Acquiesce

by CORY CYR

  “Ah, Nic, not Nicola. God, Caspian, you’re pathetic, allowing a forty-year-old widow to run you off. Did someone finally gouge that cold and callous heart? Are you rushing to leave because you're afraid for her or you?”

  For her. I'm afraid for her. I can never be the man she needs me to be. I don't know how.

  “Enough with the interrogation. I'm simply asking to access a ride to the mainland. I can catch a flight from there back to the States.”

  “Sorry, no can do. Acquiesce has rules. I have rules, Caspian, and I won't break them even for you. I'm sure you'll find a way to occupy your time for your remaining stay. Besides, frankly, I want to be around when that hard exterior you wear starts to crack under the pressure of little miss widow. I know you said you didn't fuck her, so then, will you allow someone else to?”

  I'd had enough, more than enough. It occurred to me that Lorraina was envious because of what she suspected I might feel for Nic. Although I’d dismissed everything she’d said, Lorraina knew. If I were as brilliant as I knew I was, I'd bend her rich French ass over her desk and fuck her into an amnesic state so she'd forget about everything.

  Instead, I turned on my heel and left her standing there. I decided two or three hours in the gym should exile any sexual tension I had regarding Nic.

  She’d wanted to pleasure me. A small smile grazed my lips as I replayed her question in my mind. Maybe rather than expel the thought, I should embrace it. There was no way I was going to allow her to experience sexual gratification with any of the Acquiesce escorts, but I had to find control somehow.

  I changed my mind—again. The woman was going to make me mad. Never in my life had I been so indecisive. I wanted one experience with Nic, just one. Fellatio would be our last satisfying escapade. After that, I would be introducing her to another man and the darker side of sexual tastes. Tastes I was positive she would never welcome.

  22~Nicola

  For two days, it appeared Cass was doing a good job of avoiding me. I thought I'd see him at breakfast or maybe on the beach, but both times I’d missed him. I finally gave up yesterday and spent the afternoon in the library, browsing the books, then another two hours wandering the several clothing boutiques Acquiesce provided.

  Today, I lounged around by the pool, envious of the couples embracing, laughing, and probably going somewhere private to have sex. Jealously consumed me because I felt lonely—and like Judas. I was brooding over a man who was fourteen years younger that had no interest in me other than research. I abandoned my feelings for Chris, pushing them back into the furthest recesses of my mind, not wanting them to collide with the new emotions I was experiencing toward Cass.

  I couldn’t do this. I knew it was futile, that Cass was too young for me and I was forcing him into an awkward position by making wayward passes at him. Who am I?

  I actually pressed my hand to the front of his shorts. Regardless of my brazen behavior, he’d been hard and big. I felt a warm tingle throb at my core just thinking about it. That erection didn't necessarily mean he was interested. Chris had once told me men could get hard if the wind blew just right. Yeah, he’d most likely been joking, but Cass appeared irritated and had pushed away my hand.

  I should have let this pass and spent my remaining time in my room. Before I knew it, I'd be home with the comfort of my electronics and eventually I'd forget everything about Acquiesce.

  I finally got out of the pool late in the afternoon after the last guest had gone into the resort. I was somewhat hungry so I decided to go by the kitchen on my way to my room. I grabbed some fruit and a bag of chips along with a bottle of water and headed off to take a shower. Balancing my fare, I tried to open my room door.

  “Need some help?” I heard from behind me. The bottle slipped from my hand, as did the fruit, crashing to the floor. I turned, releasing the bag of chips I’d gripped with my teeth.

  “Jesus, Cass, must you sneak up on me?” I asked, bending to pick up the mess on the floor. He bent at the same time, grabbing the bottle of water. “What do you want? I was just about to take a bath, and I'm tired.”

  He edged himself into my room as I padded in behind him. I left the door open since I assumed he’d be leaving, and I set my food on the dresser.

  “I've decided to take you up on your offer.” After placing the water near the food, he moved past me and dropped onto the bed.

