Can’t Buy Me Love: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Madison, Mia

  Can’t Buy Me Love

  Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  Mia Madison

  Mia Madison

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Grace

  2. Hollis

  3. Grace

  4. Hollis

  5. Grace

  6. Hollis

  7. Grace

  8. Hollis

  9. Grace

  Hollis’s Epilogue

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Skin to skin, we laid in the darkness.

  I pulled close to her, spent and content. I inhaled the soft lavender and cashmere scent that oozed from her tresses. She felt amazing when we fucked. But that’s what I paid her for.

  But now? How she felt in my arms right now? She felt heavenly. I only found peace when I was wrapped around her.

  That is what I really paid for.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Mm-hm.” She reached back and caressed my cheek. I felt a blush from my skin in response to touch. “You were amazing, baby.”

  We drift to sleep, and life feels like it’s almost complete.

  My pursuit of pleasure is driven by loneliness. Sex in and of itself is a malleable pleasure. You can dress it up or down to fit whatever it is your needs are.

  My needs… are extremely simple, but getting them met feels more complicated than most.

  As dawn arises, I feel her body pull away from me. A warm breeze of air fills my arms before the covers collapse around me.

  We’ve done this so many times, this girl and I, that picking up her clothes in the dark is two parts art and one part science. She says nothing as she dresses.

  I booked a suite for us. Her personal belongings, including her purse and my companionship donation, are all on the couch, well away from where the magic happened.

  As she is dressed, she disappears into the bathroom to brush her teeth and refresh her face.

  I use this time to grab my phone and look through my matchmaker’s selections. None of the women seem right. Their eyes scream of a loneliness even deeper than mine. That could never be a good thing, two desperately lonely people.

  Two negatives only made a positive in math, the last time I checked. Then again, it’s been years since I’ve been in school. I don’t know what they’re teaching kids these days.

  “Darling?” She emerges from the bathroom, looking refreshed and smelling like aquatic lilies. “What would you like for breakfast?”

  “Have room service order whatever you like, dear.” I smile a pleasant smile. Pushing the covers of my legs, my feet hit the ground for the first time in hours.

  I throw on some clothes. “There’s a Starbucks around the corner. I’m putting my order in through the app.”

  She responds, “Skinny vanilla latte.”

  I arch my brow. “Darling, you put on a performance last night. You need your calories.”

  She blushes, just enough to give her a rosy morning glow. Thanks to her makeup, and the sex we had, she has the false appearance of a woman in love.

  “Fine, make it breve. I’m in the mood to swallow a rich and creamy vanilla load anyway.”

  Her comment makes my cock stir. After grabbing our drinks, she gives me head with swallows of the hot liquid in her mouth. The hot creamy liquid swirls around my shaft until I release the rich vanilla-flavored load she coaxed out of me.

  I should feel ready to pass out again. But I’m up and energized. That morning blowjob made me feel like…

  Superman.

  She cleans me off with a warm washcloth and buttons up my shirt. Dressing me is one of her more intimate touches.

  “Order whatever you want, darling. Relax. I’ve requested a late checkout, so you don’t have to rush to leave.”

  “Awww, baby.” She says. “You’re so thoughtful.”

  We kiss before parting. It’s a slow, sensual kiss, one where our lips grind and rotate against each other.

  I want to feel my soul leave my body.

  I don’t.

  “Later love,” I whisper, before closing the door behind me, overnight bag in hand.

  But there wouldn’t be a later.

  This would be the last time I’d step into a suite with her.

  Not because she’s bad. She’s amazing.

  But she’s a professional. She takes my intimacy personally, so long as it lines her pockets.

  My pockets were deep. But my desire for love was even deeper.

  My loneliness would be sated for the next few hours, maybe even the next few days.

  But it would always returns.

  And I couldn’t keep putting bandages on this deep, aching wound.

  I needed something that would be mine to keep.

  Forever.

  Grace

  “He’s texting you again?”

  “I don’t know. Check,” I told Heidi.

  I was standing at the stove, flipping the pancakes that would be parked nicely in the center of our plates. Gnawing from the hunger pangs pulled at my stomach. I hadn’t eaten since I’d gotten up three hours ago, and I was paying the price.

  “Ew.” Heidi sucked her teeth. “He’s such a fuckboy.”

  “Why?” I asked, mostly to move our conversation forward. I had no genuine interest in discussing him at the moment.”

  “He just is Grace. You’re so pretty and you can do so much better than him.”

  She was right. Bobby was a fuckboy. He did his best to pretend he was a faithful, loving boyfriend.

  But he wasn’t.

  The ignored text messages and constant disappearing acts, especially after five in the evening, were an indication I wasn’t the only woman. I didn’t have to ask or investigate my suspicions. I already knew.

  So why was I with Bobby?

  Well, when he wasn’t busy having sex with other women, he was all mine. He understood my situation, and he did make attempts to help me.

