I thrust deep into her mouth. She gags a little but adjusts quickly to my massive and pulsing cock.
Nearing my orgasm, I grab her hair and force her all way down to my base. Her tongue flicks out and licks my base.
I start riding her face hard and fast. I’m ready to explode into my beautiful Sofie. Volcano-like, I erupt and I feel myself pump cum deep into her.
She swallows every drop. And when I pull out, the last of my creamy cum spurts onto her bare chest, and I watch it roll down the gap between her breasts.
Elijah
Sofie bends over me and licks every last bit of my white creamy cum off me. Her tongue’s slow and sensuous. Her eyes are focused on me. She reminds me of a puppy looking for approval.
I use my fingers to clean her breasts where some of my creamy white cum has left its mark. I follow the trail from the middle of her chest right to between her breasts. Once I’m in the vicinity of those exquisite tits, my fingers accidentally finding their way to her rock hard nipples.
In my mind, there’s a reply of her nipples pressed against the inside window of the jet as I’m fucking her from behind.
What had Oliver complained about the other day? Something about me setting the bar high? How true. I’ve even set the bar pretty high for myself.
Briefly, I pinch and pull those rosebud nipples of hers. They seem to become razor sharp, begging for more.
Her moan confirming she’s enjoying her first order of the day.
My lips are drawn to her. I see her part her own in anticipation of what’s going to happen.
Instead of meeting her mouth, I pull my hand out from inside her bra. I hold my index finger up to her mouth and she wraps her tongue around it. Gently, she sucks on it and then releases with a loud pop.
Now I do come down on her, hard and fast. She digs her fingers into my thigh as my lips crush hers and my tongue forces entry to tango with her tongue.
I’m completely lost in our lip lock.
When I pull away, I notice she’s breathing hard and fast. I’m not much different.
Time to stop what we’re doing.
“Excellent work Sofie,” swiftly I pack my manhood away and smile at her. If I’m not careful, my fucking cock will be ready to keep going.
As much as I want to keep fucking her, there are meetings I simply cannot get out of today. Any further pleasurable activity will have to wait for another place and time.
“Thank you,” Sofie replies and oozes obedience.
For a moment, I imagine what she might look like in a maid’s uniform.
My imagination is working overtime. I picture fucking her at the photocopier, in the boardroom and the elevator.
Fucking bitch is messing up my brain so bad I might need some serious therapy.
Snap out of it, I tell myself and put my brain back in charge, relieving my dick from that duty.
I feast on her ass as she walks back to my desk.
Fuck, she’s got a fucking hot ass. Wouldn’t it be great if I could just throw her over my knees and give her a severe spanking before I fuck her again? Feelings of pure animalistic lust threaten to grab a hold of me.
Eli, Eli, stop straying off the path.
I shake my head a little to stop myself galloping down another imaginary wild sex romp.
Work. Eli, you need to focus on work.
Positive self-motivational talk. I’m an expert. I know how to do that stuff in my fucking sleep.
“Now then,” I pull my chair a little closer to my desk. Wouldn’t it be fucking awesome to have her naked body draped over my desk and ride her hard and fast?
“Yes?”
I clear my throat. I really need to get back to practicing my self-motivational shit to keep me on task.
“Here’s your project for the day.” I point to a pile of manila folders.
Sofie nods and reaches over to grab them. In the process, I see right between her breasts again and it takes all my inner strength not to reach out and cup those delicious tits of hers.
“Come and see me if you’ve got any questions.”
She nods and smiles a wicked smile.
“I’ll be sure to see you if I need to...” she does not finish the sentence, the unsaid words tucking on my insides. Seems someone else is pretty good at wielding words to suit her purpose.
Perhaps I should get her a desk in my office? It’s fucking big enough.
I watch her ass wiggle right out of my space. When she closes the door, I lean back in my chair and sigh.
I can’t fucking keep going like this.
Sofie...Sofie...Sofie. She’s become the center of my attention, my universe.
Every part of me is obsessed with the woman. She is intoxicating.
I toy with pouring myself a drink but dismiss the idea before I’ve even finished thinking it.
Alcohol is not going to replace Sofie.
Fuck.
I stand and pace the length of my office. If there were more time, I’d head to the gym for a full body work out. Nothing like punishing your body to get your mind back on task. But I’ve got an important meeting in fifteen.
Up and down I stride, thoughts straying here, there and everywhere.
Who’d have thought it? I, Elijah, co-owner of a multi-billion dollar company, ruthless businessman, was turning into a bumbling idiot over a woman.
Of course, the biggest problem in all of this is the other two. Not the other two women, but the other two men who are interested in the same woman as I am.
The sparring session with Oliver the other days leaves me under no illusion what he’s thinking about Sofie.
Sofie.
Everywhere I turn she’s there, bigger than life-size.
What had Oliver said? Do we even know she’s real?
Absolutely fucking real.
If Oliver and I have caught the Sofie bug pretty bad, Lucas will have been infected with the same affliction.
