He removed all his clothes and sat in one of the chairs, his eyes following me closely. I came to the edge and separated my legs, massaging my pussy.
“Put your heels on the edge and separate your legs wider.”
I did what he’d told me to do, completely exposing my mound to him. I watched him as I rubbed my clit, building tension in me quickly, and moaned when the pleasure grew stronger. He was jerking his cock, his eyes glued to my pussy, and it was too sexy masturbating like this for him. My heart was thumping loud in my ears, and blood rushed through my veins when the pressure started approaching its bursting point.
“Put your fingers inside your tight pussy and fuck yourself.”
“Ah...”
I writhed on the oversized chair, quick to obey him. When I inserted two digits into my dripping wet passage, I convulsed hard around them, my walls embracing my fingers greedily. I was so hungry for this intrusion, increasing my speed as the juices gushed out of me.
He was jerking fast, our moans traveling through the air as one, and I was about to come so hard.
“I’m coming, Owen.”
He stood up and crossed the room in two strides, kneeling in between my legs. I came with a scream, and my juices overflew from me. He lowered his head just as I took my fingers out, convulsing hard when the intense pleasure swallowed me, and started collecting my juices with his tongue.
“Owen!” I cried out, feeling too sensitive, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he latched onto my pulsating flesh, licking it like he was starving. “Owen! No...” I tried to move his head away, but he grabbed my hands and pressed them against the chair, continuing to pleasure me.
Soon all discomfort turned into ecstasy, increasing with each flick of his tongue, and when he sucked my clit into his warm mouth, I was in heaven. I let him eat me out, burning from the new-found pleasure.
He was rough, bringing me to the edge with the quick work of his tongue and mouth. I soaked his whole face, my wetness constantly leaking out, and the pleasure became too much. It had been too long since I had sex like this. Though I couldn’t remember a time I had ever touched myself in front of someone else.
“Ah! Owen! I’ll come! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I pressed my pussy against his face, grinding like crazy, and just several seconds separated me from a huge orgasm... “Just like that... Yes!”
I screamed and thrashed against the chair, my body filling with the most delicious pleasure that overcame all my senses.
“Damn. You’re so wet. So perfect.”
He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and put it on him, already back in between my legs. He grabbed my ass and pulled it closer to the edge, and I placed my feet on the carpet. He stroked my mound with the head of his engorged cock, and it was too good. I needed him inside of me.
He circled around my entrance, building another wave of tension in me, and finally plunged inside, burying himself deeply.
“Owen!”
I arched my back on the chair and squeezed my breasts, screaming in pure pleasure. He grabbed my waist and moved my body, setting the fast tempo from the start. He was drilling into me, creating the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, and I was losing myself completely. I couldn’t stop screaming, feeling as if my limbs were turning into a mush and I couldn’t control them anymore.
“You feel great, Sydney. I can’t stop thinking about you. All this time you were driving me crazy,” he gritted out, his breathing labored.
His pounding became stronger, ripping my pussy apart, and I was going to come again any moment...
“Yes! Oh Owen, this feels amazing! Please, don’t stop...”
He brought my ass up, entering me at an angle that sent him even deeper into me, and my orgasm exploded in me, the pleasure drowning me.
“Damn. You’re so good. So good... I’m cumming, baby.”
He accelerated again, furiously pounding me until he abruptly stopped. A loud groan escaped his lips as he ejaculated, his cock twitching inside of me with each spurt of his sperm.
He fell on top of me, caging me with his arms, and kissed me. He was a great kisser, sending all my nerves on fire with just a kiss, and my heart swelled with some unusual emotion. I hugged him, keeping him close to me as we tried to catch our breaths.
Chapter 11
Owen
I offered Sydney my hand and helped her down out of the plane.
The landing strip we were standing on was located on a hill that overlooked a tropical island. The island was green, with tall palms and a white beach surrounding a good portion of it. Down below I could see several houses, but it was impossible to tell how big or small they were. There was a car waiting for us, a Mercedes coupe that was my favorite to drive while I was on the island. I waited for her reaction, but she just quietly looked over everything.
“What is this place?” she finally whispered.
“A little piece of heaven.”
“But…”
“I bought it a few years ago, this business needed an asset, so I chose this.” I had bought this island in the Pacific shortly after Lawson had left the firm and our business had recovered. It was terraformed and equipped with top of the line, tech, so there were all the comfort and technology you could wish for, while it still being a fine getaway spot for a few days. It was peaceful and quiet, with very little wildlife. I hadn’t been here in at least a year, but other members of the firm came fairly often. Which was good, it was meant to be used.
I watched Sydney walk away from the plane and to the edge of the tarmac. She said, “I do love it.”
“Good. We can stay as long as you want.”
She didn’t reply, but I felt that preposition made her feel uncomfortable. Thinking it had something to do with the auction, I took her hand. “Hey, this isn’t about the money for me, do you understand? Sure this is a business arrangement of sorts, but I didn’t bring you here for that. I brought you here to get to know you better.”