  See, Bobby and I had been dating on and off since I was seventeen. That was the age where things were sweet and innocent. He was my dream guy, muscles and all, but I refused to lose my virginity to him so early in our relationship. That’s when he broke up with me.

  It crushed me, but in the end, I did what I felt was right. I needed to be comfortable.

  But then my parents died in a horrible car accident. Somehow, the brake lines had been cut or destroyed on the car, and one rainy night they went out with friends and never came home.

  Despite our differences, Bobby and I reunited. He’d been there for me ever since. And while he promised he wouldn’t pressure me for sex before I was ready, I knew deep down inside, the compromise meant that he’d disappear with other girls.

  Their accident came within thirty days of my eighteenth birthday, so I inherited control of their estate, and continued to raise my baby sister, Heidi, who was only thirteen at the time.

  With my sister to handle, along with immense grief, I didn’t have time, interest, or energy to argue, fight with, or fuck him so he didn’t have to sleep with anyone else.

  I just needed his emotional support, and his thick arms to hold me whenever I needed to break down.

  Now, four years later, I’m twenty-one, and Heidi’s seventeen, but we’ve learned a lot. We’ve been paying bills, managing our finances, and handling life like responsible adults.

  And my virginity is the last thing I’m thinking about giving up when I’m getting ready to finish my last year of school.

  Because the first thing at the top of my mind is the fact that Heidi’s been accepted to one of the top schools in the country
, an Ivy League she’s been dreaming of. But with our parents deceased, and our estate funds running low, there may not be enough to send her to college.

  Yes, we have money invested in retirement plans for us. And Heidi has a nice lump sum in a trust fund just for her - but she can’t access it until she’s graduated.

  Which puts me in a weird place.

  My trust fund was immediately accessible due to our circumstances. I used everything I could to pay down our mortgage significantly. To pay down the cars my parents purchased. And to eliminate any of their lingering bills.

  But I also used it for my tuition. State college wasn’t as pricey as a private college, but the expenses are still there - and I wanted to ensure I was as debt-free as possible when I graduated.

  Heidi wanted for nothing - and I needed to keep it that way. As her older sister, it was my responsibility to ensure she excelled in school and had the best of everything. That’s what Mom and Dad would have wanted. And I would do anything for them.

  “I don’t understand how you can date a guy who responds to your texts ten hours after the fact,” Heidi said.

  “Mm.” I didn’t have much to say, because I knew where this would go.

  Maple syrup and butter made fragrant steam as we settled before our plates. She slid the phone away to make room for her plate of breakfast. We had breakfast together every morning. It was our ritual, our way of checking in and establishing a plan of action for the day.

  “I’m serious, Grace. You guys have been together for so long. You don’t deserve to deal with a guy who disappears because he wants to sleep around.”

  I cut into my breakfast with flushed cheeks, and parted my slightly chapped lips to evade responding.

  “Hello?” She looked at me pointedly. I wouldn’t get out of this conversation easily.

  “He’s young, Heidi,” I said. “You know how guys are when they’re young.”

  “Sleeping with other women though? When you’ve been together for four years? Why not break up with him and be friends?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Complicated?” Her lip curled in disgust. “There’s nothing complicated about a boyfriend who cheats.”

  “Heidi!” I groaned, unable to deal with her. “Can we just have breakfast?”

  Heidi rolled her eyes, shook her head, and continued eating. We finished our meal in silence, focused on our phones instead of each other.

  Bobby had indeed finally gotten back to me after fifteen - yes, fifteen - hours of waiting. I can’t say I was surprised. By this point, I was just used to it and used to him. I just wasn’t interested in sex.

  Okay, I’m lying. I was very interested in sex, and very curious, but it wasn’t on the forefront. Between managing bills, handling my little sister, and doing my best to give her something to look up to, I didn’t have time to indulge. I wanted to set an example for her, show her what was most important - school, and making something of herself - before sex got involved. I mean, imagine if I got pregnant at eighteen or nineteen right after losing my parents? I’d love my baby but we’d be in a world of trouble.

  Another girl could take the edge of Bobby’s hormones, and I wouldn’t care. At least not right now. I’d look the other way and deal with that when it was time.

  * * *

  After morning classes, I spent my time in the computer lab looking for work. Being that our parents’ financial estate had taken care of Heidi and I over the past few years, I didn’t need to get a job. When I considered how much was left in our shared trust, I knew finding work would be imperative to maintaining our comfort level without touching my personal portion of the trust. I wanted to save that for something.

  I knew almost everyone who attended our local university, Bobby included. Our schedules weren’t coordinated, so we didn’t really see each other much.

  But I did see the slut that was supposedly getting his affections. I say supposedly because the rumors had been going around for a while, but I didn’t indulge in them with my friends. They understood that I didn’t have time for those conversations when I had so much on my plate.

  When I walked into the lounge, I ignored the group of girls huddled in the corner. They’d gotten quiet when I entered, and their hushed giggles made me feel self-conscious. I paid them no mind, because they were probably spreading rumors, and rumors meant nothing. Anyone could say anything, right?

