Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “Business is done for the day,” he said, locking eyes with me after a sweep of my body. “And when I conclude the business deal of my life, I want to celebrate with the most beautiful woman I can find,” he declared with a charming smile that could easily steal most women’s time for free.

  It was a wonder he didn’t just head to a bar. But it worked out well for me, to say the least.

  “And what business are you in, baby?”

  He looked a little surprised at first, his brows furrowing, then relaxing as he seemed to find some peace in my not recognizing him.

  “Guess you aren’t much for business news, huh?” he remarked, pulling out his phone, and in a second popped up a story from CNN to show to me. And there it was, his distinguished face beneath the headline, ‘Aron Wolfe Concludes Military Contract for $4billion’.

  “Now that is a very, very sexy name,” I said, though suddenly I’m finding myself very hungry. Holy fuck that’s a lot of money. A guy that looks this good definitely should not have that much money too. It’s not fair to the rest of the world.

  My fingers go to his tie, playing with it, “So why not a regular bar, huh?”

  “Because you weren’t in it,” he said boldly, his two big hands coming around me to cup my ass cheeks, his steely eyes locked on mine. “I said I was after the most beautiful girl I could find. And this is where she is,” he declared.

  My fingers teased along his jawline as the song switches over and I stand up.

  “Ohh, knowing the future would definitely be handy for the military,” I agreed with another light giggle. It’s not often I meet a guy who is both gorgeous, rich, and can make me blush. But he definitely held that power.

  His eyes only left mine once again as I started to dance, enjoying the movement of my body like only the best clients can.

  “Tell me about it,” he responded after a bit of time enjoying my movements. “That’s what got me where I am, intuition. But this is the first time it’s really paid off in leading me to a gorgeous girl,” he said with approval. “You move like a pro, but you look like a fresh faced angel,” he remarked of me, the big guy sounding a bit smitten.

  Teasing and pleasing a normal guy was always a thrill, but being able to turn a guy so out of my leagues into a puppy was always a rare treat.

  And he looked, and smelled, and felt like a rare treat. Not like those bad boy rockers who are perfectly content to pump and dump into anything with a pussy, not like those old money snobs who think they’re better than everyone.

  Aron was young, hot, and clearly brilliant. No dumb man makes four billion off the military, and my fingers went to the back of his neck, sharing a breath with him for a moment.

  “I feel like a very lucky girl, then. To have caught your eye.”

  “Then we’re both lucky this evening,” he said with that handsome, wry smile of his, his two big hands -- a bit hard, not soft like every other wealthy man I’d dealt with -- touching me. “Say, would you be all that offended if I asked you to just sit in my lap, wrap your arms around me and enjoy a bit of your company more personally?” he asked. But there was no risk of offense in how he said it, trust me.

  My legs were wrapped around his waist before he even finished speaking, my arms around his neck as my fingers went to his hair. I pressed my breasts into his face, making them jiggle against his flesh. “If you’re a breast man, that’s all you had to say, baby.”

  “When it comes to you, I’m finding out I’m an everything-man,” he retorted without delay, those big, strong hands stroking over my smooth skin, feeling me out with great relish. And though he was big, strong, obscenely wealthy and in control, he had a way of making me feel in control. Or at least calm. “But damn if these aren’t the most glorious tits,” he declared, letting his eyes rest upon them as his hands wandered up to cup the pair of breasts in his palms.

  “I thought you’d never touch me,” I teased, pulling away just enough so that we could both watch his fingers dig into the pillowy flesh.

  “I’ve learned how to savour a moment,” he said with that disarming grin, his big, strong hands not relenting, enjoying the feel of my tits, the way the flesh rippling with his fondling fingers. “I was offered ten million for my company just a year ago,” he confessed to me. “Everyone called me a fool for passing it up. Now I’m a billionaire, and I’ve still got my company,” he said with no undeserved amount of self-satisfaction.

