by Kara Chase
But now I can’t even fucking lie here. All
I can hear down the hall…is the bed fucking squeaking.
It gets louder, more rhythmic. This motherfucker she has over has really gone to work on her.
I hear something like a moan and then an “Oh!” from her voice —and that’s fucking it.
I throw off my cover and get out of bed. I stalk out of my room.
I’m going over there to stop this.
No way in hell I’m going to allow this.
Time for a fucking reckoning.
Chapter Sixteen
Vivian
By the time he bursts into the room, it’s already too late.
Lucien takes one look at me, and then bursts out laughing.
Shit.
Okay, so...how do I even explain this?
There isn’t any man in my room right now.
In fact, I’m completely alone. I pretended I had brought someone over just so I could torture Lucien all night long. I wanted him to hear me have sex, I wanted him to hear scream and shout.
And so, I pretended. When he burst into the room, I was jumping up and down on the bed, wearing only my bra and a thong, and screaming as if I was having the best sex of my life.
Not my proudest moment, I know.
Doing my best to hide how fucking embarrassed I am, I climb down from the bed and stand up.
“Don’t you fucking knock?” I ask him in a shrill voice, boiling blood rushing to my cheeks. “You just walk in?”
“Yeah, I just walk in.”
Fuck, he’s still laughing, an amused grin plastered over his face.
Shit, I wish I had a hole I could throw myself in right now.
“You can’t walk in like that!”
“I sure can. I thought you had brought someone over.”
“So?” I ask him definitely, folding my arms over my chest.
I might be dying of embarrassment, but I’m not about to back down.
“So,” he growls, his grin disappearing from his face as he takes one step toward me, “I’m the only person you’re allowed to fuck.”
I simply stare into his hard eyes, having no idea on what to say.
On one hand, I’m pissed at his audacity to think he can actually tell me what to do. On the other, I’m tempted to just submit to his demand.
My heart is racing so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply jumped out of my chest. My palms have grown sweaty, and I’m dizzy.
I feel my knees buckling under my weight, and next thing I know, Lucien has taken another step toward me.
He places his hands on my hips, and without even taking his eyes off mine, he pulls me into him. I hold my breath as he takes one hand to the nape of my neck, tangles his fingers in my hair, and forces me throw my head back.
I gasp as he does it, and then he leans in and closes his eyes, smelling my neck softly.
I close my eyes as well, and the next thing I know, I feel his lips gently brushing against mine.
Completely surrendering to the moment, I take my hands to his waist, and I pull him into me, hooking my fingers on his belt.
I take one step back until I feel the back of my knees hitting the mattress, and then I sit down on the bed. With his hands on my shoulders, he pushes me and forces me to lay down, climbing on top of me like an hungry tiger about to devour his prey.
“I’m the only person,” he repeats, kneeling on the bed as he takes off his shirt, “you’re allowed to fuck. Do you understand?”
“I...I do,” I find myself saying.
What the fuck am I even saying?
Jesus, I can’t believe Lucien has this kind of power over me.
But what do you want me to do? It’s not like I can’t fight it right now.
My pussy is so wet that I’ll be dehydrated in a matter of minutes.
“Good,” he whispers, his lips slowly curling into a grin, “because I think it’s about time someone fucks you properly.”
He lays one hand on top of my right knee and then slowly moving it up to my inner thigh. He brushes his fingertips over the drenched fabric of my thong, and then flattening the palm of his hand over it, he presses down on my clit.
“Ah!” I gasp, arching my back and unconsciously thrusting my pussy against his hand.
“Good girl,” he whispers, suddenly grabbing my thong.
Pushing it against my outer thigh, he simply rips it off me with a sudden movement. I gasp again as he turns me on my back, and then unclasps my bra with a deft movement of his fingers.
Now completely naked, my nipples so hard they’re hurting, I turn around to face him.
I go to my knees on top of the mattress, throwing my arms over his shoulders and pull him into me, crushing my lips against his. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the most perfect kiss of my life.
I don’t know what it is about this kiss that makes it so perfect—all I know is that I’ve never savored lips such as his.
I never want to let go.
As I kiss him, I let my fingernails graze down his chest, feeling every smooth curve of his muscles, and I only stop when my fingers are back at his belt.
Now moving in a hurry, I unbuckle it and push his pants down. He kicks off his shoes, throws his pants to the corner of the room, and then stands up right in front of me.
I swallow hard as I look at him, towering over me like a magnificent sex god. I can notice the outline of his hard cock stretching the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I find myself salivating.
Oh my god, he’s huge. I’ve never been with a man his size...and I can’t wait.
Sliding down from the bed, I go down on my knees right in front of me, taking my hands up his legs.
“You know you want it, Vivian,” he says, running one hand through my hair as he flashes me a vicious grin.
“Oh, you can’t imagine how much I want it,” I reply, my voice nothing but a soft whisper, and then press the palm of my hand against his hard cock, feeling his hardness throb against me.
God, I think even my heart has stopped right now.
