by CY Jones
“You’re in a good mood. I take it the night is going well,” Tyson says to his father.
“Yes, so far the firm has obtained a couple high profile clients. People are impressed with what they have heard about us so far.”
“That’s always good to hear,” Tyson smiles as he finishes up small talk with his father. While they converse, I take in everything from the stunning crystal chandeliers, the polished marble floors, and all the jewels these people are wearing. If someone were to rob this event, they would make off with a fortune. Everything here screams richer than God. I was almost happy the cover up I was wearing hid my tattoos well. At least for one night, I wasn’t being singled out, and I looked like I belonged, even if I was pretending.
When they're done speaking, Garfield/Lawrence introduces us to people, each dying to know our story and how we met. Many were surprised to hear I work at the firm as a secretary, but as I looked around, I could see why. Even though everyone was invited, only the higher ups, those on top of the food chain like Garfield and his son, showed up. Even nosey Nancy wasn’t here, which I was happy about. What did displease me though, right within seeing distance, was Grayson and Nichole, and as soon as the couple we were talking to walked away, they both made their way over.
“Jade, don’t you look beautiful,” Nichole says and I thank her, complimenting her back. From a distance, she looked stunning in the electric blue floor length dress she was wearing, but close up, I could tell something was wrong. Don’t get me wrong, everything was shiny and put together with not even a hair was out of place, it was just something was off. Nichole was always thin, but she may have lost even more weight, she was paler, and her big blue eyes weren’t as bright.
Never that good at biting my tongue, I ask, “Have you been well?” Both Tyson and Grayson give me a 'why would you ask that' kind of look, but I couldn’t help thinking something was wrong with her.
“I’ve been great, just battling this flu going around,” she replies.
“Still,” I start, and Tyson tugs on my arm and I stop myself. “I’m sorry. Stuff like this makes me nervous,” I reply, covering up my faux pas.
“Oh, have you been to a ball before?" Nichole asks.
“No, but anywhere a bunch of rich people congregate makes me nervous.”
“You might want to get used to that since your boyfriend is well off,” Grayson the grouch grunts out like the ogre he is.
“You know, Gray, I believe I liked it better when you didn’t talk to me.” I’m not kidding. That’s the absolute truth. I think I like his dick more than his mouth, unless it’s on my body doing wicked things.
“I heard you had a doctor's appointment,” Nichole butts in, stopping whatever nasty reply McHottie was about to spew and I try to focus on her. I didn’t want my focus to be on him. Even though he’s an ass, he looked hot as fuck in his fitted gray suit. He was yumminess on a stick and he knew it.
“It went well. I’m surprised you weren’t there,” I answer.
“Sorry, I had another commitment.”
“A commitment more important than your child?” I ask, not believing her. If anything, she was avoiding me. I hope they’re not changing their mind about the baby just because I’m with Tyson. We have a deal for fuck's sakes and I’m no where near ready to be a mom.
“It was very important, and I’m sorry I missed it. I’ll make sure to make the next one,” she replies. “Come, Grayson, we should let the happy couple finish making their rounds.” With that, they walk away and Tyson pulls me close to his side.
“Don’t let them get to you, jewel.”
“I’m not. I just hope they're not backing out because I’m with you.”
“I doubt that’s it. They’re still probably trying to get over not being in control anymore.”
“I thought they were fine with it. They did sign the revisions you drew up after all,” I say frustrated.
“They did, but it doesn’t mean they were happy about it, or have even come to terms with everything.” After I showed Tyson the contract I signed, he looked over it thoroughly and made a couple corrections. He kicked out the no dating clause for obvious reasons, adding I had to be upfront with the interested party about me being a surrogate, which isn’t a problem since Tyson is the only one I’m currently dating and he already knows. The townhouse was still available, I just didn’t have to stay there. I think of it as a cooldown place if Tyson and I ever get into a fight. In the far back of my mind, it’s a place to go to if he ever kicks me out. Friday dinners were also taken out, which Nichole argued adamantly about keeping, so we changed it to one dinner once a month when our schedules allowed. We kept my monthly stipend as well as my gym obligations. Everything with Rob is crazy right now and I need to find time and have a serious conversation with him.
