by S. C. Adams
It’s my turn again. I hit the ball but miss the billiard I was aiming for. Oops.
“So, Jaybird Choppers was born?” I ask.
“Yeah, essentially. We somehow raised the capital and founded our own company. It was a rough first year, but then it kind of took off. Before we knew it, Colt and I were swimming in dough. At first, it was more than we could handle, and we made some dumb mistakes, but we learned along the way. And now, we’re pretty stable with everything.”
“So, you’re just a boy from the streets. Worked hard to get what he’s got?”
“Yep. I used to be a working stiff with grease on my hands and not a lot in the bank.” He pockets another billiard before deferring to me.
I guess Nash knows his own struggle. I kind of looked at him like this imposing wealthy guy, but we have more in common than I thought. After all, I’m nothing more than a working stiff too. Maybe I don’t have grease on my hands, but I certainly have a lot of papercuts.
“So?” Nash asks. He looks at me expectantly, and I know what he wants.
“Right, my turn,” I respond.
“True,” Nash tilts his head, “but tell me about you, Nellie. Why are you so worried about everything all the time?”
I choke a bit.
“That’s a big question.”
“Well, then I expect a big answer.”
I let out a deep breath. I consider if I really want to go into my long history. To give myself time, I set myself up for a shot. While getting ready to shoot, I think. Nash told me his history. It would only be fair for me to tell him mine.
“So,” I start, hitting the ball and sinking a billiard, miracle of miracles. “My parents died while I was in college. Brian was in high school.” I stand back up and look at Nash. He doesn’t move at all, intently watching me.
“It was a shock, to say the least. No one expected a car accident. They happen all the time, but you just never think it’ll be you.” I stop short, not wanting the waterworks to start. Talking about my parents is always rough. I’ve never really dealt with the loss because after their death, so much responsibility fell on me.
“Yeah, so, they died, and I felt this intense need to take care of Brian. We were all the other had, so I knew it was us against the world. We moved out of the home we grew up into something less expensive, and I managed to finish college by working three jobs at once. Unfortunately, Brian wasn’t really the academic type. He struggled before our parents’ passing, and it only got worse after.”
After all, I’ve always felt that if Mom and Dad were still here, Brian would be doing better. He wouldn’t be a 4.0 university student, but he wouldn’t be so irresponsible either. I just wasn’t equipped to take care of him, and I blame myself a bit for how he’s a little messed up. I know I shouldn’t because I’m so young myself, but it’s big-sister-responsibility guilt.
I take another deep breath.
“Shortly after my parents died, Brian got his girlfriend Vivica pregnant and dropped out to get a job to support his family. I thought this was him finally growing up, but not quite. They got married, but my brother has never been the greatest employee, and he’s bounced from job to job, as you probably already know. Jaybird is his family’s financial lifeline now. They have two kids now. Mackenzie and Madison, my nieces.”
Nash nods thoughtfully.
“And you’d do anything for your nieces?”
I nod furiously.
“Yes. I’ll go through hell and high water for my nieces because I just want them to be happy. Vivica stays home and watches them but sometimes, I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job either, to be frank, but I’m trying my best.”
“So you’ve been helping their family,” Nash drawls.
I nod. He’s finally getting it.
“I pitch in, but I’m not a full-fledged CPA, so I wasn’t getting paid very much. I had a trainee salary while I was at Porter Peabody. It’s just the way things work. Until I get the right credentials, I don’t get paid well. It’s been a long struggle, and one that hasn’t really ended yet, but I’ll get there.”
Nash nods and then straightens.
“That reminds me, I have to give you that second ten thousand dollar check,” he remarks.
I gasp. I can’t believe he’s going to give me another ten thousand dollars because it’s an insane amount of money to be able to hand over to someone just because you want to.
“Um, thank you,” I manage in a choked tone. I don’t really want to get into it because the fact that he’s paying me does make me a little uncomfortable. I definitely don’t want to think about it too much.
Nash is opening his mouth to say something, but then I realize something myself.