  The overwhelming scent of Juicy Couture perfume invaded my nostrils. I felt the presence of someone standing over me.

  Tracy.

  I looked at her, eyebrow cocked for an explanation.

  “Have you been wondering where your man’s been lately?” She challenged, getting straight to the point.

  “Not really,” I replied. “Bobby and I trust each other.”

  “Will you continue to trust him after this?”

  She shoved her phone in my face. “Press play.”

  I did, and my cheeks burned. It was a lewd video of them, doing things Bobby and I had never done - and now, thanks to this, never would do.

  It’s one thing to hear about your boyfriend cheating. It’s another thing to actually see him cheating - and to have video confirmation from the girl he cheated with.

  “Let me see that.” I grabbed the phone and started punching my number in. I felt the vibration of my phone when the video arrived, and jammed it back in her hand. “Thank you.”

  Tracy scoffed in disbelief. “That’s all you have to say? Thank you?”

  I turned to her, willing my face to stay calm. “I mean, this has been happening for a while, hasn’t it? What do you expect me to say?”

  “For starters, shouldn’t you be embarrassed? Bobby is a man. He needs pussy. You’re holding back and it’s costing you your man.”

  “How?”

  Her eyes narrowed and her arms crossed. “Because I’m taking him from you, sweetie. And there’s more videos where this came from.”

  Now that stung. The last thing I needed was to know this wasn’t the first, and probably not the last video.

  Just at that moment, Bobby walked in. We were supposed to look for jobs together. The look on his face as he looked from me to Tracy and back was priceless.

  “Hello Bobby,” Tracy said, a triumphant smirk on her face.

  Bobby nodded as he swallowed, silently assessing the situation. Unable to maintain myself, I jammed my notebook back in my back, closed out the computer, and pressed my earbuds back into my ears.

  “What’s going on?” He asked, looking stupid, as if he couldn’t piece together what transpired just moments before arrived.

  “Well, congratulations, Bobby,” I said, fists shaking as I held them at my sides. “You’ve found a slut who’s willing to fight for you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What do I mean?” I walked up on him, nearly standing on his toes to elucidate myself. “I’ve seen your little sex tape with this tramp. She showed it to me herself.”

  His face became colorless and he started to stutter. I don’t remember his excuses. I couldn’t bear to attempt to hear them. I held up my hand to pause him, shaking my head as I moved around the two of them.

  “Walk away little girl. Get yourself a real man when you’re ready to act like a real woman,” Tracy the Tramp sneered. The girls in the corner snickered and jeered at me.

  I turned to her, and everyone in the room. I wanted to speak loudly so everyone could hear me on the way out.

  “Sweetheart, you can keep him. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

  “Bitch!”

  Oh she wanted to call me a bitch?

  “Hmm…” I shot back. “Oh, I’ll be that bitch. That bitch whose pussy you taste every time you kiss him!”

  “You told me you don’t eat her pussy!” Tracy shrieked, slapping Bobby in the face. Tracy’s friends gasped, and some failed to hide their amusement as her face cracked from the embarrassment.

  I smirked, then walked as fast as I
could to my car, and sped home. Fuck Bobby.

  I would cry it out before Heidi got home. She wouldn’t be surprised to learn what happened. She’d probably be happy. I just needed time to let my feelings out in peace before she got home.

  I pulled into the driveway, ready for a pint of ice cream and solitude, but to my surprise she was there.

  “Half-day.” She shrugged, when I asked why she was home. Her attention shifted from the TV to me when she noticed my tears.

  “What happened!?” She asked.

  “You finally got your wish,” I sobbed. “Bobby and I are over. Forever.”

  I filled her in on everything that happened, from the sex tape sent to my phone, all the way through my verbal altercation with Tracy.

  Heidi grabbed my phone and looked at the video. “Ew. She’s such a slut! She’s sucking his butthole? You dodged a bullet! I’m not sucking anyone’s butthole.”

  I snickered. Licking a man’s asshole wasn’t in any of my plans either, but she said it with such a childish disdain I couldn’t help but laugh. If she weren’t about to be eighteen in a matter of months, I wouldn’t indulge. But we were sisters, and she was the closest thing I had on this planet. If anyone should have these discussions with her, it should be me.

  Heidi got up from the couch and wrapped her arms around me. “Sis, I’m so sorry he hurt you like this. I hate to see you in pain. You do so much and you’re so good. He doesn’t know what he has. Fuck him. You’re gorgeous and you’ll find a better boyfriend.”

  “I don’t have time to date when I have to take care of you.”

  Heidi rolled her eyes. “I’m almost eighteen years old. I don’t need you to babysit me. You’re twenty-one. It’s time for you to have a life. We’re practically adults. You can do whatever you want. Just don’t fuck him.”

  I laughed, feeling a little relief from the grief thanks to our conversation. Heidi was so strong sometimes. It was like she was the older sister.