Three men, one woman, and a movie script or plot for a book but not a real-life situation.
I sigh. My insides squirm. Would it really work?
Fucking the same chick as your best mates and business partners is one thing, getting serious with the same chick and them is something else.
But, I’m getting serious. I know I’m getting serious. I want more, so much more.
I want to have Sofie next to me when I wake up in the morning. I want her smile to be the last thing I see when I got to bed just before I fall asleep and I want to be with her when I’m eating lunch. I just want to be with her all the time.
The more I think about it, the more determined I become. A house, I want to buy a house with her and have her move in.
As soon as the thought is finished, I want to start researching. Of course, I still have not solved the problem of the other two men.
Fucking hell. How’s this going to work out?
There’s no way it can affect our friendship and business. We’ve known each other for too long.
My mind is unable to really get a handle on what it would look like in real life.
I stop in front of my personal library. It’s really a book shelve, but I like to call it my own library, makes me feel more distinguished.
Books have helped me with most of the problems I’ve faced in life. Because of books, I am where I am.
Aristotle and I wrestle with philosophical questions, while Einstein and I work on quantum physics. The Dalai Lama adds a holistic spiritual dimension to my life and Kant teaches me about the mind.
Kant’s so right with his belief that the mind is a complex set of abilities —abilities to perform multiple tasks.
My fingers pull out a book at random. They turn the pages but my mind’s not focused on anything particular.
Words blur in front of my eyes. Would this be the first time books let me down?
Meditation.
A calm mind is a more powerful mind. Perhaps when I’m in a calmer state, I’ll be able to solve the problem.
It’s as if I’m possessed by Sofie.
Witchcraft. Perhaps I need to read about witchcraft.
Of course, the idea is absurd and I dismiss it. A chuckle takes a hold of me.
It’s those piano fingers of Sofie that have taken a hold of me. And not just the obvious part, no, she’s taken a hold of all of me.
She’s caressed me, grabbed my heart to caress and squeeze it gently and she’s not letting go.
There’s something inspiring about her. Not only is she super gorgeous and a fantastic fuck, she’s interesting, witty, has a great sense of humor and she’s smart. You don’t find a woman like that every day.
I sigh and put the book back.
I won’t find answers to my questions in a book.
I mean, who has written on the topic of three successful businessmen falling for the same bewitching woman? And what to do about it?
No author comes to mind.
Is there a market for such a book?
I cannot help but chuckle at my own silly thought, businessman through and through.
Sofie.
My mind’s obsessed with Sofie.
Sofie
I groan and arch my body a little backward. This feels good.
Fuck. It makes me feel alive.
Little beads of sweat are rolling down my back, pooling in that groove just above my butt.
It is one of my most erotic places. I love it.
Now I moan.
Fuck this is pure fucking torture.
Jogging is one of those activities I love to hate. I love it because it keeps me fit and in shape but I hate it because after twenty minutes of pounding, the pavement I’m starting to feel it.
Thinking about some of my marathon sex dates, I’ll need all the fucking stamina I can get.
I speed up a little.
“Hey.” Chloe’s puffing hard next to me and struggling a little to keep up. “Where’s the fire?”
I laugh.
“Come on slow pow. Keep up.”
And with those words, I get a little faster again.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought it’s a steam engine chasing me but I know it’s Chloe.
She used to be a lot fitter — I wonder what’s happened to her? Come to think of it, I used to struggle to keep up with her. Has my fucking three guys really helped me increase my stamina and beat Chloe at our daily runs?
Or is there something else?
My thoughts are rummaging around, but I can’t quite pinpoint what’s going on.
Could it be that I haven’t asked Chloe what’s going on in her life? Am I turning into one of those selfish friends?
The thought is pushed aside before it’s even finished.
No fucking way.
I know my BFF is just fine.
“So,” Chloe huffs next to me. A quick glance confirms she’s redder than a beetroot right now.
“How was the date with,” more huffing and puffing, “Elijah and—” Now she sounds like a steam engine going uphill.
“And the other two?”
Should I ask her if everything was all right? Surely she would tell me if something was wrong? Was she sick?
Or, I ponder my friend’s possible problems for another microsecond before I answer her question.
“Elijah’s just fucking amazing,” I gush and pictures of his massive fucking cock entering me come straight to mind. The way his hands play with my nipples and massage my ass.
“You okay?” Chloe shoots me a sideways glance.
“Fine. Why?”
Chloe shrugs.
“I thought you moaned in pain.”
Oops.
“No more pain than usual after almost thirty minutes of running. Anyway back to the boys,” I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.
“I just don’t know what to do.”
I can’t tell but I wouldn’t be surprised if Chloe just rolled her eyes.
“Do tell,” she says and I think I’m detecting a little something other than BFF vibes. Was she jealous? It was not in Chloe’s nature to be jealous.
“Well,” I reply and decide to ask what’s biting her before we get home. “Elijah’s everything I would want in a guy. He’s smart, witty, super clever, extremely good looking and has a massive...”
