by Eva Luxe
I closed the box and placed the lid back on. Shaking my head, I said, “No, I can’t take this. It’s way too much.” This wasn’t a real relationship anyway. If I took this…then…
“Too much? Being in your company is worth more than these are.”
He wasn’t taking the box. Oh shit. He had to pull out the alpha male on me, huh?
I smirked. “Maybe I can give these to Stacy?” I teased.
“Absolutely not. I will purchase something for her once I see what she’s like personality wise. But this is a special gift for you. And you’re going to take it or else.”
“Or else what?” I sat the box on the mini table in front of us and folded my arms.
“Or else you won’t have a wedding date,” he said, grinning.
Shit, he knew what to say, didn’t he?
“Fine, fine. Kinda pricey for a girl who’s just a fling.”
“You’re more than just a fling to me…”
He placed a finger under my chin and turned my face to his. The touch of his skin was so warm.
“You’re not a fling to me…”
“I should be,” I whispered.
His hand trailed down to my breast where he slid a finger against the fabric over my nipple. I shuddered, and a delicious sensation flooded my panties.
“Looks like I might be joining the mile-high club.”
I slid off of my seat and down between his legs. Unbuckling his pants, I wasted no time getting his cock out. Shit, I saw that bead of pre-cum. I hoped this plane could handle rough sex.
I licked the bottom side of his cock, teasing his base and flicking my cold wet tongue over the top. It twitched in my hand and my pussy screamed for attention. No not yet.
“That tongue should be mine. This should be the only cock you taste for the rest of your life,” Gordon growled. He grasped the back of my head and shoved me down his hardening length. I could feel each painful throb of his cock in my mouth as I sucked it hard and massaged it with my tongue.
Fuck, I was gushing.
I tried to sneak my hand down to mess with my hard clit, but Gordon used his legs to stop me.
“Mmph,” I mumbled out in disappointment. No fun.
“It’s worth the wait, darling. I assure you.”
He began to rhythmically fuck my mouth, the tip of his cock going down to the back of my throat.
Sucking his cock was a new experience. It didn’t feel like I was doing this to get only my rocks off. But…I wanted him to enjoy it just as much as I did. Which was a first for me, because when I fucked, if I didn’t cum, then I didn’t give a shit what anyone else felt during sex.
Gordon flooded my body with new emotions. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for all of them right now. But fuck, this cock was a damn exception.
Chapter Six – Gordon
Lindsey’s tongue and mouth did things to my cock I never managed to feel before. This was different. It didn’t feel like we were at war for dominance like the first time we fucked.
Instead, she submitted to me.
She knew I was the alpha, she knew it was my cock she was sucking.
For once. She was treating this as pleasure and not a competition to see who could cum first.
“God, Lindsey, right there. Suck that side harder,” I grunted, bucking my hips into her mouth. I also tried to keep quiet, since the cockpit wasn’t too far from us.
It was my plane, but people loved to gossip.
Good thing I gave the pilot instructions to knock before leaving his cockpit.
My balls tightened. I had a load to give her.
“So good,” Lindsey mumbled, her hands begging to fly down and relieve her pussy. “Mmph, it’s so fucking big. Nice to know you’re not compensating for anything with all these things.”
I stifled a chuckle as she plowed back onto my cock.
I hissed. “Lindsey!” A thick barrage of cum shot out my cock, and down her throat. She coughed but soon caught up and swallowed the rest down.
Lindsey shot up onto her feet and pulled her dress up. “Alright, Gordon, time to give me some sweet release as well. After all, it’s not the mile-high club unless you go all the—”
I held her hips as she began to straddle me. “Let’s stop it right here for now.”
“What? You’re still sort of hard.”
“I can fix that,” I said, pulling her dress down. It was a shame to turn down such perfect pussy. But I needed to show her I wasn’t just here for the pleasure she could give me. If only Lindsey knew how much damn wife material she was to me…
“You are an odd man. Whatever. But you’re gonna have to satisfy me later for this.”
