by B. B. Hamel
I’ve never been so goddamn hard before in my life, but just the taste of her wet, pink little pussy drives me absolutely crazy inside. Her moans fill my head and drive me forward as I slide two fingers deep inside of her.
“You’re delicious,” I say. “Goddamn delicious. I’ve been dreaming of a pussy like this my whole life.” I reach up, fingers buried inside of her. I pull her toward me and kiss her deep on the mouth. She doesn’t shy away from her own taste that’s still on my tongue.
I pull back and drop down between her legs. She braces herself as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, sucking and licking her clit. I want to fuck her right now, sink my cock deep inside of her, but she’s not ready for that. I want to get her off first, make her come, make her know what I can do to her.
I love the way she moans, like with her whole body. She shudders and writhes as I suck and lick and finger-fuck her cunt. I’m not holding back at all, not easing her into this. I want it to be hot and dirty and fast, something she’s never experienced before.
“Oh god, Gavin,” she moans. “That feels too good. Oh shit, I don’t know, I don’t know if I can take it.”
“You can take it,” I say, fingers sliding in and out of her. “Go ahead, take it, you dirty fucking girl. Call me Daddy while you come.” I go back down, sucking her clit, licking it.
She grabs the back of my head, pressing me down harder as I continue to do my work. She’s clearly not letting up as I push her further, licking her harder and faster, getting dirty, her pussy dripping wet. Her hips move in rhythm with my mouth and I know she’s close.
She can’t stay quiet. She’s not holding back. Any thoughts she had about being in public are obviously gone now. I watch her face, and I know she’s close. I suck and lick her faster, moving faster, fingers buried inside of her.
“Oh shit,” she says, and her whole body tenses. I know she’s coming, and I don’t stop.
Her orgasm tastes incredible as it rushes through her body. She comes with every muscle, tensed and relaxed and tensed again, and I can see the pleasure on her face. She lets out one low groan, deep and intense. I don’t let up and I don’t hold back, making her orgasm as intense as possible.
Slowly, she finishes. I slide my fingers out of her and clean them off with my mouth, savoring her. She watches me with a mixture of shock, desire, and pure bliss. I smile at her then help her shift into the car so that I can shut the door.
I close it when she’s ready, then walk around to the driver’s side. She looks at me. “That was amazing,” she says.
I smirk at her. “Good. You have a lot to learn. But I can tell you’re eager.”
She blushes. “I guess so.”
I put my hand on her thigh. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
She bites her lip. “Really?”
“We don’t want you to get in trouble. Besides, that’s enough for tonight.”
I start the engine and begin to pull away. “Wait, my panties.”
I grin at her. “Leave them there.”
“I can’t go around in a skirt without panties!”
“I want you to,” I say.
She blushes even deeper. “Yes, Daddy.”
I groan a little. “You’re learning so fast.”
We head back to her place. I stop at the usual spot and pull her against me, kissing her full and deep. It takes all my willpower to pull away.
“I’ll see you again soon,” I whisper.
“Yeah. Soon.” She kisses me one last time.
I watch her climb out and walk away. Her taste lingers on my lips as I drive home, though I follow her at a discreet distance to make sure she gets inside safely first.
Once I’m home, I get into my apartment, and my phone suddenly buzzes. I pull it out and it’s a picture from Sadie. I pull it open and can’t help but groan.
It’s a picture of her ass with the skirt hiked up in her bathroom mirror, no panties on.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to fuck this girl and soon.
12
Sadie
After Gavin drops me off back home, I still feel like I’m flying high.
That was such a good date. Not just because of what happened at the end, although that of course is still very much on my mind. But the whole thing was easy and fun. He showed me a part of the city that I never saw before, and I feel like I’m really getting to know him.
I never expected Gavin to open up to me the way he has been. From what I know about him, which I have to admit isn’t a whole lot, he doesn’t seem like the type of man to really want to talk about himself and his past. We come from such different worlds, and the more I learn about him, the more I’m impressed with him.
And of course, there’s that moment back in the car. I never thought I’d let someone go down on me like that, let alone right out in the open where anyone could see. But it was so freaking hot, so incredible, that even as I head up to my apartment, I’m still floating from it.
Gavin is everything that he’s been promising and probably more. He already made me feel something I never expected, and that’s only the start. I got a taste of what he can do to my body, and I already know that I need more, and badly.
I get upstairs, smiling to myself, and slowly open up the front door. I shut it quietly behind me, trying to stay as silent as possible. The apartment is really big, and the bedrooms are far from the front entrance, but it’s possible that someone’s still awake. I don’t want to get caught.
I creep down the hall toward the stairs that lead up to the second floor and all the bedrooms. I’m a little nervous, though still happy. As I get near the staircase, a sound suddenly stops me short.
I turn and my older brother Michael is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, frowning at me.
“Are you just getting home?” he asks me.
