The Most Eligible Bachelor: A Texas Love Story

by Bella Winters

  “Funny.”

  “I’m serious,” I laughed. “The guy’s right for the job. He definitely can’t head a project, but we can find some desk for him in a corner where he doesn’t bother anyone. Maybe get him laid as well.”

  Dennis clenched his jaw and shook his head. “We’ll leave the women to you,” he said. “They’re already throwing themselves at your feet, Austin’s Most Eligible Bachelor.”

  “Guilty as charged.”

  “Speaking of which, how are Barbie numbers one and two?”

  “Left them at home,” I smiled, lifting my drink in toast.

  “A little present for Pauline?” Dennis laughed.

  “Yup.”

  A knock at my door and Alice walked in. “Three calls, Chance. Three.”

  Dennis blew out a long sigh and stood up, adjusting his tie as he went. “Don’t forget. My place tonight, don’t be late.”

  “I never miss a party, man,” I said with a smile.

  Dennis shook his head as he walked out, leaving me with a very angry assistant.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “The phone, Chance!”

  “Fine!” I replied. I put out my cigarette, picked up the phone, and began a long day of setting and putting out fires.

  By the time I was done and stepped out of my office, most of my employees had already gone for the day, and the only lights visible were the ones coming from the conference room where I knew a team was working out a few bugs in one of our most recent software releases. Alice was at her desk, blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail, fingers tapping away at the keyboard like lightning.

  There was a bittersweet feeling about the office when it was this empty. My mind went back to when Ridder Technology had been nothing more than a few cubicles in a run-down building just outside Austin, the only space I could afford at the time. We practically lived there, worked day and night, toiled like our lives depended on it and success was just out of reach.

  That was six years ago. Now Ridder Technology had its own high-rise building in downtown Austin, and I had enough money to feed a small nation. It felt good being on top of the world, and looking out at my kingdom, I knew there was only more to come.

  I dropped the manila folder on Alice’s desk, and she gave me a quick glance, her fingers never leaving the keyboard.

  “Signed and ready,” I said.

  “I needed those three hours ago,” she said.

  “I’ve only got two hands,” I replied. “I’m heading out. Call Miles and have him wait for me downstairs.”

  “Try not to stay up too late,” Alice called after me. “We have a long day tomorrow.”

  “Sure thing, mom,” I called back and made my way towards the elevators.

  2

  Chance

  I took my time getting ready.

  If there was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that people expected me to show up late. Being to any event on time made me look a little too desperate, like I was seeking approval or something. Of course, Dennis thought that was a load of crap, but I knew what I was talking about.

  I took the Porsche Carrera, let the top down, and enjoyed the night air as I drove through the streets of Austin to Dennis’s building. I made sure I took the longer route, one with enough room to let me go a little wild, and arrived at the party two hours after it had started.

  Dennis greeted me at the door, already tipsy, dragging me inside with an arm thrown over my shoulder. The party was loud, full of women dressed in as little as possible, and enough drinks to make the Mardi Gras seem lame. Within seconds, I was surrounded by chatting women, high profile celebrities, and business investors who just “had to get in on whatever I was cooking up in my oven”. Fucking parasites.

  “Chance, darling!”

  I turned just in time to catch Wendy O’Connor as she threw herself in my arms and planted a very wet and drunk kiss on my lips. The Austin Times journalist was one of my biggest fans. I had been interviewed by her at least three times in the past two years alone. She had a taste for the rich and famous, and shared my love for the spotlight. As well as my thirst for sex. I could fill a drawer with the panties she’d left behind.

  “Big entrance, of course!” she shouted over the sound of the pounding music. Her breath reeked of vodka and cigarettes, and I knew that if I wasn’t careful, we’d probably end up in the bathroom upstairs bumping uglies until she puked all over the sink while I hammered her from behind. An intoxicated Wendy O’Connor was not a woman I wanted to spend the night with.

  “Wendy, beautiful as always,” I said, holding her at arm’s length.

  “When am I going to bring you in for another interview?” she asked, giggling as she fished for the straw of her drink with her tongue.

  “Whenever you need me, I’ll be there,” I said, looking for a way out. “You know I can never say no to you.”

  She rested a hand on my chest and leaned in, her lips close to my ear. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispered. “And I shaved my pussy just for you.”

  “Okay, good to know,” I said, turning her around so that she was facing a group of men and women laughing a little too loudly. “How about you tell these guys how horny you are while I get a drink?”

  I disappeared before she could object, and made my way to the bar where Dennis was chatting up a trio of beautiful blondes.

  “And here’s the big man himself,” Dennis said, pulling me close. “So, Chance, the girls here were wondering how I got so lucky to be Chance Ridder’s best friend.”

  I knew what he was doing, and played along right away. “Met him in college, the brains behind everything I am, ladies. Without Dennis here, there would never have been a Ridder Technology. He’s just modest about it all, lets me take all the credit.”

  “And there you have it!” Dennis cried out, pulling me in for a tight hug.

  I leaned in and whispered, “You owe me.”

