by Tia Siren
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, feeling that ravenous storm inside my body. When my skin starts to prickle, a wave of pleasure reaching for me, I don’t fight back. I surrender to it, a loud moan leaving my lips as I lock Parker’s head in place.
It hits me at once, a raging river of endorphins crashing against my body. I let go of his hair and grab at the sheets, gritting my teeth as I ride the furious waves of pleasure. He doesn’t ease up; he keeps licking me, his tongue brushing against my wet folds with repeating motions and forcing the orgasm to send small ripples all over my body.
Breathing hard, I prop myself on my elbows as he looks up at me, taking his mouth off of my pussy. I grin, watching as my fluids make his lips glisten, and then reach for him, placing two of my fingers under his chin. Climbing up, he comes up to me and wastes no time; he presses his mouth against mine, pushing the dress down my shoulders. His fingers work fast; he tugs the top of the dress down to my waist and then unclasps my bra. Rolling to the side, he pushes the dress down my legs as I throw my bra off, my nipples hardening as the cool air in the room laps at them. Completely naked now, I’m hungrier than ever to feel his cock inside of me.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper lewdly, locking eyes with him as I grab my own tits, gently squeezing them
“Of course you are,” he says, placing his hands on my waist and forcing me to roll to the side. I lay down on my stomach, gasping as I feel him climbing on top of me. “Mine. All of you,” he continues, running his hands over my ass cheeks. He slaps them harder, over and over again, the dry sound of his open palm hitting my flesh echoing through the room. I moan each time he lays his hand on me, the sharp sting of pain turning into pleasure as it reaches my brain.
“Please…” I moan, grabbing at the sheets and trying to jut my ass back at him. That earns me one more, hard smack, but then he finally slides his hand between my legs, caressing my aching pussy.
“I love the way you beg,” he tells me, sliding two fingers inside of my pussy. I let out a sudden scream, and bite down on the sheets, a wild hunger taking over me. Now more than ever, I need him inside of me.
“I need… I need you to fuck me… Now,” I pant, still trying to thrust back at him. He says nothing, but takes his fingers out of my pussy, and then makes me spread my legs. I feel him easing down on top of me and, a fraction of a second later, the tip of his cock is pressed tight against my pussy lips. “Yes, please, please…”
I don’t get to beg a third time; the moment the second please leaves my mouth, he presses his body against mine and thrusts as hard as he can. A muffled scream climbs up my throat and explodes into the room, his thickness making every single one of my nerve endings burn and boil.
There’s no growing rhythm to his movements; the moment he slides his cock inside of me, he starts to thrust as hard as he can, rocking his hips as if he were a man on a mission. I hear his thighs slapping my ass cheeks, the mattress shifting under our weight as he moves, and I surrender to the warm oblivion of pleasure.
I don’t even feel time pass; with his cock inside of me, eternity is at my fingertips. And eternity feels so fucking good. My muscles are buzzing and twitching, and there’s a warm tingling under my skin. I feel the explosion start inside of my body, but by the time I realize it, I’m already screaming again, flames of ecstasy raging under my skin.
“That’s so… So good…” I moan, feeling the outline of his firm pectorals against my back. Somehow, whenever I’m with him, it seems that all my senses become amplified. I can see more, hear more, feel more… And I sure as hell come more.
“I’m not done,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he were on the far side of the Universe. Without taking his cock out of me, he grabs my waist and pulls me back, forcing me to go on all fours as he goes to his knees. The moment we’re in position, he doesn’t even let me catch my breath; he starts to thrust right away, a viciousness to the way his cock slides in and out of me.
While he thrusts, he starts to smack me across my ass, using the back of his hand. He does it over and over again, hard enough to leave my ass red and sore for at least a day, and I moan as loud as I can.
It doesn’t take long for my insides to be burning up again. Feeling me on the edge, he stops smacking me and just uses both his hands to hold me in place. Fucking me as hard as humanly possible, he throws me off the edge and right into a river of ecstasy. I dive into it head first, the whole Universe exploding and expanding inside of me. As my arms grow weak, I go down to my elbows, trembling all over as if I were running a fever.
I come hard, my muscles twitching as if I was all wired up. My mind is completely shattered, and I can’t even think straight; all that I can do right now is collapse on top of the mattress and whimper as he takes his cock out of me. Somehow, I still manage to roll to the side, wanting to see him.
“Come for me, Parker…” I beg him, my voice soft and exhausted. “I want you to come all over me…” I continue, watching him curl his fingers around his cock. It doesn’t take more than a few strokes.
He grits his teeth then, and in a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm against his fingers. He keeps moving his hand, thick ropes of cum flying from his tip onto me, white strands of it hitting me straight in the chest. As the seconds go by, he starts to shoot even more semen, his warm cum hits me straight in the face, coating my skin and dripping down my face and over my mouth. I lick my lips dry, taking his saltiness inside my mouth as he keeps on gushing, completely covering my naked torso.
