Chuckling, Bolt digs his fingers into the sides of my neck and bends me closer to my toes. “I don't have regrets,” he says as he runs the tips of his fingers very lightly across my ass.
“You will if you don't fuck me. I'm not going to wait much longer.”
“Oh yeah, and what are you going to do? Force me inside you?”
“No, I'll just get myself off.” Side to side, my hips sway. Every time I pass over his cock, I feel it jerk. “And if you're lucky, I'll let you watch.”
“Let me watch—” His voice goes lower as he sets a hand on the small of my back and presses my spine so my ass perches higher. “I don't know if you noticed, but I'm in control of this right now.”
“Is that what you think?” I ask, eyeing him over my shoulder.
Bolt arches a brow as he smiles with razor thin lips. Staying quiet, he blinks slowly, then lifts his hand to the button and pushes it. The elevator jumps and my eyes pop open.
Throwing out my hand, I slam the stop button again. “Either fuck me, or don't, but any more of this and I'm going to lose my mind.”
“Who's in control right now?” He flashes a grin as he slides his hand dangerously slow up my back. “I want to hear you say it.”
“You are.” My eyes close as his fingers reach my nape and he massages the base of my skull.
“Good girl.” Metal teeth chime around me as he tangles his fingers in my hair and uses his other hand to pull his zipper free. “Now tell me how you want it.”
“Deep, fuck me deep.”
His hands find my hips, lifting me up onto my toes. The tip of his cock is at my entrance, so I lean back into it. He's hard as stone, his crown swollen and hot. Slipping inside my pussy with ease, Bolt groans as he pushes forward until our skin is touching.
Holding me tightly, his fingertips secure me in place as he starts to move. He starts off slow, pulling back out until the ridge of his crown threatens to break free, then slides back in.
Pistoning his hips, Bolt picks up the pace, moving faster and deeper. I can feel him hitting my lower belly as his balls slap against my ass. My body starts to rock with him, meeting his thrust with a thrust of my own.
Bending myself in half, I spread my legs wider and hold myself steady by setting my fingers on the floor. My moans are growing louder, my muscles are getting tense and starting to buzz.
Bolt spreads my ass, taking a finger and circling my asshole. I can't stop the moan that spills out from the back of my throat. His touch sends a rush of tingles up my body, the feeling moves like fire, fanning out in every direction.
“You like that,” he says, pushing his finger in a hair and then taking it out. “Does it feel good when I play with your ass?” His finger is in again, only this time he pushes it up to his first knuckle.
“Mm,” I coo, squeezing my ass around his finger and my pussy around his cock.
There are no more words between us. Because we don't need any.
Our bodies are in sync, moving to a rhythm they created on their own. I can feel his pulse through his fingertips as his grip tightens. I can feel his breath on my skin as he leans over me. And I can feel my heart as it swells inside my chest.
Letting out a throaty scream, my eyes snap shut, and fireworks explode behind my eyes. The colors are bright, pink and yellow, blue and green, all of them firing off one after the other.
My body goes limp, muscles relaxing as the orgasm settles in my stomach. Every inch of my skin is buzzing and tingling, and I feel like I'm floating.
Bolt falls forward, laying his head on my back as he breathes weighted breaths. “Holy shit, it's hot as hell in here.” Pushing back up, he takes a step back and uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
Standing up straight, I stretch my back. “It is hot.”
“And it stinks like sex,” he says with a smile. Tapping the button, he sets us in motion again. “Let's go relax and enjoy the quiet, I have a feeling we're in for a long weekend with my parents.”
Nodding, I pull my jogging pants back up, adjusting the string and tightening it. “By the looks on their faces, I'd say you're right. And I don't even know them.”
Bolt laughs as he fixes his pants and shirt. “Yeah, they're not good at hiding how they feel. They never have been.”
The elevator stops and the doors open. Bolt fans his arm out, letting me off first.
As we walk to our room, he takes my hand in his and holds it tight.
