by Tia Siren
He ordered some sort of gourmet salad as the entre, and I told him how my mom started to take me to music lessons even before I could read and write.
“When I was a kid, I couldn’t make my mind up about which instrument to play,” I told Cain, sipping on my wine, “So she indulged me, first trumpet, then piano, then violin...”
“Sounds more like spoiling to me,” Cain said with a cheeky grin. His smile really was sexy and I almost forgot what I was saying.
“But it was chorus practice that I loved the most.”
“You have a beautiful voice,” Cain said, staring into my eyes. His compliment seemed genuine. “And I’ve heard many voices.”
And fucked many women, I thought.
Two waiters appeared at our table. One removed our empty salad plates, and the other brought in our main course. A luscious slice of Lasagna sizzled before me. The waiter then refilled my glass. Had I already had two?
“Do you really have a fuck list?” I asked, eyeing Cain coyly. I heard myself ask the question. I wondered if my brain had sent it to my lips without thinking or if it had come from another part of my body that was dying to get in on the conversation.
Cain chuckled again, almost blushing. “Tell me more about this list.”
“Ah, so you deny it,” I said. “The list of famous women you want to fuck and the ones you’ve already fucked.”
“We’ve already been over that,” he said with a smile.
I leaned toward him and licked my lips. “So, there is no list?”
“No, of course not.”
“So you’ll fuck a woman even if she’s not famous?”
Cain leaned towards me and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you.” He paused. “Even before you’re famous.”
Even before I’m famous? I glanced around the restaurant. I got it. He was wining and dining me just to get me to fuck him. He made me feel like a star, singing my guts out just to get me to fuck him.
“Oh no you’re not,” I said. “I’m not that desperate. I don’t need you to get a career in music. I’m not one of your starlets who sleeps her way into the music business. I’m not going to fuck you.”
CHAPTER TWELVE: Cain
I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Was she really so proud? Were her values really that strong? Most young singers would be capable of killing to get the chance to sleep with me for a contract.
I sat back in my chair, amused at how offended Liv looked. I could see her fighting to control her rage while she twirled the lasagna around with her fork, her blond strands sweeping down across her beautiful flushed face.
She was a challenge, and I wasn’t used to being rejected. In fact, I wasn’t used to having dinner with a woman who wasn’t throwing her panties at me by the main course. And Liv had no intention of sleeping with me? No. She would be mine. She would beg me to put her on my fuck list, beg me to fuck her.
And I would fuck her. And I would make her famous. It was the only way she could be on my list.
“Liv,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You are a wonderful singer. You proved that in the studio today.” Liv glanced up. “Fucking me isn’t a condition for you to get a contract.” Now she smiled, relaxing her body against the back of her chair. “And there is no fuck list.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. But she had stopped flirting with me and it was driving me crazy.
“But if there were, you would be on it,” I said to get her attention. “And do you know what I would do to you?”
Liv glanced at me from under her eyelashes. “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
“I would first kiss you.”
“Kiss me?”
I lowered my voice. “Kiss you slowly. So you feel the warmth of my tongue. Then I would kiss your neck and bite your shoulder, making your whole body shudder. I would brush my hand over those big beautiful breasts of yours and gently squeeze them until you took my hand and guided it down between your legs, your pussy already hot and wet for me.” I paused for impact. “Are you already hot and wet?”
Liv said nothing but glanced down at her hands in her lap. I was already feeling my cock twitch at the thought of touching her.
“And then I would slide my hand up your skirt and move your wet panties to one side, rub your swollen clit with the tip of my finger and make you roll your head back with pleasure. Then when you’re wet and ready for more, your pussy aching with anticipation, I would slide two fingers into your tight, wet pussy and thrust them against that magic spot until you begged me to put my cock inside of you… and fuck you.”
Liv cleared her throat. “But there is no list. And I’m not on it.”
I ignored her comment and continued, my cock hard in my pants. “And when you beg me to fuck you, I’m going to rip your panties off and ram my rock-hard cock into you. And then I’ll ram it in again. And again. And again. And you’re going to squeeze your muscles around my cock, feeling every inch of it as it slides in and out of you.”
Liv shifted in her seat, still looking down at her lap. My dirty-talk was working. She was turned on. She wanted me. “And you’re going scream as you come over and over again. And then you’re going to beg me not to stop. You’re going to beg me for more. You’re going to beg me to fuck you again. Harder and faster. And my cock is going to pleasure you all night long. Liv, I’m going to fuck you like no man has ever fucked you before.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Olivia
I drank more wine, feigning disinterest. I could not let on that he had me panting at the thought of his cock inside of me. I could not let him know that his dirty-talking made me so wet my pussy ached.
I quickly changed the subject. “So tell me how you got into the music business. Do you actually play an instrument yourself?”
Cain laughed. “You really are something, aren’t you?”
And I tried my hardest not to think about all that he had said, all that he would do to me. No. I would not fuck him. I tried hard to listen to him as he told me about his childhood experiences with music, how his father would punish him if he didn’t practice the piano every day. I felt sorry for him as he related the time he got a beating from his father when he had not played perfectly at a recital.
