by Mia Madison
She's probably right. She's got her whole life to experience. Why would she want to tie herself up with someone twice her age, even if I can give her the world? I get it. Much as I wish I didn’t.
We're both quiet on the way back to the city in the bird. I serve her a glass of bubbly and nestle her under my wing, crushed tight to my chest where I know she likes to be. We relax into each other, impossibly comfortable, like we've known each other for years, not days, as we fly across the mountain ranges I love. I don't know which is more over-awing, the view or the feelings I have for the girl snuggled into me.
I can't stop looking at her all through dinner. Her soft mouth and her dewy skin glowing from the mountain air and the intense sex we had as soon as I stripped her out of the ski bunny suit she looks adorable in.
Just thinking about her perfect round tits, her bare naked pussy, always soaking with desire for my cock makes me pump up with a solid rod of steel. And an ching need for her throttling through every muscle of my body. I keep her hands held in mine until the waiter brings the main course and we have to split apart. After, I order a chocolate and strawberry cream concoction and feed her spoonfuls, insisting she eat.
“You're going to need your strength,” I growl, with a smile.
“I have to go home,” she whimpers.
“No.” I shake my head with the final answer. “I need you with me, Darlin'.”
I can't even imagine not having her at my side. Sleeping all night with her was the most delectable thing, after sliding my cock into her and feeling how she clenched longingly at my length while she writhed under me and moaned my name. I need this woman calling out for me at the height of her pleasure every fucking night.
“Oh,” she mewls, her eyes big and round with lust and – something else. “Then I have to call Mellie.”
I nod the okay. Fuck, no one's said that to me since I graduated. It's a matter of respect for her parent's house and I get that, but Christ, it makes the chasm between us seem wider.
I pour out the last of the champagne and then I'm taking her upstairs to bury my cock into her tight sweetness again. It's only been a couple of hours but I already need to reclaim her as mine.
I can't get enough of her hot little body, her soft mouth that takes me so willingly. Welcoming me into her like she wants nothing more than to give me all the pleasure in the world. Same as I yearn to provide for her. Together our mutual giving is an explosive combination I won't let go of without a fight.
When we get back to the room, I go to the bar to make us a nightcap while she goes into the bedroom to call home. Again keeping me out of the picture.
“You don't have to be embarrassed, or hide from me. Ever,” I tell her when she comes back, all smiles.
Even more now, I want everything out in the open between us. Even if it means facing the kind of comments I got from Cody this afternoon. His were innocent and not intended to stab me in the heart. I expect they'll get worse.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I'm sorry.”
“You don’t have to ever be sorry either, Darlin'.”
“I guess I'm learning so much from you.”
“Everyone's a teacher in a great relationship. We're both learning from each other and it's fucking amazing. I love that.”
“I love that too. I mean it, I love it.”
She smiles enough to light up my soul and climbs on her tiptoes to kiss me. Tomorrow I have another surprise for her. Something I've yet to share with any woman.
“Mellie needs me tomorrow afternoon,” she adds. “To help prepare for the party.”
I'm about to advise Carina to tell Mellie to...hire some help, but she throws her arms around my neck for another delicious kiss. Smart girl. She already knows how to manage me.
Then everything I wanted to discuss with her is tabled on the furthest back burner as her body becomes the center of my world. I pick her up so her legs wrap around my hips and plunge into her sweet mouth. Her tongue meets mine with equal hunger and we swirl in a dance of discovering, until she starts to writhe her spread pussy against my raging cock.
I can't hold back from loosening the zipper on my pants, pulling her panties to the side and ramming deep into her tight slickness. I see stars shooting across my eyeline from the way her pussy hugs the entire length of my wide shaft. Holding her ass cheeks I stagger like a drunk across the room, with Carina impaled on my dick, missing the bedroom door so her back comes against the wall.
She flails, the console table at her thighs, so I sweep the phone, notepad and other hotel crap to the floor to set her down, stable enough that I can pump her pussy until she screams my name, begging me to fuck her harder.
Once I feel her twitch around my pole and her breathing go ragged, then hitch and screech as she bucks through a wild orgasm, only then do I let go of an endless stream and pump her full.
Her head falls against my shoulder as she jerks and flutters through aftershocks, then unwillingly releases my cock from her tight caress. Her small hands clasp my waist, holding me nestled into her pussy mouth as our mixed juices stream from inside her.
“Oh god, I love that. I love – that,” she whimpers.
Yeah Darlin', I love you too.
Chapter NINETEEN
Carina
For the second morning I wake up with a blissful sense of happiness expanding my chest. It takes only a moment to remember I'm in bed with the sexiest man alive and his arms are wrapping me like a protective iron bubble. I can't keep my hands off Jared.
As the time for our parting comes closer, my body cries out to possess him even louder. It's morning, meaning it's been hours since I touched him and felt his dominant caress on my body. I need him again.
The instant I wriggle in his solid grasp he cups my breasts, rolling the nipples until they poke out hard. I try to turn over, writhing under the weight of his biceps so I can face him. He prevents my move and instead, rolls me on top of him, but facing away.