“It’ll get better, jewel, just give them time to get over themselves.” I nod, agreeing with him and he leads me out to the dance floor. Holding me close to his body, we sway to the music like we don’t have a care in the world.
Hours fly by as we dance and hold conversations with other couples much nicer than McHottie and Nichole. Even when Tyson gets absorbed in his work talk, I thank Garfield for his sessions and I’m able to follow along without getting too lost. When he gets into a heated debate with a member from a rival firm, I excuse myself and go to the ladies’ room. Pregnancy and having to pee go hand in hand. I’m surprised I lasted this long. While I’m washing my hands, I hear someone retching their guts out. At first, I think it’s someone who had too much champagne, but when the toilet flushes and Nichole steps out of the stall my eyes widen.
“Are you okay?” I ask when our eyes meet.
“Yes, I may have eaten something that didn’t agree with me. I’m fine now,” she says, waving my concern off.
“Are you sure?” I knew earlier she looked unwell. Maybe her and Grayson should have stayed home, or if he had to come to this event, he should have come by himself.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Jade.” Her voice is sharp and I take a step back from the venomous tone laced in her words. She doesn’t apologize, instead she washes and dries her hands like I’m not even there. Pissed, I leave in search for Grayson. I didn’t have to look far, and I pulled him into a secluded corner.
“Jade, what the hell?” he starts to say, but the look on my face has him shutting up.
Placing my hands on my hips, I let him have it. “If you knew Nichole was sick, why would you bring her here?”
“What are you going on about? Nichole is fine. You know, you’re acting real petty since you've got your rich boy toy wrapped around your finger. In events like these, you represent him. That pussy of yours must be pure gold for him to let you walk around talking to people any way you want.”
I ignore his crude comment. I mean he should know if it is or isn’t. He has fucked me after all. “If she isn’t sick, then explain to me why she was just in the ladies’ room puking her guts out.” He frowns at me before snapping his head looking for Nichole. When he sees her across the room, he strides right to her and pulls her away.
“Are you going to tell me what that was all about?” Tyson asks, coming to my side.
“I found Nichole puking her guts out in the ladies’ room. I told Grayson he needs to worry more about his wife than some stupid work function. He may have also been a total douche canoe; you know the standard Grayson.”
“Come, jewel, let me help keep you out of trouble,” Tyson says, chuckling.
For the rest of the night, he does just that, never letting me out of his sight. When I see Grayson again, I’m happy to see he’s alone and has sent Nichole home. That’s good, I just wish he went with her. If she’s still sick with the flu, maybe they should think about taking her to see a doctor.
“Are you ready to go?” Tyson asks after a while, which is music to my ears. I was more than ready. My feet were begging for me to sit down and never think about walking again. He laughs at my more than enthusiastic nod
and then we turn to find his father to let him know we were leaving. Garfield walks us out to the front and when the car pulls up, he gives me a fatherly kiss on the cheek goodbye.
Once the Bentley pulls off, I rest my head on Tyson’s shoulder all the way home. Just like earlier, the ride is quiet with neither of us having to speak. I’m no longer nervous. Instead, my thoughts are trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with Nichole. I couldn’t stop feeling like I’m missing something big. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen her much and I was actually missing our girl time. I mean, people get sick all the time. Why am I making such a big deal out of it? She has Grayson and even though he’s an asshole to me, he’s really good at taking care of her. Besides, I have my own tall drink of hotness I'd like to get to know. Grayson may have assumed I’m fucking Tyson, but he couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve only sampled him, I have yet to get to the main course. Something I hope to remedy tonight.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Tyson says and I laugh at the childhood saying.
