Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series

by Ainsley St Claire

  I rise on my knees and straddle her. My cock is sticking out straight, long and stiff. I sit gently on Mia’s thighs, and my cock settles along the crack in her oiled ass. There is simply no other place it could go. Mia gasps.

  I press on her lower back, on either side of her spine. Slowly, I lean forward and let my hands slide up all the way to her shoulders, pressing her into the bed. This causes my cock to slide along her ass, pulling the skin back, and it throbs with pleasure. Up and back, I stroke with my hands and with my cock. Mia moans her approval. Her eyes are closed now, and she seems lost to the sensations.

  I gently separate her legs and kneel between her thighs. I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, over her hamstrings, and across her butt, gripping each cheek with both hands, stroking from the bottom crease upward and around the sides to her waist. It has the effect of spreading her cheeks, and I can see all of her—her ass like a pink flower and her glistening pussy. Mia opens up like a ripe fig, ready to be devoured. She lets out a deep moan.

  “Time to turn over.”

  She turns to her back, her eyes still closed, while my eyes roam her gorgeous body—her full breasts with their upturned nipples, the delicate curve of her ribcage, and the downy skin of her flat tummy. No body piercings, just a single red heart tattoo on her hip.

  Again, I drizzle the oil, this time across her breasts and stomach. I caress her torso, avoiding her breasts at first. Her body moves, clearly aching for me to touch and play with them. I enjoy watching her anticipation build. Finally, I slide my hands over her breasts, letting the nipples slide between my fingers. These are the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen or touched in my life.

  After a thorough massage of her breasts, and some tweaking of her nipples, I work my way down to her tummy and pelvis. I work carefully around her bare pussy and massage the tops of her thighs. Then I lift and separate her legs, revealing her ripe, wet center.

  “I’m going to massage your pussy now. Is that okay?”

  “Yes,” Mia breathes, biting her lip.

  “Just relax and enjoy it.”

  Mia smiles.

  I lift her leg and work her calf. Her knee falls open, and her slit glistens. It takes all my willpower to continue my ministrations. I work my way up her thighs, running my hands from just above the knees, along her thighs to the crease at the top of her legs. My fingers are spread wide, my thumbs running up her inner thighs and meeting at her center.

  She rocks her hips, inviting me to go farther.

  I began to run my fingers along her wet slit, teasing her, building the anticipation. My finger slides into her folds, slowly penetrating her. Her moans intensify. I circle her sensitive nub, giving it a thorough rubbing before going back and probing her tight channel. The look on her face is bliss.

  Leaning down, I run my tongue along the inside of her thighs, up to the sweet cauldron of juices that is her sex, lightly flicking her slit with my tongue. Mia moans, squirming involuntarily.

  I work her sex like I have a painter’s brush, first tickling, then with broad, flat licks that I hope send electricity through her body. Her breathing is becoming erratic, and I know her pleasure is increasing, but I don’t stop.

  Mia’s moans become louder. She rocks her hips, and her fingers lace through my hair. This encourages me to sink my tongue deep into her and let it slide over her clit. I repeat that circuit until her body starts shaking.

  It doesn’t take long before I push her over the top and her orgasm sweeps over her. Her body bucks, and I can feel her pussy contracting on my tongue.

  I continue to stimulate her until her moans subside, letting her ride the wave all the way to the beach.

  After a moment, Mia raises herself up on her knees and leans in to kiss me. Her gorgeous breasts, with her nipples like thimbles now, brush against my chest. I close my eyes and feel her bee-stung lips caress my own.

  She scatters light kisses across my chest and abs, then on the tuft of pubic hair above my cock, and finally on my cock itself.

  Mia reaches for massage oil, suspending her full breasts above my face and sliding a nipple across my lips.

  “Oh, excuse me, sir,” she says coyly.

  I kiss the nipple and wrap my lips around it hungrily.

  “Oh dear,” gasps Mia. “Do you like that?”

  I’m sucking now, pressing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My cock remains alert, hard, and ready.