“Wait!” I exclaim. He looks alarmed, but I calm down and smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that so loud, but we were playing pool wrong.”
“Hm?” he asks quizzically.
“You don’t take turns. It’s you go until you miss. We weren’t playing the right way.” I can’t believe I didn’t see that before.
“Oh, yeah. I know,” he rumbles.
I scrunch my nose.
“You knew?”
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to totally destroy you by getting everything in like that, so I thought it would be better to go back and forth.” My mouth is open wide in surprise. I can’t believe this man was taking pity on me.
“Next time, I want a fair fight. I’m going to practice and beat you, just you see,” is my playful answer. Nash’s shoulders go up and down as he silently laughs. “I’m being serious!” I exclaim.
That doesn’t help at all, and he throws his head back letting out that deep belly laugh that I love.
I guess I’m not that mad.
He’s finally able to control his chuckles and looks me in the eye. It gets super serious all of a sudden. There’s nowhere for me to hide from his penetrating gaze.
“I guess it’s getting kind of late,” I say in a faltering voice. “Maybe we should …?” I trail off because Nash isn’t responding in any way to what I’m saying. “What?” I ask, needing to know what he is thinking.
His blue eyes flash dangerously.
“Dance for me,” he growls.
My mouth falls open.
“I’m sorry?”
“Dance for me and use your pool cue,” he commands.
I look at the cue in my hands, not really sure what Nash wants. I’ve never done a sexy dance in my life, and I’m sure what he is requesting is a sexy dance.
“How do I do that?” I stammer.
“I don’t know,” he grins. “But you’ve got to earn your keep, so I know you’ll figure it out.” He hangs his cue back on the little shelf thing built for it and leans against the edge of the bar. He’s only a couple feet away, close enough to grab me, but he has his arms crossed over his chest.
I look at my cue again, willing it to give me some kind of hint. Using it like a mobile pole is probably my best option. Or am I supposed to use it like a walking stick of some sort, like Liza Minnelli in Cabaret? I place the wider end on the ground, wrapping my fingers around the top.
I walk around in a circle, testing out the stability of the thing. Back at the point I started, I face Nash, one hand twisted behind me. I start a descent, my knees parting and dress riding up. I pop my butt out and rise back up.
I look over at Nash, and he has a gleam in his eye. It gives me more confidence, and I add additional spirit to my dance. I rub my hands down my thighs, and inch my dress further and further up, stopping right before my panties. I pull the neckline of my dress down a little bit to show my cleavage off even more.
I’m so caught up in the moment that when Nash grabs me, I almost scream. I drop the cue, and it falls to the ground, making a loud clattering sound. I wince in Nash’s arms, surprised by the sound, but he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he holds my head up by putting a finger under my chin.
I lick my lips, looking at his perfectly-sculpted mouth. I
can’t wait anymore, and I bring my face to his. Our lips touch, and I press further into him, feeling his hard body. His hand snakes down my back until he grabs my ass and pushes me into his pelvis.
He moves his lips across my cheeks over to my ear. He takes the hand I have flat on his chest and brings it down his body, so I can grab his hard pole.
“This is what you do to me, do you know that? I want you, Nellie. I want you so fucking bad,” he rasps in my ear. I massage him, feeling the massive girth he has.
Nash pushes me backwards until my legs hit the pool table. He reaches behind me, clearing the surface, before pushing me down onto the felt.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rumbles. His fingers pull the neckline of my dress down even further, revealing my black lacy bra. I may not have put on any of the lingerie he bought me, but I brought some of my own to wear.
“How much do you like the clothes you’re wearing?”
I giggle.
“I really like my dress, but the rest of the outfit I’m not too attached to.”
“Okay,” he growls before ripping the front of my bra, letting it fall to the side. The cold air hits my nipples, and I take a deep breath. Nash swirls his tongue around one tit, slowly tasting me. I bring my hands to his shoulders, digging my fingernails in as he sucks on me. My breathing picks up as Nash’s tongue goes faster and faster.