“I think you can do better than a penny?” I tease.
He pretends to think about it before saying, “I don’t know. My girlfriend hates me spending money on her.”
“True, but this time is different. You’re buying my thoughts, not some tiny trinket.”
“Okay, a hundred bucks then.”
“Higher, my thoughts are worth it.”
“A thousand,” he raises.
In answer, I climb on his lap and move my lips close to his. “Deal, but instead of telling you my thoughts, I want to show you them." Not waiting for an answer, I close in the distance between us and kiss him deeply. He’s caught off guard for just a second before he follows along and we’re both swallowing up each other’s moans. His lips work magic and I can’t wait to see what the rest of him can do. When we get to the house, he gathers me in his arms and practically sprints us inside like he’s running for the gold.
Safely sequestered inside his bedroom, he lays me gently on his bed, staring down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. “You know we don’t have to do this now. I can wait.”
“I can’t,” I tell him truthfully and he growls.
Like a wolf stalking its prey, he crawls slowly on the bed until he’s right in front of me. Slowly, he runs his hands up my legs and I shiver from the brief touch. “Lay back,” he commands and, of course, I do as he says. I can feel him moving my panties down my legs so torturously slow and I wonder where in the hell he learned such restraint. I wanted him to dive into me, satisfying us both, but instead of sprinting like the rabbit, he’s taking it nice and slow like the damn turtle.
Once my panties are gone, the tip of his tongue licks slowly down my slit and I moan, wanting more. Taking that as a good sign, he goes for another taste before he starts to feast on me like I’m the greatest meal he’s ever tasted. I’m lost in his touch as his expert fingers join his tongue and soon, I’m screaming his name over and over again. When my hips buck, he holds me down and I curse as salty tears stream down my cheeks. When I cum, it’s like an explosion goes off inside me and I literally see stars.
“Holy fuck,” I get out, breathing hard.
“Oh. I’m not done yet,” he replies, pulling me back to his face and does the same thing over, just ten times more intense. By my second orgasm, my legs are limp noodles and he sits up with an overly smug look on his face. A well-deserved look.
I watch him, entranced as he removes his clothes. He had me fully under his spell; his magic tongue sparking the flame inside me. Once he’s completely naked, I run my hands over his chest, committing each dip and plane to memory. His skin is so soft yet hard at the same time. When I move my hands to his neck, I pull his face to mine and kiss him deeply, tasting myself. Our lips battle it out, our tongues a fury of movement. As I kiss him, his hands wander my body in his own exploration. Reaching behind me, he pulls my zipper down and I help him pull my dress down to my waist, freeing my breasts. With a grin, he pulls away from my mouth and he replaces my lips with my nipple. I moan, growing wetter as he licks and sucks me, content on driving me crazy. At this point, with what he’s doing to my body, I don’t mind going a little mad. While one of his hands plays with the tit he wasn’t currently sucking on, he uses the other to work a tantalizing rhythm, sending me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Tyson, I need you,” I groan, arching my back, holding my head back.
“What do you need, jewel?”
“I need you, in me, now!” I growl, sounding desperate as hell, but I’m tired of waiting.
Having pity on me, he pulls my dress all the way off and then lifts me onto his hard cock. I’m so slick from him getting me more than ready, I slide down him, all the way to the balls. A week after I moved in, we went to the doctor where he got tested. Just like me, he’s disease free. Something important to know if you’re fucking bareback. We have no need to prevent pregnancy as I’m already pregnant, so we agreed if we do get to the point of fucking, he wouldn’t use a condom as long as he stays exclusive to only me.
