by Hannah Ford
“Red, I’m going to come,” she cried.
He pulled away. “Don’t you dare,” he said. He grabbed her buttocks in his hands and pulled her into him again, and his tongue went so deep she couldn’t believe it, and he was fucking her with his mouth now.
She was grinding her lips, her head thrown back in ecstatic bliss as Red was going to make her come and there was nothing she could do to stop it. A deep, unbearable groan escaped her lips. “Fuck,” she said. Her body shuddered from repressing her climax. It was a deep, internal moan of pleasure and pain and submission to his will.
Time seemed to slow down.
She’d never, ever, ever, felt this sensation—like being on a different planet. A dark, forbidden planet where the stars were black and the air was warm and her body was filled with space and heat and flames.
Nicole opened her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of the mild hallucination she’d just experienced.
“Lay down on your back,” he commanded.
Slowly, because she could barely keep her balance at this point, Nicole lowered herself to the floor.
“Keep those fucking legs spread,” he told her. His voice was shaking with desire and she knew that this was harder on him than it was on her.
She lay back and kept her legs open. Red was on his knees, and he was dipping his head down once more, his mouth on her again.
She was so wet that Nicole was surprised she had any saliva left in her mouth. She thought her pussy must have used all the available water in her entire body. Her head rolled back and forth in total denial of the climax that wouldn’t be denied. “I can’t take it,” she cried out. “Red, please. Please let me come. Oh. Oh, please.”
She’d never begged like this.
It spurred him on to lick her faster, to thrust his tongue deeper, to use his lips even more expertly on every fold of skin, every part of her he could suck and kiss and touch. His mouth worked on her, daring her to come and daring her not to come.
She grabbed his head and helped him to fuck her with his mouth, her hips pumping up to his face.
And then she pounded the floor with her fist because she needed to come and he had denied her continuously.
Finally, she was starting to gasp and pant. Red pulled up and looked at her with a devilish grin. “Now you can come, Nicole.” And he dove back to her wetness and forced himself into her with relish and abandon.
Nicole came rapidly, screaming with delight as his hands rubbed up and down on her hips, rocking her into him, knowing how to make her climax even more intensely with his hands and his lips and his tongue.
Her back arched like she was in yoga class, Nicole’s eyes rolled back in her head. Jolts of heat and pleasure shot through her whole body.
She yelled and cried out like a crazy woman. Orgasm after orgasm. She must have had four or five, all coming one after the other, blending together until she lost count.
And then she was done, and she was emotionally and physically spent.
But she knew it wasn’t completely over and she didn’t want it to be. She still wanted to pleasure him. Nicole knew he’d been holding out for her, and she wanted nothing more than to please him now.
Red stood up and told Nicole to unzip him. Slowly, lovingly, she did so.
“Take me out and put me in your mouth,” he commanded. She could hear the deep need in his voice. As badly as she wanted him, Nicole knew he wanted her just as much. Red was controlled and reserved, but his desires ran very, very deep. His whole body was like a hot, coiled wire.
Every muscle in his body was rigid and she knew that he was exerting tremendous control over his sexual impulses, and that he’d been just as turned on by her during this entire encounter.
She took out his erect penis and slid her hand along the head and shaft, exploring it as he moaned at her touch. He was already slick with pre-cum, which told her that he’d been holding back already. But Nicole knew that without being told.
She slid her warm, wet mouth onto his cock and took him into her, sucking gleefully at his manhood, sucking with force and pleasure and insistence.
This was a feeling that was totally different from what she’d experienced a moment ago. This was her chance to give, to take him into her mouth but to give him all of her desire through touch and through her willingness to fully pull him into her.
Nicole wanted to finish him off this way, something they rarely did. Normally this was the precursor to sexual intercourse, but she wanted all of him in her mouth.
Red sensed this, and as his hips began to move in time with her mouth, she went faster. Sucking, slurping, totally unselfconscious now, she was doing all she could to give him the climax he needed and deserved.
Red uttered a cry—something she almost never heard him do, such was his control. But that told her that he was done controlling himself and holding out.
“Nicole—baby—I’m coming,” he gasped.
And then he shuddered, his entire body shuddered and her mouth was filling up with his semen. It poured into her, more than she expected, but she loved it just the same. It was sweet and hot and she swallowed it down with utter joy.
As he was pumping his seed into her mouth she touched her privates and quickly had yet another orgasm while sucking his cock.
When it was over, Red just laughed. “My God, that was fucking intense. What the hell was that?”
He walked back the chair and sat down, zipping his pants.
Nicole shook her head. “I don’t know what it was. I just know that I loved it.”
“Me too,” he said.
“I think I need to go to bed,” she replied.
“Let’s grab a shower first,” he told her.
They walked to the master bath together and got in the hot, steamy shower. Giggling and laughing, they washed one another’s bodies. Red took great pleasure in washing her hair, so she let him do it even though she wouldn’t have normally wanted to wash her hair at night.
