by Paige North
She rides me harder and I can feel the sweat trickle down her spine to my fingertips. I’m just holding on, waiting for her. Frankly I could have come the moment her hand touched my dick.
Jordyn switches it up again, falling down on top of me. She never stops fucking. She’s moving her wet worked pussy over my thick cock like it’s the only thing she ever wanted.
I push her legs down straight like pins, closing her cunt even tighter around my cock. Her moans tell me she loves the sensation too. Her arms are around my head and her tits are close enough now that I can move the slightest and take a mouthful. I suck her hard little nipple, lapping all over her tit like an animal dying of thirst. She’s bouncing so much on me that her tits bounce on my face and I love it, I love that she’s getting off so good. I push down on her back, getting her closer to me.
“God, Miles, you’re going to make me come,” she cries.
Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore. “Come, Jordyn. Come with me.”
“God,” she says, fucking me harder and harder until she cries out, and as soon as I feel her cunt squeeze around my dick I’m done, blowing my load into her until my mind hits a near blackout stage.
It’s like the world explodes around me and I’m happy to see it go, feeling Jordyn’s pussy clench and contract around my throbbing dick. She slows until she’s fully collapsed on my chest, our bodies perfectly aligned.
After a moment she slips out of me and rests beside me. I turn her face toward me and kiss her. Will I ever be able to get enough?
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I ask.
“Death by sex,” she says, smiling with her eyes still closed. “Best way to go.”
“The only way.” As long as she’s beside me, sure—I’ll die right now.
We curl our bodies into one form again, no her and no me, only one being.
“Best day ever,” she says.
Which, I realize, is totally true. With that awareness, one ominous thought enters my mind as I fall asleep: Is it all downhill from here?
We wake slowly, and together. I’m on my back and she scoots ever closer to me, nuzzling her lips in my neck as a good morning kiss.
Already my dick is twitching at her touch. She makes me feel like an addict, like something is wrong with me that even after everything last night I still want more of her.
Luckily she does too. As her hand moves across my chest she slowly presses her crotch into my thigh. I breathe out, pulling her closer, feeling her full tits on my skin. It’s enough to get me fully erect. Truthfully, though, Jordyn could blink at me and I’d be hard as steel.
I move on top of her and slip my dick into her, so wet and eager. She catches her breath at the quickness of my entering her. But then I hold steady, leaving my dick buried inside her. I look down at her, so pretty and fresh, her eyes clinging to mine. She reaches up to touch my face. “Miles,” is all she says and it turns my heart in ways I didn’t think were possible. I take her hand and kiss her, then slowly I move inside her.
I fuck Jordyn slowly, feeling every bit of her cunt as I go in and out of her. Her face is a mixture of hard pleasure and deep want, and I love watching her.
I go slow but increase the power, thrusting into her in bursts and then staying buried inside her. Every time I pump my dick into her feels like the most incredible sensation of my life. It’s slow and hard and she loves it, and I fucking love watching her. I lower myself closer to her, resting on one arm and take her mouth in mine. I kiss her deeply as I continue my slow fucking, my hand on her hip the whole time. Her little kitten moans fill me up, making my mind go haywire.
I take her leg and drape it over my arm and feel the tilt of her cunt. She moves her head back to moan but never takes her eyes off me. I plow into her, harder with each thrust, slamming my cock into her. I know I can’t last much longer so I move back up, pushing her knee back to her shoulder and fuck her in steady thrusts. With every drive of my cock I’m daring her to come. I watch her, and as soon as the space between her eyes squeezes together and her mouth falls open in a silent scream, I know she’s coming. Her walls clench around my dick as I come into her, punctuating each thrust with a steady load of come inside her.
I collapse on top of her, releasing her leg, which she wraps around my waist. It’s clear neither one of us wants to let go. I bury kisses in her neck then cover her face.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I tell her.
“I’m here,” she whispers.
I slip out of her and once again we snuggle up next to each other, my arm around her as if it belongs there. With our bodies pressed together, she takes my hand and we play with each other’s fingers, letting them touch and graze each other. I size my palm up to hers.
