by Claire Adams
We locked eyes and my insides melted. I knew he hated me, but maybe over time, that would change. I felt without choice in what I’d done. I was broke, and everything was closing in on me. Maybe through the heat of passion, I could melt him a little.
“Tell me what you want.” I dug my nails into his chest and rocked against him. It was hard to keep my eyes open as pleasure swelled in my belly from the tension against my clit. Everything about him left me turned on.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Maddie.” He gripped my face tighter and pulled me down for a long hot kiss as he laid back fully on the floor. “Figure it out, woman.”
“Okay,” I whispered and kissed him once more before sitting up. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands along the smooth skin of his chest, memorizing how good he looked. He groaned and closed his eyes before reaching up and sliding his hands along my thighs. His grip was tight – so fucking tight.
“Get to it,” he muttered and lifted his hips, forcing me to buck against him.
I moved down his body, feeling so unsure of myself all of a sudden. I’d been with plenty of guys, but none this hot. None this good hearted. Brushing my nose down the center of his chest, I paused to lick at the six pack of muscles that flexed just above his belt.
He groaned again, and wetness drenched my panties. There was so much power in bringing him pleasure. I would never grow tired of it, no matter how he felt about me.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered roughly, loving the idea of pushing him a little too far. He was aggressive and masculine in all the right ways. Him manhandling me the last time we fucked had me yearning for something similar this time.
“Suck my cock. Hard.” He glanced up and pinned me with a hard stare. “And I wanna hear you choke on it.”
I swallowed and nodded, more than willing to give him anything he asked for in the bedroom. Whether he cared or not, he’d changed my life with his money.
After working his pants down his legs, I leaned over and ran my tongue around the top of his boxer briefs, dipping in a little and licking at the salty top of his head. We shared a brief groan before I pulled his undies down and ran my tongue up the thick length of him.
He was by far the biggest man I’d been with, and I almost lamented at the idea that he was only mine for a short period of time. As soon as his mother was gone, he would be, too.
A strong hand took hold of my face and moved me up, forcing me to take his dick in my mouth.
“All of it,” he mumbled and laid back, lifting his hips as I reached up and took hold of his cock, sucking and licking like I was starving and he was my only meal. I gagged several times, and each time, he cried out in bliss.
The sound alone was enough to put me on edge.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I whispered against his sack and sucked one of his balls into my mouth as I reached up to run my fingers through the small brown hair trailing from his bellybutton to his dick.
“Get a condom, Maddie,” he groaned out.
“Not yet.” I moved up and sucked on the tip, rolling my tongue around the swollen skin and teasing the opening until he was twitching with need beneath me.
“Stroke it. Stroke it hard.” He reached up and gripped his cock, stroking it as I swatted his hand away and took over, using my mouth and hand to bring him over the edge. He gushed cum, and I worked to not let a drop fall on his stomach below.
I couldn’t help but glance up and watch him in the throes of passion. Incredible. Someone I could fall in love with and likely would if I weren’t careful.
“Come here.” He motioned for me to crawl up his body.
I did, and he slid his fingers into the back of my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled me down for a long, probing kiss. I was drunk on the flavor of his tongue by the time he pulled back.
“I want more of you,” I whispered against his mouth and closed my eyes, pretending that he might love me eventually. It was a pipe dream, but it sent me soaring.
“Take off your jeans and panties. Get up here and let me taste you.” His eyes were filled with a passion that couldn’t be fabricated.
“Okay.” I got off of him and undressed quickly, afraid that I might fuck up the moment if I didn’t keep us in it. “You want my bra off?”
“Stop asking questions and get naked for fuck’s sake,” he barked and reached for me as I moved back down, unsure of what position he wanted me in. The way his eyes ran across me and his cock twitched left my heart racing. Why did this mean so much to me? Why did I want him to want me so bad?
Guilt. It was all because somehow him liking me, or finding pleasure buried deep inside of me might help ease my guilt. That and he was beautiful. It felt like being pressed against a hero, a strong, good man. Something I would most likely never have.
“Straddle me and turn the other way. You get back to sucking me off, and I’ll take good care of you.”
I nodded, not wanting to mess up anything. Moving on him, I turned my back to him and inched down his body until I was on all fours, hovered above his slick cock. I leaned down and brushed my tongue down the thick vein that ran along the base of his erection and moaned at the flavor of him.
Strong hands ran up the back of my thighs and gripped my ass, pulling me down to his waiting tongue.
“Fuck,” I cried out as he licked through my folds ever so slowly.
“You’re so wet. I didn’t figure you to be the naughty type, Maddie,” he mumbled and sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue slapping against it fast and hard.
It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be flying over the edge.
I leaned down and busied myself with sucking him off again as he used his tongue and fingers to open me up and drown me in ecstasy. The brush of his thumb by my ass caused me to cry out, the sound lost around the thick shaft in my mouth.
“Mmmhmmm… That’s it. Come for me.” He pulled me back down and finished the job, driving me insane with lust as I bucked against him.
He came with me, filling my mouth once again and leaving us both panting. I collapsed on top of him and kissed the top of his thigh, snuggling against him.
