It’s as if his eyes are caressing me with lusting, invisible fingers. I am disturbed by the raw power of my attraction to him, causing shame and desire to mingle hot in my throat.
“You stare a lot, Ethan.”
“Does that bother you, Riley? I should hope not, since you are one of the most beautiful young women in the world and I am sure you are used to men staring at you wherever you go.”
I nod in between mouthfuls. “Men do stare, but not the way you do, Ethan.”
“In what way do I stare, Riley?” Ethan asks.
“Like you are staring into my soul.”
He chuckles again.
Ethan’s stares are causing me to squirm in my seat, squeezing my legs together as my sex clenches and unclenches. My nipples become rock hard and strain against my dress. Can he see how big my nipples have become? I hope not.
Lust burns in my brain and I can think of nothing else but his tongue and dick. I yearn for his mouth to taste me, his fingers to stroke me.
In no time we finish the bottle and Ethan orders another. Mid-way through the second, we are laughing and chatting like old friends. Ethan proves to be a very witty guy, cracking jokes and keeping me in stitches. He has so many intriguing stories about clients and colleagues, that at times I can hardly swallow a morsel.
There are two sides to this man. Be careful, Riley.
For some reason I feel energized and inspired in Ethan’s company. I actually like his passion and zest for life and his seize-it-by-the-balls approach. I find it refreshing. I figure his job entails taking a lot of risks and that must have spilled over into his private life. He reminds me a bit of myself, and yet there is something dark and broody about him that further adds to his aura and mystique.
Dinner is an entertaining affair filled with gaiety, laughter and innuendoes. I haven’t laughed this hard since I came to New York, and in a way I feel slightly guilty that I’m having so much fun with Ethan, rather than Alex. I don’t want him to think I am boring, so I drop my guard and give Ethan a taste of my comedic side. I launch into rib-tickling stories that I have heard about the strange and funnier side of being a model and what goes on behind the scenes.
I shouldn’t, but I like this guy. But who the fuck wouldn’t? He is a walking, breathing sex object. The magazine was right. Ethan Stone is hands down the sexiest man alive.
Ethan’s eyes are locked in on mine all during dessert, but this time his look is of a different nature. I feel like they are caressing me…trying to make love to me.
Jeez, please stop. If you keep this up I’m going to soak my panties, again!
Ethan, however, continues to undress me with his eyes…refusing to release me from his lair.
I wonder if he is imagining what is underneath my clothes?
My cheeks are flushed every time my eyes dance with his and I can feel a fuzzy sensation in the pit of my stomach.
If eyes could have sex, we would be hard at it right now.
I try to cast the carnal desires from my mind, but they keep invading my being; striking at my core.
There is no question Ethan Stone intrigues me… no, he freaking turns me on. But, I still don’t know him from Adam and there is no way I’m going to give up my virginity just like that, not with my career barely off the ground. This is definitely not the time to build a reputation as a whore who sleeps around with powerful men.
I will have lots of time for that when I become a supermodel and can tell the world where to get off.
Eventually we complete dinner, but much too quickly for my liking. I am a bit sad after polishing off the last piece of pie and realizing it is almost time to go. I glance at my watch and notice it’s after ten. Wow, time has certainly flown by. It seems but a few minutes ago that I had actually taken my seat at the table.
The old cliché is right. Time does fly when you’re having fun.
Ethan motions the waiter over via a deft, perfected signal with his fingers. Bernard bustles over to our table as if he had been shot from out of a canon. Talk, about service. I am really impressed.
“Check, please,” Ethan commands.
The waiter departs, but is back in a jiffy. Everything seems to function like clockwork in Ethan’s world. The staff at Le Chalet obviously knows him, and what his tastes and whims and fancies are.
Check in hand, Ethan flashes a black card, but then what else would I expect from a man of his net worth, and hands it to Bernard. He glances over, catches me observing him and manages a wry smile. “You’re pretty smart and witty for such a young girl,” Ethan says matter-of-factly.