The worry I felt about his parents vanishes, the concern I felt about how he was acting toward me disappears, all of it turns to dust and blows away.
Because the way his hand feels around mine tells me everything I need to know.
Bolt likes me, and that’s all I really want anyway.
12
Bolt
Ping
Reaching over, I grab my phone off the nightstand and see a text from my dad.
It's too fucking early for this.
“Who is it?” Starla asks as she slips her arm across my chest. Her fingers are tickling my skin, tracing my ribs as she peers up at me.
Those fucking eyes, they do things to me I can't explain. They crush my insides, they starve my lungs, they torture me in ways I'd beg for over and over again.
Sweeping her fingertips back and forth, goosebumps jet up on the surface, cascading down my side. I shiver on reflex, and she smiles up at me, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth. She looks so fucking sexy, all I want to do is grab her and flip her onto my lap so she can ride my cock.
Setting my phone back down, I softly run my fingers up and down the outside of her arm. “My father, he wants help with a few of the things for tonight.”
“All right, I can be ready in a few minutes.” She starts getting up, but I stop her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“No, it's all right, I'll go help him. You take the morning and relax. Go hang by the pool, have a drink, enjoy the sun. This place is beautiful, you don't need to spend your day cooped up in a banquet hall.”
What I don't tell her is that my father requested I come alone. I could feel it in my chest when I read the words; his disapproval of Starla, his refusal to bless our marriage, his demand to end it before anyone else finds out.
This is what I want. . . Was—what I wanted.
“Are you sure? I don't mind coming to help.” Bending her foot against the inside of her thigh, she scratches her fingers through her hair. “I'm pretty good at decorating you know.” Winking, she wriggles her head side to side.
“I'm sure you are,” I say with a chuckle, “but, I'd rather you enjoy yourself. Besides, he probably wants to talk about the business. It'll be boring. He likes to go on and on about the other companies we sell to and their owners. Go have fun, you're in Hawaii.”
“All right,” she says slightly disappointed. Stretching her arms high above her head, she speaks through her yawn. “Will you join me when you're done?” Climbing out of the bed, she starts to dig in her suitcase. Pulling out a tiny bikini, she lays it on the bed.
“Absolutely,” I say with a smile. “I don't want to miss you wearing practically nothing.”
Starla's standing at the edge of the bed wearing my t-shirt. It hangs loosely off her body, resting at her knees. Her nipples are hard, poking against the sheer fabric. This girl is going to fucking destroy me. She's indulgence at its finest. She's candy at its sweetest. She's my weakness and I fucking love it.
My eyes lick her body and she notices. Biting her bottom lip, she teases the hem of the shirt, lifting it up slowly.
“What?” she asks, pulling the shirt almost high enough to expose her pussy. Only she doesn't, she lets it flutter against the diamond between her thighs, tempting my patience. “You like what you see?”
Resting my head on my arm, I grip my hard-on under the blanket. “I don't know, you tell me. Do you think I like what I see?”
Starla grins as her eyes zero in on my cock. “I'd say that's a yes.” Her fingers run across her
tits, circling her nipples and her thighs start to rub back and forth. Crawling back into the bed, she sits on her knees, tucking the shirt between her legs.
“I like seeing you in my shirt.” Lifting my finger to her leg, I draw circles over her knee. “But I think I'd like it better on the floor.”
Ping
My phone goes off again, but I ignore it. Whatever it is can wait. I'm in no rush.
Moving my hand up her leg, I inch closer to her hot center. I can feel the heat off her pussy as she tempts me to touch her. Starla's peering at me, gripping the end of the shirt as her thighs spread wider.
Ping
Her eyes dart to the phone at my side. “You think you should check it?”
“Nope,” I say, not taking my eyes off of her. “I don't care who it is, or what they want. There's something more important right in front of me.”
Crawling across the mattress, she climbs onto my lap. “Is that right?” Nodding, I curl my hands around her ass and hold her tight. “I like this,” she says, her gaze holding me hostage, pressing down on my body.
