by Liv Bennett
“I just need to grab my purse.” I hurry toward the kitchen doorway and have to press myself against the doorframe to be able to slide past Sheryl, who’s not budging from her spot. While I look for my purse in the guest room, their argument continues and ends with a slam of the front door.
Austin walks out of the kitchen, shaking his head and groaning. “I’m really sorry. It was my fault. Are you okay?” He extends his hand toward me, and I hurry to catch it.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry you missed a meeting because of me.” I smile at him as he leads me out to his garage full of cars, seven in total with a motorcycle at the end of the line.
“What do you say we take the Corvette out for a ride?” he asks, running his finger alongside the beautiful vehicle.
“To go grocery shopping?”
“We’re not going grocery shopping. We’re going to have brunch.”
I throw myself into his arms, hook a finger around the neckline of his t-shirt and send him an inviting glance under my eyelashes. “I wanna be in bed with you. Brunch will take a long time. Let’s just buy eggs and cheese and make a quick omelet.” Biting my bottom lip, I avert my gaze in shame. “I want to return the favor of the last orgasm.”
His mouth comes down to my ear. “It wasn’t a favor. It was my pleasure. I love your pussy.”
The garage door opens with a bang. “I hate to say this, but your father will know you’re putting pussy before business,” Austin’s mother shouts from the entrance to the garage. Apparently, she hasn’t left.
My cheeks burning, I cover my face with my hand and turn away to hide from her blaming gaze.
Austin exhales a long sigh beside me, his hands fisted. “All right. Fine. I’ll be at the meeting in half an hour.”
I catch a glimpse of Sheryl’s satisfied grin before she spins around and storms out.
“Damn it!” Austin whispers under his breath, holding his chin high. “I hate it when she threatens me with my father.”
I reach down to his fisted hands and press myself against his hard chest, rising on my tiptoes for a kiss. His eyes roam over my mouth, tight in their stare. I lick my lips and press them against his. His hands leave mine and hurriedly grab me by my hips, lifting me up and carrying me over to his Corvette.
In a matter of seconds; he has me on the hood of the car. He spreads my knees apart, sneaks his fingers under my dress, hooks them around the waistband of my panties, and tugs them down. There’s desperation in his kiss and fury in his moves.
I’m naked from the waist down, cold air brushing my pussy. I hear him unzip his jeans and glance down to see his cock springing out, fully erect, covered in pre-cum. Without breaking our kiss, he adjusts my hips toward him for the best angle for his cock. I moan when its tip brushes my opening, my head tipping back, my eyes hooded.
One hand cupping my buttocks, the other holding his cock, he pulls my hips toward him and slams his cock into me all the way to the hilt with one long stroke.
I groan with the sudden feeling of fullness, the walls of my pussy extending, stretching out to accept his massive size. His arms wrapped around me to hold me close, he thrusts into me with more force than he’s ever used with me, setting every nerve ending inside me on fire.
His irises flame with fury above me. His teeth clench harder with each rough plunge of his cock inside me. He fucks me like he owns me, as if I’m here with him only for his own pleasure. It turns me on in a different, primal way. His hips crash hard into mine, and his crotch grinds against my clit, the tender skin swelling with each grind; hot and pulsating with each rub.
I can’t contain the burning lust anymore, can’t keep the growing pleasure under control. My eyes close shut, and I let go. Just when my spasms shoot off, he blasts into me, his grip around me so tight I can hardly breathe.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans, laughing, euphoric, his breathing coming in quick gasps. “Jesus Christ. That was amazing.” His mouth comes down on me, sucking my lips tightly before sliding his cock out of me.
He helps me down, still laughing, no trace of his earlier anger visible on his face. I flinch when his cum starts leaking down my inner thighs. He finds a tissue box on one of the shelves in the garage and helps me wipe away the evidence of our surprise, spur-of-the-moment, anger fuck.