He pulls my dress down my body until it’s off. He takes the remnants of my bra and tosses it aside with my dress. I’m left in my panties, looking up at Nash who is fully clothed. I pull at the hem of his shirt, trying to take it off, but failing. Nash does it for me, revealing his perfect chest. I run my hands up and down his body, loving the hard ridges of his abs.
“You’re amazing,” I sigh. Nash softly chuckles before going down my body, kissing as much of my skin as he can come into contact with before reaching the top of my panties. Slowly, he peels them off my body, taking the last of my clothing away. I’m slightly shy being so open and lush before him, but his mouth skims the tops of my thighs, slowly going back and forth.
“You’re decadent,” he whispers against me. He moves closer and closer to my center. “You’re delicious.” He kisses my skin again. “You’re perfect.” My pussy is so wet, it’s dripping on to the felt of the table and probably ruining it.
But all thoughts rush out of my head when his lips touch my folds. His tongue explores, going around in circles while licking the succulent pinkness. I grip the edges of the table, using it to keep myself from fully falling off as hot jolts race through my sweetest spot.
“Oh!” is my delighted mewl.
Nash keeps going, flicking my clit with his tongue.
“Oh my god,” I shudder. There’s no let up as his mouth latches onto my sensitive bud, sucking on me for dear life.
“Nash!” I scream. He goes harder and harder, not giving me any breaks. My body twists and turns, tying itself into knots. My ass lifts off the table as ecstatic pleasure surges through my body.
I don’t think I’m even saying words at this point. It’s wanton wails that fill up the entire room. My thighs squeeze his neck as I try to keep any part of my body grounded, but it’s futile. I explode off a peak, juicing hotly onto Nash’s face while my folds tremble and spasm. Another long, guttural wail escapes from my throat as I secrete hotly, my nectar so sweet.
Finally, the waves start to subside, and my body starts to come back to Earth. I take long, shuddery breaths as I try and calm down. Nash climbs back onto the pool table, holding his body over mine with a satisfied yet hungry look on his face.
A knuckle of his finger skims down my cheek.
“You’re so beautiful.” He passionately kisses me while positioning the head of his leaking shaft at my entrance. Resting his forehead on mine, Nash touches his nose to mine.
Then slowly, he slides into me, each and every ridge and bump pressing into my walls. He’s so huge that I moan a bit, stretching for him.
“Perfection,” he whispers. He keeps going until he’s fully buried in me, up to the hilt. I hold on to him, wrapping my arms around his broad body, feeling him.
He starts moving back and forth, his long, massive rod filling me up. I rock with him, bending my leg and wrapping it around his body.
“Do you like my cock? Do you want more?” I nod, mewling. Everything about him is amazing. The way he feels inside of me, on top of me, next to me. I can’t think clearly when we’re together like this.
“Don’t stop, Nash. Don’t stop!” He moves his pelvis fast, cutting into my body with quick, sharp movements. My nails scratch his back, wanting to meld myself with him.
Then our bodies come together, fusing perfectly. It’s impossible to tell where we separate. The fire in my belly grows hotter and hotter, unable to be contained. I burst around him, quivering as he makes me come for the second time tonight.
Nash is not too far behind me, spilling into me violently. There’s so much that my pussy can’t keep it all inside, and it leaks out between us, dripping to the felt table.
Satisfied for the moment, the alpha male collapses on top of me, careful not to rest all of his weight on curvy form.
I stroke his back, the sweat he accumulated from our session sliding slickly against my hand. It’s weird how much I love to touch him. I’ve never liked touching anyone or anything so much before.
“We should go upstairs,” Nash growls. He picks his body up, resting on his elbows. I keep my arms around him, not wanting to let go.
“Do you want me to go to my room?” I ask hesitantly. The first night we spent together, Nash had me sleep in his bed with him, but the circumstances were very different.
