by Regina Wade
Leaving me clad only in the ridiculously expensive lingerie and the even more ridiculous heels.
“Then I’m yours, Beau. Take me.”
Chapter 13
Beau
Some people got to have it. Some people really need it. — The O’Jays, ‘For the Love of Money’
Brook is the sexiest woman on the planet.
Standing there, clad only in the black and red lace I picked out for her, she could put any model on the runway to shame. There isn’t a beauty pageant she couldn’t win a magazine cover I wouldn’t put her on.
Her body would stop traffic. It brings me to my knees, and her body isn’t even the sexiest part of her.
It’s her willpower. I could tell she wanted to cave to my first offer, and my second; I know she felt the unrelenting pull from the first just like I did. But she held out where no other woman ever would. She knew the stakes, knew that I was holding all the cards, knew that I’d win eventually. So she made me call her bluff every step of the way, and I have a feeling that whatever price she asks for, it’ll be steep.
Steep, but worth it. I’d give up everything I own, my entire fortune, and live destitute for the rest of my life if it meant I could do it with Brook.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Or do you need a lady to put it in writing?” Brook asks archly, one perfectly done eyebrow raised mockingly.
I shake my head. “No, Brook. I don’t need a contract to make love to you.” I say with a growl.
My hands continue to explore her body, tracing along the lines of the lingerie. The bustier is enhancing her naturally prodigious endowment, her full breasts mouthwateringly inviting.
I bring one hand up her side to cup one, feeling the fullness of it in my hand, brushing my finger across the front where her hard nipple is giving her away.
She’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
She’s about to enjoy it a lot more.
“But if I’m paying, then I’m the customer. The customer is always right, and right now I want to take my time. Unless that’s a problem?”
My lips are right against her ear, my teeth just grazing her skin as I whisper. Goosebumps break out across her body, reaching so far I feel them under my hand.
“No problem at all.” She moans.
I run one hand down the length of her body, feeling her stomach beneath my hand, pushing lower. The lace of the garter belt is rough compared to the smoothness of Brook’s skin. I dip my fingers between the join of her thighs, using my middle finger to part the folds of her pussy.
“Oh, god.” She groans. I move my finger away after that breath touch, teasing, bringing it up to my mouth to taste her sweetness.
“Yum. You taste so good, baby. But I don’t want just an appetizer, I want a meal.”
I press Brook’s back against the railing, kneeling down in front of her. I take one of her long, sexy legs and lift it up, resting the red sole of her gorgeous fuck-me stiletto on my shoulder. Despite the fact that I’m kneeling, she’s still barely taller than I am even in her high heels.
“What are you doing?” Brook asks, a note of hesitancy in her voice for the first time.
“I’m about to eat the most perfect pussy on the planet,” I growl, looking her straight in the eye as I lower my head and part her folds again, this time with my tongue.
She’s about to say something else, but whatever it is gets lost in her sudden gasp of pleasure.
I keep one hand on her thigh, steadying her against me. I watch her face contort in ecstasy as I put my tongue to work on her. I start slow, not knowing exactly what she likes but determined to figure it out.
My tongue circles her clit, not making contact, just idly tracing a wet oval around the swollen hood. She’s so turned on I can feel her pink pussy throbbing and spasming. Each time I complete a loop I draw the noose tighter, moving the tip of my tongue just a bit closer to making contact.
“Please.” Brook whimpers from above. I tear my eyes away from staring at the most beautiful perfection I’ve ever seen to glance up at her.
Her head is thrown back, arms out to either side, each hand white-knuckling the railing of the balcony. Beneath me, the city is spread wide. Above me, Brooklyn is. Both views are spectacular, but one is clearly superior.
“Please what?” I ask, my voice a hoarse whisper against her smooth skin.
“Please stop teasing me.” Brooklyn pleads, thrusting her hips forward in an effort to make the contact she craves. I lean back and put my other hand flat on her mound, pinning her back to the raised wall of the balcony.
“No. We’re doing this my way.” There’s steel in my voice to match the iron hardness in my pants. Brook must hear it, because her body immediately submits beneath my tough, her leg cocking open, giving me more access.
I watch her watching me as I lean down again, inhaling her scent, not even brushing my lips against her skin yet. She smells divine, intoxicating. Fresh. Young. Wild. The perfect mixture of innocent and filthy.
“You always get your way, huh?” She murmurs around gasps of pleasure as I brush my face against her.
“Always. Don’t ever forget it.” My voice is low, hoarse with need, and I know that Brook can feel my words more than she can hear them. Feel the vibrations of my deep bass voice right in her clit.
“Oh, god. I’m going to come just from you talking like that.” She huffs out a breath, squirming against me. I can feel the tension in her, feel her toes curling in her shoes, her tendons straining with the effort.
“Not yet. We’re doing this my way, which means we’re doing it right.” I whisper against her.
I dip my head lower, placing the tip of my tongue at the very bottom of her wet slit and licking upward slowly. I flick her clit with the very tip of my tongue at the end of each stroke, and her body jerks in response, her chest heaving with each sudden inhalation.