  “You fucked up our meeting today,” he mumbled back. “You owed me.”

  “Enjoy your evening, ladies,” I said, gesturing to the bartender and asking for a bourbon.

  Dennis went on blabbering, and I quickly took my drink and disappeared into the crowd.

  The thing that attracted me the most about her was her breasts.

  I didn’t care if I was being shallow or not. The fact was, I had been to too many parties just like this, and hooked up with enough women to have completely forgotten what it was like to ask for a first name. Besides, everyone knew my first name, and as long as it was screamed out in the middle of “oh my God” and “fuck me faster”, I didn’t care if the girl was called Brenda, Sheila or the Whore of Babylon.

  Which was why when she smiled at me and made her way towards where I was standing, my bourbon in one hand and cigarette in the other, I already knew I wouldn’t be going home alone tonight.

  Not that I really expected to.

  “Chance Ridder, right?”

  Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!

  I nodded, flashing my best smile and taking a long sip from the glass, my eyes scanning her tight body wrapped in a red silk dress that left very little to the imagination. The music wasn’t very loud on this side of the penthouse, and the lights were dimmed down enough to make sure everyone minded their own business.

  “I’m Haley,” she said, sticking out her hand. I took it, felt the soft skin, the slender fingers, the nails that I knew were going to be scratching down my back before the night ended. “I really like your home.”

  “Thanks,” I replied, “but it’s not mine.”

  “Oh?”

  “See that guy over there?” I said, pointing to Dennis, who was surrounded by groupies of his own. “He owns the place.”

  Haley looked over her shoulder, then back at me. “Don’t know him,” she said with a smile.

  “But you know me,” I said.

  She nodded and bit her lower lip.

  “How about a drink?” I asked.

>   She was all over me before I could even get the door open.

  Over drinks, she had not been shy about how forward she could be, her hand finding comfortable places on my arms, thighs, and when she wanted to leave the party, on my crotch.

  On the drive to my place, her hand had quickly found its way into my pants, squeezing and pumping me as I tried my best to keep my attention on the road and not kill anyone in the process. The doorman had flashed me a knowing smile as we passed and I tossed him the keys to my Porsche, and the elevator ride up to my penthouse had been a hot mix of her tongue down my throat and my hand in her panties.

  I kicked the door closed and helped her pull my blazer off, throwing it to a side and quickly wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me. To call her wild was an understatement, and I could tell I was in for a hell of a ride. My hands squeezed her ass hard and I pulled her against me, feeling her warmth through her dress and my pants. My hand slipped into her panties and my fingers were drenched in her wetness, her moans making her lips quiver against mine.

  I kissed her neck, made my way down to her tits, and pushed her up against the wall, slipping my fingers inside her pussy. I finger fucked her hard and fast, making her shake against me, her nails digging into my shoulders and her teeth biting at my ear. She began to grind against me, moaning for me to move faster, harder, until she exploded against my hand and pulled me tight against her.

  “My turn,” she whispered when she had regained some composure. She turned me around and pushed me hard against the wall, her slender fingers expertly working my belt and zipper. She had my pants down in seconds, and her fingers gently wrapped around my cock, stroking it lovingly while she gazed up into my eyes. The smile on her face was a promise that she had a lot planned for us tonight.

  She took me like a pro, sliding her soft lips over my cock and sucking me inside her mouth. Her tongue ran circles around me as her head moved, and I grabbed her by the back of her head, urging her on. She had me pushing against her, fucking her mouth, while all the time her eyes locked on mine. I reached down and undid the knot of her dress, the straps falling down smoothly and revealing twin mounds of heaven in a black lace bra. I was torn between enjoying the feeling of being inside her mouth, and wanting to bury my face between her breasts. Either way, I was more than happy to let her control the moment, because soon enough she’d be screaming my name when I took over.

  Her nails raked my thighs, and she let my cock slip out of her mouth before standing up and stepping out of her dress completely. She looked fucking incredible, hot as hell, and a part of me didn’t even want to wait to get her completely naked. Just rip off the panties and take her right there in the hallway.

  She could see it in my eyes, though, everything I wanted to do to her, and she grabbed me by the cock and led me deeper into my own penthouse, as if she was leading a stud bull by the horns.

  “This place is almost as impressive as the other one,” she giggled.

  “Wrong,” I said, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her against the couch, bending her down so that her ass was sticking up and ready. “It’s better.”

  I pulled her panties down, her scent so strong I knew that I would slip inside her without any trouble at all. She pushed her ass up higher and spread her legs, wiggling her butt at me invitingly. I smacked one cheek, then smacked it again when she yelped in excitement.

  “Come on,” she pleaded, wiggling her ass at me again. “Take me already.”

  I pulled off my shirt, grabbed her by the waist, and pushed inside her with even more ease than expected. She threw her head back in a loud moan of approval, and looked over her shoulder at me, eyes half closed, tongue tracing the lines of her lips.

  I waited, let the width of me fill her up, and when she clenched down on my cock, I began to slam against her. My hips smacked against her perfect ass, and I squeezed her cheeks as I fucked her, ramming her from behind, turning her moans into screams. Within seconds I had her begging me to go faster, to fuck her harder. She had even begun to throw her ass back against me, pushing me in deeper with every stroke.