“Yes… That’s it…” I moan, my fingers running erratic lines over my skin. I keep on smearing his cum all over myself, and only stop when the last spasm of his cock dies out against his fingers. Smiling, I force myself to go up to my knees, his semen dripping hurriedly down my body. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” I whisper, leaning into him as pressing my mouth against his. I use my tongue to pry his lips open and he starts to kiss me, his own cum going from my mouth into his. My cum-coated chest is pressed against his, and I feel more dirty than I have ever felt in my entire life, and that in a good way, mind you. “This is crazy, look at us,” I tell him with a smile, pulling back from our kiss.
No, this is way beyond crazy. Here I am, in Switzerland, kissing my stepson after he has just come all over me. Oh, this is way beyond crazy.
“Who cares?” He simply grins, that irresistible deviousness flickering in his eyes. He’s right; who cares? When I’m in his arms, everything is right with the world.
16
Parker
The sun hits me as I wake up and it’s a fucking amazing sight, seeing the Alps out of my window. We got the penthouse suite at the Intercontinental Geneva. I mean, why the fuck not? We’re potentially talking about reclaiming billions of dollars that should have belonged to me.
Ashley’s naked next to me. I turn over and look at her. She’s like an angel, as she lies there, sleeping peacefully.
Hell, she better be sleeping peacefully. She may even actually be passed out from the number of times I made her cum last night. That was something else entirely. I’ve never actually had sex with a woman like her. She’s so sweet and innocent. But when the clothes come off and the bodies start slapping together it’s like a fucking day and night difference. She becomes so fucking dirty and wanton. So lascivious in her desires. The shit that we say to each other, how we play up that she’s technically my stepmom ends up getting me so fucking horny that just thinking back to it is getting my cock hard.
All I want to do right now is reach over and start running my hands over her flawless body. To start licking her and rubbing her. To squeeze her and begin fucking her. To make her moan. Then to make her sigh. Then to make her scream.
But she’s asleep and I know I wore her out yesterday. So instead of doing all that, I wake up and go into the living room of the hotel suite and turn on the fucking coffee machine.
As I’m waiting, I pull up the menu for room service to see if there’s anything I want to get. Maybe order some room se
rvice and head to the gym? Get a good workout in and then come back for a hearty breakfast. Then maybe a shower with Ashley, where I can indulge this twitching cock of mine.
She also said she wanted to go out and do some sightseeing and shopping in Geneva. Sure, I guess I can do that. Not my first choice. But then again, if it wasn’t for her piece of the fucking puzzle, we wouldn't be so close to getting Percy Kane out of our lives forever—and freeing the company he stole from my mother.
Right. I’m going to order room service then and get this day started.
I turn on the television as I pick up the phone and turn on the news.
I’m a bit surprised that they have Good Day, USA on in Switzerland and at this hour. It’s got to be 3 am in New York City now because of the time difference. I sit down for a second to see what the news from back home is.
“If you’re just joining us, here are your recent headlines. Billionaire CEO of Lowell and Company, Percy Kane, today has announced a reverse shareholder lawsuit against James Gordon, the noted philanthropist and activist investor,” the reporter starts.
I immediately perk up and lean forward. James Gordon is Ashley’s dad. What the fuck is going on?
“Mr. Gordon was the lead party in last year's bitter proxy fight to wrest control of Lowell and Company away from Percy Kane, and he has been an outspoken critic of Mr. Kane. The two ceased their proxy war six weeks ago prior to Percy Kane’s marriage to Mr. Gordon’s daughter, Rebecca,” the reporter continues.
Fuck. This is surreal. I’m pretty sure that Dad is double-crossing Ashley’s father here, but I’m not sure what I can do. How am I going to help her through this?
Turns out I don’t have to because I look toward the bedroom and I see her standing there, in shock. All she’s got on is my dress shirt, and for a moment I just admire her fucking gorgeous legs. But now isn’t the time, because her face contorts in fear as the reporter continues.
“In addition to the shareholder lawsuit, Percy Kane has announced that he is calling in relationships held by Lowell and Company with other banks to call in loans that Mr. Gordon holds, demanding immediate payment. The Gordon family was forced to borrow substantially to match the price they were willing to pay for Lowell and Company stock, raising the value of the shares artificially. Those prices have since declined. Should Mr. Gordon be forced to sell substantial stakes, it is estimated that the resulting loss would be catastrophic to the activist investor,” the reporter concludes.
“Oh my God,” Ashley says and grips the TV stand to steady herself. In a flash, I’m at her side.
“Ashley,” I tell her trying to talk soothingly. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to figure something out.”
What the fuck am I even saying? I have no idea what we’re going to figure out. Instead of talking more, I go wrap my arms around Ashley.
“A spokesman for Mr. Gordon had no comment,” I can hear the reporter say. “When asked to comment, Percy Kane was quoted as saying, ‘I’m not going to rest till that sonofabitch is on the streets’ before declining any further questions,” is the last thing I hear when I feel Ashley tense up.
She looks at me. Her eyes are searching. Wary.
She thinks I had something to do with this.
I grab her, and take her hands.
“I love you, Ashley Gordon,” I tell her, looking her in the eyes. “I will never hurt you. I swear on my life.”