  Mia’s eyes widen as her oiled hands stroke over me. “Oh my!” she says. She repositions herself to kiss and lick my shaft, running her tongue along its entire length.

  I’m mesmerized as our eyes lock, and she opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the bulbous head.

  Her mouth is hot, warm, and wet—and damn, it feels good.

  I let out a moan.

  Mia slides her lips over the head and shaft, as if I were entering the most luscious sex in the world. After a few bobs, she releases me with a pop.

  Before I can catch my breath, she takes me back into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the head—just how I like it, and it makes me squirm with pleasure. But I want more.

  “I think we’d better move on to the main event,” I growl. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

  “How do you want to do it?” she practically purrs.

  I twirl my finger to show her I want her on her back. I need to slow down, or I’m going to lose it.

  Mia lies on her back with her pelvis raised and her legs spread. Her pussy is dripping wet. She sits up and reaches for one of the condoms. Opening the package with her teeth, she takes it out and rolls it on. Then she lies back again, her legs wide and ready for me to take her.

  “You look so good,” I rasp. “I need one last taste.”

  I kiss my way up the inside of her creamy thighs. When my mouth reaches its destination, I give her entire pussy a lick with my tongue wide and flat.

  She shudders with pleasure.

  “Axel, now, please,” she begs.

  With my cock in my hand, I rub the head along her wet slit. She squirms with desire.

  “That’s it. Oh yeah,” she moans as I press the tip of my cock into her folds.

  I can’t believe how hot and wet her pussy is.

  When the head pops inside her, she gasps. “I swear you’re bigger tonight.”

  Steadily, millimeter by millimeter, I enter her. By the time I’m halfway in, she’s squirming and moaning with pleasure.

  “Stop teasing and give it to me.”

  “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you…” I chortle. Taking an ankle in each hand, I lift them to my shoulders and press my pelvis into her, bottoming out. “Oh damn, you’re so tight.”

  I pull out slightly and again thrust all the way in. Her eyes are hooded with desire as I reach down and start rubbing her clit as I pivot in and out, slowly picking up speed.

  “Ahhhhh!” she cries. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  Mia is writhing now, her approaching orgasm causing her to body quiver. She reaches up and tweaks her nipples.

  “I’m gonna come!” I moan. “I’m gonna fill you!”

  Mia climaxes, and the muscles in her body hold me so tightly as she shakes and trembles, grunting and groaning.

  She’s reaches her pinnacle so sexily, so completely, that it sends me right over the edge as well—the energy of my orgasm building like a freight train. I thrust into her, and then again, embracing her long legs and lifting her lower body off the bed.

  Finally, with one last thrust, I explode. Ropes of my seed fill the condom.

  My orgasm seems to last forever. I keep coming and coming.

  When I finally finish, I’m still hard, but I don’t have any energy to keep going.

  Mia reaches for me, and we kiss. “All I can say is wow.” She smiles.

  I lie back and stare at the ceiling. I must have a silly grin on my face because Mia’s right—that was wow.

  Chapter 11

  Mia

 
; A smile creeps across my face—randomly, in my kitchen. Last night was amazing. I made us breakfast this morning, and then Axel had a baseball game to attend. I wouldn’t have minded going myself, but he was going as an agent, so he’ll be working not just enjoying the game.

  I considered calling Nate to see if he was going, but I decided I need to concentrate on preparing for my meeting with Marci tomorrow morning. We’re going over my testimony before I meet with the US Attorney.

  That’s not particularly fun, though, so my mind keeps wandering—hence the random smiles. I’m trying not to get too excited about Axel. I’m almost positive he hasn’t put together my financial situation. I thought we were going to go there when we talked about me playing poker with Nate while we were in San Diego, but we didn’t. And if Axel has figured it out since then, he hasn’t brought it up.