“God, Jade, you feel like a dream,” he replies, tilting his hips. I ride him, moving my body like a porn star and he takes everything I give him. When his restraint snaps, I cry out when he starts pounding into me. Sweat forms on his forehead and I move closer, taking his lips with mine and losing myself in his kiss. Our combined moans are loud, echoing around the room and soon, I’m singing his praises. He feels so damn good, like he was made for me and it doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge. I cum hard, screaming, and he pulls out then flips us so I’m on all fours and he’s right behind me. Entering me in one hard thrust, he fists my hair in a tight grip and starts to go to town, dominating my pussy. Before, he was pounding into me to claim me. Now, he was really showing me what he could do, hitting my special spot over and over again, like he was using it for target practice.
“Hearing you scream my name is like ambrosia. I get harder and harder each time you say it and the noises that come out your mouth, fuck, it makes me want to fuck you all night, just so I can keep hearing them.” At his words, I moan and he pulls my hair tighter. The pain combined with the pleasure of his dick is just enough to send me back over and I almost black out from the intensity of my orgasm. Which is just what he was aiming for because I cum, screaming his name for all the neighbors to hear and after a couple more thrusts, he shoots his seed deep inside me with my name on his lips. We both collapse on the bed and I fall asleep with him still seated inside me.
Throughout the night, Tyson wakes me with repeat performances. I know for sure the next morning I’ll be walking funny, but it was totally worth it. Tyson is good with his dick and knows exactly how to use it.
19
Jade
The next morning, I wake Tyson in the most delightful way. With my lips wrapped around his morning wood, going to town on his dick. He moans, moving his hips in his sleep until he figures out this isn’t a dream and cracks his beautiful eyes open and watches me with such intensity, I can’t help putting on a show. When I take him all the way until he’s seated deep down my throat, he curses before fisting my hair and moving my head to his own rhythm. I let him for a second before taking back over. I’m the one driving the bus this time, and I want to take him on a trip to Crazyland like he did me when he was feasting on me last night. Turnabout is fair play, after all.
“Shit, jewel, I’m about to cum,” he warns and I pull myself closer instead of moving away. With a growl, he explodes in my mouth, and I gobble him up. Sitting up, I make a show of licking my lips and his pupils almost burst.
“Damn, jewel, that’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
“Glad you approve," I tell him, laying back beside him.
“I say I more than approve. I’m tempted to make you give me blowjobs as a requirement.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m doing that every morning.”
“What if I agree to do the same for you?” Before I can answer, he’s al
ready moving down my body and between my legs.
“Damn, you fight dirty,” I groan as his magic tongue takes me back under.
We spend all morning learning each other's bodies. Thank God it was the weekend and neither of us had to be at work or I’d be calling in sick. My pussy is raw and I need a nice long soak. The duck walk of shame is not cute, and I’m not far enough to be waddling.
While I’m in the tub soaking, Tyson was in his study, getting his shit ready for Monday. People say his father pretty much handed him his future on a platter, but Tyson works hard for everything he has. Yeah, his father helped push him along, but it was Tyson’s hard work that got him where he is now.
When I step out of my bath, I put on the super soft, fluffy robe Tyson bought me and wrap my wet hair in a towel. Barefoot, I walk to his study and sit in the chair across from him.
“Did you have a nice bath?” he asks.
“It could have been better. You could have joined me,” I tease.
When he looks up from the document he is reading, his eyes twinkle with mischief. “You’re insatiable. Looks like my dick made a monster of you.”
“Cocky don’t you think?”
“Yes, I have a big one of those too.” If I had anything to throw at him, I would. Lucky for him, everything was out of arm's reach, so instead, I roll my eyes and pretend to inspect my nails.
“What case are you working on?” I ask, curious.
“A divorce case. My client, a rich socialite, pulled a Britney Spears and married some dude she met in Vegas. She waited past the time to get an annulment, so now she’s going through a messy divorce. It’s clear the guy only cares about her money.”
“That sucks. Why did she wait so long? An annulment would have been easier.”
“I guess maybe she wanted to make it work, or she was so caught up in her life, time got away from her. It’s not my job to figure of the whys, just the hows of fixing this problem with less damage.”