I'm straddling his hard lower abs and his impressive cock is standing up between my thighs. I spit saliva in my hands and rotate both of them around the steel length, enjoying the feral gruff sounds behind me. When I steal a peek over my shoulder, Jared is grinning, his hands in back of his head, enjoying my performance.
I bend forward to lick the pearl at the tip of his shaft, giving him a juicy display of my ass and pussy which is still swollen from last night's fun. Then Jared binds my ankles in his grip and pulls out my folded knees so, with only a shriek from me, I'm lying on top of his ridged rocky torso with his face buried between my legs, licking and nipping at every fold.
Fuck, he really knows how to take care of a girl. Giving me his expert tongue so I don't bruise any more down there. Sprawled across a platter of steel abs, I get to work vigorously on his perfect dick, opening my mouth wide to take it all in.
After, we lie spent on the bed and each other, in the same sixty nine position. Instead of Jared kissing the top of my head like he does as we cuddle, he plants little kisses on my contented pussy while I hold his dick in my lips, still stunning in girth even as it softens.
I do not want to leave this guy to go home and help Mellie. Not for one second. He feels the same as he gets in the shower with me, unwilling to be apart. The coming separation is tearing me up so I have to put it out of my mind, enjoy being lathered by Jared's strong hands and think about breakfast.
We eat in bed, still in the over-size white robes, watching Netflix. Well, I'm watching, Jared's on his phone doing business. He doesn't take his gaze off me as he walks up and down the room, hammering out a deal or some orders and leans in for a kiss and a bite of egg with smoked salmon that I feed him between calls.
Once we're dressed, he takes my hand to lead me to the elevator, then across the underground lot where he keeps the crazy amazing Lamborghini. The thing prowls along the street like a panther stalking a herd of gazelle.
“Babe, you remember the way to my parent's house?” I say, when I notice we're heading to a
swankier neighborhood at the edge of town in the opposite direction.
“Quick detour, Darlin',” he replies, squeezing my hand. “There's someone I want you to meet.”
We roll through some gates and an area of parkland that makes me think of English stately homes, or maybe a golf club. Then we pull up at a two story mansion, more like a five star hotel. What's happening? It's too early for lunch.
“Good morning, Mr Helmsley,” the woman at reception is deferential although she can't resist a twinkle at Jared. I reach out to take his hand in mine.
“Good morning, Miss Davey,” Jared replies, giving me a squeeze. “How is she today?”
“She's a little disoriented. You should be prepared.”
“Okay.” Jared nods and his grasp on my hand tightens quite a bit as he leads me up the stairs and along a corridor of rooms. Just as I'm realizing this is some very swanky care facility, we come to a wooden door with a brass handle that Jared presses down on.
“Who are you?” the older lady sitting in an armchair with her back Victorian-straight inquires.
“It's Jared, Mom. I brought someone I wanted you to meet.”
Her eyes swivel to me and I force a smile through my irrational nervousness. I've never actually met my lover's mother before and am unsure of the protocol.
“Carina, this is my mom, Angeline.”
“What a beautiful name,” I whisper, looking at Jared questioning with my eyes. What's wrong with her? She seems so healthy, her fragility a part of her stature rather than decimation from illness.
“Are you Prudence?” the lady, Jared's mother I mean, inquires. My god, he brought me to meet his mother.
“No mom, Prue is your sister. This is Carina, my girlfriend.”
My stupefied shock multiples when he uses the G word and my legs wobble. Jared Helmsley is calling me his girlfriend. We're a thing? We're doing the meet the parents thing. Shit.
“She thinks I'm her father,” he murmurs into my ear.
“What are you saying?” Angeline inquires.
“He just said you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen,” I reply, letting go of Jared's hand and crossing the spacious room to crouch down in front of his mother.
She smiles at that, pleased to be her dad's special princess.
“You're pretty too,” she tells me. “Are you two going to get married?”
“Oh, we haven’t talked about that,” I startle and my cheeks grow hot.
I feel Jared's eyes burning into me, sitting at his mom's feet but I don't dare look at him.
“Well I wish you would,” she says. “He needs a good woman to take care of him.”
“Mom, I do take care of myself. I'm more concerned about you. Are you sure you wouldn't like to come home with me to San Francisco?”
“Of course not. I'm not moving from here until Ross comes to get me. But you ought to take this girl because I can see she's a caring one just like dear Prudence.”
An hour later we leave the nursing home and walk back to the car, hand in hand, but without talking. I'm sad about Angeline losing awareness in her mind but I wonder why Jared brought me here. Is he trying to make a point about age and the difference in ours? Or did he actually want to introduce me to his mother because he's thinking we're something more than a mega hot fling?
“She seems very happy here,” I finally say, wanting to give him something to hang on to.
“She's so young,” he replies. “And she won't come home with me because she thinks Ross, my father, is coming to get her. He died when I was eleven.”
“I'm so sorry,” I say, linking my arms through his so I can press closer. That's another thing we have drawing us closer.
“She liked you,” he says at last and a wave of relief floods me. “It just shows that you have to hold on to your happiness when you find it. You can't rely on things lasting forever.”