She bit her lip and sat back down in her seat with a loud sigh. My cock was aching to be inside of her as much as her pussy wanted me inside.
I clenched my thighs and buttocks to help take this semi-erection down. If I didn’t it’d only continue to get harder, then I’d be fucking her loudly on the floor.
Lindsey kept her focus out the window and I took out my laptop to see how things were going at the office. Richard sent a few emails, saying he had a few contracts that were signed that netted us billions.
***
The plane landed four hours later, and Lindsey was fast asleep. I couldn’t wait to tease her about her epic snoring.
“Lindsey, wake up, dear, we’re here,” I cooed into her ear.
“Huh?” she mumbled, sitting up. She probably didn’t know she fell asleep on my shoulder too. “Wow, we’re…here?” she asked, rubbing her eyes and looking out the window.
“Yes.”
When the plane landed, the steps were brought out and a limo was there to escort us.
“Hey,” Lindsey folded her arms and looked at me with her brows down, “don’t we have to go through immigration or something?”
“There’s a special procedure for me. But in short? Yes.”
I opened the door for her and she slid in. “Wow, nice Limo. Kind of wide compared to the ones back in the U.S.”
She looked around the limo and poked at some of the interior.
“Thank you. And yes, Canadian made things are very sturdy.”
“I’m surprised you’re not living here,” Lindsey said, resting back into the seat.
“Maybe. You never know about the future.”
***
We arrived at the ceremony hall inside the Grande Hotel de Pisque. It was a posh place, usually reserved by very wealthy people when they wanted to get married or hold parties.
I remembered that Stacy said her friends were married and coupled up to some powerful men.
“This place is amazing,” Lindsey marveled, looking at the glittering chandeliers above us. Yes, she’d have even better if she were married to me.
Time was running out. But I still held out hope. Lindsey was going to be mine, whether I had to pay her or not. She was the only one I could see myself being with.
That fire…it matched me.
I looked at her again, from her heels to her freshly cut red bob.
“Are you okay?” she asked me. “You look pretty dazed out.”
“It’s nothing. It’s only jet lag. I’ll survive.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, my God, Stacy?! Stacy!” Lindsey hopped over to her friend when she saw her enter into the ceremony room. The reception was going to be held in a few hours, and people were busy scrambling around to make sure things were all situated.
Lindsey gave her friend Stacy a big hug. Then Stacy’s eyes fell on me, and her mouth dropped.
“Hey, is that a date I see?” Stacy asked.
“Well, I couldn’t show up as a third wheel,” Lindsey said. “Meet Gordon. Gordon, Stacy.”
I reached out and shook her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” I said.
“Me too! Glad you came.” Stacy shot a look at Lindsey. “Is this serious? Do I need to start planning to go to another wedding?”
Lindsey’s face flustered. “W-What?! No, it’s not like
that. We’re just friends.”
Stacy looked back at me.
“Well, I’d rather become much more than friends.”
Stacy’s face lit up with joy while Lindsey tried her best to keep her regular cool and calm composure. I chuckled and stepped to the side, so the flower people could finish doing their job with decorating the rows of chairs.
“Lindsey, how about you stay here while I go run off and do something quickly?”
Lindsey raised an eyebrow, sensing I was up to something. “Fine. But don’t go straying too far.”
Stacy and Lindsey huddled off down the aisle, talking about the wedding while I headed the other way. No doubt the wedding would take a few hours, and I knew we weren’t going to be in the condition to want to jump on a plane for another four-hour journey back to the states.
Plus, Lindsey might even want to stay with Stacy a few days while we’re here in Canada.
I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t have a few days. But I shook off the worry and kept going. I was Gordon Glen, I got anything I wanted, and I was going to have Lindsey, no if and or buts about it.