  “And the hottest girl in the city in your lap,” I reminded him as I started rolling my hips, grinding in his lap in a slow, teasing manner. My fingers went to his jawline, stroking him tenderly. “What did you want to do to celebrate?”

  He was big, broad-shouldered and apparently made of steel-concrete judging by the way his hard muscles felt through his clothes, but when I ground on his lap I made him tremble a little in excitement.

  “Hottest girl in the city?” He said, a dubious look on his face. “Try hemisphere, at least,” he said with confidence and appreciation, not holding back the low groan of pleasure that rose from his throat. “As for celebration…” he tongued his lower lip slowly, “all I can think about is a way I can get you out of here and back to my place. Even if the attempt risks me becoming another quaint client, overly smitten with you. I bet you get a dozen of those a night,” he said with wry amusement.

  “On a slow night,” I teased back, my fingers going to his hair, nails massaging his scalp. “But they weren’t brought here by destiny, were they.”

  That brought delight to his chiselled features, and he gave me a good squeeze in return.

  “Ten grand to come back to my place and celebrate with me,” he said boldly, without hesitation. “Not to fuck,” he clarified, “just for your time and company.” But his lips grew into a wry smile, “The fucking would be for fun. If it happens,” he said with the confidence of a man who wasn’t used to losing bets.

  I roll my eyes with a matched confidence that I didn’t earn in the same way as him. Oh no, I’d earned that by coming into the strip club five nights a week and working my ass off.

  “You can’t tell a girl you’re a billionaire and offer her low five figures,” I giggled, though my lips found his ears, and a conspiratorial whisper crossed them, “You’d at least need to offer me dinner.”

  He tilted his powerful neck as I teased his ear with those wispy words, and his hands grasped me all the tighter.

  “Dinner, breakfast, you name it,” he rumbled to me so deliciously. “I imagine a gorgeous, talented girl like you will have no trouble wringing more from me over the course of an evening.” He reached down and gave me ass a bit of a smack, a light strike for a man so strong as him. “Twenty thousand, but you’ll have to stick around until morning to let me withdraw the cash. And to take you to breakfast.”

  “You’d also have to pay my fees for leaving early,” I chided him, but I couldn’t help but grin.

  I’d have easily gone back with him for free, and I have never, ever, ever done that with a client.

  “Hardball negotiator,” he said as his eyes nearly shut from the roll of my hips upon his groin. “Mm, but I’m in no position to say no, am I?” he remarked. “Done. It’s a deal,” he declared as his hands slid down to my hips and ass, his fingers sinking into my cheeks.

  Honestly, getting out early was only a couple hundred bucks, absolutely nothing compared to what he’d already dropped on me. Mostly, it was just the embarrassment of going home with a client. I’m not the type of girl that did that, so no doubt lips would be flappin’.

  But let them talk.

  I stood up, reaching for his hand and guiding him back to my manager where they quickly handled the transaction for me getting off early.

  I darted back into the dressing room, quickly pulling on my skirt and sweater before saying goodbye to Juliane, my stripper bestie. I promised I’d text her all the details the next morning.

  She told me to be careful, and I was back on Aron’s arm within a couple of minutes.

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bsp; Immediately he made me feel like I was his lady, rather than the woman he paid to accompany him back. The familiar way his arm snaked around me and rested upon my hip, how he guided me out to his shiny, brand-new BMW. And by brand-new, I meant brand-spanking-new.

  “Just driven off the lot earlier today,” he told me, before opening the door for me, a gentleman to the core it seemed. “Another little celebration,” he remarked with a kiss to the back of my hand before he shut the door and went around, getting into the driver seat and heading us off back to his place.

  I couldn’t blame the man. I’d make sure to get more than a couple of fun new toys if I suddenly found myself with that many extra bills burning up my pocket.

  But soon I found my hand resting on his lap, my fingers rubbing his thigh. Something had definitely come over me, and though it was the money that got me out the door, it wasn’t money that kept me there, touching him.