“S T O P.” Chloe almost shouts at me. She’s holding up her right hand.
“I don’t need to know and I don’t want to know how fucking big his dick is.”
I laugh and she joins me.
“Seriously,” she mumbles after a few seconds of silence. “Is it really big?”
I wrestle with my inner self. Should I be truthful or tell a little white lie?
“It’s massive,” I finally confess. I can’t lie. She’d know if I was lying and I was not going to be the kind of friend to lie to her.
Now she’s laughing as well.
“But,” I continue. “The real problem is I’m still not sure about the other two. I mean Lucas is fucking gorgeous as well. And Oliver, I get all dreamy when I mention his name.”
I sigh.
Chloe sighs.
We continue our run.
We sprint across a set of lights and make it just as the row of traffic starts up. One of the cars beeps their horn at us. Chloe shows him the finger.
I giggle.
On the other side of the road, we cross the large park. I love running through this part of town. The massive trees providing shade and giving the illusion of being a long way out of the city.
The illusion only lasts while you’ve got your eyes fixed on the trees, the lush green grass, and the pond with ducks on it and the flowerbeds.
The minute you listen to the sounds of the city, the beeping of car horns, the helicopter flying overhead and the sound of a siren of some sort, you knew you were in the city.
I sigh again.
“Life’s fucking tough for you isn’t it?” Chloe sounds different to normal. Was that sarcasm in her voice?
I’m reminded of the line in the movie Anger Management, ‘sarcasm is anger’s cousin,’ or something like that. What matters is that Jack Nicholson utters those words and I’m a total fan.
Was Chloe angry?
“I guess it’s not really tough in the scheme of you know life and death, but for me, it’s a real problem right now.” I defend myself and to my relief, I see Chloe laugh.
“You’re right about the type of problem it is. In the scheme of things, it is minor. But yes, of course, we all think our problems are the biggest in the world.”
I frown.
I didn’t know Chloe so poetic. Was her behavior poetic or what was it called?
“It’s just,” I try and justify myself. “I will have to make a decision sooner or later. Unless they, Lucas, Eli and Oliver agree to share.”
Chloe’s eyes widen.
“I suppose.” She keeps looking at me. “Three guys one girl?”
We both ponder the statement for a while.
By now, we’ve reached the other side of the park and we’ll be back home shortly.
“I suppose they might be ok about it,” Chloe’s now thinking out aloud. “They get on well in business and have achieved a lot together.” She pauses. “And I guess if they work well together in business than maybe, you never know, they might be able to translate that into their private lives.”
I clutch onto her statement.
“Do you think so?”
Chloe’s looking at me again, in fact, she’s giving me one of those sideways glances I’ve come to know from her.
“If that’s what you really want, it might be possible.”
“If I had to choose one over the other, I swear it would break my heart.”
“It wouldn’t,” replies Chloe.
Always so black and white, my Chloe. But I guess that’s what I love about her and that’s why she’s my BFF.
“It might,” I counter. “How do you know it won’t?”
She punches me in the upper arm.
“Because you know from your own biology studies that you couldn’t live with a broken heart.”
“Exactly. Ergo, that’s why I don’t want to choose because I don’t want to have my heart broken because I don’t want to fucking die.”
I slow my steps and start to walk.
It is only a few more minutes to our front door and I need to do a bit of a cool down.
We turn left into our street and as we near the front door, I see someone hover near the entrance.
My heart beats faster. What the fuck?
It takes me less than a minute to realize who’s standing outside our house.
Before we get there Chloe steps in front of me, protectively, like a mother hen.
“What the fuck do you want, Greg? Haven’t you got it into your teeny tiny acorn-sized brain yet, you’re not welcome here?”
I have never seen Chloe so angry before. If I weren’t so stressed by Greg’s appearance, her comment would even be funny; acorn brain, what a fucking fantastic analogy.
“Relax, Chloe,” Greg replies sounding awfully smug. “I’m just here to personally deliver this to Sofie, make sure she receives the news and does not claim it never arrived in the mail.”
He hands me an envelope and I take it from him with a shaking hand.
“Ok. Now you’ve made your delivery you can fuck off.” Chloe’s not giving up her position in front of me.
Greg pretends to salute from his imaginary hat and turns to leave.
“Au revoir,” he calls out to us and walks away whistling.
It’s a familiar tune but I can’t place and I don’t want to think about it.
I wish the man would simply disappear into thin air. Get the fuck out of my life forever.
Chloe opens the door and ushers me in.
In the kitchen, I turn the envelope over.
It’s from the International.
Now my hand’s shaking so much I can barely open it.
Horrified I take in what the letter says.
“Can they do that?” Chloe asks and looks at me.
I shrug.
Tears are welling up and the first one rolls down my cheek already.
“Says they can. Says that I violated the rules of the auction and that therefore I’m not eligible to get the money to go to my charity.”
The meaning of the letter’s starting to sink in.
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