“Like what?”
“I like having you where you are right now.”
“What, underneath you?”
“No...” Her smile thickens and her eyes flicker with a dangerous flame. “Vulnerable. I'm in control right now,” she says, leaning forward and whispering the words into my ear. “Of everything.”
“Is that what you think? You think I'm vulnerable like this?” Gripping her hips, I push her down so she can feel my dick. I'm swollen, ready to slam inside her and ease the pain. “Because I could easily take over right now if I wanted to. Maybe I'm just letting you think you're in control.”
Ping
We both glance at the nightstand. Growling, I start to reach for the phone. Starla grabs my hand and puts it on her chest. “You don't care—remember?” Using her hand, she makes me squeeze her tit hard.
Grinding down, her pussy rubs my cock as she rolls her hips. My dick is throbbing, aching to be inside her. I think my phone goes off again, but I can't focus on anything else but her. And I don't want to.
She's the only thing that deserves my attention right now. Nothing and no one else are important.
“I'm having trouble remembering anything right now. Maybe you should show me why I haven't gotten up yet.”
“Oh, you're up, I can tell you that.” Smiling wide, she peels her shirt over her head, and throws it to the floor. “Better?”
“Fuck yeah that's better.”
Starla is naked, straddling my waist. Her nipples are perked, her skin is soft and smooth. Her mound is freshly shaven, with a thin strip of hair running up above her slit. Shifting my hips, I can feel her heat on my lower stomach.
Slipping my hand up her stomach, I touch her throat, and follow it to her chin. Cupping her face with my hand, I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like being in charge like this?” I ask, pulling her down and placing a kiss lightly on her lips. “Is this what you want?”
“I don't like it, I love it.” Moving her hips, her smile grows. “I love feeling your cock against my pussy, I love the way you're looking up at my body right now, I love knowing that I can slip your cock inside me and control how hard we fuck.”
Growling, I fist her hair and grip it at the roots. “Then fuck me already. What are you waiting for?”
“Uh, uh,” she says, tsking me under her breath. “You might run an entire business, but right here, right now, I'm in charge.”
Her hips start to rock faster, making my cock throb harder. Watching her body as she moves, seeing her tits thrust out as her back arches, and feeling her juice as it seeps through the sheet, I don't know how much longer I can take this torture.
I'm ready to rip off the barrier between us and slam her hips down on my cock. She's driving me fucking crazy and I'm about to lose my mind.
There's a thread of sanity I'm clinging to. Everything around me is gone, I don't hear the sounds of the ocean, I don't hear the sounds of birds, I don't even hear my own breathing. All I can hear is my heartbeat as my pulse kicks, forcing all the blood down to my shaft.
Lowering herself, she dances her tits across my face, running her nipples over my lips. Sticking my tongue out, I attempt to lick her small buds, but she pulls away quickly, with a devilish grin on her face.
“Do you want me?” she asks, squeezing her tits with her hands and thumbing her nipples.
“Yes, I fucking want you.”
“How bad do you want me?” Her hand moves down her stomach to her mound, and she spreads her lips wide. Flicking her clit, she groans as she touches herself.
“Do I have to answer that? Because I think my cock is screaming it pretty loudly.”
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me to fuck you.” Starla's pussy slips up and down over my hidden shaft, sheathed behind fibers. “Say it.”
“Fuck me,” I groan as my dick pulses and my stomach clenches. “Fuck me before I end this game and take you how I want you.”
“That's not how this game works.” With a sultry glare, she bats her lashes and licks her lips. Sticking her hand deeper between her legs, she starts to finger herself. “You want to feel this? I'm so wet, fuck I'm so wet right now.”
A raspy groan escapes my mouth as I push my hips up hard. “Yes, stop fucking teasing me.” My voice is rough, demanding, teetering on the edge of a crazed lunatic.
If she doesn’t stop playing with me, I can’t promise that my head will stay on straight and I'll be able to keep myself under control. My dick is taking over, feeding my brain with directions and commands.