“If we go by this rate, you’ll catch up to the average amount of sex a girl of your age has normally had by the end of the year.” He’s all grins as he jokes while settling into the driver’s seat.
Sex four times in nine hours…I don’t doubt his observation.
Ch 24
Arabian Guests
The meeting is at St. Julien, the most luxurious hotel in Boulder, where people like me would have no reason to visit other than for work. I feel out of place as it is, Shelly’s scornful gaze makes me want to run back out to the world of ordinary people.
The clients are a group of five oil-rich businessmen from Saudi Arabia who’re going to expand their portfolio with real estate investments in Boulder and Denver. Theirs isn’t about buying a condo or even a luxurious single home. They flew all the way across the ocean to buy a newly built multiplex with four hundred apartments. That’s easily a transaction of two hundred million dollars, and Austin’s mother is earning a three percent cut as their real estate agent.
I have to collect my jaw from the floor when I make the calculation in my head—six million dollars with just a meeting here, a few handshakes there. It’s not drugs as Lena claimed to be the reason for Austin’s family to be so wealthy. It’s their connections with the super-wealthy.
Austin walks me to the bistro located on the ground floor of the hotel for my breakfast and asks the server to put the expense on his tab before leaving me for the meeting. Despite my growling stomach, I order coffee only and stroll back to the lobby to wait for Austin.
When he shows up an hour later, he has the youngest of the Saudi men alongside him. Hamza bin Abaza is the kind of man who’d make Max look like an angel. The way he ogles me, his middle finger slithering against my palm as we shake hands, his dirty smile, I have to swallow down a big lump of disgust. He must think I’m a prostitute Shelly hired to celebrate their multi-million-dollar business deal.
I hurry to Austin’s side and loop my arm around his to show Hamza I’m off limits. It doesn’t deter him from checking me out. Austin shakes hands with him with the promise of an afternoon in Denver after dropping me off at work.
Hamza walks out with us anyway, and Austin shows him his Corvette. Hamza fishes out his iPhone for the photos of his new Maserati back home. I sigh with a shake of my head while waiting for them to wrap up their brag session.
As soon as we make it into his car, Austin apologizes with a loving peck on my lips. I glance at the digital clock in his car with a wince. It’s already ten twenty.
“Can we stop by a grocery store before work?” I ask.
His eyes are on the road as we maneuver onto the street, then he reaches for my bare knee for a pat. “We don’t need to. I’ll get the groceries while you’re at work.”
I bite my bottom lip sheepishly. “I’m starved. I should eat something before work.”
“Why?” He looks taken aback. “Didn’t you eat breakfast?”
“I didn’t.” I shrug. “I felt uncomfortable about you wasting twenty dollars on breakfast for me, you know?”
“Why? It’s no big deal for me.”
“Don’t ask. It’s a big deal for me.” I turn my gaze to the window beside me to end the discussion.
He doesn’t drive us to a grocery store as I requested. He pulls over at the parking lot of the Buff, the restaurant he wanted to take me to before his mother ruined our morning. Now that I’m thinking about it, I guess the morning could hardly be called ruined, considering our romp on his Corvette.
“What are we doing here?” I chide.
“We’re going to have a proper breakfast.” He practically drags me out of the car, and we settle at the empty bar in the
restaurant.
The server smiles when she notices Austin and walks around the bar to give him a very friendly hug, displaying her perky breasts for him while chatting. She’s a tall, athletic blonde, much like the girl he was having lunch with when I walked in on it and ruined it by throwing hot coffee on him.
“I’d rather eat Greek yogurt from King Sooper’s than watch girls rubbing their tits on you,” I hiss under my breath when the server leaves after taking our orders.
Austin laughs, almost falling out of the chair with his enthusiasm. “She was not doing that.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You’re so naïve. At least, you’re pretty.”
His hand lands on my thigh, inching up, fingers approaching the apex of my sex. “Is that why you’re with me?”
I lean to his ear and whisper, “That and your big cock.”