It sounds like a compliment, so I take it as such. “Where I come from you have to have your wits about you from pretty early, dude,” I confess.
Ethan eases out of his seat while the waiter fusses over mine.
What’s next now that dinner is over? Will he make a play for me? Will he want to take me back to his place and have sex with me? Oh, God what do I do?
It is becoming quite clear to me that Ethan Stone is a man used to getting what he wants. But does that include me? And what if it does, do I have the strength to fight him off?
CHAPTER 8
Ethan
I stare at the gorgeous young woman in front of me. Her perfect body, hair, make-up and her small town charm.
There is something fascinating about her. She has a special allure… call it that “it factor”, but she is not your ordinary run-of-the mill, shallow beauty.
Riley is definitely someone I want to see more of and learn more about. Add the fact that she is one of the most stunning women I have ever seen, and I have seen many, makes her that much more stimulating. The thing that draws me to her most, however, is that she has no idea just how gorgeous she is. She takes her looks for granted and in stride. I love women. I adore them in all races, shapes and sizes. My preference is for the slim, waif-looking types, you know the models or beauty queens. Riley Hamilton is thick, with meat on her bones, but has curves to die for. Although she is a big, beautiful woman, she is so well sculpted you hardly notice her size at times.
This woman is like a work of art – fucking Jessica Rabbit reborn.
I find myself imagining what it would be like to bend her over and squeeze my cock into her tight but juicy pussy. I want to slobber my tongue and lips on that sweet cunt and eat her raw. Yes, imagines of Riley riding my rod causes it to lurch in my boxers and a sliver of pre-cum seeping out.
There is a need for her body under me, to see her writhe and squirm as I ravish her. Shit, I am having enough fantasies about her to fill a hard drive.
We get up to leave our table at the trendy French gourmet restaurant where we just finish dining and I give the waiter a hefty tip for his exceptional service. The guy had been a marvel. I am a man who appreciates service and excellence and I have no qualms about paying for it. I always hire the best people, but they have to have a passion for what they do. Empty vessels are not for me.
The dinner finally ended, like the gentleman I really am not, I assist the waiter in helping her from her chair and offer my arm as she rises like a flower. Riley looks and feels good on my arm. She is sure as hell amazing eye candy, but just the feel of her skin causes my cock to harden even more.
The maître‘d comes over and helps escort us out. “I hope you had a great time, Mr. Stone and please do come again,” he says with a slight, but polite bow.
“Excellent as usual, Lamiere,” I respond.
We manage to make it through the door and start descending the steps, when out of the blue flashbulbs start popping at us from all angles.
Those damn paparazzi, scourge of the Earth.
Somehow, the photographers just seem to know when to show up. There is never any escaping them. Personality Magazine and their story be damned. Now my cover has been blown big time and I hardly have any privacy nowadays. Thank God I have my private island, where I can escape this godforsaken rat race. Thankfully, the valet roars up in the Jaguar as soon as we hit the front en
trance, just in the nick of time for us to escape the horde of photographers. The guy is always on the ball, so I palm him his customary tip after he assists Riley into the passenger’s seat. In a matter of seconds we are speeding off into the night, leaving the cameras still popping away behind us.
“Hope you don’t have a curfew time… because I have a surprise for you.” I look over at Riley with a big grin on my face. She is so fucking beautiful and that body so sensuous I could fucking stop the car and fuck her right now.
“No curfew,” Riley responds with her trademark smile. “And I do love a good surprise.”
I say no more, not wanting to give her a hint and we drive in silence for a while. About twenty minutes later I turn into a secret parking area in the rear of an imposing building. “My, oh my,” Riley giggles like a schoolgirl. “Where the heck are we, dude?” I take her hand and lead her to a door at the back, knock just once and the peephole slides open. Someone unbolts the door and we are quickly shepherded inside. A massive heavyset guy who doubles as a bouncer greets us, shakes the fuck out of my hand and gives Riley a quick once-over before saying hello.