Next thing I know, I’m already pushing his boxer briefs down his legs. When his cock springs out, hard and ready, with precum already glistening on its tip, I can’t even control myself.
I just curl my fingers around it, feeling its warmness against my skin, and lean in. Slowly parting my lips, I reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue and circle it, carefully taking in his precum and savoring it, the saltiness of it coating my tongue.
“Take it, don’t be shy,” he commands me, grabbing me by the hair.
Obedient, I part my lips and slowly roll them down his cock, making sure I take in every single inch of his. Not an easy task, mind you—he’s more than ten inches long, that much is for sure.
“Fuck,” he grunts as my lips finally touch the skin around the base of his cock.
I feel it pulsing hard against the inside of my cheeks and over my tongue, and I can’t stop myself—I start bobbing my head back and forth, doing it while I stroke him.
I do it hard, and I do it mercilessly.
For a moment, I almost think of sucking him until he cums into my mouth. I’m about to double my efforts, hell bent on doing it, when he grabs me by the hair again and pulls me back.
“Don’t even think about it,” he whispers, forcing me to look up and into his eyes. “I still have to claim that tight pussy of yours.”
With that, he forces me to go up to my feet and throws me on top of the bed. Leaning into me, he turns me around and with his hands on my hips, he guides me to thrust my ass back at him.
Now on all fours, I’m breathing so hard that my lungs feel as if they’re on fire.
“Oh, I like this,” he says as he runs one hand between my legs, brushing his fingertips against my wet pussy. “And you like it too, don’t you?”
He takes his hand to my mouth and brushing one finger over my lips, coating them with my own juices.
Oh my god. Have I died and gone to Heaven?
Suddenly, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy lips. I grit my teeth, readying myself for impact, and then he simply thrusts.
I can’t even describe how amazing it feels. More than just having a long cock, Lucien’s thick as well—so thick I can feel my inner walls stretching just to accommodate him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts between thrusts, the sound of his slapping my ass making even wetter than before.
Grabbing at the sheets, I grit my teeth as I feel a tidal wave of pleasure coming for me. My toes are curling, and I feel as if there’s electricity crackling under my skin.
“I...want...you...to...come…”
I somehow manage to say as I start thrusting back at him, forcing him to fuck me even harder.
“I want you...to come...right...fucking...NOW!”
As I say it, a scream climbs up my throat in a hurry and simply explodes out of my mouth. I’m coming, and I’m coming so hard that I can’t even tell if this is real or if I have dreamed the whole thing up.
“Fuck, Vivian!” is all Lucien says as he rams his whole cock into me, his fingers digging deep into my thighs.
He holds his position as I feel his cock spasming inside my pussy, his warm seed spilling into me in a gushing river of cum. I can already feel it trickling out of my pussy and down my legs.
Seems like I’ll be needing clean sheets for tonight.
“This was fucking amazing, Vivian,” Lucien whispers into my ear, and only then does he slowly start to slide his cock out of me. When he does, I simply collapse on top of the mattress, completely spent.
“It was…” I reply, croaking the words out. “It really was…”
Fuck, I can’t even speak right now.
I’m so fucking exhausted.
This changes everything. How are things going to be different tomorrow? Will Lucien still give up the apartment?
Dear God…will I?
Thoughts go through my head lightning quick, but get snuffed out by sleep.
Unable to fight it, I close my eyes and pass out.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucien
“Another one?” the perky bartender asks me, casually leaning over the counter and squeezing her tits with her arms.
What is it with women and their need to show me their fucking cleavage? I get it, you have tits, and they’re fucking amazing—now move along.
“Yeah, fill it up,” I reply with disinterest, pushing my empty glass toward her.
With a slightly annoyed look, she grabs the Macallan 1926 bottle from under the counter.
I wave my hand at her before she begins to refill my glass.
“Screw that, you can leave the bottle,” I say.
“Are...you sure? I’ll have to let the manager know,” she asks, slightly taken aback.
“Yeah, whatever.”
With a shrug, I take the bottle out of her hands and refill my own glass. Yeah, this is a bottle worth seventy-five thousand dollars. But do I look like I give a shit?
Right now, I’m sitting at an upscale bar by myself. With all that happened last night, I need to get some alcohol into my system. I figure some alcohol ought to help clean the fog that’s taken over my mind.
I mean, shit. I haven’t been able to concentrate all fucking day.
How the fuck am I supposed to read the fucking market and crush the competition, when all my mind can focus on is Vivian’s naked body? After fucking her last night, it seems I can’t think of anything else.
Where do I even start? With her clothes on, she looks like the most beautiful woman on Earth...with no clothes, she looks like a fucking Goddess.
And, yeah, that's Goddess with a capital G.
Her curves are perfection turned flesh, and her skin is so fucking smooth I get a hard on just fucking of it. And the way she smells...fuck, if I could ever bottle that and resell it, I’d be the richest guy in the whole fucking universe.
Look, I’ve fucked more women than I can remember. I went through more pussy than a fucking cigar-chewing G.I went through Nazis in Normandy. If you gave me a million for every woman I’ve ever fucked, I’d be worth fucking billions.