But feeling Red’s hands caress her hair and scratch her scalp and lovingly squeeze the soap out of her hair when he was done shampooing her—it was beautiful, it was magical and innocent and sweet.
Everything was wet and soapy and they stopped for long, deep kisses. Through the steam and water and touching of skin on skin, Nicole felt that there was truly nothing to worry about. She would never let herself get caught up in petty, silly jealousy.
This man was giving her everything, he would do anything for her, and he’d proven it again and again.
So as she rinsed the soap from her body, Nicole had a sudden urge to come clean in another way. “I want to change my decision on who we should hire,” she said.
“What?” He looked at her like she was nuts. His dark hair slicked back, Nicole thought he could have been a movie star from a different era.
“I think Gia is a better fit for the team,” she admitted. “I just felt a little confused about the whole thing—you know, having a young, attractive woman working so closely with you.”
“Then I’ll hire Rick,” he said, shrugging it off. “No big deal.”
“I don’t want you to hire Rick. I don’t want my little insecurities to affect how you do your business. Hire Gia.”
He looked at her. “Are you sure, Nicole? Because I don’t want to do something that makes you even a little uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine now,” she smiled. “Better than fine.”
Red leaned in for a kiss. “You’re sure?” he asked again.
“More than sure.”
And she was—for the time being.
***
“We’ve had our first leak,” Red told her over breakfast a couple of days later.
“What kind of leak?”
Red sipped his coffee as he stared at his phone. “A leak about our wedding to the tabloids. The Rag, specifically.”
“Shit.” Nicole pursed her lips. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know. It
feels like somehow it must be my fault.”
Red laughed. “You didn’t phone it in, did you?”
“Obviously not.”
“But we should probably think about who might have,” Red replied. He looked at her now. “That wedding planner, maybe.”
Nicole shook her head. “I really don’t think so. I haven’t even spoken to her since that consultation.”
“Are you going to use her then?”
“I’d like to. I just wanted to take some time to mull it over first.”
Red sighed. “I’ve gone on record as saying it’s a mistake to use someone who’s not used to high-profile weddings. She’s going to be totally unprepared for dealing with the kinds of issues we face, Nicole.”
“I like her. And besides, it makes my mother happy, which is so rare. Can’t I make my mom happy just one time?”
Red shrugged. “If that’s what you want. I always thought our wedding was about our happiness. This is our day—your day especially.”
“I know, but part of what makes me happy is making the people around me happy—including Mom.”
Red smiled, but she could tell it was forced. She knew his expressions as intimately as her own. “Sounds good to me,” he said.
“We need to discuss the guest list,” Nicole told him. She’d told him this numerous times over the last week, but he always had a reason not to.
“Just plan for fifty,” he said. “You put down who you want and whatever’s left over, I’ll fill.”
“So if I take forty spots, you’ll just invite ten people?”
“Yes.” He chewed a piece of bacon and then started texting or emailing on his phone.
“Red, don’t be silly. We can’t keep avoiding this stuff. We need to talk about your family. Are you going to invite your brother, your mom and dad?”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry but we’re going to have to do this another time. I need to put out some fires at the office. We’ve got a huge pitch coming up and we’re nowhere close to being ready.”
Nicole groaned with frustration and sat back in her chair.
Red was already getting out of his seat and heading for the door. “I’ll call you later,” he said.
“How about a kiss, at least?” she called back.
“Yeah, of course.” He ran over and kissed the top of her head. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you, too,” she sighed.
And then he was gone.
After Red left, Nicole got on her laptop and found The Rag, where of course the leak had originated.
On The Rag’s homepage, there was an old picture of Red looking surprised and confused all at once. Beneath the picture was the story:
It’s On! Red Jameson Vows to Keep Wedding Date!
Media Mogul Red Jameson and his intern (aka concubine) Nicole Masters have been on again off again so much that we’ve started to wonder if they’re trying to beat out Kristin Stewart and Robert Pattinson for most annoying couple that won’t leave each other alone.
Recently, The Rag has learned that the sexy ad exec and his vanilla vixen have officially begun to make wedding plans again, so we can only hope that perhaps they’ll stop breaking up every other day, if and when they finally seal the deal.
Then again, maybe they’ll be one of those annoying celebrity couples that divorces and remarries multiple times as well.
Either way, The Rag will always keep you up to date on the spicy but confused love life of our favorite billionaire businessman, the Maddest Mad Man we know, Red Jameson. Stay tuned for more details!
Nicole bit her lip and tried to think where the story might have originated. After all, very few people knew about their wedding plans. So the list of suspects was relatively small; her mother, Marcie Tilly, Danielle, and possibly one of the new employees that Red had hired at his company.
But the most suspicious part was that these new stories had really started up again at The Rag since Kane Wright took over. And now that Kane was involved with Danielle, she was probably telling him things about Red and Nicole, and he could easily pass that information off to his people at tabloids. It was good for his tabloid business and also he seemed to enjoy finding ways to needle Red whenever possible.
