by A. Anders
Cara tried to reply but couldn’t. All she could do was wait until her body stopped shaking and then release him to do more of God’s work.
As soon as he was free, he moved quickly. Knowing exactly what he wanted, he rolled Cara onto all fours. With her clit still twittering, she felt his generous manhood pushing against her pussy lips. Cara was dripping wet.
Still feeling the spasms of orgasm, the gorgeous man had to time it. In the moment that she relaxed, he pushed. The man felt even bigger than he looked. Cara wasn’t sure if her pussy could choke, but if it could, his was the type of bone that it would choke on.
Just past the throes of her orgasm, she next focused on his powerful presence entering her. He was everything he had promised. She had never thought of herself as tight, but she was this time. And when he ended his thrust at what felt like the back of her throat, her body finally relaxed knowing she had taken it all.
As he slowly pulled his cock back, Cara flinched again. He was so big. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. But once he returned, again thrusting in, she was able to focus less on his size and more on the feeling of his cock strumming her G spot.
Lost in the sensation, she closed her mouth and swallowed. She had never felt anything like this, probably because she had never been with someone so thick before. With it came an ache from deep within her. She felt like there was something climbing up her inner thighs. Whatever it was was slowly making its way through her to the core of her sex.
As the gorgeous man sped up slapping his groin against her ass, she began to lose it. It felt so good. It was like every inch of her flesh was tingling. And when he was fucking her hard enough that she had to brace herself to remain conscious, she grabbed the sheets and squinted her eyes not knowing what was coming.
Cara was the first to scream but she wasn’t the only one. With his fingers digging deep into her flesh, the gorgeous stranger’s moans increased until it was a savage bellow. His desirous moments were nectar to her pleasure. Spiraling past the point of no return, she heard herself start screaming at the top of her lungs before her entire body clenched and then released with what could only be described as a squirt.
Was she peeing herself? Was that just how much pleasure he had given her? Did she lose control of her bladder? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was relieving herself in a way that felt incredible. She spasmed as if it were an orgasm, but she sprayed as if it were a golden shower. All she could do was flop around like a hooked fish and then collapse helplessly onto the bed.
Cara had a sense that she should be embarrassed by how her body was reacting, but she wasn’t. Perhaps it was the multiple orgasms, perhaps it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, all she could think about was the weight of this man’s slumping body on her back, and how much longer she would be able to remain awake. The answer was not much longer.
When Cara’s taut muscles released, with it went the last ounce of strength that she had. The day had been intense. After getting up at 3 AM for a 6 AM flight, she had begun drinking when most people were having breakfast.
After that, she had landed in a foreign country, pitched her products to the manager of a fancy resort, and then had been pleasured by one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen. Was it even necessary to go into the details of her orgasms? They were otherworldly.
After all of that, the only thing Cara could do next was close her eyes and drift to sleep. As she did, she thought of the gorgeous man on top of her. She didn’t want her time with him to end. In her hazy, drunken state, Cara wondered if their time together could stretch on into forever.
Chapter 2
Cara
The first thing that Cara noticed when she woke up the next day was just how loud everything was. For example, what type of company makes an air conditioning unit that rumbles like an approaching avalanche? And, what God had the bright idea to put ringing in a person’s ears. But since they did, couldn’t they have at least added a volume button.
As harsh as the brain-piercing sounds were, what had to be the worst was the light streaming in from the balcony door. Granted, the spinning room and nausea were pretty bad, but that morning light seemed to be searing in through her closed eyelids and blow-torching its way through her skull.
Laying in torturous agony, it immediately became clear to Cara what she needed. She needed a drink. A little hair-of-the-dog-that-bit-you was always the best cure in this situation. Now she just needed to figure out how to get a well-brewed IPA to appear beside her on the nightstand already opened.
It was as she tried to will her beer into existence that she remembered what she had been doing right before she had fallen asleep. She was having some of the best sex of her life.
If she remembered precisely, the guys she had slept with had pretty much been a God. He was among the most gorgeous men she had ever seen, and he had a miraculous ability to make orgasms appear out of nowhere. Now if only she could remember his name.
Deciding that his name would come to her, she used all of the strength that she had to move her legs and arms in search of him. Sadly, this had no effect on stopping the room from spinning. What was more, the only things she found as she searched the bed, were sheets.
This couldn’t be right, could it? She hadn’t made up her sexual encounter with the god-like guy, had she?
She took a quick inventory of how her lady parts felt. No, she had definitely not made the guy up. There was no mistaking the feeling after being plowed by a humongous cock. The guy had unquestionably been real. The only question now was, where was he now?
Needing an answer, Cara forced open her eyes. Whoever had invented the sun really was a son-of-a-bitch. Squinting, and doing her best not to throw up, she painfully looked around. Her bed was empty and so was the rest of her room.
Of course, having gotten what he wanted, the gorgeous guy had left. That was fair enough. It wasn’t like she hadn’t pulled the same disappearing act once or twice before. But, when she did it, there had been a difference. When she had disappeared, it was because the guy she had slept with had been a loser. The gorgeous guy had walked out on a supremely awesome chick. Why the hell would he do that?
