The Risk

by Branford, Lauren

  Blaine

  Blaine glares at me, as I feel flushed and tipsy from the Saki. I want to apologize for the hot tub, but he steps toward me, causing me to become completely paralyzed. His muscles are smooth and still glistening from the water.

  “What are you doing in–“ I start, but he hushes me. Our eyes still connecting, and I can see that he’s drunk. Still, it doesn’t matter; I might be, too. My feet wobble on the tall, foreign shoes.

  “Shut up,” says Blaine as he presses his body against mine. “I know what you like, Hailey.”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask, but he’s already about to show me. Blaine grabs the base of my neck with a firm grip. He’s not choking me, but I still feel tightly in his possession.

  “I know you, Hailey,” he says, rubbing his mouth just below my chin. I can smell his skin, musky with a light scent from the clean pool water. He tilts my head back, running his hands through my hair.

  “Blaine, stop,” I say though it’s not really what I want. Ever since I first saw Blaine I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I’ve imagined his naked body thrusting into mine, doing what Kyle never got a chance to start.

  “I don’t think you want me to stop,” he says, releasing my hand from his grasp. I take a deep breath; only it doesn’t help. His musk flows through my senses, making me wet in an instant.

  I’m still as Blaine moves toward me still. Suddenly his chest is pressed against mine, soaking his warm, wet skin into the fabric of my shirt. Our eyes never stop making contact.

  “What do you want?” I ask, softly. My knees buckle, giving away my buzzed deposition.

  “I want you to suck on my cock,” he growls. “And look into my eyes as you do it.” My chest staggers with his deep, brooding tone. I try not to show any change in my body, as his lips kiss gently along my neck. His arm reaches for the door, slamming it behind me.

  “Blaine–” I gasp, but that’s all that I can say. My knees are too weak to stand on my own. He holds me in his meaty arms and holds me still inside of the room.

  “I know what you did, Hailey,” says Blaine as he pulls away from my neck. Then his eyes focus on my quivering lips. “I overheard your Aunt talking about it on the phone. You’ve disappointed a lot of people.”

  “It’s not like that–”

  “Fuck other people,” he says as he gazes back into my eyes. “I know what you want, and you need to get it.”

  “Blaine–”

  “On your knees,” he commands. I stagger backward, unsure of what to do. “I said get on your knees!”

  Suddenly, I drop to the floor. The dress squeezes around my frame as Blaine puts his fingers through the top of his shorts. I watch him roll the top down, revealing the deep grooves of his v-shaped hipbones. Then the patch of thick, trimmed hair until I see his cock. It’s beautiful with a smooth surface and a plump head.

  Blaine touches my forehead, forcing me back until my jaw drops. He grabs his cock, stroking it inches away from my mouth. He’s forceful– almost too forceful. However, I can feel the effects of the alcohol working through my mind, lowering my inhibitions by the second.

  I want to taste this cock against my tongue. Thoughts of my parents pile into my head. I imagine how disappointed I would make anyone if they ever found out about us. Then again, that’s also what makes this so hot. Blaine wants it. I want it. What am I waiting for?

  “Suck my cock, Hailey,” Blaine says as he pushes my head down again. I pull forward a little, and he thrusts his hips, sliding his cock between my lips. It’s warm and deliciously salty as I suck on the shaft. He groans with pleasure, closing his eyes, even though he tries to sustain our eye contact. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

  I’ve never had a cock in my mouth, but I’m so eager to please that it must make my performance better. Slowly, I suck over his thick head, bobbing up and down on him from the floor. Blaine’s other hand comes forward and places on the back of my head.

  “Open up more for me,” he insists as his blue eyes open, staring into mine. I nod a little in agreement. My jaw is so wide at this point that it aches. I feel my pussy wetting between my thighs, hot from his firm grip.

  Blain swings his hips, thrusting deeper into my throat. I nearly gag, wincing with each of his thrusts. He forces me head up to look into his intense eyes. This isn’t just about sex for him– it’s about control. I like it, too. It’s what I needed in my mixed up, newfound adulthood. Blaine might be my new cousin, but he’s also the very thing I desire to tell me what to do.