I pause, not sure what to do. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I just went for a walk around the building.”
His frown deepens. “I didn’t hear you leave and I’ve been down here for an hour.”
Shit. What the hell is he doing? I’ve never been close with Michael, not even when we were kids. Maybe it’s because he’s four years older than I am, or maybe it’s because I’ve always preferred Peter.
Or maybe it’s just because Michael is a lot like my father. He shares all those values and doesn’t seem to question anything about our family. Michael is the ideal son, at least according to my father, and that’s bad news for me. I know he believes that if my parents think I should be married off to Milo then I should just do it, because that’s what’s best for me and for the family.
“I guess you weren’t listening,” I say, and turn to head upstairs.
“Wait,” he says, coming toward me. “Hold on.”
“What?” I ask him, heart hammering in my chest.
“Are you wearing makeup?”
I laugh a little bit, nervous and afraid. “I always wear makeup.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, watching me quietly. “Where are you coming from, Sadie?”
He knows. I can see it in his eyes. He put it together already, but he wants me to admit to it. He wants me to come out and say it.
“I was out,” I say softly. “And it’s none of your business.”
He shakes his head. “Father will be angry if you were with that Gavin man.”
“Why do you even care?” I ask him.
“Because I’m worried about you.”
That catches me off guard. I expected him to say something about duty to the family and upholding the family honor, but his response is totally not what I thought. He looks sincere as well.
“Don’t be,” I say to him.
“That man is a lot older than you,” he continues. “And he has a bad reputation. Sadie, I know we haven’t always been close, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m okay,” I say to him softly. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with Michael, of all people. I always thought he only
cared about me because he had to, but this seems like genuine concern.
“Just be careful,” he says. “There’s a reason father doesn’t want you with this man.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I say to Michael. “I’m being careful.”
“Okay.” He shakes his head. “Mom and Dad are asleep, so just be quiet.”
I nod to him gratefully and hurry upstairs, not wanting to push my luck.
I partly expected him to start yelling, but that concern was totally unexpected. I feel incredibly fortunate and grateful as I get into my bedroom and shut the door, forgetting about Michael almost as soon as the lock clicks into place.
I should get to bed, but there’s one last thing I want to do. I head into my bathroom and take a picture for Gavin, something sexy, something I’ve never done before. I’m smiling to myself as I hit send, all concern and worry completely gone.
The next morning, I wake up from a single text from Gavin.
“Good morning. I’ve been looking at your picture all night. I need to see you again.”
I smile to myself and respond. “Soon,” I type, and hit send. I toss my phone aside then get up and get ready for the day.
I leave my phone behind when I head downstairs for breakfast. I’m feeling good, totally sure that I didn’t get caught. Mom and Dad were asleep and so they never heard me come in.
But as soon as I walk into the dining room, I know something is wrong. Mother and Peter aren’t there. Michael looks up at me with a frown then glances at father.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Michael says.
My father nods. “Thank you, son.”
Michael gets up and walks toward the door. When he’s on his way out, he pauses and looks at me. “This is for your own good,” he says softly, and then leaves.
Terror rings through me. I look at father and I know.
Michael freaking told on me.
I can’t believe it. That’s the most childish and awful thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I was starting to think that he was a real older brother and I totally misunderstood him, but clearly I’ve been right all along. He only cares about the family and about doing what father tells him to do.
“Let me explain,” I say, but he stands.
“No, let me explain.” His eyes are cold and angry. “You’re forbidden from leaving this apartment. You’re forbidden from seeing that man ever again. You may not communicate with him. You may not do anything that I don’t approve of. Do you understand?”
I stare back at him and I have to hold back my tears. I’m so freaking angry I could scream. I don’t want to cry because I’m sad, I want to cry because it’s taking so much effort not to scream at him.
I’m not a little girl. I’m not some child that he can push around. I’m an adult, and I need to start acting like one.
I nod my head once. “Whatever you say, father,” I respond, practically spitting the words at him.
“Good.” He sits back down. “You’re dismissed.”
I stand there for a second, staring at him. “One day, you’ll realize that I’m not a child anymore,” I say softly.
“Unfortunately, you are still a child, and you will behave.” Father looks down at his paper. “Go back to your room. I’m finished with you.”
I stare at him, shaking with rage, but I turn and leave. I don’t want to scream at him, because I know it’ll only make things worse.
I don’t know what I’m going to do. Michael is a traitor, an asshole, and a bastard. Father is going to crack down on me harder, probably get some staff members to spy on me or something. I bet he’ll turn off my WiFi or change the password or something like that. And I’m sure Thomas is already taking away my phone.
I’m not letting this stop me. Maybe I can’t do anything about it right now, but I’ll figure it out. I’m smart and a grown ass woman, and I need to get the hell out of this house. If I want to see Gavin, I’m going to see Gavin.
I won’t be used as some political piece by my family, and I won’t be treated like a little child.