“Mr. Stone, nice seeing you at the club. Welcome. Let me walk you to your table.”
“Nice to be back, Travis. How is business?” I give him a pat on the shoulder.
“Business is great, Mr. Stone. We have to be turning away people on weekends. The club is really rocking, sir.”
Travis leads off and Riley and I follow. She has no idea where we are and I keep her in suspense. The bouncer climbs a flight of stairs and opens another door, motioning for us to enter. The sound of the latest R and B music blaring through massive speakers greets us, and a look of joy immediately fastens itself on Riley’s striking face.
I smile to myself.
So she loves music….hope she has good rhythm in the bedroom.
We are upstairs in the VIP section of the club. The décor is expensive and classy, with most of the booths filled with champagne buckets and men and women in expensive looking clothes. “Welcome to Exodus, the hottest club for the in-crowd in New York,” I bellow to Riley, trying to be heard above the din. She is so close I can literally feel the heat coming off her ebony flesh.
Riley is bobbing her head to the beat. She is alive and filled with energy and it shows by the look of glee in her eyes. “This is one of my toys,” I tell her. “My business partners suggested I take a majority share, but I try and remain a silent owner. I hope you like it, I figured you would, that’s why I decided to take you here.”
Riley has a rather perplexed expression on her face. “I love it, Ethan. But dude, somehow I wouldn’t have figured a trendy club as something you would invest in.” She winks, running her hands through her cascading locks.
I laugh aloud. “You are quite observant, Riley. And you are right, this is not something I normally go for, but sometimes I just acquire things on a whim.”
Riley is literally bouncing as I escort her over to a corner booth. Along the way, I am greeted by numerous people, most of whom I barely recognize, but I wave and return the greetings anyway.
Fuck, I really hate New York. If it wasn’t for Riley, I probably would have left after the meeting last night. I notice something funny though, although I am supposed to be the celebrity in the club tonight, all eyes are on Riley. She moves in that perfect catwalk model strut of hers, like she freaking owns the joint. The damn girl turns heads everywhere she goes and the crowd at Exodus seems to be no different.
Hmmm, chalk one up for Riley Hamilton.
We take our seats and a sexily clad waitress comes over with drinks. “I’m glad you are old enough to drink,” I whisper in Riley’s ear, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling my nostrils.
“Yeah, Ethan, you know I just turned twenty one, so I can drink as much as I want,” she hisses, tossing her flowing locks at me defiantly and takes a sip of the Blonde Cosmopolitan I had pre-ordered for her.
“Nice. You have good taste, Mr. Stone,” she smacks her lips, which causes her eyes to sparkle and change color like a chameleon. She is teasing me with those fucking sexy lips. I want to bury my cock inside them. Shit, this girl is proving to be quite a temptation, just too damn beautiful for her own good.
Riley is obviously enjoying herself and the alcohol seems to be giving her a nice buzz, so I relax and simply enjoy her company.
During the course of the evening a number of people pop by our table to shoot the breeze or just to offer a friendly hello and I find myself taking pride in introducing Riley to them all. She is courteous and plays the role of aspiring model to the hilt. I can’t help but smile. She even downs the many shots that my crazy associates offer. Riley just doesn’t back down from anything
I’m having a good time with this girl.
“Everyone seems to know you, Ethan. Do you come here often? I just don’t see you as the club type.”
“Just when I am in New York on business, which is not very often. I like to check in on my investments and see what the crew here is up to from time to time, but it’s not really my scene, baby.”
“Oh,” she exclaims, a note of disappointment in her voice when I mentioned that I do not visit New York often.
“Why don’t you like New York, Ethan? I thought a man like you would love this city, with its energy and power?”
“I’m really a very private man. I like to stay home and watch the world from a distance.”
“So where is home?”