He pinches the skin of my leg, making me flinch on my seat. “I’m glad to be of service, miss.”
My fury dies down when the server comes back with our order in under five minutes. That’s some service. Her eyes grow large at the sight of Austin’s hand on my thigh, yet that doesn’t stop her from getting provocatively close to him as she places his dish in front of him and gives his shoulder a squeeze when he thanks her.
“All right, I see what you mean,” Austin admits, as soon as the server is out of earshot.
“Do you own this place too?” I ask, gobbling down a large piece of the omelet with smoked salmon and capers while spreading some of the homemade strawberry jam on my buttery sourdough bread slice.
“No.” Austin shakes his head, his voice sober, when he says, “The pizza joint isn’t mine either. It’s my father’s.”
When I glance at him sideways, I see the instant change in his mood. He must have remembered his failed business and dead girlfriend. Setting my bread and fork aside, I wrap an arm around his shoulder. “Why don’t you try it again, open another restaurant? You’re smart, business-savvy, and there’s a market for it.”
He reaches for his coffee, avoiding my eyes. “It was different back then. I was an idealist. I wanted to stand on my own feet without any help from my parents. And, I did it. It felt incredible, succeeding at something on my own, although I had to work a hundred hours a week. When it fell apart, I lost my will. It’s much more lucrative to work for my parents. My life is easy financially, and my parents need my help anyway. Win-win, right?”
I run my hand through his hair and smooth out the deep lines on his forehead with a gentle rub. “Then, why don’t you look happy?”
He shrugs. “Maybe because I still feel like a failure. The hamburger joint was Natasha’s dream, and I put it in bankruptcy after her death.” As soon as his confession is out, he stiffens in his seat.
The look of guilt on his face pulls at my heartstrings. Despite his hard exterior, he’s still fighting with the ghosts from his past.
With a throaty exhale, he takes my hand off his forehead and places it next to my plate. Forcing a smile, he points to my omelet. “Eat now. I bet you don’t want to be late and get on Lena’s wrong side again.”
It may be just me, but the way he said her name is more intimate than it should have been for just an employee of his.
His words come rushing back to me. I fucked her good. I fucked her pussy. I fucked her in the ass. I fucked her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of my cock.
My skin crawls at the thought of him anywhere near Lena. Pushing away the disturbing images, I return to my plate and in a matter of minutes wolf down the entire meal, which must have at least two-thousand calories.
For some reason, at the end of our meal, Austin grabs my hand to rush me out.
I can barely keep up with his speed. “What time is it? Are we late?”
“We might be,” is all he says.
“We’ve still got fifteen minutes,” I say once I climb in the car and check the digital clock on the dash. The brunch was only a fifteen-minute affair.
He remains suspiciously quiet during the two-minute drive to the building of Knight Technologies, his dad’s software company. Rather than parking outside, he drives into the garage.
Unbuckling, I turn to him, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “We’ve got about ten minutes to kill. What should we do?”
His eyes darken as they follow the curves of my body before moving up to meet my gaze. “I’ve got an idea.” His hand lands on its favorite place, my knee, and inches up, sliding past the hem of my dress.
I take in a sharp breath of air at his touch, at the burning lust in his eyes drinking me in with want. “Someone could see us.”
“This is private property.” His thumb reaches the apex of my legs, and its tip brushes me there softly, just enough to wake up my desire. “And, I won’t get you naked. Not fully, at least.”
A naughty smile pulls at his lips as he loops his fingers around the waistband of my panties, tugging them down. “Take these off,” he says, his voice guttural.
I do, immediately, feeling the wetness between my thighs. Glancing at him, I notice he’s unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. His cock lays already thick and long beneath his boxers, the sight of it making me catch my breath.
Turning around, I move over the console to his seat, positioning my knees on either side of his thighs, while he pulls his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs out, hard and mighty, the vein running along the side of it full and pulsating.