  “Really? I think that may have expired,” I said, turning my back to him. I suddenly felt him behind me, cupping one of my butt cheeks in his hand. The material of this white bikini was thin and his touch scorched me, and I suddenly felt as though I were drowning in wetness. I leaned my body back into him and found his length pressing into me. A soft moan escaped my lips and then I sighed.

  “Does that mean the expiration is null?” he asked.

  I turned around, my breasts touching his shirt and causing my nipples to pucker with want. We were so close, two people about to do something quite intimate, yet he still turned his head to the side, avoiding my kiss.

  “What changed your mind?” I replied as I turned around and opened my bottled water. Sudden curiosity piqued my interest.

  He backed up and sat on the edge of my bed. “I just thought I should be the one. I wanted to be the one.”

  I looked at him on my bed as my nerves began to take over. Am I actually going to go through with this? Jesus, I had limited experience, especially with this particular act. Chris and I had never really spent that much time exploring anything other than general lovemaking.

  “Can I take my bath first?”

  Cass pulled his shirt over his head, and my breath stuttered as his bare chest and abs came into view, then that sexy tattoo. That had my eyes traveling to the tent in his shorts.

  “It's not necessary. I like the smell of your suntan lotion combined with the chlorine. Besides, you want to bathe twice?”

  I blinked in response, not understanding what he meant.

  “Do I need to remove my clothes?” Please say no.

  “For another man, most certainly. In fact, you'd most likely already be naked and in the midst of passion.” He stood facing my back, letting his fingers drift across my belly. He bent his head, and I felt his breath embrace the shell of my ear. “What we do tonight will be special because after tonight, I'm going to introduce you to other men and the seedier, darker side of sex. Chances are the men you'll meet will never want any of those things, but there may be a possibility you come across one. This way you'll be prepared. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. I need to know if you're willing to cross it.”

  A chill ran up my body, replacing the slow burn I’d felt only minutes ago. He wanted to hurt me, but he’d promised he never would. I backed up a few inches, watching Cass as he smiled, all-knowing.

  “I don't know how to start this. I'm sorry, it's just I've only done this a couple times and it was years ago. Did you want me on the bed?” I asked, wishing to sit because my legs were shaking so bad I was afraid they wouldn't support me.

  Cass trailed his hand along my neck and across my shoulders, then spun me around to face him.

  “No bed. Much too intimate. We need to keep this objective. I want you to do something for me, Nic.”

  “What?” I whispered, almost afraid to ask. I focused my eyes on the carpet because I could sense his impatience.

  “Look at me.”

  I tipped my head upward. He had removed the band from his hair so it fell in soft waves down to his shoulders. Paired with his bare chest, he looked like a romance cover in the making.

  “I need you to stop being so timid when it comes to expressing words concerning certain body parts and sex acts. I don't want you to be literal, but use the everyday common slang.”

  “I'm not sure—”

  “This is my cock, Nic,” he said as he slid my hand along his length. I felt my body respond just to that minimal touch. “This is your pussy or cunt, whichever you prefer.”

  Heat flooded my face the same ti
me wetness flooded my panties. Sure, I could say pussy if I was angry and I'd had a couple glasses of wine, but cunt? There was no way in hell. I hated that word.

  “Do you need a slang dialogue class? Shall I go through and explain tits, ass, balls, and such?”

  I put my hand up to him in an effort to get him to shut up. “No, I get it. Penis and vagina, too formal. You prefer street vocabulary. I'm surprised, with your intellect, that you'd find it necessary to use slang.”

  “Only in the bedroom or with likeminded individuals. If I'm out in the academic world, then as a cultured, educated man, I would use more socially acceptable dialogue, but if I'm fucking, or what you're going to do to me right now when you suck my cock, I find it not only adequate, but kind of a turn-on to use coarse language.”

  I was sure I was blushing from my toenails to my forehead as I snorted. It didn't matter what he’d just said because he was right. Those words were arousing and they made me feel lascivious.

  “Tell me where you want me, Cass.”

  23~Caspian

  My mind went blank when I watched the question pass through those luscious lips.