“You taste so good,” I mumbled and rubbed his hip before brushing my face alongside his cock one more time. “You want more?”
“No. Get off.” He patted the side of my ass.
His tone let me know that I was the only one thinking that passion might save whatever relationship was dying between us. He felt nothing.
“Yeah. Sure.” I got up and moved to my knees beside him, trying to look as sexy as I could.
He didn’t glance my way as he got up and grabbed his clothes. “Leave the food if you want. I’ll clean it up in the morning.”
“Gavin.” I sounded a little bit needier than I wanted to, but the dull ache inside of me had roared to life again. Was he really going to leave me sitting in the living room naked after our passionate love making?
I surely deserved it, but I couldn’t help but hurt over the idea of him being so cold.
Cold like me.
“What?” He stopped by his bedroom door and turned a little. The sight of him naked and glaring down at me turned me on, and my body ticked with desire. I wanted more than oral sex. I wanted him buried inside of me again, his body pressed against mine, his mouth consuming mine.
“Are you really going to make me sleep on the couch again?” My tone shifted from needy to annoyed. I couldn’t help it.
He chuckled. “Absolutely. Stop making more of us fucking than you should. You’re a quick and cheap way to get off. Nothing more.” He shrugged. “You should know how that feels. You’re a pro at it.” He closed the door behind him, and fuck me if my eyes didn’t fill with tears.
Maybe sleeping together wasn’t a good idea at all. I couldn’t stand feeling cheap and used. I stood and dressed quickly before grabbing a blanket off the chair closest to me. After curling up in it, I let myself blink out a few tears and decided to stop being a child.
It was
a business deal. Nothing more.
Chapter Nineteen
Gavin
I waited until the fifth alarm to finally roll out of bed and grab my phone. I turned off the alarm and sat on my bed, forehead in my hands, as I attempted to massage a light headache away. Maybe I was dehydrated, and possibly drinking too much whiskey for my own good. The headache would be gone with two painkillers, but that meant walking down the stairs and toward the kitchen, and I didn’t have the energy for it yet.
I took my time getting ready. A long shower, followed by staring at my reflection as I routinely brushed my teeth for several minutes longer than normal, and another ten minutes of shaving. The razor cut along the edge of my skin, just below my neck, as I considered the day.
Maddie would be coming over in the evening, followed by a dinner with Mom and then maybe another night spent releasing some frustration. It was a decent arrangement, and my cock twitched at the memory of Maddie climbing on top of me and proposing a no-strings relationship. It had been somewhat of a surprise; after all, I hadn’t known Maddie to be so vocal about what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to complain.
She wasn’t so difficult to please, and in a way, I supposed I actually enjoyed our time together. But she was still shaking money out of me, and despite all of her other positive attributes, I was still pissed at her.
I finished getting ready and started cooking up a simple breakfast. I was used to protein shakes in the morning, but I had a craving for a greasy, unhealthy breakfast with a plate full of bacon and a side of dollar pancakes smothered in thick maple syrup. I sent a quick text to Mom, knowing full and well that she wouldn’t respond until much later in the day when her energy was at a decent level. I would most likely visit before then, but I knew that she liked receiving messages during a time that almost no one bothered with talking to her.
I could tell that it bothered her, how three-fourths of the attendees from the party had practically ghosted her after the reveal. It made me want to scream at each of them. Was their time too precious to talk to a dying woman? Mom said they just didn’t know what to say, and that there was no reason to feel any animosity toward them. But fuck that.
A loud sizzle interrupted my thoughts, and I turned just in time to avoid getting a bubble of hot oil popped in my face. The bacon was blackened to a crisp on the pan, and I quickly turned the stove off before the fire alarm could be notified. The last time the alarm went off I had spent nearly ten minutes hitting it with a broomstick before I thought to restart it.
I hadn’t considered the funeral. I knew in a logical mindset I would be the one planning it, or more likely throwing a shit ton of cash at some poor man, but I hadn’t truly processed the idea. Would Mom want a certain type of flowers? Did she expect sad music or fun, upbeat songs that celebrated her life? Was I supposed to ask her these questions?
I forced myself to scarf down the burnt bacon; I wasn’t the type to let food go to waste. I pushed the soaked pancakes around until they were a soft mush swimming in butter and syrup. I winced slightly; it didn’t look appetizing in the least, but I was a man of honor and finished the pancakes in record time.
I figured I should probably make a list of things to discuss with Mom eventually, but there was little motivation in that, so I decided I would deal with it at a later time. There was no reason to worry about funerals, not when she was alive and breathing.
I didn’t bother telling Ron about spending the afternoon on the boat. I knew that he would fill the conversation with topics of Maddie and Mom, and I wanted to spend just a few hours not thinking about either. I leaned against my chair as the gray clouds in the sky moved at a slow pace and opened a book that I hadn’t read in nearly a month. It was the middle of an older story of the origins of literature and science, but while I enjoyed it before Mom’s prognosis, I was finding it impossible to focus on anything afterward.
I kept the boat docked and waved at several people as they passed mine toward theirs or the end of the dock. A few stopped to make casual conversation, and I quickly regretted trying to find quiet time on a boat.