Ah shit—I forgot. I already am worth billions. Funny how life works, uh?
Thing is, I shouldn’t be this smitten over a girl. It should be impossible. Physically, mentally, and even fucking spiritually.
But Vivian...she fucking does something to me. Last night, her pussy broke me, that’s for fucking sure, and I don’t say it lightly. Any other time, I’d already be in my limo with that blonde bartender across the bar from me with two of her hottest friends fucking the daylights out of them.
But now, it seems that my cock only reacts to Vivian.
Even whisky, which I always use as the solution to all my problems, doesn’t seem to do a fucking thing. In fact, the more I drink, the more I think of Vivian.
And then there’s this whole shit with the apartment. I’m torn between wanting to fuck her 24/7 and kicking her out of the penthouse. How’s that for conflict?
“Penny for your thoughts,” I hear someone say behind me.
That voice is unmistakable. I turn around on the stool to meet her eyes, and my heart almost fucking explodes the moment my gaze finds hers.
“Vivian,” is all I can say.
I feel a smile growing on my face—just like a fucking idiot. What the fuck is she doing here?
“That’s my name,” she smiles, taking the stool next to mine.
“Oh, nice,” she continues, grabbing my fucking bottle of whisky and waving at the bartender to get her a glass. “Nice taste.”
“What are you doing here? Stalking me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, big boy. Lawyers need whisky as well. Last time I checked, that didn’t seem to be a privilege reserved for billionaire assholes.”
With a quick grin, she empties two fingers of whisky into her glass and takes a sip.
“I thought chicks like you only drank soy milk or some shit,” I quip, somehow unable to wipe this stupid fucking smile from my face.
Shit—why do I feel so fucking excited about this? People see each other in bars all the time. It’s not a fucking miracle; fate and all that shit isn’t real.
But still—why the fuck do I feel like I’m back in high school or some shit?
“You thought? I didn’t know you could think,” she says and laughs, the bright sound of her voice making my cock twitch.
I steal a glance at her—she’s wearing a tight black dress, sexy but still classy, and I’m immediately reminded how my hands seem to fit her curves so fucking perfectly. I take a deep breath, and that’s just to stop myself from bending her over the counter and fucking her right here and now.
This is the second time today I have to take a breath like that. The first time was this morning, when I woke up next to her.
Yeah, I fell asleep in bed with her, after having sex. I didn’t kick her the fuck out, nor did I crawl out of the bedroom in the dead of the night.
Nope, I fucking fell asleep.
Jesus Christ, we might have even spooned.
Vivian Sweet is turning me into a fucking pussy...and as much as I love pussy, I’d rather not turn into one.
“Very funny, Viv. Where did you learn that? At Harvard?”
Alright, my mojo is fucking returning.
“Totally. Too bad I couldn’t go to Wharton and enroll in that Asshole 101 course.”
Shit, why does she have to be my match in everything I fucking do? She’s a fucking animal when it comes to sex, and she can spar with me verbally like the best.
“Anyway, what the fuck are you doing out this late? I thought by now you’d be back at the apartment, knitting some Hello Kitty sweaters or some shit.”
“Maybe later. You want one?”
With that, she laughs once more and refills both our glasses.
“I just needed a drink,” she says. Tough day at work. Hard to focus.”
“Yeah, I ge
t you,” I find myself saying, lowering my guard.
I can even feel myself doing it. I’m actually talking to her like some human being and not some random piece of ass. As bad as it sounds, I actually have a hard time doing that when hot women are involved.
“It was fun,” she says. She averts my gaze, swirls the whisky in her glass, and smiles to herself. “Last night, I mean.”
“It was,” I agree, reaching for her with my glass.
She does the same, and we touch glasses, this time looking straight into each other’s eyes.
“I almost feel bad about seeing you go, you know?” I tell her.
She tilts her head slightly to one side. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’ve gotten what you wanted now.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Lucien?”
“Well, it’s clear as water, isn’t it?” I know that I’m fucking ruining the mood, but I can’t help myself. “You wanted a piece of me, and now that you’ve gotten it...well, you can just relinquish the apartment.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“C’mon, Viv. We both know all that drama was just because you wanted to get laid. Now you have.”
Alright, shit—that’s rage in her eyes. For an instant, I almost shrink, but then I remember that I’m Lucien fucking Parker, the kind of guy that doesn’t cower in the presence of any woman.
“Lucien, sweetheart,” she continues, lowering her voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
She lowers her voice some more, and now, I feel a threat rising behind her words.
“When this is over, you’ll be the one carrying all your shit downstairs. Mark my words.”
“Pfft. As if,” I scoff, grabbing the bottle and putting more whisky than is advisable into my glass.
I’m getting fucking pissed in here.
“Lucien, I got you beat. You can’t handle me,” Vivian says.
This time, she reaches for me and softly lays her right hand on my shoulder. I’m torn—I don’t know if she’s flirting or getting ready to rip my balls out.
“You can’t handle a woman like me.”