The Mentor (Necessary Lies Book 1)

by Ryan, Alison

  “You have the most beautiful breasts, Camilla,” he said. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of them.”

  I bit my lip, so happy to hear him say that. He’d thought of me too.

  So much time wasted.

  “I could come from you just touching me,” I said. “I’m very close.”

  He growled, running a rough hand up my neck, making me feel vulnerable. Like he could have killed me with his bare hands had he wanted.

  “I’ve barely begun,” he said. “Your body is lush and perfect. So young, Camilla. You’re so fucking young. I want to own you. Your innocence. Teach you how to please me.”

  Fuck. I was on fire now. His words made my pussy ache with need.

  “I want to please you so badly,” I said.

  I could feel his tongue against my stomach; could smell my own arousal as he nudged my legs apart.

  “Fuck,” he said. “You’re so wet.”

  I bucked against him, wanting him so bad to be inside me, to be one with me.

  “For you, Nolan,” I said. “You did this to me.”

  I could feel his breath on my clit and I screamed out in pain from the want.

  “Please!” I pleaded. “I can’t take it.”

  He was merciful, his tongue lapped against me, giving me immediate release. He sucked me more and coaxed another orgasm out of me, making me too sensitive for a moment to endure anymore. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to ease him away, if only to let me catch my breath.

  “So good,” I panted. “You feel so good.”

  He said nothing. He glided up my body to kiss me, to make me taste myself against his urgent tongue. As he kissed me I felt his girth fill me, making me cry out in temporary pain from his size.

  “Nolan,” I cried. “Fuck! You’re so hard.”

  “Tasting you does that,” he said against my ear as he slowly started thrusting into me. I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting him to ever withdraw.

  We made love, the kind I hadn’t expected from him. He was gentle with me, which I needed. His mouth barely left mine as he gave himself to me, and our eyes couldn’t look away from the other. I came easily for Nolan, something I sensed he very much enjoyed as he showed no signs of wanting to stop anytime soon.

  His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. I cried out when I would get close and he’d touch my face as I did what his body was forcing mine to do. I was completely under his command, anything he wanted I gave to him.

  “I want you from behind,” he said. “I need that view, Camilla. Of my precious girl’s ass. You’ve been tormenting me with it for days now.”

  Fuck. His precious girl. It made me so wet.

  “Anything,” I said. “Anything you want, Nolan.”

  “Mr. Weston,” he growled. “You’re to only call me Mr. Weston when we fuck.”

  With that, his pounding began. He’d flipped me over so my ass was in the air, nudging my legs apart, forcing me to lean against my elbows. I’d never been so exposed to a man. I’d never been taken in this sort of position.

  His thrusts were harder now, faster. His hands were on my hips, pulling my ass toward him as he fucked me, doubling his power, no mercy being shown. He was taking what he wanted. I got the sense this is what he’d been thinking of these last couple of nights when he was alone in his bedroom after watching me touch myself outside.

  His grunts and sounds of pleasure lubricated me more than I thought was possible. I could hear our sexes meeting, forceful, brutal, yet it was complete ecstasy. I called to him, begging him for more.

  “Come inside me,” I cried out. “Fill me up.”

  He slowed for a moment and I thought it was because he was about to finish.

  But I was wrong.

  “You’re not getting that for a while,” he said. “I have much more to teach you, Camilla.”

  “Yes, Nolan…” The flat of his hand came down hard on the left cheek of my ass, making me yelp.

  “Try again, Camilla,” he commanded.

  “Mister Weston!” I half-screamed as he increased his tempo, ramming into me half a dozen times, rapid-fire.

  He turned me over again, pushing me back onto the mattress, immediately entering me, his hands under my thighs.

  “The first thing you need to learn,” he said, continuing to thrust. “Is that what I want is all that matters to you. And do you know what I want?”

  I arched my back, my toes practically curling at the sensation of him.

  “I don’t know, Mr. Weston,” I said. “Please tell me.”

  “I want to fuck you all night, Camilla,” he whispered in my ear. He softly kissed my neck, running his hands down to my turgid nipples. “Because if it’s only going to be one time, I need this night to last as long as possible.”

  ********

  Second, his hands.

  They were everywhere. Under my ass, kneading the backs of my thighs, running across my breasts, touching my face. His kisses were my reprieve, his way of showing me he was pleased with me. But his hands were something else completely. They were calloused and rough. He was gentle with me one moment, and aggressive with me the next. He’d run his knuckles across me, making me gasp.

  “Your body,” he said, his voice low for a moment. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” He punctuated each of his words with a kiss, in places I’d never been kissed in all my life.

  “It’s just a body,” I replied, realizing how stupid I sounded. I was so bad at this.

  He stopped kissing me and stared at me, “It’s not just a body. It’s exquisite, Camilla. That’s your first lesson- never speak of yourself as if you’re less than what you are.”

  “And what am I?” I asked.