The concierge desk was right ahead of me, they weren’t too busy, but even a handful of customers could keep their profit margin healthy.
“Oh, my God, this place is like, so posh!” a familiar, yet irritating voice squeaked out.
My gut began to tie itself into knots.
So, I ignored the feeling and pressed on to the front desk. For a two-night stay, the total bumped to fifteen grand. I was surprised it was so low for a place of this caliber.
“Gordon?!” that familiar voice squealed again from behind.
I turned around and saw Samantha. She stalked over, her shoulders rocking side to side.
“Fancy meeting you here. Business trip?”
My memories of her were not fond.
Her presence painted a bad vibe on the current situation.
“No. You?”
She scooted up next to me and attempted to hold my arm.
“I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m not single, and from what I remember, you weren’t really interested in me either.”
It was just my money. And she loved it in huge fucking amounts. She pouted and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes.
“And? Don’t you old rich men just fuck and spend money?” She jutted her hip out. “I was helping you! I can help you again too,” she purred, running a finger down my chest.
I turned away from her to sign my receipt and get my room keys.
“I’m talking to you!” she huffed.
“And if you do again,” I said, towering over her, “I’ll call security.”
I walked around her and went to get Lindsey. If she saw her with me, she would harm her, or lie to her.
I popped my head back into the ceremony room. In such a short amount of time the room was more put together.
“Lindsey,” I called out, waving her over. She planted a kiss on top of Stacy’s head and skipped over to me.
“Hey, something wrong? You look…troubled.” Lindsey tapped her finger on her chin, trying to figure me out.
“Come, I got us a room, so you can rest until the wedding begins.”
I looped my arm around her waist and monitored every step we took to make sure Samantha wasn’t around.
Waiting at the elevator, I kept looking around. I wondered what other poor man she snatched up, so she could drink his money down a straw? I tapped my foot and mashed the button to the elevator a few more times.
Lindsey lightly placed her foot on top of mine to stop me from tapping it.
“I don’t know you as the nervous type. Is there something you need to tell me, Gordon?” Lindsey asked, folding her arms. Her eyes glared into mine, demanding the truth.
“No, nothing. Just, some rivals…”
“I call bull shit. But whatever, I’ll find out soon.”
“You will?”
“I’m good at attracting that kinda luck, rich guy. But all that aside,” the elevator bell rung and the gold-plated doors swept open, “you owe me from a few hours ago.”
“I do?”
“Come on, we have a room now. Equipped with a bed. You’re not resting until I get my goodies.” She winked and bumped me with her hip. My cock twitched with excitement. Stepping onto the elevator, the doors began to close. My cock began to press tight against my boxers, and I couldn’t help but give it a little eager squeeze.
A hand flew into the door to stop it from closing, and Samantha jumped right in.
“Sam?” Lindsey said.
Wait, she knew her?!
“Lindsey!” she sang, elongating her name in a tune. She smothered Lindsey in a hug after pushing the button to her floor, yet oddly enough, Lindsey frowned. She didn’t look too pleased. She didn’t return the hug either.
“Samantha, how the hell did you get up here?” She struggled against her hug, while Samantha shot me a toxic look.
That was a threat.
“I found out about Stacy’s wedding through the grapevine. So, I told her I haven’t seen you in ages, I’d like to surprise you and she invited me!”
Lindsey grunted. “I hope you behave here in Canada. This isn’t the USA. Immigration here will look past your looks.”
I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to say two words to Samantha.
But…I’d have to say something to Lindsey. Soon.
Chapter Seven – Lindsey
“Oh God, we’re finally alone…” I shut the hotel door, looked up and down Gordon’s studly body and licked my lips. I squeezed my thighs together as a small tremor raced through my body. Suddenly my panties were wet and my pussy throbbing. What he did to me on the plane…making me wait.
Oh boy I had some pent up sexual tension. Shit.