And to run away, but she didn’t need to know that. The blackmail photo of the District Attorney was still burning a hole through my pocket. One simple call and that whole issue would be dealt with.
“I’d like that, too, Owen.”
“Let’s go then.”
I led her to the car, and then doubled back to get some food from the plane. The stewardess handed me a picnic basket and a bottle of wine.
“Enjoy your stay, sir.”
When we were ready, I fired up the engine and took off, tires squealing on the tarmac.
I circled the plane in our vehicle and then drove off the landing strip, onto a nice road that took us around the island. I viewed the beach, and couldn’t wait to take Sydney there for a swim.
“Are we alone on this island?” I asked.
“Pretty much. Some staff fly in from California to take care of the place, make sure everything works. But I’ve grown used to it being just me.”
She took my hand. “I’ll keep you company for a few days.”
“Yes, you will.”
There wasn’t much else to show on the island, at least not from the road. There were some interesting caves deeper inland, and a small freshwater pond, but nothing too exciting. Or perhaps it was because I had studied every inch of the island, and it no longer excited me. Either way, I wanted to show Sydney every corner of it. But first, we needed to eat and shower.
Five minutes later I slowed down and left the paved road in favor of a dirt one, following a short road between trees on either side. It had a very southern feel to it; even though the trees were palms. We rounded a corner and my house stood in front of us. Technically it’s the company abode but I had designed it. White with huge pillars and a bright teal door made it feel light and summery, even in the winter.
I watched Sydney’s mouth make a beautiful little O.
“There is a system of solar panels on the roof and around the island, so the house is self-sustainable,” I explained, watching those fuck me eyes of hers grow wider. “There’s Wifi
, a movie theater, you name it. A perfect weekend house.”
“I would say so,” Sydney agreed.
I pulled the car in front of the circular drive way and helped her out. Then we walked to the house. “Go ahead, it’s open,” I encouraged.
She opened the door, as I brought in the basket and wine. Inside, the house was cool and freshly cleaned, just how I liked it, which reminded to me to leave an extra tip for the staff.
“What was it that you do again?” she asked.
“I have a business consulting firm. Well, maybe around a hundred of them, all over the world. Maybe it’s two hundred already, I’ve lost track.”
“Not a bad thing, in this case.”
“Not at all.”
She walked around some more, and then joined me in the kitchen. I was cutting fruit.
She said, “You must be one hell of a business consultant.” I snatched a slice of apple and popped it in my mouth.
“Me? No, but I’m good at finding them.”
“I see.”
I noticed something was bothering her. “Are you okay? Having second thoughts?”
“A bit too late for that, but no. I’m fine.”
“You can talk to me. There is no one around here for a thousand-miles radius.”
But she didn’t reply. “I think I need to take a shower,” she said. “Real quick.”
“It’s up the stairs and to your left. There’s towels and all.” I didn’t want to push her. I realized this wasn’t a normal situation and decided it was better to let her get used to it, as she grew comfortable.
Hell I hadn’t ever bought a girl before either. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was, except for one thing, I couldn’t wait to get her into my bed.
She wandered and away and I watched her hips sway. I remembered what they felt like, riding my cock in the plane. Damn. I needed her again.
I waited a few minutes before I decided to join her.
Upstairs, the door to the bathroom was left ajar, and I heard water running inside.
So she knew what she wanted too.
Good.
Because I was going to give it to her.
Hard.
Chapter 12
Sydney
I was standing in front of the mirror, still in my dress, waiting for him. He came up from behind me and unzipped my dress. We just had sex in the plane, but I was ready for round two, I hope he was too. I watched his eyes darken as he pulled down my dress. He turned me around and held my face in the palm of his hand, while his other hand slipped behind my back.
“You’re worth every penny.” He tasted my tongue, and I played with his, biting and licking his lips.
He had gotten rid of his blazer and was only wearing a shirt and a thin tie. I untied it slowly, teasing him, and dropped it to the floor. I began unbuttoning his shirt.
He kissed my chest, and unclasped my bra. Leaning down he kissed my neck, his tongue tickling my skin. I shivered, and felt my nipples harden against his chest.
He lifted me onto the bathroom countertop and kneeled before me. He kissed my thighs, and I trembled under his lips.
I whispered, “Take them off…”
He slipped a finger around the lace edge of my panties and pulled them down, teasing me as he went. Finally they fell to the floor and his tongue found my pussy.
“So sweet,” he murmured against my mound. I was taking in deep breaths, my fingers running through his hair, controlling him. His hands were around my thighs, squeezing gently. Then he slipped a finger inside. Then another. And then a third. He pumped me with his fingers while his tongue continued to lick and suck my clit again and again.
“Owen, oh my God, that feels so good!”
He continued to thrust again and again, but just as I was on the edge of orgasm he removed his hand and lips from my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I was so close!
“You’re not coming that easy. Remember, I own you.”
Fuck, that was hot.
His lips never left my body, as he began going up, kissing my stomach and my breasts, my neck and my lips. I used my foot to take off his boxers, and then my right hand to first stroke, and guided his cock into the entrance of my pussy.