  “You’re fucking hot,” he said and we both laughed, tension breaking between us for a moment. “But seriously. You’re a goddess. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stop fucking you. You’re gorgeous and you feel like nothing else on this planet. You’re so tight…”

  As if to show me how tight I was, he began to thrust again, putting his large hands on the curve of my hips and yanking me towards him, impaling me with such a force that I gasped. It almost hurt to take him, but the best kind of hurt, a mix of pain and pleasure, which is the best of both kinds.

  “I need to come,” he said. “I can’t wait any longer. But it doesn’t mean we’re done. There’s no way I can’t have you again before morning arrives.”

  His pace quickened. I held onto him, meeting his rhythm with my own, feeling my own wave coming on again. I kissed his chest as he started to moan, growling, and then yelling as he finished inside of me, something I’d thought about constantly the last couple of days. It turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but match him with my own climax, one like I’d never experienced before.

  As he withdrew I suddenly felt a void where he’d been. My heart broke, already missing him inside me, already needing him again.

  I’d never felt closer or farther away from someone in my entire life.

  He was laying on his back next to me, his cock laying against his inner thigh. I stared at his body, taking in the sight of him while I could. Nolan might have been pushing forty, but his body didn’t look it. I involuntarily ran my hands down his abs. He didn’t stop me and I wondered what he was thinking. I would have given anything to know.

  “Mr. Weston,” I whispered. “Did I please you?”

  He turned his head to look at me. He had no expression on his face, just a blankness. I couldn’t read him at all now.

  “You pleased me very much,” he finally said. “But there will be more, Camilla. I can’t stop now.”

  He closed his eyes then, and soon I heard his breathing slow down and I knew he was asleep.

  I grinned to myself. I can’t stop now. It was all I ever wanted to hear.

  Fourteen

  True to his word, Nolan woke me.

  I’d been sleeping deeply when I felt the pressure of his tongue on my naked nipple. I was so happy
to be naked, grateful I wouldn’t be constrained or inconvenienced with clothing to remove.

  “I need you,” he said, in a voice that was so exposed, so vulnerable. He wasn’t Mr. Weston right now. He was Nolan. And right now, I held all the cards.

  “Have me,” I said, my voice still sleepy. “You know I’m yours.”

  He kissed me, long and hard, a kiss that seemed to be trying to tell me something that he was unable to say out loud. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my ass to make it easier for him to enter me. He was hard and I immediately sighed- I was full again. With him.

  He made slow love to me, never taking his eyes off my face. I’d cry out from a climax that was painful in its ecstasy and he’d kiss me softly on the neck as I came down from the crescendo, still never taking his eyes off me.

  “I thought of this,” he whispered. “So many times. More than you could ever know.”

  I kissed his mouth, pushed him deeper inside me with the heels of my feet, my hands in his hair.

  “Me too,” I said. “It’s all I’ve wanted this week.”

  He shook his head, “You haven’t come close, Camilla. Not even close to the level of my desire for you.”

  But as he said it, I was distracted. Another wave crashing inside of me, my back arching, begging him for more. He was a ride I never wanted to disembark from. I clung to him, my nails digging into his flesh, calling out his name.

  “Nolan!”

  I feared his wrath at using his first name during our sex, but in the passionate moment it just slipped out. Thankfully, I found his eyes were soft. “Baby,” he answered. “You know how good it feels to wake you up in the middle of the night so I can make your body come for me? To hear you scream my name into the night? It’s indescribable.”

  I was panting now, breathless from the ride he’d taken me on.

  “Mr. Weston,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I want more of you inside me. Please.”

  He smiled, “You read my mind.”

  He braced himself with his hands against the top of the headboard of the bed and I lifted my ass, allowing him to penetrate me even more deeply. He began to relentlessly pound me, making the headboard bang against the wall with each thrust as I writhed beneath him, intoxicated by the power and strength in his body. His arms flexed, sweat dripping down his core, his lats so prominent, spread across and around his back almost like a pair of wings that I couldn’t help but come with him, his seed releasing so powerfully that I could feel it painting my insides.

  It was one of the moments in my life I knew I would remember always. And that as much as I didn’t want to feel like I belonged to anyone, at that moment I was completely his, for as long as he wanted me. He might one day be done with me, but I would never be done with him. Nolan Weston had taken something from me. Not my virginity, not my body. But my soul.

  ********

  The next morning I woke up just as I had fallen asleep- on top of his chest, my hair all over the place.

  My eyes fluttered open. His arm was around me, protectively, even in his sleep. I stared at his face, so drawn in by him, the memories of the previous night flooding back at once, making me wish the time here never had to end.

  I slid up his body to kiss his face, lightly. I didn’t want to wake him. Part of me was afraid how he would see me now that it was morning. If he would have regrets.

  As soon as I kissed him his eyes opened.

  “Hey,” he said, smiling. Smiling was a good sign.

  “Hey,” I said laying my head on his shoulder.

  He pulled me on top of him and I could feel why. He was rigid, his cock hard against his abdomen.

  “One more time,” he said. “You haven’t been on top yet.”

  I mounted him, riding and gyrating as he ran his hands up my body, his voice calmer in the light of morning.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hands sliding up to touch the peaks of my breasts.