  Aron flashed me a look from the corner of his view, and though he had every reason to be cocky, he wasn’t. He just looked strikingly handsome and fond of me. And that had a special meaning in and of itself. I’d got the attention of this capable and fabulously wealthy man.

  We didn’t quite drive to the ritziest part of town, to my surprise. But to a section reserved mainly for business offices.

  “You’ll excuse the place,” he remarked before getting out, and opening the door for me in the underground parking garage. “I’ll be moving on out soon,” he said, offering me his hand and helping me out of his vehicle. “But can’t do everything in one day,” he said with a cheeky grin, pulling me into a close embrace for a moment before taking me to the elevators.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Despite my job, and my hustle, I wasn’t a snob. Not on my off hours.

  But was that truly what this was? My off hours?

  I couldn’t really be sure. But I’d never gone home with anyone before, and it certainly wasn’t desperation for the cash. I could’ve milked him dry back in the club. Well, not dry, not in one night.

  But it was something else that made me decide to come back with him. Something far more valuable than cash.

  He took us up to the top floor, where frosted glass office-style doors greeted us. He had to unlock them before leading us in. There, the whole floor spanned out, divided by partition walls, with a very trendy but eclectic taste in furniture. He had a large living room area, dining area, the whole works.

  “Used to be my company's first office,” he said, helping me out of my coat after flipping on the lights, the view a gorgeous view of the city all lit up. “When we had to move to bigger premises, well… I turned this into a spacious little home pad for myself. Don’t tell anyone though,” he said with a playful shushing gesture, “they’ll kick me out if you do.”

  “Naughty, naughty,” I chided him, even as I took a look around. But then my eyes found his again. He was gorgeous. He was the whole package. Everything I’d been looking for and couldn’t find in a man, and then some.

  And he’d chosen me.

  I licked my lips before taking off my high heels, setting them at the door and approaching him. I was a foot and a half shorter than him without them, and it made me feel both self conscious and something else... something I wasn’t sure I had words for.

  But once he put his arms around me, and those big hands came to rest upon my ass again, I felt certain it was a good feeling.

  “Four billion dollars,” he began in a low, husky voice, “and you’re the most exciting part of my day.” It was hard to accept it as mere flattery, not with the conviction in his voice. He leaned in to kiss me, first on my cheek at the corner of my lips, then plush upon my mouth.

  I melted into him. There wasn’t any other way to describe it. His kiss was amazing, and twenty grand or not, he and I were definitely on the same wavelength. It was the highlight of my day, too.

  My arms went up around his neck, my sweater lifting to reveal my stomach as I pushed against him.

  Those powerful hands helped lift me up and close the immense distance between the towering giant of business and me, my weight nothing in his palms it seemed as his tongue penetrated my lips and lashed at my mouth. He might’ve been a business genius, but he was a master kisser, and I got so lost in the feel of our connection I didn’t notice that he’d moved us, and my back touched a wall. A wall nowhere near where we began, but I was too enraptured to notice.

  Little details like that were beyond us as he pressed into me with his throbbing manhood, a thick bulge that put to shame any other man I had danced upon the lap of.

  I had to admit, it was something out of this world. Just the power of his kiss was enough to make my heart leap, and my body tighten. How could he be so amazing? How could I be doing this with a stranger I just met?

  But honestly, the question that plagued me the most, was how could I leave after a one night stand with him? There would be no comparing to the night, I could already tell, and that made me even more heated. I had to make the moment between us last.

  I had to have it to hold onto, forever.

  He was as reluctant to tear his lips away from mine as I was from his, but eventually with a moist smack of our mouths, he did. And those steely eyes stared into mine.

  “I need you,” he rumbled from deep within his chest. With my back pressed to the wall, it freed him up to reach up, tug his tie loose and undoing his shirt. “I need to fuck you,” he declared, the word sounding more crass on his lips than any lewd customer ever could make it, yet at the same time, far more seductive than even those egotistical sorts imagined it was.