Take her.
Fuck her.
Make her yours.
She has about three seconds left before I go completely feral and turn from man into beast. I won’t be able to stop anything at that point. She'll be at my mercy.
Starla pulls the sheet down and my cock pops free, bouncing straight up toward her face. Spreading her lips, she pushes my dick into her slit. Using her fingers, she rubs her arousal all over the tip and down my shaft. Lifting onto her knees, she guides my head to her entrance and slowly lowers herself.
My cock disappears inside her body as her pussy takes it inch by inch. And I watch as her pussy devours every last bit of my length. Starla sits still for a moment, giving her body time to adjust to my size.
“Mm,” she groans, closing her eyes and dropping her head back.
Smiling, I jerk my hips to match the sway of her body. Goosebumps explode across her skin as she lifts and lowers, giving me exactly what I want. Exactly what I need.
I want to see her lose herself.
I need to see her crumple up as she dangles on the edge.
I need to see her fall prey to what I already know…
We were meant to find each other.
There’s something different about Starla, and I was trying like hell to pretend that I didn't feel it. And as she rides my cock, bouncing up and down, moaning like I’m a God, like I had just breathed life into her lungs, I know…
Starla has taken a piece of my soul.
She controls my everything.
And I want her forever.
* * *
“Where the hell have you been?” My father is standing in the doorway, one eyebrow cocked high. “I messaged you over and hour ago.” His eyes flick to the watch on his wrist, as if to emphasize how many minutes of his time were wasted waiting for me.
“Yeah, and I'm here now.” Holding out my arms, I stop a few feet away. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
Turning on his heels, he strolls down the hall, his face forward, chin lifted high. “What did you tell her?”
The way he refuses to say her name pierces my gut, making me angry instantly. There's a darkness in his tone I already knew he'd have, but it still burns.
“Her?”
“You know, your wife,” he says, his voice peppered with revulsion. “I'm assuming she's wondering why she couldn't come with you?”<
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“Does it matter?”
“I suppose not.” His stride is slow, his feet sweeping across the smooth marble tiles, heels clicking softly, causing a light echo around us. “So, she's from Crest Village?”
“That's right.”
“And did you know her father's in prison?”
“Called in a few favors, huh? Had someone check her out?”
“Why wouldn't I, Bolt? You do realize this marriage affects more than just you?”
“Right. . .” Pausing, I shake my head. “Because my life is somehow your life too.”
“Prison.” Shaking his head, he grunts, his disapproval coming out as an eye roll and a frown. “What do you see in her? What could she possibly have that the other girls you dated in the past didn't?”
Here we go. The interrogation.
Taking a deep breath, I glance out the window and stare out into the ocean. “I shouldn't have to explain myself to you. Isn't this what you wanted? A wife for me, the possibility of grandchildren for you. This is your dream.” I let the last few words dangle happily on the edge of my tongue, teasing him with a tone that's sarcastic and over the top.
“You're right, this is what I wanted, except there's one problem…” Stopping, he turns to face me and presses his toes to mine. “We're Sheckler's, Bolt, we don't mingle with the lower class. I don't like this, and I don't like her. Girls like her, all they're looking for is easy access to your bank account.”
“Starla—her name is Starla, and she's not after money.”
Chuckling, he grins at me like he used to when I was a child and he was proving a point. “You have no idea what she wants. You've known her for a few months, that's not enough time to know shit, Bolt.” Wagging his finger in my face, he thins his lips. “But, I do know girls like her, girls who come from nothing are only after a rich boy's money. These relationships don't end well. Your mother is upset. She's so angry that you did this to us.”
“Us?” Laughing out loud, I rub my jaw and look into his eyes. “I didn't do anything to you. You don't know anything about Starla. She's not like those girls you're talking about. She doesn't care about money. She doesn't give a shit about what I have. She isn't looking to sneak in and steal our millions. Not Starla, that's not who she is.”
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