  We made love the rest of the morning, neither of us wanting to tear ourselves away from the other. But nothing can last forever. Something I should have already known after the last few days.

  ********

  “Why did you become a spy?” I asked once we were done. We’d been lying in bed for about 20 minutes after he’d finished, both glowing and basking in the aftermath of great sex. Of course I had to break the silence in the most awkward way possible.

  He laughed, “I don’t know if I think of myself as a spy.” He ran his hands through my hair, touching my face. “I guess I like to think of it as collecting information.”

  “Well, the rest of the world calls that spying,” I said leaning in to kiss him. “How do you apply for a job like that? I’m guess you didn’t find out about it through a job fair.”

  Nolan smiled, “Not exactly. Recruitment is complicated. Your father found me when I got kicked out of the Naval Academy.”

  I was shocked.

  “Why did you get kicked out?” I asked.

  Nolan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He stared into my eyes for a moment before saying anything.

  “I hacked into their IT system,” he said. “They didn’t like that much. I was trying to see what assignment I was getting after graduation. Curiosity got the best of me. It was very dumb. Especially when I was so close to being done. But part of me sometimes wonders if I sabotaged myself on purpose. I was never sure if I wanted to be a naval officer. That was my mother’s dream for me. Not mine.” Nolan’s face was sad for a moment.

  “Where’s your dad now?” I asked.

  “My parents live in Kentucky,” he said. He offered me nothing else.

  “So my dad recruited expelled ensigns?” I teased, running my fingers down his chest. I could feel him twitch against my leg.

  “Not exactly,” Nolan grinned. “He saw potential in me, I guess. Somehow made it so I could finish school at George Mason University. I took the LSAT, got into Harvard Law.” He grinned. “Also, I was never an ensign. Technically.”

  I was impressed. My face must have shown it.

  “It’s not that big a deal,” he said. “Your father knew the right people. He said if I graduated he’d have a job waiting for me with The Hunt Group.”

  “Wow,” I said. “So he must have really cared about you.”

  Nolan nodded, “Richard was like a second father to me. Or really more like the father I wished for growing up.”

  Now I was sad. My father had probably spent more time with Nolan than he ever had with me. It hurt to know that, hurt to know his employees were more important to him than his own daughter.

  “Did he ever talk about me?” I asked. I felt pathetic even bringing up such a question.

  “All the time,” Nolan said. “Almost every time we spoke that wasn’t about business or assignments. I wasn’t lying when I said he thought the universe of you. He did, Camilla.”

  “He was the only one that ever called me Camilla,” I said. “Until you.”

  Nolan was on top of me now, his forearms on both sides of my head resting on clenched fists. I reached up and put both my hands on his face.

  “It’s the only name I know you by,” he said. He leaned down and kissed me, long and lingering. “Camilla Grace Hunt.”

  Having him on top of me made me feel vulnerable. I needed him again, in the worst way.

  “Fuck me, Nolan,” I whispered. “One more time.”

  He grinned, entering me before I had to ask again.

  Fifteen

  We had a couple “one more time” moments until it was finally mid-afternoon and we were both starving.

  “We should go into town,” Nolan said as he stood up to stretch. I watched the muscles in his body flex with his reach.

  “Yeah, that would be nice,” I said. “I’m sick of Lean Cuisines and cereal.”

  Nolan smiled. His face was so different now. He’d let down a wall. The coolness and aloofness were gone for a moment. I felt like I was seeing him for the first time. The
real him. Not the man who worked for my father.

  “What do you feel like?” he said as he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. “Anything in particular you want?”

  “I don’t know,” I said laying across the bed, staring at him. “A sandwich. And then you again. That’s what I want.”

  He laid down next to me, pulling me toward him. His kiss invigorated me and as his mouth met mine, his hand pushed on the small of my naked back.

  “That sounds good to me,” he said. “I hate to say this because it’s the last thing I want, but go get dressed. I’ll have Michael come pick us up in 30 minutes.”

  ********

  Leaving the house with Nolan was such a foreign experience. I had arrived there not knowing this man, not liking him all that much, and now we were hand in hand in the back of a Range Rover, watching the scenery pass by as we drove down off the mountain and into South Lake Tahoe.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what my father would think of this. If Dad was “like a father” to Nolan, in some weird way did that make him my step-brother?

  I wasn’t one to be so reckless with my emotions. I was pragmatic to a fault. But with all that had happened this week, Nolan Weston had become my escape. Even as close as he was to the situation, whatever was happening between us was helping us both get through it.

  There was a sub shop at the bottom of the mountain we were on, one that faced the lake.

  I ordered a turkey and provolone on white while Nolan ordered a meatball sub. We took both to our table, a Bonnie Raitt song crooning above us from tinny speakers.

  “Finally, good food,” he said, taking a large bite out of his sandwich. His hair, dark but with flecks of gray at the temples, was tousled and wild. He’d never looked so sexy. I wanted to lean over and bite his bottom lip. He looked so delicious. But I refrained.

  “So what exactly happens when I meet with the firm?” I asked, nibbling the corner of my sandwich.