Cara decided that she would put the thought on hold and instead focus on not throwing up. It was going to be hard, but she was always up for a challenge.
After what felt like an hour of success, she decided that she really did need something to drink. Not necessarily beer, though, that was on the menu. No, she just needed some water. So, dragging herself out of bed, she walked her naked body to the bathroom and filled herself a glass from the sink.
On her list of who deserved to die, Cara added the genius who put fluorescent lighting in hotel bathrooms. Yeah, she knew she shouldn’t look in the mirror, but she did. She looked a mess. No wonder the gorgeous guy had left while she slept. She would’ve done the same if she found this thing laying on the bed next to her.
Unable to take a moment more, Cara looked away. She was on vacation. There were things that she couldn’t think about and places her mind shouldn’t go.
After getting as much water into her as she could, she decided she needed to get out of the room for some breakfast. A hearty Bloody Mary was exactly what she needed right now. But, damn the person who invented the sixteenth floor. Who needed to be that far away from breakfast? What the hell were they thinking?
After beginning to feel human again, Cara found her bikini and put it back on. This time putting on a sarong, she retrieved a large brimmed straw hat from her bag and the darkest pair shades she had. Properly attired, she dragged herself out of her room and looked for a place that sold Bloody Marys.
Not in the mood to explore new eateries, she set herself on a path towards the only place she could remember. Crossing outside into the sun was a challenge but she fought through it.
Surprisingly, outside was packed. What time was it? Or, better yet, how many days had passed?
Once again making her way to the poolside bar, she
summoned up the energy to drop her sarong, wade into the water, and then swim up to the bar. She hadn’t expected to get in so much exercise on her vacation, but, there it was.
“Can I…” Cara stopped when it became unmistakably apparent that a desert had taken residence on her tongue. “A Bloody Mary, please.”
“Coming right up,” the new bartender said before pouring a pre-made concoction into a glass and handing it to her.
Cara took the cold glass between her hands and touched it against her forehead. “Bless you,” Cara said to a man who seemed to know exactly what she was going through. “You’re doing the Lord’s work,” she said pointing out the obvious.
As she attempted to stick the straw in her mouth, she realized just how much of a mistake she had made by swimming up to the bar. She could correct this, though. And sticking the glass into the air as she paddled back to the shallow end, she did just that.
Already having gotten more exercise than anyone should on a vacation, she set her sights on a lounge chair in the shade and exited the pool towards it. Reclined and covered in her sarong, she let the healing begin. Sip by sip the concoction entered her system and made everything all right. By the bottom of her glass, she was so relaxed that she fell back asleep.
Was it for five minutes? An hour? She didn’t know. But when she opened her eyes again, it was because someone was standing beside her staring down. He was clearly trying to get her attention.
Squinting, Cara opened her eyes. Initially the man above her was just a blob, but eventually, he came into focus. She recognized him but had to search her brain to figure out from where.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the gorgeous man from the night before. This man was equally as hot, though. But where had she seen him?
“Ms. Reeder? Am I correct?”
And how the hell did he know her name? She asked herself.
“Yeah. Do I know you?” Cara asked not having the energy to beat around the bush.
“We weren’t introduced. My name is Brik Evander.”
“Okay. Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“Maybe,” the man said with an amused smile. “I own this hotel.”
Cara squinted her tired eyes trying to get a better look at him. It was then that she figured out where she had seen him. This was the man who was walking with Mr. Charles, the hotel’s food and beverage manager. In other words, this was some hotel lackey pretending to be someone he was not.
“Ah huh. Yeah. And I am the Duchess of York. Nice to meet you,” she said before closing her eyes and trying to get back to sleep.
“I’m assuming from your tone that you are not really the Duchess of York.”
The man’s tone made Cara need to reopen her eyes. The man was smiling. Cara couldn’t be sure, but she suspected that he was making fun of her.
He continued.
“Actually, I hate to blow your cover, but I’ve met the Duchess of York. She’s a great gal. You’re not her.”
Cara wasn’t sure whether or not she should be offended. “What are you trying to say by that?”
The man got a little more serious as he replied. “I’m trying to say that you are Cara Reeder, someone, whom I’m told, came to the hotel trying to distribute your local Boston beer. Am I correct?” He asked confidently.
Now Cara definitely didn’t know what to make of him. “Wait, I’m sorry, who are you, again?”
“As I said, my name is Brik Evander, and I own this hotel.”
This time Cara thought that he was being serious. Sitting up, she allowed the idea to roll around in her still foggy brain.
“No, you’re not,” she decided after a moment.
“I’m not Brik Evander?” He asked confused.
“Your name might be Brik whatever. But I know for a fact that you don’t own this hotel.”
The good-looking man looked at her intrigued. Crossing his arms, he encouraged her to go on.
“Well, before I came here I did my research. This resort is owned by a multinational corporation, not some dude.”