Nicole knew she was going to have to either broach the subject with Danielle, or she’d have to simply stop telling her best friend anything about her relationship with Red Jameson. And Nicole didn’t want to stop talking to Danielle about Red and their life together—after all, friends told each other things. Without that, their friendship would surely just decay and blow away in the breeze.
She wasn’t sure what to do, so for now, Nicole decided to put it off and focus on continuing the wedding preparations.
Nicole decided that it was time to call Marcie Tilly and let her know she had the job.
***
Marcie was thrilled to be hired as Nicole’s wedding planner, that much was clear. Nicole had had to hold the phone away from her ear when the large woman bellowed her excited thanks and appreciation into the phone.
And now, just a day later, Marcie was over the house, helping Nicole pick out invitations. Unfortunately, Nicole had made the mistake of talking to her mother in advance of the meeting, and her mother had somehow weaseled her way into coming over along with Marcie.
So now the three of them were in the living room, drinking tea and having biscotti, while Marcie expounded on wedding do’s and don’ts and Nicole’s mother adding her own two cents.
Nicole could barely get a word in edgewise.
“I love the color scheme on this one,” Marcie practically shouted, holding up her sample book and pointing to a pink nightmare of an invitation design.
“Oh,” Nicole’s mother gasped, putting a hand over her heart. “That’s like a pink dahlia motif, yes?”
Marcie nodded. “Yes, and it’s so elegant, yet also contemporary.”
Nicole half-nodded. “It’s pretty, but I think maybe something a little more understated…”
The two older women exchanged looks.
Her mother took a sip of tea and Marcie resettled her body on the couch, turning her wide smile to Nicole. “Now, honey, picking out invitations is so much fun and we are having a blast. But we’re starting to run into a major roadblock here with this guest list.”
Nicole bit her lower lip. She felt like a chastised fifth grader. “I know. I’ve been trying to get Red to sit down with me to figure out who he wants to invite.”
“Don’t try, honey. Do.”
Nicole nodded. “I will.”
“As it is, we’re already way behind—we can’t even send out a save the date at this point,” her mother whispered. Nicole couldn’t help but notice how her mother had started using the “we” pronoun an awful lot during wedding conversation, as if she were now just as involved as Nicole and Marcie.
“I know, Mom. Believe me, I’m well aware just how far behind the eight ball I am.”
“We’re going to help you get through this,” Marcie said, “so don’t you fret. I’m very good at pulling husbands aside and giving them a good old-fashioned knock upside the head.”
Nicole’s mother giggled and snorted. “That’s because she has so much practice doing it to her own husband.”
Marcie gave a bawdy guffaw. “I swear, my Harold must have a permanent dent in his head the size of The Grand Canyon.”
Nicole gave a weak smile.
Just then, Red and his new assistant, Gia, came out of the conference room and walked by the living room. Red still brought company employees by the house, especially when they were newly hired. He said he liked to make them feel welcome and at ease, as if they were more friends then employees. He usually spent most of the time at the house in the conference room, putting them through their paces.
Red gave a smile and a wave. “Hello, ladies. How’s the wedding planning going?”
Nicole watched her mother’s eyes narrow as she honed in on Gia, who was admittedly dressed like the office slut. She w
as wearing a black, clingy skirt (that was far too short in Nicole’s biased opinion), a white blouse showing plenty of cleavage, and a little pendant that hung perfectly between her young, full breasts. Her dark hair was pinned back and her lipstick was red and glossy. Even her high heels were what Nicole typically thought of as “stripper shoes.”
“The wedding planning’s going super, Red,” Marcie said. “However, we do have a teensy weensy problem with the guest list—“
Red put up a finger. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this call,” he said, and then the cell phone was up to his ear and he was walking away from them.
Marcie and Nicole’s mother exchanged glances once again, and Nicole felt a rising sense of frustration with the two of them. She didn’t intend on being ganged up on for the duration of this.
Gia approached the table where the book of samples was laid out. Her legs were tan and smooth and—inviting—that was the word that came to Nicole’s mind. Gia’s skin looked soft and freshly moisturized. Her breasts were full and young and perky. She had a tight, athletic body.
Next to her, Nicole was feeling positively frumpy.
“It’s so exciting,” Gia said, her perfectly plucked eyebrows arching.
“Yeah, a lot of stress too, when you’re doing it all last minute,” Nicole laughed.
Gia crossed her arms and nodded as if she knew all about it. “Yeah, well it’s hard when you’ve had a nontraditional courtship.”
“Nontraditional?” Nicole asked, her throat tightening. She kept the smile frozen on her face.
“My sister hooked up with this guy over the Internet and they did it the same way.”
Nicole couldn’t tell if Gia was just young or if she was truly intending to insult Nicole to her face.
“Well, this ain’t no Internet wedding, I can tell you that,” Marcie laughed, breaking the tension. “We’re spending way too much money on it for there to be any confusion. This is going to be one beautiful, stunning affair.”
“Oh, totally—I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” Gia said.