I take a deep breath, steady myself, and then begin to plan.
13
Gavin
I don’t hear from Sadie for a week.
At first, I figure it’s just because she’s busy, or maybe because her family is pressuring her to stop seeing me. But her phone goes straight to voicemail and my messages are ignored. I try writing her, and I even send her another present, this time a box with a new computer inside of it, but everything is ignored. There’s no reply. She never comes back on Skype, and she never answers any of my written letters.
I don’t know what the fuck to think.
“Seems pretty obvious to me,” Chuck says. We’re out to lunch exactly one week after I last saw Sadie.
“I’m sure it does,” I grunt at him.
“She got sick of looking at your ugly face.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “Too soon.”
Chuck frowns, sipping his whisky. “Damn. I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“Like how?” I ask.
“Acting like a heartbroken little girl.” He grins at me.
I glare at him. “I’m not fucking heartbroken. I just don’t understand.”
“I don’t know, it seems obvious to me. The girl’s family hates you with a passion. And she’s clearly being controlled by them.”
“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head. “The fucking Tillmans.”
“That’s right. The fucking Tillmans.”
I sip my beer, not in the mood to be out right now, but Chuck insisted. I’ve been moping around too much, or at least according to him I have been.
I’m not fucking moping. I don’t mope. I just want to understand why Sadie disappeared after sending me that text in the morning, just a single word. The night before was so damn good, and things felt really perfect, and then she suddenly just disappears on me like a ghost.
“You have to admit,” Chuck says. “There’s a little irony in this.”
“Guess I don’t see it.”
“I mean, you’ve done this to plenty of girls.”
I can’t help but grin a little bit. “No way. I’m more tactful.”
“More tactful?” Chuck laughs, shaking his head. “Remember that Slovenian model you were dating for a little while?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, grinning back at him. “What was her name?”
“Who cares? She was hot as fuck. But when she wanted you to meet her family back in her country, what did you do?”
“Shit,” I say. “It’s not like that.”
“You didn’t call her again. Cut off all contact. You ghosted her ass so fast.”
“She was asking me for money,” I say, but Chuck isn’t having it. In my defense, that is true. She was asking for a loan so she could start her own modeling company. Plus, she was something of a head case. I definitely ghosted her, but for good reason. I was afraid she’d try and stab me.
“You’ve done this to countless women,” Chuck says. “Not just one crazy model.”
“They all know the score,” I say. “They know they get one night and that’s it. I thought it was different with Sadie.”
“Maybe,” he says, a little softer. “Maybe it was supposed to be that way. But look man, she’s not answering you anymore. She’s gone. Let it go.”
I glance down at my drink, not sure what to say.
I can’t accept that. I’m not some heartbroken little puppy dog blubbering into his beer, but I’m not just going to roll over and die either. Chuck thinks I’m moping, but the truth is, I’m trying to figure out my next move.
Clearly, I’m not getting anywhere trying to contact her through traditional methods. I’m betting her family has her on lockdown. My current theory is that she got caught coming home that night, but didn’t know it until the next morning, after she texted me. That’s when she disappeared. Her family hates me so much that maybe they sent her away, out to a convent or some shit like that. The Tillmans ha
ve enough money to make their daughter disappear.
Which is actually terrifying. But fortunately, I have enough money to make her reappear, I just have to figure out how.
Chuck thinks that’s a bad idea. He thinks I should just swallow my own medicine and move on. But he never really thought this thing was a good idea to begin with.
He’s afraid of the Tillman family, and for good reason. They practically own this city, or at least have politicians in their pocket. If they wanted to go after my business, they absolutely could. Their businesses are strong and deep, and they have a lot of ties in the community. They could hurt me if they really wanted to.
I just can’t worry about that stuff. I’ve been through so much in my life that I can’t imagine letting some rich assholes push me around. Besides, I know Sadie wants me, it’s her piece of shit family that’s holding everything back.
“I get where you’re coming from,” I say to him eventually. “I really do. Maybe from your perspective, she’s not worth all this.” I pause and then look up at him. “But man, when was the last time you saw me give a shit?”
He looks at me, eyes narrowed. “I don’t know,” he admits finally.
“I haven’t given a shit about much of anything in a while. Business is booming and I have pretty much no problems.” I shake my head slowly. “And yet, I haven’t been happy.”
“I’ve noticed that,” Chuck admits.
“Women, money, it all comes easily to me. But Sadie, she’s different. I don’t know what it is, but I feel something around her.”
“But she’s gone,” Chuck says, still frowning.
“Maybe,” I admit. “But if she’s worth all this, at least to me, shouldn’t I pursue it?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. For me, it’s not worth any of this, but what do I know? I’m just a single asshole.”
I grin at him. “You’re definitely an asshole. I’m just saying, I can’t give up so easily.”
“All right. If that’s what you want, obviously I got your back.”