  He pulls his cock back, and I take a deep breath. Suddenly, his arms grab my shoulders, bringing me from the floor. I’m thrown onto the bed as he reaches under the dress, pulling away my panties.

  I watch as Blaine holds them up to his face, taking in a deep whiff of my wetness. His face is serious and heated. Tiny prickles go over my body as my knees knock together in anticipation.

  Blaine takes my dress, pulling it up past by thighs. My wet pussy touches the warm room air, exposed to his face.

  “Fuck, that looks tight,” he growls. “And you shave? Good girls don’t shave their virgin pussies, Hailey.” How does he know that I’m a virgin?

  “I’m sorry,” I say, not knowing what else to do. I’ve been shaving it for years, waiting for the day that a man would throw me on a bed and have his way with tight cunt.

  “We both know that you’re not a good little girl,” he says staring almost angrily into my eyes. Blaine is a total prick, and he knows what to do with me. His thick fingers touch my inner thighs, spreading them apart from one another. He lowers his head down to my wet opening, licking the sensitive skin with his forceful tongue.

  My back arches and my nipples harden with excitement. Blaine digs in deep to my smooth cunt, fucking me with this wide tongue. I begin to moan. Someone might come home and hear me, but I can’t help it. I give into him. His tongue feels too good to resist.

  “I want you to be my fucktoy tonight,” says Blaine. “Is that what you want, too, Hailey; to be fucked hard and good?”

  “Yes,” reply, breathily. He knows too much about my inner thoughts. It’s like he can read a girl and make her feel dirty yet also just right.

  “You want my thick cock shoved inside of your wet cunt,” he growls. “I can taste how eager your pussy is. Tell me that’s what you want.”

  “I do,” I shiver.

  “Tell me!”

  “I want your cock deep inside of me.”

  “Very good,” Blaine says with a subtle, yet devious smile. His hands find the back of my dress, unzipping me slowly until I’m naked beneath him. My pussy is so wet that it pools around my thighs, eager for his cock to slide inside of me.

  Blaine grabs his meat, teasing my hole with his plump head. Then he takes his finger, pushing it deep inside of my tight opening. I feel the blunt tip working through as I dribble along his hand. Once he’s in knuckle deep, he twists, staring into my watering eyes as he does it.

  His finger pulls away, and his cockhead comes back into my opening. Blaine grabs tightly around the base of his thick cock before shoving it deep into my pussy. I cry out as he packs me full. His hips press all the way down. I feel full of his throbbing cock, and he pushes back and forth on my wet cunt.

  “Fuck!” Blaine yells, unaware that he’s fucking a nearly virgin hole. He doesn’t take it easy on me, and I don’t want him to. Each thrust causes me to wince in a combination of pleasure and pain. Within the first minute, all of the pain is gone, and I breathe heavily under his thrusts.

  “Ah!” I sigh, taking his pummels like a much more experienced girl. He wants to break in my pussy just for him. He wants to be able to fuck his new toy when he wants and how he wants.

  “I want you to come for me,” he growls as his gaze returns to mine. “I’m going to push hard and deep until I feel your little body shaking in pleasure underneath me.”

  I want to respond, but I’m too full of white-hot sensation. His cock is the perfect size to grind into
me. I respond back, thrusting my hips along with his, letting him reach new depths.

  Fuck! There it is. He must have hit the g-spot I’ve heard of before. It’s a perfect sensation, ready to bring me to my boiling point. Blaine leans down and roughly kisses my mouth. I love his full lips, so soft and smooth.

  “Come for me!” he demands, pulling away from my lips. His eyes are intense as he stares into mine just inches away. My head leans back as his thrusts become wilder. “I want to hear you, Hailey.”

  His grind is so powerful that my entire body feels on fire. I whimper loudly, as his thick cock brings me to a powerful orgasm. I’m shaking all over, and he thrusts a few more times before pulling out of me.