He started slow, and went deeper and deeper with each thrust. My lips were on his neck, I was biting him slightly. I put my left hand on his ass and forced his cock to go harder into my wet pussy.
Deeper.
I needed more of him.
I moaned, and that turned Owen on even more. His thrusts became stronger, and his giant cock rubbed my g-spot with every stroke.
“Yes Sydney, fuck your pussy is so tight.”
He pushed again and again, cupping my ass in his hands. He lifted me off the counter and I rode him hard, bouncing in his arms. I couldn’t take any more. My orgasm began to crash through my body.
“Yes baby,” he said as he shut his eyes and I felt his seed fill me.
I could barely breathe, or think. I was in shambles.
Falling apart in his arms.
Slipping into the best sex coma I’d ever had.
Chapter 13
Sydney
I woke up in Owen’s bed, exhausted, but warm and relaxed. Sunlight was filling the room, and through the cracked open window I felt light breeze. Seagulls were screaming over crashing waves, and for a brief moment I forgot where I was, expecting to find myself in a hotel room of some resort.
Reality was much better. Owen’s master bedroom was the biggest I had ever seen, with more paintings on its walls and odd sculptures in the corners. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall with tall speakers on either side of it. The bed itself seemed to be as big as my room back home!
How in the hell did I get so lucky?
I turned, and saw Owen still asleep, his body half-covered by a bedsheet. I considered sneaking downstairs, because I was thirsty, and letting him sleep a little longer, but the sight of his body turned me on. I would die of thirst before leaving his naked body in bed without getting some first.
I put my hand under the sheet and gently grabbed his cock. I felt it twitch in response. He opened one eye and yawned groggily.
“Ready to go this morning, are we?”
“Only if you are.”
“Baby, I’m always ready.”
He was right, his cock was already hardening in my hand. I climbed on top of him, still kissing his face, and he slipped into me. Deep and strong. I moaned and bit my lip. He held me tight, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back. I felt his fingers squeezing my skin, and I loved it.
I moved back and forth, not getting enough. I wanted it deeper, longer.
Finally, we rolled over, and he was on top of me, moving inside me, his lips on my neck. I dug into his back, scratching it, moving together with him, watching him sweat, my body tense and pulsing. I held onto his biceps, as he went slower and deeper with each thrust, making me feel every inch of his cock.
Fuck he was huge!
It felt so good.
He slowed down and leaned in to kiss my neck. His stubble tickled me, in the best way possible. His hand was on my breast, playing with my nipple. I wanted more. I held onto his neck as he kissed my chest, and my breasts. He reached down then, his strong hand sliding down my belly.
His fingers found my clit and began rubbing it gently, up and down. He certainly knew what he was doing. I moaned from pleasure and moved with him, feeling him thrusting with passion and force, and his fingers were getting me closer and closer to sweet climax.
I came first, almost screaming, my body shuddering, as he kept fucking me, harder, making me come again.
“I want your cum…” I whispered into his ear.
He didn’t reply, he only slowed down a little.
I pushed him back, and reached down. I took his cock in my hand, and stroked it, watching Owen close his eyes. His hands were holding my legs up, fingers squeezing my thighs. My hand moved back and forth, until he came on my breasts.<
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“Fuck Sydney!”
His body shuddered the way mine had just moments before. He grunted and leaned forward. I took his face and kissed it, my other hand still stroking his cock.
“You get what you paid for,” I whispered against his lips.
He took a shower, alone this time while I laid in bed listening to the ocean’s sounds.
“I’m making you breakfast,” he said, with just a towel wrapped around his hips.
“Sounds good to me.”
I threw on my bathrobe, and joined him in the kitchen, where he was making pancakes. I climbed onto a chair at the counter and watched him.
“We’re out of whipped cream, but there’s plenty of maple syrup,” he said. “And we have some raspberries left over from yesterday.”
“I love pancakes,” I replied.
Now that I’d come down from my high, I started thinking. The past day had been so surreal, I couldn’t believe any of this had really been happening. Things were moving fast. Too fast. It was one of the reasons Owen attracted me so much – the way he got what he wanted, no matter how crazy or ridiculous it sounded. And it was exactly the thing that scared me. Was he honest with me?
Did he really like me, or was I just another peak for him to climb? Another conquest to chat about with his buddies? I had met men like that, who had been with me for the bragging rights.
Owen was totally one of those guys and if I wasn’t careful, I’d just be another notch on his bedpost. But this was business, wasn’t it?
The connection between us felt real.
Too real.
Besides, I had to remind myself that I was there for Declan. I was on a mission! Or had been, before the plane.
The island.
All the sex.
I was falling for Owen, and that made me feel terrible. What right did I have to have all this, when my brother was back home, sick and alone? I didn’t deserve this!
“Are you okay?” Owen asked. “I thought you said you loved pancakes, but I can make something else.”
“No, of course not. You’re wonderful. Too good, in fact.” I looked aside, trying my best not to break down, not to show him my weakness.
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