“Cary Island.”
“What?”
“My home is on Cary Island, but I also have houses in LA, London and most major cities for when I travel.”
“Ethan, you live on Cary Island?” She almost freaks out. “Okay humor me, where the heck is Cary Island?”
“It’s an island in The Bahamas. I own it and built my home there.”
“Ohhh,” Riley responds, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “So you have your own private island?”
“Yes, I do. As I said, I like my privacy, so it’s my little getaway, where I can unwind and just chill.”
Riley draws closer to me and places her palm against my heart. She holds it there for a few seconds before withdrawing. Taking a deep breath, I blow out air in the ceiling. My freaking heart is careening in my chest, my cock twitching and breath coming out in sharp gasps.
“What was that for?” For once I am surprised.
“Just checking to see if you are human, or you are in fact some kinda Adonis or something,” she says matter-of-factly, keeping a straight face
I double over in laughter.
This girl is some piece of work. She is cracking me up.
“So…what is your conclusion?”
“I will reserve judgment for now, Ethan,” she coos.
The ice broken and the vibes between us turned up, we spend about half an hour chit-chatting and listening to music, before Riley taps me on the shoulder. The girl needs to stop touching or she is going to get her pussy turned inside out tonight.
“I hope you have some dancing skills, Ethan, because I am going to dance your socks off tonight.” She jumps up from her seat and playfully wiggles her curvy behind.
Again, I double over with laughter.
Dancing in a crowded night club is not something I normally do very often, but somehow Riley’s banter has gotten me in the mood. I want to see the way she moves that curvy body on the dance floor. Riley takes my hand and leads me down the stairs. I catch a peek of her awesome, big, juicy round ass, which is even more pronounced in her figure-hugging dress. The girl has a fucking ass to die for.
Again I find myself imagining what it would be like having her bent over in front of me while I ram my stiff cock inside her. There is a surge of electricity in the front of my pants. My prick is trying to burst the zipper, I kid you not.
Once she hits the huge dance floor, surrounded by myriad of sweating, gyrating bodies, Riley just lets go. Her body sways seductively to the pulsating beat and she reminds me of a l
iving, breathing python caught up in a sensuous rapture. Me, I’m more sedate, dancing along and watching her mesmerize everyone on the dance floor. It is as if all eyes are on her. She is the fucking center of attraction, as everything around her seems to grind to a halt. With each sumptuous pelvic movement, the audience around her grows larger, until the entire club is watching little Riley doing her thing.
She is like a fucking Goddess out there. Shit, how she grinds those hips, like there are no bones in her body.
Man, I am so glad this pussy is legal.
Riley is watching me out of the corner of her sparkling eyes. If she thinks I am spellbound like the rest and she can just reel me in tonight, she has another thing coming. But this girl is good. I have to give her that. “You like, Ethan?” she shouts, so that she can be heard above the noise.
“Well everyone here seems to like.”
“Dude, I didn’t ask about everyone. I ask do you like. Does the king of Cary Island like what he sees?”
It’s becoming obvious that she has had a little too much to drink, so I humor her. “Yes, I do like.” My answer appears to excite her, as Riley moves closer and grinds her hips against mine. I feel her young, tight flesh rubbing against my cock which is expanding with every passing second.
Careful girl, don’t make me slap you on the cheeks with this cock tonight.
“You are an amazing dancer, Riley. Where did you learn to move your hips like that?” I ask.
“Home, eh. Where else?” she snickers and pokes my side playfully, causing my dick to lurch again. My balls tighten. Fuck, if she keeps that up I am going to release that white juice in my boxers.
Riley then turns around until her back is facing me and slowly, teasingly rotates her ass against me, until I can stand her twerking no longer. My cock is stiff. The massive head is trying to bore a hole through my pants, seeking its way towards her tender, inviting flesh. I have no option but to lead her off the dance floor. I know she is disappointed, but Riley grudgingly follows behind me.
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