“I haven’t seen you by yourself on here in a while,” a woman said as she leaned against a light pole. Her name was Betty, a regular at the bar that Ron and I frequented, and always seemed much kinder to me than anyone else.
“Wanted some peace and quiet,” I said and gestured at my book. She smiled and invited herself onto the boat. I gritted my teeth and offered her a chair.
“Oh, no need, I just wanted to ask how you were doing,” she said. “I heard about your mother.”
Despite the cold temperature, she was wearing a short skirt that revealed long, smooth legs and a tight polo shirt. She looked like she was on her way to a tennis match at the Golden Oaks.
“I’m good, thanks,” I said. Betty flipped a perfectly curled strand of blonde hair behind her shoulder and stood closer.
“If there’s ever anything you need, sweetie, you know where to find me,” she smiled and glanced toward my trousers. I had a faint memory of Ron drunk-telling a group of women one night in the bar that his best friend was a billionaire who would offer him his private jet if any of them was interested. Most of the women rolled their eyes and ignored him, but Betty had some sort of gleam in her eye as she looked past him toward me.
I frowned. Maybe it was because of my recent dealing with Maddie, but Betty could have at least made it less obvious that all she wanted was to get cozy with any rich guy that looked her way.
“Thanks, Betty,” I said and stashed the book beneath my chair. I dumped a half-empty beer can in the trash and forced her off of my boat. “But I already sold my soul to another devil.”
“What?” If she was going to pretend to play dumb, the least she could have done was wipe the stupid grin off of her face. “Gavin, I just want to be there for you.”
“We’ve said three sentences total before this,” I said. “And now you want to bond over my dying mother?” My voice was much harsher than normal, but I didn’t regret one word. “Fuck off, Betty, you’ll have better luck seducing the bartender that throws you out on the weekends.”
“Fuck you, Gavin,” she snarled and walked off. I didn’t bother watching her sway her hips as she stormed away. The afternoon was slowly coming to a close, and I needed to be home to greet Maddie, the first devil that trapped me.
It wasn’t long until Maddie’s car pulled into the driveway. I watched as she closed the car behind her and casually strolled up to my door as if she lived here. It dawned on me that Mom would probably expect us to live together before getting married, at least for a month or two, and I would have to take that step soon. I wasn’t particularly excited for that.
I waited until her hand was raised to knock on the door before opening it.
“You’re late,” I said, knowing full and well she was nearly 10 minutes early. She didn’t bother arguing, opting to roll her eyes and walk past me toward the living room. Her legs were covered in a flowing skirt that draped onto the floor, and her torso in a tight-fitting shirt that hugged her chest in a way that I couldn’t stop noticing. Her hair was down, full of volume and as shiny as a freshly waxed wooden furniture, and the highlights of cherry red didn’t help the wood similarity. “We’re having dinner with my mother.”
“I know,” she said and took a seat on the couch. She checked a thin watch on her wrist, more jewelry than functional, and glanced at me. “We leave here exactly at six. I know the drill.”
So she did. We’d had dinner with Mom the other night, followed by another instance of Maddie attacking me nearly the minute we crossed into the home. She was comfortable with our arrangement, and never asked to sleep over or spend any more time with me than necessary. In fact, most of our time together was spent either naked or planning our next dinner with Mom.
“Don’t bring up my stories again,” I said. After nearly an hour of conversation about why I stopped writing, Mom had taken it upon herself to drag Maddie into convincing me to write again.
“I don’t have the time.”
“You don’t have the time to write?” she asked. “What else are you doing with your time? Going on fake dates with other women?”
“That depends,” I said. “Are you spending your time blackmailing any other men?”
The edge of her mouth tilted downward, the only thing that revealed how uncomfortable she was talking about what she’d done. I knew she hadn’t blackmailed me, of course, but I loved getting a reaction out of her nonetheless. Plus, if I could save some other poor asshole from her scheme, then so be it.
“Would that make you jealous?” she asked after a moment's hesitation. I leaned against the door as the clock struck six. Time for dinner.
“If you’re trying to make me jealous, I think you’re going to have a difficult time,” I said. “Come on; it’s time to go.”
She pouted and draped her purse over her shoulders. “Time to go,” she repeated.
Karen met us at the door with a polite smile. I wasn’t sure how she felt about Maddie, the two barely spoke during our dinners, but I did notice her hesitate as she greeted us. Karen shot me a speculative glance, and I shrugged.
There was no way that my mother’s nurse was the only woman who saw through the charade.
“Maddie!” Mom’s smile was genuine as we met her at the dinner table. “How are you, darling?”
“Well, I’m fine, thanks for asking,” I said with a forced laugh. Mom had gotten in the habit of throwing all of her attention onto Maddie during our dinners.
“I know how you’re doing,” Mom said. “You see me three times a day. Really, Maddie, can’t you distract him more than just two nights a week? He needs to get out more.”
I pulled back Maddie’s chair and waited for her to take a seat. She slipped into it, and I sat beside her.
“I guess I could try and take him out to more places,” Maddie said. “Where do you think we should go?”
Once again, I was cast to the side as Mom and Maddie planned my life.