But then he changed the subject and told me how his first fuck was with his new piano teacher at age fifteen. “Those were my favorite lessons,” he said. And my mind returned to the images of his huge cock thrusting hard inside of me.
When we left the restaurant two hours later I was as full as a tick and more than a little drunk. Cain had to hold my hand as we climbed into the back of the limo. I fell laughing into the seat as he fell in behind me.
I sat in the seat sideways, leaning against the door and gazing at him with dreamy eyes. He gave me a smile and then told me to give the driver my address. I was a little sad to do so. It meant our night was soon to end. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to see him drive away, leaving me on the sidewalk all hot and bothered.
Cain blinked at me for a moment. He licked his lips and let his eyes drift to my mouth. I ran my tongue across my top lip.
He said, “You don’t have to be famous for me to fuck you.”
I leaned in and brushed my lips to his.
“Good,” I sighed. “Take me home and prove it.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Cain
It had been a long time since anyone dared me to put up or shut up. But when Olivia pressed her lips to mine and dug her fingernails into my thigh so hard it made my cock jump, the challenge was on.
I told the driver to take us to my place and break all the rules of physics to get us there as quickly as possible. On the way, we made out in the back of the limo like teenagers after the prom.
My hand went under her T-shirt to massage her big globes and rub against her nipple as it pressed against the fabric of her bra.
Her hand slid up my thigh and found my cock, which was already hard and waiting for her touch. She gripped it and moaned into my mouth as her
hand slid up and down the shaft. My hand went to her crotch. I could feel the wet heat oozing from her pussy. The crotch of her jeans left my fingers damp. The air filled with her tangy scent.
“We’re here, Mr. Bohannon,” Tony, my driver, said all too quickly. I had totally forgotten he was even there. I was sure he’d gotten a good earful of Olivia’s moans and my heavy breathing. Oh well, it wasn’t the first time he’d watched me with a woman in the back of the car, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
I dug a hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it over the seat to him. He smiled at me in the rearview mirror and told me to have a good night.
I tugged Olivia out of the car and literally dragged her into my building, past the doorman, across the foyer, and into the elevator. The moment the doors closed, she pounced on me, shoving me hard against the wall, mashing her big tits into my chest, humping her cunt against my thigh, rubbing my cock through my pants.
She was the aggressor, and I’d let her play the part until we got upstairs, where I was the only alpha. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I grabbed her ass and ground my cock into her cunt. Her moans echoed off the mirrored walls.
I was sure the doorman’s eyes were bugging out as he watched us on the security camera mounted in the ceiling of the elevator. I didn’t give a shit. I was about to explode in my pants. I would have fucked Olivia in the elevator if the doors hadn’t dinged and slid open to my penthouse. I grabbed her ass and she jumped up to wrap her legs around me. I carried her that way into my bedroom and threw her on the bed.
“Get your fucking clothes off,” I ordered, peeling off my jacket and ripping open my shirt without bothering with the buttons. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my pants and let them drop to the floor.
My cock was rock hard in anticipation of being in her mouth and her cunt. I took it in my hand and gave it a slow stroke, smiling as it grew harder and longer in my hand. I squeezed the head and little drops of juice trickled out of the slit. She pulled her shirt over her head and licked her lips when she saw my cock oozing for her.
I used my fingers to wipe the juice from the tip of my cock. Then I held the fingers to her lips. She ran her tongue across my fingers and moaned.
“Hurry up and get naked,” I ordered. “I want you to suck my cock before I shove it into your sweet pussy.”
I stood back and stroked my cock as I watched her undress. She unhooked her black bra and her big tits fell free. They were large, milky white globes with dark areolas the size of baseballs and plumb pink nipples that made my mouth water.
She kicked off her boots and lay back on the bed to shimmy out of her skinny jeans. Her cunt was shaved smooth. Her clit looked like a short pink pencil between her legs.
She sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me. I moved closer. She put her hands on my hips and glanced up into my eyes. I leaned down long enough to kiss her, and then I put my hands on her cheeks and guided her head toward me. My cock stood stiff and ready before her lips.
“I want you to suck my big cock, Olivia,” I said. “Suck my big cock good and I’ll lick your sweet pussy for you. Fair enough?”
“Yes,” she said.
Her hands went around to grab my ass cheeks as she opened her lips and let the head of my cock slide over them. She moaned with me in her mouth and started moving her head up and down.
My cock was eleven inches long. I tried to steady my breathing as I watched her take all of it in that she could, six inches or so, stopping only when the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged once and then got into the rhythm.
She’d let the shaft slide slowly into her mouth, and then she would clamp her lips around it and draw her head back. When the head of my cock reached her lips, she swirled her tongue around it, nearly causing me to shoot my milky load all over her face.
I tightened the muscles in my legs as she dug her fingernails into my ass. This was quite possibly the best blow job I’d ever received that I didn’t have to pay for, on par with even Faleen’s magic mouth. When Liv brought her hands around to pump the shaft while her lips sucked on the head, I had to quickly step back, because I was about to come.