  “Fuck!” he roars, releasing his warm satisfaction over me. Then he collapses on top of my naked body, and I’m still trembling from the intense sensation. Our lips meet again, as Blaine’s hands move over my sides. His weight over me on the soft bed just feels like another form of control. Never before have I felt this good.

  Good Morning

  My eyes feel like they are burning though both of my lids are tightly shut. The sun is beaming through the window, and awakening me from my slumber. My head feels heavy; too heavy to lift. A slight throb signals in my temples as I stir, lazily, inside of the sheets.

  What’s happening? I wonder. Oh, right, I drank last night. However, I don’t feel that it was a lot. Perhaps my tolerance is low after it being my first time drinking that much alcohol. I move my shoulder, but it feels even heavier than my head. I turn again until I hear someone groaning next to me. Who is that?

  My eyes pop open, and I turn my head to see Blaine’s handsome face pressed against my back. He stirs ever so slightly in a reaction to my movement. How in the heck did I forget that he was here? Last night, we fucked– and it was incredibly hot.

  I close my weighted eyes and give back into the pillow. I’m a little too sick feeling to move and having Blaine’s warm body next to me settles my nerves. I take a deep breath, inhaling his delicious musk before pressing my naked body further into his. Blaine’s arm moves forward and curls under me. I feel safer than I ever have in my entire life.

  “Shit,” I whisper as my eyes burst open again. I just slept with my cousin! If anyone passed by the window, they could see us from the backyard. What if my Aunt saw? No, I don’t think that she did. It seems still too early for her to be awake.

  “Hey,” I hear Blaine’s scratchy voice say behind me. Then he nuzzles against my neck, sending tingles down my spine. I groan just a little and, suddenly, I don’t care if anyone has seen us. He just feels too good to resist.

  “Hi,” I whisper back before turning around to face him. Blaine’s eyes open, glowing in the fresh sunlight.

  “You look so beautiful,” he says, softly. Instantly, I feel my cheeks flush with color as his fingers comb through my hair.

  “I probably look like a mess,” I say as I think about all of the other girls that he’s brought home. They likely all have much more experience than I do, and fucking me was boring for him.

  “No,” says Blaine as his hand comes back to my chin. “I don’t just hand out compliments to anyone for the fun of it; no bullshit.”

  “Thanks,” I respond. I want to say something nice about him, too, but he turns away and crawls from the bed. His meaty body looks perfect in the morning light as I watch him step naked through the room. He picks up his swimming trunks and slides them over his hanging cock. “Where are you going?”

  “Out,” he says, coolly. “I have a few guys that I’m meeting up with tonight.”

  “Oh, cool,” I say, hoping that he’ll invite me along even though I think that his friends are a little scary. However, Blaine doesn’t seem to have that plan in mind. I expect a good-bye kiss, but he just steps tot he edge of the room and stretches his fit body with a yawn.

  “Meet me tonight,” says Blaine. “Let’s grab dinner.”

  “Dinner?” I ask, hopeful. “Sounds good to me.”

  “Cool,” he casually replies. “Meet me here tonight at seven. Wear something sexy for when the car comes to pick you up.”

  “Perfect,” I agree as he opens the door.

  “Make sure you shave that pussy of yours again so its nice and soft like last night.”

  “Okay,” I say, blushing again. Then, Blaine leaves the room, closing the door behind him. He doesn’t seem the least bit worried that my Aunt or any of the cleaning staff could see him walking half naked out of his cousin’s room. It must be part of his arrogant charm that for some reason I seem draws me toward him.

  Suddenly, I realize that don’t have any appropriate clothes other than the dresses he’s already seen me wear. As I climb out of the bed, I search my thoughts and then my wallet for shopping in an expensive town. Will I ever be able to keep up with Kim, Blaine, and the rest of the people who suddenly surround me? Perhaps I’ve gotten in over my head.

  Shopping in Paradise

  “What did I tell you?” asks Kim as we walk down the street of the shopping district that afternoon. “I’ll buy you some clothes.”

  “I feel bad,” I say. “I don’t want to take advantage.” Kim stops us in our tracks and turns to face me with a serious expression.