  Where do I want you? In every position possible and ones they haven't even thought of yet. My dick was so hard right now I was dying to just strip off my shorts and begin, but I had to use some finesse, some tact. She almost had a coronary when I mentioned cock, pussy, and cunt all in the same sentence. I honestly had to stifle a laugh. My little one could be so uptight, but there were moments when she surprised me. She wanted to do this, so I would placate her and in the process, get some relief.

  “On your knees, please,” I said, watching her as she ground her teeth and her eyes went wild. Hey, I said please.

  “On my knees?” she asked, her body seeming torn between two emotions, one making her wet and the other causing fear. I walked over to the bed and removed one of the down pillows. Coming back to her, I tossed it on the floor.

  “This is the best position. It will be most comfortable for you and will allow easier access. Don't be afraid, Nic.” I began to slip down my shorts. I almost groaned because I was so relieved to let my cock spring free. I had my back turned to her as she went to her knees on the pillow. I knew she sensed I was nude because her eyes averted to the floor.

  “Look at me, please,” I said with authority rather than a plea.

  She brought her eyes up slowly, beginning at my knees, then stopping at my thighs. I heard her deeply inhale as she continued upward, her gaze landing on my cock. For a brief moment, I heard her moan as she closed her eyes, then quickly opened them again. I would have enjoyed being a fly on the wall of her mind right now because I truly wished to know what she was thinking. Nic appeared to be fascinated with my cock. Her eyes stayed focused on it and nothing else. I watched as she bit down on her bottom lip, sending my cock into hyper drive. We’d best get this show on the road or the finale would end up the prelude with me shooting my release all over her pretty face.

  “I want to touch you,” she murmured.

  Holy Christ, touch it, stroke it, lick it, whatever you want to do. I had to figure out a way to avert releasing early. I could feel the sensation in my tightening balls. If I didn't slow down, prolonging tonight's event, it would be over before it began.

  “I'm not sure what to do, Cass. I'm afraid it won't be what you want—what you're used to.”

  I hope not, because right now, this experience with you is as new to me as it is for you. About now, I'd have any other woman deep-throating my cock and possibly partaking in some oral of my own.

  “Nic, just do what comes natural. Regardless, taking a man's cock into your mouth will be pleasurable; it may even make you come. I'm not going to tell you what to do, not this time. If you want to ask me questions, then by all means, ask, but I won't guarantee an answer because a man is normally on another plane of existence when he's being swallowed by a woman.”

  At this moment, I was internally begging her to touch me. Oh how the mighty had fallen. I had once told her there would come a time when she'd beg for my touch, and here I was at her mercy.

  I moved a few inches closer and now my cock was level with her lips, even as it tipped up toward my belly button, thick, steely, and engorged. Nic reached out and slipped her hand around the base. Her touch felt silky and sensuous, almost like the black tie I’d blindfolded her with several nights ago. A groan escaped my lips as she trailed her fingertips up and down my prominent veins, making me thicker with every stroke. I felt as though she were probing my cock, examining every detail. I almost lost it, literally, when her other hand began to fondle my balls. Even though Nic had a light touch, an innocent, unknowing technique, this was every bit the hand job I had fantasized about during the one given to me by Lorraina the night before.

  I took her braid in my hand and wrapped it around my fist. The feel of her hair in my hand and her stroking me was beyond any sensation I’d ever felt. I wanted to be enveloped by this raw need and let the pleasure override any indecision I might have had about her.

  I watched as the tip of her tongue darted out and explored the mushroom head of my cock. A million explosions went off in my body as she licked across the top, then around the rim. I felt my cock jerk in response to her actions, this motion encouraging me to grip her hands and position them as a fist about my cock. As she pumped her hands up and down my long shaft, she lavished her tongue under the rim, sending a rush of heat through my body. My nerves came alive with electrical impulses as she scrutinized my reactions.