I advanced on him, sashaying my body and raking my fingers through my red hair. I shivered as I remembered how big and thick his juicy cock was. I could almost feel his dick piercing my pussy.
He started to say something, but I placed my finger on his lips and shushed him. “The time for talking is over,” I purred.
With urgency, I pulled his manly body to mine and kissed him on the lips.
I ran my hands over his stubble, feeling his skin tingle under my fingers. I didn’t know what it was about Gordon, but that man drove me absolutely insane.
My core tingled and thrummed and when I inhaled his aftershave it sent shock waves through my body. The man was a God.
Gordon got the message. He ran his hands up under my blouse and I inhaled sharply when I felt his strong, powerful hands touch and then caress my sensitive breasts. My nipples hardened with a painful delight to the touch of his cool hands against my soft warm skin.
I threw back my head and moaned as I reached into his pants and caressed his massive cock. It was steal hard. It stretched me in ways that no other ever had.
“My turn,” he growled as he picked me up and tossed me easily onto the hotel bed. I grinned as he ripped my clothes off and chucked them over his shoulders.
When I was completely naked, I spread my creamy thighs open wide for his gaze. He looked down upon my slick pussy like a hungry beast. I shivered, then cried out when he dove into my wetness. In our haste last time, I had completely forgotten that he hadn’t pleasured me down there.
Good to see a man who knows his place. Between a woman’s legs.
His masculine lips felt so good and his hot breath tickled my lady parts. I grabbed his head and thrust my hips up, mashing my eager pussy into his mouth.
Gordon knew exactly how to please a woman, that was for sure. He licked and sucked my pussy and clit until I was humping his face hard and cumming all over him.
“Oh God!” I cried out and wrapped my legs around his head. “Oh God, keep doing that!” He slashed expertly at my clit, jolting my body as if directly applying a shock.
By the time I was finished, I felt as if I’d been on an epic roller-coaster.
“Wow, you’re really good at that…”
I said breathlessly as I pulled his cock up to my mouth. I stroked his massive manhood, running my fingers all over his soft, smooth skin. Even his balls were shaved.
I ran my tongue up and down his throbbing shaft. It quickly grew to its full size under my expert touch. But I wanted his cock in my mouth not my hands.
“Ready?” I looked up at him with the tip of his cock right at my mouth.
He nodded, then groaned when I slowly sank my succulent lips all the way down his turgid shaft. He fingered my swollen pussy as I devoured his cock. I loved having his dick inside my mouth. There was only one place I wanted it more: my pussy.
I sucked his cock and stroked his balls until he was grunting and groaning so much I was worried he was about to cum too early.
I popped his cock out of my mouth and guided him down to my pussy. I squealed when he brushed his chest against my naked breasts, causing my nipples to stand up even taller.
On his way to my pussy, he kissed and licked down my chest and stuck one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him. The way his lips and tongue worked my sensitive nipple made me mad with lust.
Nearly out of my mind with lust, I grabbed his large cock and poised it at my entrance.
His mouth found mine and the second he slipped his tongue between my lips, I pulled his cock into my pulsing pussy. I could feel his large cock part my pussy lips and the second his head pushed through, I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his hips.
Feeling his cock sink into my horny pussy was like coming home. I never knew I needed something so bad in my life until I’d had his dick inside me. My pussy literally ached to feel him in me again. His cock was all I had been able to think about.
“Do it! Fuck me!” I cried out as I sunk my fingernails into his back. Gordon obliged, pushing his wonderful cock deep into my clutching pussy. Once he bottomed out, he began slowly fucking me, which only served to make me go mad with lust.
He kissed my neck and peppered my face with scalding kisses as he took his time fucking me good and proper. I pushed my ample breasts into his muscular chest, driving myself crazy with all the sensations that flowed through my body.
Time and time again, he dove deep down into my hungry pussy, his cock brushing against my sensitive clit until I was screaming with pleasure, clutching the bedsheets and rocking my head back and forth.