  “Sweetie, when you marry a billionaire, then you can pay me back. Sounds like a deal?”

  “Fine,” I say with a smile.

  “Perfect,” she says, turning back around and leading us into a store. “You are going to love this boutique. The staff here is amazing, and the clothes are even better.”

  We enter the place, and Kim couldn’t have been more right. The staff are all over me, pulling in racks of clothes, styling my hair, and suggesting makeup to go with every dress. If this is the life of a rich person, then I want to be on board for the rest of my days.

  We leave the place with heaps of bags pouring over our shoulders. I can’t pull myself to look at the bill though I’m sure it’s more money than I’ve ever seen in my entire life. To me, it’s all too much– but that’s how Kim has always been. She loves extravagance and being her niece means that I’ll have that around me as well.

  “How do you like Paradise Hills so far?” Kim asks with a smile. We are sitting in a small French-style cafe. Nothing on the menu is less than fifty dollars. Our table is so tiny on the outdoor patio that our plates nearly hang from the edges.

  “I love it,” I say with a fresh expression. “You’ve been far too kind to me, Aunt Kim.”

  “I think that the fun is just beginning,” she says before taking a sip of her cocktail.

  “What do you mean?” I ask as I lean over the table, piercing my crapes with my fork.

  “For starters, we need to get you a boyfriend,” she says.

  “A boyfriend?” I ask, nearly spitting out my food.

  “Of course!” she says. “A rich one who can splurge on you and keep you in this city with me.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I say while thinking about Blaine and our amazing night together. Not that she would approve. “Where would I even meet one?”

  “Hello!” Kim says sitting up straight in her chair and pointing at herself. “Call me the matchmaker!”

  “You’re too funny,” I giggle, nervously.

  “I’m serious!” she exclaims. “Tonight, there’s a party in the hills. I want you to come with me and meet some of the eligible bachelors around your age.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I say, thinking about my secret date with Blaine.

  “It’s not like you have anything else to do!”

  Little did she know of my rendezvous with her stepson. It’s the type of thing that would get sent me back to my parents’ home in shame. That, above all things, is the last place I want to find myself. Still, I can’t just stand up Blaine, even if our attraction is forbidden.

  “Are you sure that I should go?”

  “Honey, what if I told you that it’s at Liza Newsome’s house?” she says, coyly before returning to her drink.

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sp; “What did you say?” I ask, nearly dropping my fork. “The Liza Newsome?”

  “The one and only– and you’re invited as my guest.”

  How can I pass this up? Meeting a celebrity like Liza Newsome would be a dream come true. Going to her house would be a completely new level of excitement. Plus, Kim is luring me with the promise of rich boys.

  My thoughts flash back to Blaine. Will he be disappointed if I cancel on him? He always seems so cocky that I’m sure another girl for him to fuck will show up with the snap of his fingers. In fact, I’m likely to be in the middle of a long list of hookups.

  “Okay!” I agree with my eyes full of hope. Still, there’s a feeling of dread inside of me that won’t go away. It’s that I have to, somehow, call things off with Blaine.

  The Rich and the Famous

  For the rest of the lunch, it’s nearly impossible for me to pay attention. Kim continues to talk about Marc and the traveling they plan to do. However, I keep thinking about what I’m going to say to Blaine.

  After an hour, I decide that the best thing to do is write him a note. It won’t be anything too specific so that we won’t get in trouble if someone else ever discovers it. However, it will tell him the truth in a few words.

  We return home, and I find a small piece of paper and a pen inside of my bags. It takes me a few drafts to get it right, but eventually I decide that simplicity is key.

  Blaine,

  So sorry, but I can’t hang out tonight. Kim is taking me to a party in the hills. Let’s do something soon!

  -Hailey

  I fold the paper and leave it on a pillow of his bed. Then I leave back for my room, wondering what the effects might be of my note. Will he be angry? Blaine seems pretty possessive. Then again, probably not. I’m so out of tune with everyone in this rich life, I probably can’t see how little any of this will mean to him. What we did was forbidden and both of us know it. Likely, I’m just a fool for believing that he cares at all.