  I could barely watch her because I knew seeing her licking my cock would send me over the brink. I’d been the recipient of hundreds of blowjobs, but I could barely comprehend what I was feeling right now. The pleasure was being meshed together with something else. The professor in me wanted to know, but the man in me already knew, and for the first time in my life, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: fear.

  It would be embarrassing and a first for me if I weren't able to hold my load. The need to come was so strong I had to clamp my jaws tightly in order to fight it off. I suppose my little one had gotten bored by the gratuitous licking and chose at that moment to take me fully in her mouth. I watched as her cheeks hallowed out from the thickness of my length.

  My legs felt disconnected from the rest of me. I fisted the braid around my hand tighter as I pulled her closer. I knew doing this would cause a gag reaction, but I didn't care. I wanted to be fully engulfed by her mouth, warm and wet and currently filled with me. I had promised myself I wouldn’t be selfish, not with her, but this feeling overtook me and now I felt rather self-indulgent with a heavy need to come. I could hear sounds thick with saliva coming from the back of her throat as she continued to suck me, her one hand sliding down my cock and grasping both my balls.

  Nic was by no means an aficionado and her mouth as well as hands seemed awkward, but what she had was desire to please me, and that made it all the better. She had a willingness to learn and her actions currently showed enthusiasm.

  This beautiful woman on her knees in the “fuck me” bathing suit was sucking me off like a pro. I closed my eyes as she continued to assault my dick with her tongue, then take me all the way in until I could feel myself bump the back of her throat. My legs were shaking so badly as I felt that familiar force racking my body. My cock swelled as it filled her mouth and my balls drew up further. I tugged on her hair and pulled her back as I heard the popping sound of her mouth releasing my dick.

  “I'm going to come in your mouth or on your body. It's up to you,” I said, panting.

  Nic had a dazed look on her face as she nodded, and then I reached forward, gripping my cock. A broken cry came from my throat as I pulled away from her, sending warm ribbons of white ejaculation all over her chest and neck. She seemed as startled as I was relieved, and I groaned loudly as my orgasm splashed on her body.

  My eyes glazed over when I saw it dripping from the center gold ring holding her top together. Her nipples appeared hard as her eyes
met mine, and for a brief moment, I wanted to kiss her. I could see myself pulling her up and smashing my lips against her as our bodies collided with my wet and sticky semen between us. Even though I’d just ejaculated, my thoughts prodded my dick to get stiff once more. I felt needy, almost unsatisfied, and I wanted more—I wanted her.

  This couldn't continue. I loathed not having control over my thoughts and body. I walked over to her bathroom and retrieved a towel to begin cleaning myself off, then got my shorts and pulled them on. When I moved back into the bedroom, I noticed she’d gotten up and was sitting on the bed.

  “Want the towel?” I asked, preparing to toss it over to her.

  “No, that's okay. I'll take a bath after you leave.”

  “Trying to get rid of me, Nic? Why such hurry?” I asked, chuckling.

  “It's what you do, Cass. Every time we've done something sexual, you run away. It's as if I'm such a disappointment. I'm not sure why you bother.”

  As I sat next to her, I grabbed my shirt from the edge of the bed and pulled it on. “You didn't disappointment me, Nic. I am extremely satisfied. Did you come?”

  She shook her head. “No, but I was concentrating on the task at hand.”

  I laughed. She turned to me and leaned against my shoulder. Damn, I don't do this. I didn’t pacify. It wasn’t my nature. She'd been trying to change me since we'd met. She orchestrated everything since the first day. She had me questioning a pattern of behavior I'd had all my life. She was turning me into someone I didn’t know, and I hated it.

  “I should go, but I need you to really think about whether or not you want to proceed. These next encounters will be nothing you've ever experienced, possibly never even contemplated,” I told her as I stood and moved toward the door.

  “Can't you stay for a minute or two? Can we maybe talk for a while?” she asked, her expression guarded.

  “I told you before, Nicola. I'm not that man. I don't spend the night, cuddle, or do small talk after sex. I fuck. It's that simple, and it's worked for me just fine. I'm good with it.” I gripped her doorknob so intensely my knuckles turned white.