“It’s my turn,” I said, pushing her back on the bed. “I want to taste you. I want to suck on your clit and ram my tongue in your hole until you scream.”
“Yes,” she moaned, squeezing her breast. “Eat me, Cain. Eat my pussy now.”
I dropped to my knees and rubbed my hands on her thighs to push them apart. I smiled at the sight of her pink goodness.
She was shaved clean.
Her clit hood was long and thick.
Her pussy lips were perfect. I used my thumbs to pull back the lips so I could see her pussy hole. It glistened with juice. As she breathed, her hole pulsated, as if it were begging to be fucked.
I lowered my lips to her clit hood. I took it between my teeth and gave it a playful tug. She moaned and raised her hips to push her pussy to my mouth. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up, braced on my elbows.
I ate her like a pussy pie.
My tongue slithered up and down, from the top of her shaved clit to the indent of her sweet asshole. I paused each time to swirl my tongue into her pussy hole. Each time I did, it gushed juices onto my tongue. Hot and tangy. I lapped them up like a man dying of thirst.
With my hands under her ass, I used my thumbs again to spread her pussy lips. I stuck out my long tongue like a hard cock and tongue-fucked her until she bucked her hips into my face and exploded into my mouth. Hot juices squirted from within her, filling my mouth like drinking from a hose, washing over my cheeks and chin. She grabbed my hair as she came and writhed, pushing her cunt to my face. It was all I could do not to come with her.
“You,” she moaned, reaching for me. “I want your big cock in my pussy…please…now…”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Olivia
Holy fucking shit… I had never come so hard in my life. Cain had my ass in his hands and my pussy pressed to his face and his tongue in my hole… When the orgasm hit, I literally thought my heart was about to stop.
I reached for him, begging him to fuck me. He smiled at me. His face was covered with my goo. It glistened on his cheeks and he licked it from his lips.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked as he climbed on top of me. His face hovered over mine. I could smell the tang of my juices on his face. I opened my mouth and licked his lips, and then I put my hands to his ears and pressed my mouth to his. I could taste my pussy on his lips and tongue. I moaned because it nearly made me come again.
I reached down and took his huge cock and guided the head to my hole. I brought my legs up to wrap around him. He moved his hips forward and his cock slid into me and didn’t stop until it reached the end of the line. I swear, I could feel him in my chest and throat.
“Oh…fuck...” I moaned. Cain’s was the largest cock I had ever had in my hand, my mouth, and now my pussy. I wasn’t sure I could take him up my ass, but maybe we could work up to that next time. For now, I just wanted him inside my cunt, filling me to the max with his powerful manhood.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked as he slowly moved in and out of me. “Do you love having my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Amazing.”
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me how much you love having my big cock in your sweet pussy.”
“I love…your…big...cock.”
The words came in gusts, pushed out of me each time his cock thrust deep into me. I moaned through the sighs. I dug my fingernails into his back and dragged them down to his ass, leaving my mark on his flesh.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard?” he asked. He braced his palms on the bed and pushed himself up as his hips quickened their pace.
“Yes. Fuck me…hard...Cain… Hard…as you…can.”
I opened my eyes to catch him smiling down at me. He dug his teeth into his lower lip and began pummeling his cock into my cunt as hard as he could without hurting me, driv
ing into me so hard that my big boobs flopped on my chest. I grabbed them between my hands and pushed them together, holding my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
I held my breath as I felt the orgasm building deep inside my womb, primed to explode with every thrust of his cock.
“I’m…coming,” I said, the words heavy on my breath. “Come with me…Cain…come…”
Cain closed his eyes. I watched his muscles flex as he slammed his cock harder into me. He threw back his head like a wolf and howled as he came.
I closed my eyes and dug my heels into his ass. My fingernails left long scratches down his sides and back. We came together, him filling my pussy with his hot, milky cum as my wave of juices gushed out and over his balls and down the crack of my ass.
One more deep thrust, one more quick gasp, and it was over, at least for now. He blew out a long breath and lowered his lips to mine. His cock was still inside me. I could feel his pulse against the walls of my pussy.
“You’re amazing,” he said, breathing into my mouth.
“So are you,” I said with a smile. “Was this part of the demo?”
He grinned at me. “No, baby. This was part of the deal.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Olivia
The next few weeks were a blur as Cain took me by the hand and led me into his world.
“You’re going to be a star,” he kept telling me. “With your voice and my guidance, we’re going to make you famous.”
The VP of A&R at BEG (holy shit, how many abbreviations could I use) loved the demos I cut and wanted to immediately put me under contract. Since I didn’t have a clue about such things, I relied on Cain to guide me through the maze.
We had spent every night together for two weeks, and I trusted him completely. If he told me to sign something, I signed it. If he told me to sing something, I sang it. If he told me to suck his cock while he was on the phone with the president, I would have sucked it.
Eagerly.
Gladly.
Without doubting he had my best interests at heart.