She nods, tears coming to her eyes and presses her head against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight.
We stand like that for a long time. But time no longer matters.
All that matters is her.
17
Ashley
Two.
That’s how many hours after seeing the news Parker and I are able to board his private jet to take us back to New York. I don’t know what I would have done without Parker with me. If I were somehow in Switzerland by myself I would have been paralyzed by worry, on the phone with my parents, and not sure what the best course of action to take would have been. But, Parker is strong—both physically as well as mentally and emotionally. He was able to completely take charge without a second thought and I found myself listening to his instructions and carrying them out without a word. Because I trusted him. Because I knew he loved me.
Five.
That’s how many blocks away we moved—to the Carlyle Hotel at first upon arriving in New York. I worried that Percy would expect us to show up at 700 Park, but Parker was having none of that.
“Fuck that man,” was his only response in the limo from Peterboro Airport as I asked if we needed to go back home. “Everything you have there is replaceable. All we need is each other.” I liked his answer. And yes, considering the fact that Percy had just gone back on his word to leave my father alone, I no longer had any reason to pretend to be a participant in this sham of a marriage.
Three hundred and twelve.
That's how much money Parker has in his trust account if you multiply it by a million. We’re able to use a small amount of that money two days after and buy a small, furnished apartment in The Dakota on Central Park West. We looked in TriBeCa and SoHo, but I fell in love with the views from the West Side and the fact that John Lennon used to live there. It’s a modest-sized apartment—five bedrooms and a balcony overlooking the Park, but right now, we’re not looking for a prestigious address or any sort of status. Just a place to live where we can love each other. And some privacy so I can bounce myself on Parker’s cock until I cum my brains out and pass out. Oh, my—spending as much time as I have with him, I think I’m starting to talk like him.
Four.
That’s how many lawyers Parker retains the day after he writes the check for the apartment to begin legal proceedings against Percy Kane. They begin their research immediately. When we left Switzerland, Parker made sure over and over that he had the Lowell and Company Ownership and Succession Agreement. I see his strategy now. He’s going to begin legal proceedings as quickly as possible to get Percy’s attention away from destroying Daddy. At least that’s what he tells the lawyers when we go to visit them. I don’t know why I went with him—he offered, and I took him up on it. Either because I want to be there as we begin laying the coffin on a horrible man, or because I don’t want to be away from Parker. Maybe it’s a combination of both factors. Regardless, I’m happy I went. It makes me feel included and gives me a sense of taking back control in the nightmarish situation that Percy has created.
Six.
That's how long Dad thinks he has before he has to declare bankruptcy based on how his fight is going with the banks that Percy is forcing to call in his loans.
“If I sell the stock, because it’s gone down so much, the losses I’m going to take are going to be extreme,” he explains to me over lunch. “But if I don't sell, the banks are going to go after any other assets I have.”
He tells us this during lunch a week after we arrive in New York, at the Rainbow Room where he and Mom meet Parker and me. At first, they're a little skeptical about him. I mean, he is 15 years younger than me. He is technically my stepson. And he is a related to Percy Kane. But then Parker goes through all the different legal options he’s exploring. And we tell him everything that we were able to uncover about Florentyna and Percy and what’s happened.
“So he set out to steal the company when he married that poor girl,” Dad says in shock. “And you guys have the proof? That’s wonderful. I hope you put him away in time.”
Dad listens intently as I explain how the marriage was forced onto me in duress, and that the lawyers Parker is working with are confident that they can prove it was never an official marriage and have it annulled.
“Just be careful, baby girl,” he says to me as we leave the Rainbow Room. “This is a dangerous man. You don't know what people like him will do—just to win.”
I nod sadly. Dad just wanted to help the Lowell family who believed that Percy had stolen their company from him. And look at wher
e it got him. I wonder what could happen to us if the court fighting drags on.
Eight.
That’s how many days after we arrive in New York City that Percy realizes that I’ve moved out and I’m not coming back. It doesn’t take long for the society pages of the New York Observer and the Times to report in—quoting Percy who says, “Looks like my wife has taken up with my son. And we wonder why the values of Western civilization are declining.”
Parker is furious. His lawyers send out an injunction that prevents Percy from talking more about the two of us, but we both know that that can only do so much. Percy can still be an anonymous source to anyone who wants to go ask. He can still pull strings of the journalists he controls. In short he can do a lot of damage.
Ten.
That’s how many days are left, we realize one morning two weeks after getting to New York, before the shareholder meeting for Lowell and Company.
“You know, rather than go through the courts, we could do all this a lot faster if we just ambushed Dad during the shareholder meeting,” Parker tells me in bed. I look at him with wide eyes. It’s a risky plan because it’s Percy’s turf, but I trust him so I nod my head.
Ten days till the final showdown.
Ten days until either freedom. Or everlasting misery.
18
Parker
I take a sip of my scotch and lean forward, listening to the piano.
I’m at Bemelmans Bar and it’s still pretty dimly lit for being in the late afternoon and not so crowded. But then again, I guess that’s the vibe they're going for.