Now I don’t know whether he's telling me that this is a fling after all. It's devastating to think he could soon be gone from my life but he's right, I'm going to savor every last drop of pleasure he's giving me for as long as I can.
Chapter TWENTY
Carina
Now that we're driving en route to my house, I'm once again miserable with thoughts of the soon-to-be parting. I'm truly sorry that his mom is in a care home but, a little selfishly, I'm glad Jared will have to come back to town frequently and I might get to see him again. I really don't want to lose him. Even when he pulls up, down the block from my house like always, I sit in the car, not budging.
“Will you be coming by later?” I ask very softly.
“Of course, Darlin'. I'll be aching to see you every minute until then.”
“You promise, you aren't going to take off.”
“I promise. Where's this coming from?” He reaches for my hand and takes it in both his large ones.
“I just want to say goodbye before you go. No sudden departures.”
“I'm not going anywhere, Darlin'.”
I kiss him and climb from the car, exceptionally slowly. Like trying to emerge from quicksand, his magnetism holds me hostage. I already begged him not to come around to open the door for me in case someone sees us. This car is kind of an attention grabber.
“I'll rent a Prius next time,” he'd joked, making me think there was going to be more of me and Jared.
Next time.
He waited in the car, watching me as I walked slowly away from him, still tethered to his presence. The wrench in my stomach an indication of what was to come. Surely he'll have to leave the city soon. I have a return ticket to Boston in three days so there's the definite end to our undeniable passionate connection.
“Thank god you're here,” Mellie screeches, in a breathless panic. The kitchen looks like a bomb site. “I've been texting you the last two hours. Didn't Britnee tell you I called?”
“Um, no.”
I almost forget I told Mellie I was staying a second night with Brit. Jared doesn't like the endless social posting so I've been ignoring my phone when I'm with him. And I haven’t missed it at all.
“I'm here now,” I tell Mellie. “Why don't I start on cleaning up.”
Being New Year's, Dad comes home from the office early.
“Where have you been, Princess?” he asks, plonking himself at the island counter and pouring a coffee. “I've missed your pretty face and lively presence.”
“I was – um,” I really hate lying to my dad. Thankfully Mellie steps in.
“I told you, she had a second pajama party with Brit.”
“What is all this stuff, we have royalty coming tonight?”
Dad pops a shrimp in his mouth, ruining the symmetry of the giant ring and winning a pout from Mellie who starts re-arranging them to cover the gap.
“Is this -? Please tell me it's not because that jerk Jared Helmsley is joining us. Mellie?”
I notice my stepmother's cheeks have flushed just a little. What the -?
“Why do you detest him so, Todd?” she asks to distract her girly blushing from Dad's excoriating stare.
“Because he ruined my career is why?”
“He did?” I squeak. “How?”
“He did not,” Mellie interrupts.
“How did he ruin you?” I repeat, my heart doing a tango against my rib cage. My parents are acting like I'm not here.
“I've told you Mellie, his interference in the game caused me to go down and slip a disc. Permanently”
“Todd, can we please talk about the elephant in the room?” Mellie says with a sigh. “I know you're mad at Jared because he had a thing with Katie.”
What? Whoa, no this is not happening.
A ton of weights slams and reverberates in my stomach like a weightlifter's dropped barbell. Jared, my Jared, got it on with my Mom? I don't believe it.
“That jock must have had every single woman in our year,” Dad says.
“I don't recall him being like that at all,” Mellie disagrees. “The girls all wanted him and -�
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I have to get out of here. I can't listen to any more. Tears are welling up and the force is not the kind that I can hold back. More geyser than trickle. I can't believe Jared would do this to me. He knows whose daughter I am. Has he been using me as a pawn in some sort of competition with my Dad? I cannot believe he'd be that cruel. That's not the Jared I saw getting emotional when he looked at his lovely mom.
“You okay, Baby?” Dad calls as I hurtle from the open plan kitchen, up the stairs to my room.
I let out a throaty groan in response, then throw myself down on my narrow bed. It seems smaller and harder after the king size pillow top I've been luxuriating in the last two nights.
The tears pour down my face and I sob uncontrollably. The memory of being encircled in Jared's powerful arms floods my mind. The aroma of his woody skin, mixed with sweat from our energetic sex lingers in my nostrils. His heart beating against mine through my back molded to his carved abs.
He did not do this.
He's been so good to me, buying me beautiful things to wear. Okay, so the money means nothing but when he took me up the mountain, he didn't once leave my side. Not even to take a crazy run down a black while I waited. That was all about me. Sharing with me, playing in the snow with me and asking me to challenge myself.
I cannot believe he's having sex with his old flame's daughter. My head and especially my heart refuse to believe it.
“Are you okay, Sweetie?” Mellie taps at my door and I bolt upright, fixing my hair and slapping at my wet face to remove the tear streaks.
“Just a little headache,” I croak.
“Oh no, take a nice bubble bath and rest up before the party starts. I don't want you to miss it.”
“I'll be down soon,” I promise.
I have to go and celebrate with my family but I'm torn about seeing Jared. My heart still bunny-hops when I visualize his face but I can't figure out how the hell I'm going to face him with this new information. Will I slap his face or fall into his arms and beg him to love me for me?