“Oh, fuck. Oh god. That’s so good.” She cries out, her voice echoing all around us. If there was anyone within a mile of us they no doubt would hear her cries of ecstasy.
But there isn’t anyone remotely close to us, here at the top of the world.
Her juices are flowing so much that I can barely keep up. I savor each drop, drinking her in deeply, greedily. I can tell she’s right on the edge, the very precipice of the strongest orgasm of her life.
Which means it’s time.
Without a word, I lean back, stand up, and grip her hips to spin her around. Bent at just the right angle for my monstrously swollen cock to line up just right. I’m not even undressed yet, but I yank the zipper of my slacks down, freeing myself to plunge into her virgin pussy and claim her for all time.
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Brook gasps, her back arching, pressing herself against my chest. Her hands are squeezing the railing so hard that I’m amazed it doesn’t dent despite being solid steel.
The strength of her climax is twice as breathtaking as the view. From behind her I can see exactly what she sees, exactly what I wanted her to see the first time I took her: her future.
“This is what I’m going to give you, baby,” I growl in her ear as I slide another two inches of my cock into her freshly plucked flower.
“I’m going to put you where you should have always been. Where you were born to be. On top of the world. I’m going to make you my queen, and together we’ll rule my empire.” I ease myself into her until I feel myself bottom out inside her. As with everything, Brook is a perfect fit for me. I rest myself inside her, letting her get used to my size.
“I love you, Brooklyn. You’re mine, forever.”
“Oh, god. Yes. Please. Yes. I want it. I want it all!” Brook is almost babbling, her tight walls still clenching around me, the wave of her first orgasm crashing right into the second.
I don’t know if she’s talking about my heart or my cock, but I plan to give her all of both.
Chapter 14
Brook
Damn I love the Jag, the jet, and the mansion, oh yeah. — Lad
y Gaga, ‘Money, Honey’
If you had asked me how I thought I’d lose my virginity, I never in a million years would have come up with this scenario.
Beau always manages to surprise me.
The view is breathtaking, but that’s a problem right now because his cock is filling me up so much that I’m struggling to get a full lungful. His powerful thrusts are so strong I swear they’re knocking the air out of me with each stroke.
“Unh. Unh. God, Beau, fuck me.” The words slip and slide out of my mouth, my lips wet with saliva. I’m literally drooling over this man, and that’s still not anything compared to how wet my little pussy is. I can feel my juices running down my thighs in twin rivulets.
“You like the way this cock feels?” He asks, his hand coming down on my ass. I cry out. It hurts, but it hurts so good. The mix of pain and pleasure has me seeing fake stars instead of the real ones littering the night sky.
“Yes, god yes. It feels so good. I never dreamed it would be this good.” I gasp the words out between my clenched teeth as another orgasm hits me. Beau’s cock isn’t just big — he clearly knows what he’s doing with it. He’s hitting some spot inside me, or all the spots, fuck, I don’t know.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come all over this cock.”
I stop squirming for an instant, freezing as another powerful shudder overcomes me. I collapse against the railing, my arms too weak and my legs too shaky to hold myself up anymore.
Beau wraps an arm around my chest, pulling me up, holding me instead. His embrace is gentle, a sharp contrast to the way he’s slamming his monster into me.
“Fuck me harder, Beau.” I groan, leaning back into him. He’s so big, so strong, that he makes me feel small and delicate and perfectly feminine.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I wanted your first time to be gentle.” He murmurs into my ear.
I reach behind me, grabbing at the back of his neck, twisting in his embrace to find his brilliant green eyes.
“It’s perfect, but it would be more perfect if you’d let go. I know you’re holding back. Don’t I can take it.”
He groans, nostrils flaring. In the starlight, I can’t make out much of his expression. Just the heated emerald gaze that sears right into my heart and pussy.
He pulls us back from leaning against the railing to bend me over more. I reach forward, helping him, grabbing onto the railing with both arms outstretched.
His hips pump, his rhythm changing from long and slow to fast and rough. One big hand tangles in my hair, moving my body down, making me arch for him. The other grips my hip, giving him the leverage to power into me.
I thought he was deep before, but this angle is a whole new world.
Before, Beau was making love to me. Now he’s fucking me, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Oh, fuck, this perfect pussy is too good.” He groans. The clap of his body against mine is fast and furious, each individual beat melding into the next. I didn’t know anyone could move like he does, and it takes all of my strength just to withstand the wild storm he’s become.
“Give it to me. Claim me. Cum where no man ever has before.” I groan, thrusting my hips back against him, urging him to spill his seed inside me.
“No other man ever will, either.” He growls. “You’re mine, Brook. Forever.”
His cock twitches inside me, swelling, stretching my slick inner walls. I shudder, scrabbling, toes curling as the most powerful orgasm yet crashes against me. Beau floods my pussy with his sticky seed, and I flood his cock with my slick arousal. I didn’t know it was possible for a woman to cum so explosively, but Beau turns me on that much.
Panting, I let go of the railing. Beau is there to catch me, his big arm wrapping around me and pulling me back against him. He sits back on his heels, letting me lean against him.