I can’t wrap my head around the heady rush of excitement just the sight of his cock gives me. He fucked me just a couple of hours ago and an hour before that. Heat pools between my legs in waves. Although I still feel raw inside my pussy, the void is growing, and only his cock can fill it.
Impatient to feel him inside me again, I start to lower my hips down to his lap. His hands on my waist stop me. “Not yet, baby.”
I groan my displeasure, and he chuckles with an amused shake of his head. He runs his large hands down my breasts and waist before moving them to my buttocks from underneath my dress. He kneads and squeezes them roughly as if checking my physical condition.
I jolt upright when his finger slides through the crack of my ass and starts making circles around my back orifice. The sensation is a strange mixture of invasion and pleasure. He applies pressure, probing, wanting to enter.
His eyes are locked on mine, watching me intently. I feel exposed, my mind blank. His hand moves around, and his fingers brush across my mound. A brief touch of his thumb on my clit sends a shiver through my body. The soreness inside me must have made me extra sensitive. My clit throbs for more, swelling, heated.
He lifts the hem of my dress just enough to take a peek at my pussy, his own breath hitching in his throat when his fingers spread open my pussy lips. His fingers pull and squeeze at the hard knob of my clit, and it’s all I can do not to moan.
My head falls on his shoulder as he starts a delicious swirl. I can feel wetness leaking out of my pussy, coating my inner thighs. His teeth sink into my neck as he massages my clit roughly. I gasp at the quickly building pleasure inside me. I grip the sides of his seat and start grinding my hips in the rhythm of his fingers abusing my tender flesh to get some relief.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” he says and rums two fingers inside my pussy, forcing them deep.
“W-what?” The sudden invasion sends electricity across the nerve endings inside me. I could come right here, right now.
“I’m gonna come.” My begging comes out as a howl.
“Not yet!” He quickens the firm thrusts of his fingers into my tight pussy, clearly enjoying my need.
I can hardly control the spasms as he fucks me hard with his fingers. Long, rough strokes cloud my head with pleasure. My pussy is stretched to its limit as he pushes and pulls his fingers in and out with a furious rhythm, the tips slightly curved and hitting my sensitive spot with every single thrust.
I shut my eyes, bite my lip, ball my hands. Nothing helps. I’m losing it. My body is ready to explode. I’m so wound up, my
clit is so swollen and sensitive, I can’t keep it under control anymore.
“Please! I can’t!” I yell, breathing heavily.
Rather than letting me come, he slides his fingers out of me. I feel an enormous void in my pussy and glare at him in shock. “What are you do—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he plunges the full length of his cock inside me, both of us moaning like wild beasts. His big hands are tight on my waist as they hold me high. He starts thrusting his hips upward and pounds into me forcefully, driving inside me with urgency, deeper and faster.
I get more desperate as I feel every inch and every throb of his cock, the pleasure reaching its all-time high. I lose all thought, and all sensation other than his cock when a wild storm of vibration erupts inside my pussy. My body shudders with pleasure, and the walls clamp down hard around him.
He grunts, “Fuck!” in my ear, as he explodes with me.
My pussy still vibrating, my eyes fly to the digital clock. It’s already five after eleven. Hastily, I slide off of him and move over to my seat. His cum leaks out of me in abundance. “I need to leave. I’m already late!”
His cock is still pulsating, still hard, and coated in my juices. He quickly pulls up his boxers and jeans.
“Wait a second. I need you to have this.” Reaching for the glove compartment, he digs out an iPad and hands it to me. “I want you to text me on your free time. It connects automatically to the restaurant’s Wi-Fi.”
His comment reminds me of my need to go phone shopping. I wince inwardly. The sheriff only has my old phone number to reach me about my sister’s missing police report. I have no way to know if he’s tried to call me already.
He leans over to me, his eyes gazing at my lips with intent. “I love that pussy.” He presses his mouth against mine for a deep, long kiss before letting me go.