  Maybe he has sorted it all out, and he just doesn’t care. Uggghhh. That doesn’t seem likely. In my experience, financial disclosure takes the relationship from fun and flirty to somewhere else entirely. I hope Axel is different—a guy who appreciates me for me, isn’t intimidated by my earnings, and doesn’t expect that I’ll always pay for everything. I don’t mind paying, of course, but I hate when it’s expected.

  Would it be better just to get it out there so I can stop worrying? But what if Axel already knows and then I sound like an idiot because I brought it up?

  Needing a change of pace, I pull out my laptop and settle in to go through all my email. I’ve got a full inbox for both Flirt and Diamond Analytics at this point. Several messages in, I can see that I’m not crazy about something Victor is doing at Diamond in my absence. I’m trying to sort my way through it when my cell phone pings, notifying me of a text. I forward the email that concerns me to Mason, and while I’m adding a few comments, my phone begins a series of rapid pings.

  Claire: I need my posse. Who has time to meet me at the Tiger Den?

  Emerson: So sorry. We’re up in Napa visiting Bellissima. Have a drink for me!

  Elena: It’s better than sitting here in my office on a Sunday afternoon. Count me in.

  Ryder: Sure. Why not?

  Toni: I’m ready to walk out the door now, if you need me. I could use a tall and stiff one—with my drink, of course.

  Claire: You read my mind, Toni.

  Caroline: I’m at the baseball game, looking for Mia to find out about her date. But I can’t find her.

  Claire: We need the deets.

  Ryder: Claire, how old are you to call it deets?

  Once I’m caught up, I’m ready to chime in.

  Me: Sorry, ladies. I’m not at the game. I’m working and sending emails on a Sunday. Had to finish my thought, but I can leave now for the Tiger Den.

  Claire: I’m walking in now. Toni and I’ll be waiting for you.

  Toni: I’m saving our spot now.

  Caroline: I can escape. I’ll leave Mason and Nate to talk. Be there as soon as I can get a ride.

  I’ll circle back to emails and Marci prep later. I let Peter know I’ll need a ride to the Tiger Den, and he responds that he’ll have the car back in just a few minutes.

  I check my appearance in the mirror, and my cheeks are a little flushed. It’s been maybe four hours since my last orgasm, and I’m still ready to go. That man just revs my engine. I put some bronzer on my face to disguise the flush and to keep some of the questions from the girls at bay. I chuckle. Who am I trying to kid? They’re like sharks, and they’ll smell blood.

  Taking a deep breath, I go out to the car and Peter heads across town. I’m smiling randomly again, but this time it’s because of my wonderful friends. I feel so fortunate to have them. Considering that ninety percent of all startups fail, and less than one percent are sold or go public, and of that one percent, less than a half-percent become successful, being a self-made billionaire is a small club. And being a female billionaire makes it even smaller. That my group of girlfriends managed to find each other and the fact that we connect so well—even beyond the demands of our lifestyles—is truly amazing.

  Peter finds a parking spot out front and walks with me into the bar. I go to meet my friends, and he joins the other security that has come with my posse.

  “Well, don’t leave us hanging,” Claire says immediately as I approach.

  “We had a great time. Jeremy Hamilton broke the record, and it was fantastic.” I scootch into the booth.

  “Aren’t you leaving out something very big?” Caroline teases.

  “I had a great time with Axel, and we met up again last night for a movie picnic in Golden Gate Park. We watched Up.”

  There is a collective awwwww from my friends, and I shake my head. Anyway, Claire is the one who asked for this gathering, so I attempt to shift the focus to her. “What’s going on with you, Claire?”

  She sighs. “Well, I had a fantastic first date with this guy—his name was Shane. We walked and talked and had a wonderful time last weekend. We flirted over text and spoke briefly on Monday and again on Tuesday, and we were going to get together again last night. I didn’t hear from him for the rest of the week, but I didn’t think much about it. We’d made plans and I’m not high maintenance. Then last night I went to the restaurant at the agreed time, and after looking like an idiot and waiting for forty-five minutes, I left. The asshole stood me up.”

  “What?” Ryder exclaims.

  “How can that be?” Toni asks.