  The fact he sealed his declaration with another passionate kiss and carried me through the door into his spacious bedroom, only to fall atop me on his king sized bed, certainly helped.

  I wasn’t going to resist. Hell no!

  I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, even though I’d been trying to play it cool. But with him, that was impossible. My legs were around his waist, my skirt around my stomach just as quickly as he laid me down, and I ground against him with an urgency I didn’t know I could feel.

  We made out with a desperate passion for one another, he was everything an ideal man could be. And to him I was everything an ideal woman should be. His desire matched mine, and he shed his blazer, shirt and tie as we kissed, unveiling that gorgeously sculpted torso of his, those bulging muscles a delight to explore with my manicured fingers, to slip between the ridges of and appreciate what must’ve been at least a few hours of gym work a day for him.

  His pants came next, belt jangling as he pushed down his boxer-briefs to let his startlingly large cock pounce out, thick and throbbing with need.

  For me.

  I was starved for him at that point. I’d never been so wet in all my life, and I reached for his cock, greedily. My breathing was so quick, my chest heaving as I went to the side of my bikini, beneath my skirt, and undid it. I repeated the action, a little more awkwardly, with the other side. I didn’t want to let go of his heated dick for even a moment.

  He watched my display before lunging in to devour my mouth again, hungry for my kisses, my tongue. He pushed his hips towards me, and with a glancing touch of his cock against my naked pussy he groaned in a low, gravelly voice then said.

  “No condom,” the words terse and gruff. “If I get you off first… I get to cum inside.”

  A bet. Just like that. But what was in it for me? Other than receiving this gorgeous man’s seed in my unprotected pussy.

  My nails ran through his hair, more roughly, with more abandon, all as I stroked his cock.

  “And if I get you off first?”

  He stared into my eyes with an intensity that startled me, his dick pulsating in my hand so thickly it made my fingers stretch out, unable to encompass his full girth.

  “Name it. Anything,” he said, as if challenging me. So confident in his own abilities.

  Problem was, of course, that I wanted his dick in me right then and there. I didn’t want to have to d
ream up other things I wanted, because all I wanted was looming over me, threatening to make me cum, then fill me with his seed.

  So I just said the first thing I could think of that wasn’t: ‘you’.

  “I don’t know. A million bucks,” I said, laughing a little. I just wanted him to stop playing with me. I wanted him inside me.

  “Done,” he said without hesitation, either in full confidence of his abilities to get me off with his dick, or because he thought pumping me full of his virile seed was worth every penny of that million dollars.

  It didn’t matter.

  Because he took my hand away and then speared me upon that massive dick. The thickest cock I’d not only felt but seen stretched my cunt wide open as he sank into the hilt and let loose a mighty roar of a moan. The thick, jutting veins of his dick pulsating out, stretching me wider as my labia strained to wrap around his full girth.

  It was divine. There was no other way of describing it. He was phenomenal, and I quivered right then and there. But there was no way I was going to lose the bet. Not only was I definitely not ready for kids, but damn, there was a million dollars on the line.

  Instead, my pussy squeezed his cock as tight as I could manage, even as my mouth found his once more.

  I made him moan with that clench of my cunt, but when he began to pump his dick into me, I started to have some second guesses. His gorgeously sculpted body pumped into me with such powerful thrusts, his balls slapping my ass as he claimed me atop his bed.

  He was an adonis, a greek man-god etched in marble by the feel of it, and his dick was no less exquisite. Filling me up to my very limits as he pounded into me, his chiselled face looking tormented by pleasure as he angled his hips and hit me at the exact, intensely satisfying angle that made me cry out.

  I tried to squirm away, but there was no where to go. He had me pinned, and he knew he was hitting my g-spot just from the way I cried out, and he wasn’t going to relent. I reached down, trying to grab his cock, to squeeze him, to make him feel so fucking good he couldn’t hold back but he gathered my wrists in his hand and pinned me to the bed.