  I reached my hand around her waist and began to finger her clit, and before I knew it, she was screaming with an orgasm that shook her so hard, her legs began to wobble, and I had to hold her up for balance.

  “Don’t stop, Chance!” she begged, turning and grabbing my cock, pumping me as she moved us to the front of the couch. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

  She pushed me onto the couch, straddled me, and slid me back inside her. She immediately began grinding against me, and I reached behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts fell free in all their glory, and I sat back and watched them bounce as she rode me. She leaned in, pushing her breasts against my face, and I sucked hard on one nipple while pinching the other. Her moans echoed in my living room, loud and animalistic as her hot breath tickled my ear. My hands wrapped around her waist, and I brought her down harder against me. She threw her head back, screaming in pleasure, and rode me even harder when I took her nipples into my mouth again.

  “I’m going… to… fuck… cum…” she screamed. “Yes, yes… oh fuck… yessss… right there… yessssss…”

  I felt really close to cumming myself, and quickly threw her off me and onto the couch.

  “No!” she growled, immediately reaching for me, and I had to grab both her hands and push her down to stop her. I wasn’t ready to cum just yet, not even close to being done with her, and she wasn’t going to fucking dictate how this night played out. I was Chance Ridder. I was fucking in charge. Or in charge of fucking. I playfully pinned her down and slipped two fingers inside her, pumping my hand as she giggled and wrestled to break free of my hold.

  “Stop fingering me and fuck me!” she moaned, but I could see my fingers were having the desired effect. Soon enough she was gushing out over my hand, her body curling as she came, her legs shaking as her orgasm rushed through her.

  “Had enough?” I asked, smiling wickedly as she tried to roll away from me. With her arms pinned down over her head, she had little room to move.

  “Not nearly enough…” She looked up at me, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, her breasts like twin towers of worship. She smiled at me, bit her lip and shook her head. “Come on, cowboy, let’s see you ride.”

  I climbed on top of her quickly, positioned myself at her pussy and slammed inside her with one powerful thrust, forcing her to scream out in surprise. Her legs quickly wrapped around my waist and her nails dug into my back as she pulled me to her.

  “Fuck me with that billion-dollar cock,” she gasped. “Show me what you can do.”

  Billion-dollar cock… seriously?

  There it was.

  The real reason she was here banging the shit out of a guy she just met.

  She wasn’t fucking me.

  She was fucking my reputation.

  My bank account.

  Well then, if that’s what she wanted, I’d give her my fucking money’s worth.

  Her screams rocked the penthouse, loud enough that I could have sworn the windows were shaking. At one point I thought the neighbors would start knocking on my door, wondering if maybe I was killing someone in here. But she took it like a champ. Every stroke. And each time I slammed inside her, she begged for more, urging me to give it to her harder and faster.

  I fucked her until I felt the couch would collapse underneath us, and she only pressed her legs against me harder. Her nails scratched my back until I could feel them tearing at the skin, the wildness of it all only turning me on even more.

  “Come on, baby,” she begged between screams. “Come on, harder, come on.”

  I gave her what she wanted and more, and soon enough she couldn’t put two words together between her gasps and moans. She must have cum at least three times in the midst of it all, her pussy clenching down on me hard and bringing me closer to the edge. I tried to make it last as long as I could, relishing the moment, feeling more alive than ever as I fucked he
r brains out.

  I pulled her up to me, and thrust in one last time before I exploded inside her. I groaned loudly, my eyes closing and my head spinning as I emptied myself deep in her cunt. She milked my cock with her pussy, squeezing hard on my cock until it felt like she might tear it right off. When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, and we rolled off the couch and onto the floor, gasping for breath, the two of us spent.

  I closed my eyes, washed in an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction, and waited for my breathing to settle. I could feel her hot body against mine, her limp hand lying gently on my chest, her breath against my shoulder. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but when I finally opened my eyes, she was fast asleep on the floor, hair disheveled across her pretty face. I pushed myself into a sitting position and let my eyes take her in, the nakedness of her making me want to turn her over and do it all over again.

  I got up, leaving her on the floor, and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly jumped into the shower, turned on the hot water and closed my eyes. I felt my muscles slowly start to relax. Go slack. There was a short burst of pain in my chest, quick and piercing, that made me cringe, but I quickly shook it off as the water fell in waves down my body. With a fuck like that, it was no surprise I’d be this spent.

  I stood there for what seemed like forever, then stepped out and dried myself off. The bed beckoned me to it, and without a second thought to the girl sleeping on the floor downstairs, whose name I had already forgotten, I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes.

  I’d let Pauline deal with her in the morning.

  3

  Chance

  If you don’t mind me saying, Mr. Ridder, you look terrible.”

  I looked at Miles’s eyes in the rearview mirror and nodded. “I feel like crap, Miles” I said. “Thanks for noticing.”

  “Long night?”

  “Aren’t they all?” I asked.