  “I texted him, and the message wasn’t delivered so he must’ve blocked me,” Claire says, now on the verge of tears.

  Caroline opens her arms wide. “Come here.” She gives Claire a big hug. “Guys are total shits.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell her. This is why we don’t meet men.

  “I have a summer company picnic, and I’m going to be stuck either going with my brother and Tinsley or I’ll have to hire someone to go with me.”

  Elena’s eyes grow wide. “Oh my God, that sounds perfect. A male escort. Will you have sex with him?”

  Claire’s face scrunches up. “No way.” She shakes her head. “Absolutely not!”

  Ryder looks around at all of us. “I admit, I took one to my sister’s wedding. I couldn’t take the scrutiny of showing up alone and hearing about all the reasons I’m single—most of which are that I started a company in San Francisco.”

  “When did this happen?” I ask. Ryder has been close to us for years. I can’t believe she never said anything.

  Ryder takes a big sip of her drink. “About three years ago. You met Drake. We dated for a while after the wedding. He was really a nice guy, and he knew how to use his you know what.”

  “Wait! Drake was a male escort?” Elena says so loudly that several in the bar turn to look at us.

  “Shhh. Yes. I paid him to go to the wedding. We had fun in my hotel room afterward, and it went so well that we decided to see each other in a non-payment-type relationship. He was sweet, but when it came down to it, we didn’t have a ton in common.”

  “I want to know what ‘using his you know what’ is,” Caroline teases. “Tongue? Dick? Brain? Pinky?”

  We’re all laughing.

  “He was a master with his tongue, and his dick was huge—like a baby’s arm huge. It was very intimidating,” Ryder explains.

  The table launches into a tangent about when a dick is too big, and I lean in to Claire and put my arm over her shoulder. Her last serious boyfriend had professed his love, asked her to marry him, and they’d agreed to move in together. She’d sold her place to move when he ghosted her—just up and stopped talking to her. Her brother went over with her key and found he’d even changed the locks. It’s taken a long time for her to get back in the dating game, and it completely sucks that she had this happen.

  “Sweetie, I swear not all men are pigs,” I tell her. “There are great ones out there, and I know you’ll find him.”

  Claire wipes a tear away.

  “And promise me you’ll send me his name so I can permanently delete him from
the Flirt database. I’m not going to let some dickwad do that to anyone else.”

  That gets a smile out of her, and I feel a little better.

  “You up for some retail therapy this afternoon? Or maybe we can see if Burke Williams has room for us?” I ask.

  “Oh, I’d love a massage,” Claire says dreamily. “Anyone interested in a weekend up at Meritage? It might be fun to get out of town.”

  I see the look on Caroline’s face. She’s a newlywed and may prefer to stay home.

  “That’s a great idea, and if anyone just wants to come up for a day of pampering, they can do that,” I suggest. “Maybe we can get a reservation at French Laundry.”

  There seems to be a lot of enthusiasm for the idea, so I decide I need to take it on. “All right, do we want to do it over the weekend or should we escape during the week?”

  “Oh…during the week sounds good,” Elena says.

  “They have really cute bellmen.” Toni wiggles her eyebrows.

  “That works for me,” Claire agrees.

  Once Claire is in, I’m set. This is for her. “Great. Tomorrow I’m meeting with Marci, and she’ll let me know when I’m expected to meet with the federal prosecutor later in the week.”

  “I heard Viviana’s attorneys have asked for a change in venue,” Elena says. “Anyone else hearing that?”

  Caroline nods. “We had dinner last night with Walker and Marci. They’re worried about doing it here because Walker was in her group of friends, and because Cecelia was so well liked in town. They’re debating maybe Oregon or Colorado. They don’t want to go back to Nevada, because that’s where it happened. But, Walker is prepared if it gets moved.”

  My stomach clenches. “When are they expecting to find out?”

  “Probably the beginning of next week,” Caroline says.

  Ryder puts her wine glass down. “How are you doing with all of this, Mia?”