” He picks up his glass and sips his champagne. “I never forgot you, though.”
I watch him for a moment as the pull to him increases at an alarming pace. “You getting soppy on me Stanton?”
He smirks. “You prefer dirty?’
Our eyes hold each other’s and the electricity swirls between us.
“I prefer filthy dirty,” I whisper.
He raises his eyebrow sexily. “This may be your lucky night then, Bloss, because filthy dirty happens to be my specialty.”
He picks up his glass and holds it high. “I would like to propose a new toast, actually.”
“My name is Ashley, not actually.” I smirk.
He narrows his eyes and winks sexily. I smile and hold my glass up to his.
My eyes drop to his tongue as it darts out to lick his bottom lip, and I feel it all the way down there.
“To sop-free, filthy, dirty fucking,” he announces.
I laugh and repeat. “To sop-free, filthy, dirty fucking.”
He puts his glass down and his eyes darken. “Get in my bed now before I pummel that fucking ass of yours on the counter.”
I laugh. “There he is.” My eyes dance with delight. “I thought you’d gone all soft on me.”
He shakes his head and pulls on a drawer to retrieve a wooden spoon. My eyes widen as excitement shoots through me. He points toward the stairs with the spoon. “Upstairs,” he mouths.
“Make me,” I breathe.
His eyes flicker with arousal. “You’re going to fucking cop it, Bloss.”
I laugh into my champagne flute.
“Now!” he barks.
I stand as I bite my bottom lip to try and stop myself from smiling like a goon.
“Upstairs.”
“Is that where I get to suck your dick, sir?” I ask sweetly.
He laughs, enjoying this game as much as me. He turns me and marches me up the split staircase.
“If you behave.” He swats me hard across the behind with the wooden spoon and I yelp.
“Ouch,” I half laugh, half cry out. That fucking hurt. My hands go to my behind to sooth the smarting.
“What do I get if I misbehave?” I ask cheekily.
“You get driven into the mattress by my cock.”
I laugh out loud and he swats me again.
Oh man, option two sounds like the winner.
I yelp again. We get to the top of the stairs and, once again, the luxury of it all steals my breath. This house is so stupid rich, it’s like a resort. Bench seats are outside each room and the hallway veers off in every direction as far as I can see. Sensing my trepidation, he grabs my hand, leads me to his room, and I stop at the doorway.
Holy fuck.
This bedroom is ridiculous. It’s as big as most suburban houses. A large four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room with luxury furnishings. The walls are covered
in a dark, textured fabric, charcoal wallpaper, and the bed linen is all different shades of grey, while the pillow cases and sheets are a crisp white. There’s a room to the left that has a leather lounger and ottoman, and three doors sit around the bedroom. I turn my attention back to him as he waits for me to take in my surroundings.
“I need you naked,” he purrs.
I smile shyly. This is it—the moment I’ve been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. It’s been a long time for me. Too long.
He steps forward and kisses my lips softly as he reaches around and undoes my bra with one hand.
Like a pro… he’s done that many times before.
Stop it.
His eyes drop to my breasts as his hand comes up to cup them. “Perfect,” he mutters as his thumb dusts back and forth over my nipple.
Our eyes lock and he drops to his knees in front of me. I hold my breath as he leans forward and inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking good.” He growls against my panties.
Oh hell…
He slowly slides them down my legs, slips them off, and then nuzzles into me, his lips kissing my inner thigh as his eyes close in pleasure.
“I need to taste you. I want you on my tongue,” he mutters to himself as he stands. He meticulously unclips my suspender belt and then slides it off over my hips, bending to roll my stockings down each leg… and there I stand completely naked and vulnerable. He kisses me as he pushes me back until my legs are touching the bed. He lays me down and then spreads my legs open. His eyes drop to my open sex and he smiles darkly. “That’s the angle I was looking for,” he whispers.
I giggle as I look up at him, standing at the end of the bed still dressed in his full suit and tie, and here I am naked and spread eagle on his bed.
I don’t want to lie here like this for him while he’s fully dressed. “Cameron,” I plead.
His dark eyes hold mine. “What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you.” I wriggle around on the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure between my legs. “I want all of you.”
With his eyes still burning a hole in mine, he takes his suit jacket off and then rips his tie to loosen it. My sex clenches in appreciation. I watch as he undoes the tie, slides it off, and then unbuttons his shirt.
My heart starts to hammer at the first glimpse of his naked skin. His broad chest has a scattering of dark hair and his stomach is rippled with a distinct V that disappears into his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation. This is going to be so good. He kicks his shoes off then slowly unzips his suit pants and slides them down his legs. He’s wearing tight black Calvin Klein briefs; his hard cock is just peeking above the waistband.
With his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs, revealing the biggest damn dick I have ever seen. His dark pubic hair is short and well kept.
I have no words. Yes, I do.
Holy fuck.
My mouth goes dry. He’s so beautiful. He’s the perfect male specimen.
I had remembered this about him. I remembered that he was hung like a horse, but until you see it in the flesh you can’t quite put it into perspective. I thought maybe my memory had exaggerated it somehow.
Not in the least. In fact, I’m not quite sure I can take him without it tearing me in half.
My insides start to liquefy and that dull ache makes itself known. His hand drops to his cock and he gives himself three long, hard strokes. I can see every vein in its thick length and the pre-ejaculate is beading on the head. With each stroke, my insides clench.
“Do you know how fucking good you look in my bed?” he whispers as he crawls over my body.
“Not as good as you look crawling over me like that,” I breathe.