“You are correct. This resort and a few others are owned by the same multinational corporation. I am the person that owns that corporation. Which means that I own this hotel,” he said with an amused smile.
Cara paused taking a better look at him. He couldn’t be telling the truth, could he? Did one man own this and all of the resorts around the world?
No, that couldn’t be true. If it were, the man standing in front of her would have to be some sort of gazillionaire. Gazillionaires looked like the guy on the Monopoly box. They weren’t unbelievably hot men with chest/waist ratios reminiscent of superheroes.
“So, you’re trying to tell me that you own this resort?”
“That is correct,” Brik said with a smile.
“And, what? You saw me and decided to tell me personally that you will award our brewery the contractor for your hotel?”
“Oh, God no.”
“Why would you say it like that?” Cara asked taken aback.
“Let me see. First, you tried to push your way into a meeting not respecting the time of those who had taken the time to make an appointment. Second, your brewery makes about, what? 500 gallons of beer a year?”
“We make 2000 gallons, thank you very much,” Cara said starting to not like this man.
“Okay, fine. Your brewery makes 2000 gallons of beer a year. Which I doubt. But all of the beer distributors we work with produce a minimum of a hundred thousand gallons a year. Do you see how you might be a little out of your league here?”
Before Cara had a chance to reply, he continued.
“Third, when you did interrupt my meeting to pitch your brewery’s underwhelming yearly production, you were also, most certainly, drunk.”
Now Cara was sure that she was offended. She was a great drunk. There is no way that he could tell how drunk she was. He was now clearly just making stuff up.
“I don’t know who told you that, but I was not drunk. I’m a professional. Okay, I might’ve interrupted your meeting. And fine, my tiny brewery doesn’t match up to your faceless mega corporation friends. But the day that a shot or two makes me drunk is the day that I’ll start putting up with men as full of themselves as you,” she said with a smile sure that she would get the last word.
“Touché Ms. Reeder. I’m starting to get a sense of why he chose you.”
Cara froze hearing his words. “A sense that who chose me? Mr. Charles?”
“Oh, God no. He hated you. He spent the rest of our meeting apologizing for allowing you to interrupt us.”
Cara decided that he was now just being mean.
“No, I’m talking about Mars.”
Cara searched her mind. “The planet?”
Brik laughed. “No, the man you spent last night having sex with.”
Cara’s muscles jolted in response. What did he know about that, and how did he know it?
“Oh, wait,” Brik said reading Cara’s reaction. “You didn’t even know his name, did you?” Brik chuckled. “Well done, Ms. Reeder. Well done.”
“I’m sorry, who the hell are you again?” Cara said getting serious.
“As I said, my name is…”
“Brik Evander. Yes, I got that. I mean, who the hell are you to talk to me like this?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you, Ms. Reeder.”
“Then what the hell are you here doing?”
“I’m here trying to offer you a job.”
“You’re what?”
“I have canceled a few very important meetings so that I could search you out and offer you a job,” Brik said with a smile.
“I can’t tell, are you being serious?” Cara asked suspiciously.
“Ms. Reeder, I don’t joke about business.”
Cara stared at the good looking man unsure what she should believe. This had to be the biggest load of bullshit that she’d ever seen. But what if it wasn’t?
“So, you want to offer me a job? As what, a sale
sperson?” She asked assuming her aggressive style had impressed him.
“Actually, no. I would like to offer you a job as a muse.”
“A muse? What the hell does that mean?”
“Mars…”
“Who?” Cara asked getting a little confused.
“The man who wrapped your ankles around the back of your neck last night.”
“Alright there!” Cara said hearing tension in his tone. “No need to get aggressive.”
Brik tightened his lips and gathered himself before continuing. “Yes. Mars Templer is the gentleman that you encountered yesterday. Mars is here because recently I invested in a company with him. He is a clothing designer and unfortunately, ever since we signed the papers, he has been creatively blocked.
“He was blocked, that is, until after the night he spent with you. It seems that after leaving your room, he returned to the studio I set up for him. Working throughout the night, he made the first dress that he has made in months. So, in the hopes that you might be able to further inspire his creativity, I would like to hire you as his muse.”
If Brik had given Cara a thousand guesses, she still wouldn’t have come up with this. She was stunned.
“So you want to hire me to have sex with your friend?”
Brik looked at Cara shocked. “No. Oh, God no. In fact, this is me asking you not to have sex with him again. Please, don’t have sex with him again. Don’t do it.”
Cara didn’t like his tone. “First of all, are you trying to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do with my body?”
Brik stared at Cara horrified. “No! I’m just saying that I am offering you a job to be a muse to my clothing designer, and that I’m not trying to hire you to have sex with him.”
Cara looked at Brik suspiciously. “So you’re telling me that you wanna hire me to inspire your clothing designer but you don’t want me to have sex with him?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” Brik said relaxing as the tension between the two recessed.
Cara remained silent as she evaluated the man standing in front of her. There was a part of her screaming that this was a joke, but she believed Brik. Why would someone make up something so outrageous? As wild as the whole thing was, Cara decided that it was legit.