“Your hands are so tiny,” I say.
“Yours are just huge.”
I crook the tops of my fingers over hers. “I can eat yours up.”
“So eat me up,” she says.
“Mmmm…”
We rest, snuggled into each other for while. A bit later Jordyn asks, “How do you feel about last night?”
“Are you kidding?” I say. “Last night was incredible. Last night, the middle of the night, this morning…”
“No,” she laughs. “I mean at the event. With Kendrick and Washington.”
“I feel great about it,” I say. “It’s a real breakthrough, getting to work with them. It could really change aspects of my company.”
“I’m glad,” she says. “You grew up in Boston, right? And you said your brother is still there?”
“Yes,” I say, stiffly.
“Don't you have another brother?”
“Rex, my younger brother. He runs the Los Angeles division of things.” I figure telling her things that she can find on the company website isn’t crossing over into personal territory.
“You get along with them?”
“No,” I say, stating another fact. “We make a point of not talking. Only through our assistants and the occasional emails.”
“Really?”
“We used to have weekly video conferences but we stopped that after our father died. Can’t stand the sight of each other.”
“Miles, that’s terrible,” she says.
“Not really,” I reply. “It’s for the best. We’re not a close family, geographically or emotionally. Most families I know are dysfunctional as hell so mine isn’t so bad.”
“I guess,” she says. “My family has their issues but we all really love each other.”
“You’re lucky, then,” I tell her, and I mean it.
“I remember Halloween when I was eight,” Jordyn begins. “Mom made my Jessie from Toy Story costume herself, and my brother Eric was Buzz Lightyear. It snowed that year, kind of a freak thing, but we refused to go home until our baskets were literally overflowing.”
I smile at the image of her in her little Jessie costume. I bet she was adorable, fake freckles and all. “Cute,” I say.
“What about you?” she asks. “Got any good Halloween stories? What did you dress up as? A CEO?”
“Actually, one year I did.”
“No!” she says, laughing.
“I’m kidding. My best costume was as The Incredible Hulk. Fake muscles, green face, the works.”
“I bet all the parents loved you.”
“We only did the trick-or-treating thing once or twice,” I tell her, and there’s no smile on my lips to match hers. “One year we were all home from boarding school for Halloween. Dad split us up and said whoever got the most candy would win.”
“No,” she says. “Seriously?”
I nod yes and she asks, “What did you get if you won?”
“Nothing. The knowledge of being the winner. Respect from my father at having won at something for one night only.”
“God, Miles, that’s messed up. Like beyond messed up.”
“It’s just the way it was for us growing up. Win at any cost—especially against my brothers.” Wanting to get the conv
ersation off me I say, “You mentioned something about your brother earlier. He’s sick?”
Now it’s Jordyn’s turn to be quiet for a moment. She keeps playing with my fingers, but it’s as if she’s trying to think how to answer. Finally she says, “Yes, he’s sick. Actually, he’s an addict.”
I’m surprised by this, but my empathy goes to Jordyn because it’s clearly hard for her. Just saying the words seems to take effort.
“He was in jail for a few months,” she says. “That’s what I meant before, when I said he was away. When he got out we didn’t know where he was for a week. We didn’t even know when he got out. Mom had said she’d pick him up but then he never told her the exact date. Apparently he had a buddy or some girl get him and then he went straight back to it. Heroin—that’s his drug.”
“That’s terrible, Jordyn,” I say. “It must be hard on your whole family.” I know some of the people in the company have dealt with addictions but I never have to see it. HR handles it.
“It is terrible. For Mom especially. He’s home now, but I know that his being there while he’s using is just so stressful, on her and Dad. She’s so hopeful that he’ll turn a corner. She can’t see that he’s just using their house as a place to crash in between using. He doesn’t care about them; he doesn’t care about anything but money for the next high. Sometimes he’ll tell Mom he needs money for food or gas. Once he said he needed money for a paternity test because of some girl he hooked up with.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah, and she gave it to him. I couldn’t believe how blind she could be. The money he takes from them is always for drugs. Mom wants to believe he can kick it, but she also can’t see that she’s not helping him. She’s enabling him. He’ll never get better as long as he has her to get the money to buy the drugs, not to mention a place to stay. It’s a sick cycle.”