Our lips connect and he holds himself over me, resting on his elbows. His hips push forward and he grinds his cock up against my stomach. Oh dear God. My eyes close in pleasure. His lips drop to my breasts when he bites and, as if not being able to get enough, he sucks his way down my body. He nips my hipbone and I jump, but he grabs my legs and pins them to the mattress.
His dark eyes hold mine, ablaze with desire. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a man more aroused. This is off the hook.
“Dinner time,” he whispers as his tongue swipes through my flesh.
Holy shit! I convulse with pleasure and he smiles against me. His tongue laps at me, softly at first, and then deeper and deeper until I begin to lift off the bed to meet his mouth.
His eyes close in pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he purrs.
“Oh.” I sigh as my body shudders and I grab the back of his head with both hands. Please don’t come… please don’t come already. Show some restraint, for God’s sake.
What chance do I have? He only has to look at me and I nearly orgasm on the spot.
His tongue dives deeper and deeper, and the grip he has on my thighs is almost painful. His eyes are closed and I watch him with my hands tenderly on the back of his head. He nibbles and sucks in a rhythm that can only be called practised technique, and I begin to grind underneath him.
Oh God. I writhe beneath him, and my body starts to really work on his face.
Fuck, this feels so good. His hips begin to circle against the mattress to try and relieve some of the tension he’s feeling.
“Cam…” I breathe. My hips grind into his face and I can feel the stubble burn between my legs.
He pushes a finger in and we both groan in pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers.
My eyes roll back in my head as he adds another two fingers.
Ouch! I jump and my legs close around his head on autopilot.
“Open.” He growls as he rips my legs apart and pins them again. He sits up and really starts to work me with three large fingers. He works me so hard that the bed begins to rock.
My body begins to lurch forward. “Cameron...” I whimper.
He pumps again.
My body lurches forward as an almighty orgasm rips through me. He drops his mouth again and licks me, and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Give me some cream, baby. Show me how you taste when you come?” he whispers into me.
Holy fucking dirty talking Heaven.
I writhe on the bed as I try to push him off me. “Cameron, no, stop.” I hold his forehead and try to push him off, and then he slowly rises above me.
Dear God, help me.
His dark eyes are locked on mine and my arousal glistens on his lips. The muscle between his legs is so hard. I’ve no doubt I’ll need to be hospitalised after this.
“Spread your legs, Bloss,” he whispers.
I pry my legs apart as far as I can, and he gets up and walks around, opens his bedside drawer and retrieves a box of condoms, as well as a bottle of lube.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Lube… he thinks he needs lube.
Fuck.
He walks back around to the side of the bed and kneels next to me before he pours some lube onto his fingertips and watches intently as he glides it through my flesh.
Arousal dances like fire in his eyes and I hold my breath as he concentrates on the task at hand.
“How long has it been?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Two years,” I whisper.
He smiles a satisfied smile, bends, and gently kisses my inner thigh. “I’ll behave,” he whispers darkly.
Oh man. That’s his way of saying he will try not to hurt me. I watch on intently as he removes a condom from the box and carefully rolls it on. His eyes then rise to meet mine and he licks his lips as his fingers drop to my sex again, and he glides them in and out of my body.
“Fuck. I want you,” he whispers, deep in concentration, and I feel grateful for this break in passion to give me a moment of clarity.
This is special. He is special and he makes me feel special.
I smile up at him.
“Do you know how beautiful you look all messed up with an orgasm afterglow?” he breathe
s.
“Why don’t you show me?” I whisper.
“Excellent idea.” He crawls over me and kisses me softly as his cock slides up against my stomach. “Open your legs, Bloss. Let me in.”
I smile against his lips and his tip nudges my opening.
His kiss turns desperate and he lurches forward.
Pain shoots through me and I tense instantly. Fuck!
“Shh, Bloss. Relax, baby,” he whispers into my mouth. We kiss again and he slowly pushes forward with force. My eyes close as I try deal to with him. God, he’s everywhere. The way his body is overtaking mine is overwhelming and I whimper.
“Here we go, Bloss. Relax, baby,” He whispers again as he kisses me and drives home hard. I cling to his back tightly and he stays deep and still to let me adjust around him
“Kiss me,” he breathes, and our lips crash together as he slides out and pushes back into me slowly. I smile against his lips as the first glimmer of enjoyment flickers through the pain. As if sensing the opening, he circles slowly to stretch me out and my mouth hangs open in pleasure as I moan softly.
Fuck, I can’t even pretend to act cool when he is doing this to me. He kisses me again and again, and I am so grateful for his patience. I can hear his breath quiver as he holds back from going hard. He’s stalling. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He pulls out, then pushes back in, and I smile. “When did you get so fucking big, Mr. Stanton?” I whisper.
He smiles down at me. “When I turned fifteen. My father and brothers all suffer from the same affliction.”
I laugh and he pumps me hard and steals my breath. “Well, I like it,” I whisper.
He fucks me hard again and I cry out. “I know you do. I can feel you clenching around me.”
He starts to lose control quickly. His mouth hangs slack as he pumps me harder and harder, and it’s all I can do to hold on.
Holy shit.
“Lift your legs.” He growls.
I lift my legs and he really lets me have it with deep punishing pumps that make the bed rock and hit the wall. His mouth is ravaging my neck, his cock is ravaging my body, and I have absolutely no idea how to deal with this level of possession.
He completely steals my body as he takes it as his own. He lifts one of my legs and I cry out as he hits the exact spot. Holy hell. I pant and I scrunch my eyes shut as I try to stop it, but I can’t, and after only a few hits, another orgasm rips through me and I scream out.