Now, I have my own room that I can go to, and he has his. I don’t want to assume too much just in case Nash isn’t feeling what I’m feeling. He looks at me thoughtfully with a dark flush across those high cheekbones.
“Do you want to go to your room?”
“I don’t have to,” I answer. We’re playing this weird game of vague answers and thrown back questions.
“Let’s go upstairs then,” he says. That doesn’t answer my question. He could be taking me to my room or to his room. I won’t know until we get to the second floor.
Nash removes himself from me, and I look down to see my lingerie in filmy tatters. I lean over to pick them up, but Nash stops me.
“Leave them. It’ll be taken care of tomorrow.” I stand back up, a little surprised. I forgot that I’m supposed to be Nash’s lady of leisure. I guess that means not doing any work.
That’ll take some getting used to.
“Okay,” I answer. My dress is thrown on the ground, and I have an urge to pick it up and hang it, but I don’t, doing my best to casually walk past it.
But what this means is heading upstairs completely nude, with all my assets out. My breasts bounce, and my skin is flushed from his loving. Of course, Nash is totally confident even though he doesn’t have any clothes on either. I get to look at his immaculate ass while he leads me to whichever bedroom I’ll be spending the night in.
I just hope Brenda has left by now. I might be ready to wander around nearly nude for Nash, but Brenda is another story. She doesn’t get to see me in my birthday suit.
We get upstairs. My room is one way, and Nash’s is the other. We’re standing there on the landing, not making a decision.
“Come on,” he says, motioning towards his bedroom. I guess that gives me my answer. I follow him down the wall, glancing at his butt the entire way.
I ball my hands into fists, so I don’t just reach out and squeeze his cheeks. They’re so muscular and sculpted. This man must do a lot of exercise to keep them that way.
We head into Nash’s room, and it is just as gorgeous as I remember. The furnishings and decorations are to die for, with the huge king-size bed and the heavy, expensive-looking dresser and armoire.
But that’s not what I’m focused on.
Nash is by the bed, the covers open for me. With a delighted s
mile, I jump in and snuggle under the covers, and Nash comes in right afterwards. We turn and face one another, not touching, but staring at one another. His eyes are so blue that they’re almost black, like incredible pools of mystery. His features are straight and handsome, and I could die looking at him.
But it doesn’t take long for my eyes to start fluttering closed. I try to keep them open because Nash isn’t showing any signs of being sleepy, but I can’t fight the warm waves of relaxation.
Less than five minutes later, my eyes are closed and staying closed. I feel a hand softly stroke my face before pulling away, and I smile gently.
And then I’m asleep.
11
Nellie
Two Weeks Later.
Nash had to leave a little earlier for work than usual this morning. He told me the night before about having to get ready for a very important meeting. I pouted about spending less time together, but it’s fine. It’s just one morning.
Of course, that didn’t keep him from waking me up with his glorious morning wood.
He wrapped his hands around me and whispered in my ear, “Are you awake?” The gravelly bass of his voice reverberated down to my pussy. Even if I’m not awake, it’s always enough to excite me out of my sleep.
This morning, Nash had me on all fours, taking me from behind. I love that position because my man has taken a fancy to slapping my behind as he penetrates me, and I’ve taken to liking it.
His strong fingers gripped my hips, keeping a steady rhythm as he pounded in and out of me over and over again. My toes curl at the thought.
But Nash couldn’t stay for breakfast. He didn’t tell me much about what this meeting is about, but I can tell it’s super important. He’s been preparing for it with Colt for days. While I’m a stay-at-home plaything, Nash has to finance our lifestyle, so he works hard each day, which I appreciate. His effort allows me to wear barely-there bikinis while lounging by the pool on a random weekday, while sipping cocktails. It’s nice.
But I knew today was going to be stressful, so I sent him a picture of myself in the lounge chair with the triangle of my bikini bottom pulled aside so that my fleshy pink lips were exposed. I was hoping to help with any tension he might be feeling. The text he sent back was one telling me not to be a tease, or I’ll regret it. I don’t know what that means, but I’m excited to find out.