“I love you.” I murmur against him.
“I love you too.” He whispers.
“That’s my price. Everything. I want all of it, forever. I want to be yours.” I whisper against his chest.
Beau’s hand comes around to tilt my chin up. Even in the dim light, his eyes shine so brightly I have no trouble seeing the joy in them.
“Done. I’ll always love you, Brook. I know it’s crazy, but I feel like I’ve loved you forever already. Like I’ve known you all my life. I’ve been looking for you for years, and now I’ve finally found you. I won’t ever let you go.”
His words wash through me, calming, caring, happy. I curl up against him, holding onto him. Clutching at his body, using it as a touchstone to convince my brain that I’m not dreaming. That this is really happening, really real.
“I know it sounds crazy…” he starts, but I shake my head hard against him.
“No. I’ve loved you for a long time, Beau Addison. Longer than even I knew. I thought I just looked up to you, admired you, wanted to be you. But it’s more than that. I don’t want to be you, I want to be with you.”
He snugs me close, cuddling me against his chest. The warmth of his body feels so good, keeping the cool of the night air from being too much.
“Come on. Let’s go inside. The next thing you’re going to do really needs a bed.” His voice is back to it’s normal deep, slightly amused tone.
“Oh? The next thing, huh?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
He shrugs, grinning. “The customer is always right.”
Chapter 15
Beau
No, I wouldn’t have just one ‘hood. A Hollywood mansion if I could. Please book me first class to my house in London town. — Gwen Stefani, ‘Rich Girl’
We make love twice and fuck three more times before the sun comes up.
Each time, spent and panting, I curl up around Brook, spooning her tightly. I have no idea which of us started which encounter. We took turns, I’m fairly certain. Each time I’d start to drift off, I’d feel her grinding her ass against my cock or stroking my chest or abs. Each time she finally got to sleep, I’d begin to run a hand over her body, touching her everywhere.
It’s late in the day when I do wake up. We slept well past both my alarms.
I look at the girl sleeping in my arms, and I can’t help but smile. This is where she belongs. With me.
“See something you like?” Brook asks, catching me off-guard. Her eyes are still closed, but a smile curves the corners of her mouth up.
“I thought you were asleep,” I admit.
“I was. I could feel you looking at me.” She opens her eyes, gazing across at me.
“I can’t help it. If you woke up next to a piece of art, you’d stare too.”
“I think I did. This —” She traces the lines of my chest and six-pack. “Belongs in a museum. You look like you’re cut from marble.”
A grin spreads across my face. I place my hand over hers, guiding it lower.
“I’ve got something as hard as stone.”
She laughs, wrapping one hand around my cock and giving it a pump.
“I can’t believe you’re hard again. Still. Didn’t we wear you out last night?” She asks, awe tinting her voice.
“Never,” I reply. “I could never get enough of you.”
“Well, let me grab breakfast before you go back to pounding my brains out. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I had.” She slides down my body, kissing her way along the vee of my hips.
“I thought you wanted breakfast?” I ask, gasping as her lips brush against the long vein running down the length of my cock.
“I’m about to get it.” She answers, winking, before taking me in her mouth.
Two blissful hours and one shower later, we finally make it down to the office. No one seems surprised at all that we walk in holding hands. I could give less of a fuck at this point who sees us.
Clover blinks at us as we walk up, but as always is unflappable.
“Mr. Addison. Good morning. You’re not dead.” She deadpans.
“Don’t sound so relieved, Clover.” I joke.
�
��I’m not. I had tomorrow in the office pool.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Before you two stopped being idiots.”
“You’ve gotten five calls from the Dean of UCLA School of Business,” Clover tells me, handing me a tablet. It’s preloaded with the things I’ve missed from the morning.
“Alright. Don’t let anyone bother us while I deal with this.” I grumble. I open my office door, holding it for Brook.
“You don’t have to do this, Beau. I’m a big girl, I can look after myself.” Brook says quietly.
“I know you could handle it, but it makes me happy to do this for you. Besides, you said you wanted it all. Well, this is part of that. Let me take care of you.”
Brook smiles across the desk at me as I walk around, punching in the number for the Dean.
“Mr. Addison? I’m glad you called. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” The Dean sounds pissed, but if he’s expecting me to be cowed like one of his students, he’s in for a rude awakening.
“Not at all. I had a leisurely morning. Perks of the private sector, no eight am lectures to attend.” I sit down in my Herman Miller chair, leaning back. “What can I do for you?”
“It’s about your new intern. Ms. Jones. I’m afraid that we’ve heard some rather unsettling rumors about inappropriate behavior on her part — ”
“Actually, she’s my personal assistant. Not an intern. She was far too good to be just another unpaid slave.” I interrupt him, giving Brook a wink. She looks so tense that I want to reach through the phone and strangle this man, but instead I just try to cheer her up with some humor.
“Mr. Addison, whatever position she’s in —”
All of them are good, I don’t say.
“ — she is still a student at this institution. We have a certain code of conduct we take very seriously, and fraternizing with your boss is not part of it.” Dean Winter finishes.