“What about rehab?” I say. “There are people in my company who have gone off for a month or so, depending. It doesn’t always work it’s usually helpful and anyway, it’s a good first step.”
“Rehab is expensive. Like, way beyond our means. It’s not that my family is so poor, either. It’s just that the cost of rehab is way up there. Thousands of dollars for one month, and they say someone like Eric needs three minimum. Even Mom could use some counseling to help her understand what she’s doing. I don’t blame her, not at all. Anyway, like I said—it’s a mess.”
“What about your dad? Where’s he in all this?”
“Quiet on the sidelines. He’s disgusted with Eric. He won’t talk to him when he’s around. As for Mom, he’s sort of given up on trying to stop her from helping my brother. The thing is, we were such a good family before. Like, it was gross how happy we all were. But the drugs have totally torn us all apart. None of us connect with each other anymore. We’re disjointed.”
A disjointed family—that is something I can totally understand.
“I’ve gone on too much,” she says with a sigh. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or anything. It’s just…you asked and I feel safe telling you.”
My chest feels tight. Hearing her say those words frightens me more than the thought of losing the deal with Kendrick and Washington—more than losing the company to my brother Jackson.
I swallow, unable to really speak.
“You’ve changed me, Miles,” Jordyn says, her voice soft. “I feel stronger when I’m with you, like last night. You make me feel like I can do anything.” Her breath on my skin, her hand on mine, her body close to me—it should all make me feel good, happy. Her words, though, rattle me.
I need this to stop—we’re moving fast and I don’t know how we went so far down this road without me even realizing it.
What the fuck have I done?
“Miles,” she says so quietly, as if my name is a delicate word that can’t be broken. “I’m really falling for you. I don’t mean to freak you out or anything but these weeks with you have been the best days of my life. I just feel so close to you. I want more of you. I hate being away from you. You know?”
I do know. I know because I feel the exact same way. But I’m nothing if not a man of my word. I told her last night what I was going to do to her and how I was going to fuck her. I kept my word every step of the way.
I also told her, at that first dinner at Truffle, that there would be no emotions involved on my end. It was business. It could be pleasurable, but I drew the line at emotions.
It’s the most important rule I follow. Getting emotionally involved means work ends up being second, and if my father taught me and my brothers one thing, it’s that work must always come first. After all he did to build the company, keeping it strong and profitable is all that matters.
It’s what we were born for, and I won’t be the one to mess that up.
I told her there would be no emotions, but lying here in bed with her I know I’ve let myself slip. I’ve known it for a while but I’ve been careless.
I let this happen.
Now Jordyn is falling in love with me, and the exact thing that I didn’t want to happen is about to happen.
I’m going to hurt her. Badly.
She deserves someone better than me, someone who will give his heart to her fully and not just when it’s convenient. I can’t be that man for her.
“You’re too good to me, Jordyn,” I tell her, and as the heaviness settles over my soul, I know that I’ve spoken the truth.
Jordyn
Miles slips out of bed and begins pulling on clothes. I lie in bed naked and watch him.
Something has just shifted, and I don’t like it.
“Hungry?” he asks, but his voice is strange.
“Yeah, actually. Starving.”
“Feel free to call downstairs and have them make you something,” Miles says, pulling on a shirt. “Get whatever you want.”
A rock the size of my fist is suddenly sitting in my stomach. “You’re not staying?”
He shakes his head, refusing to look at me. “I need to go to the office, get a few things done. Prepare for Monday.”
“But it’s Saturday,” I say.
“I have to work. You know this about me. Especially with the deal I sealed last night.” He pulls on socks and starts to lace his leather shoes. “Work is the only thing that matters.”
With that, he cuts me. I think he knows it, too.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
He runs his hands through his hair, his thick beautiful hair that I love so much. Finally he turns to look at me. Gone are the kind, passionate eyes that looked at me so deeply this morning. Eyes I found myself falling into completely, heart and all. The eyes that look at me now are hollow, vague. Emotionless.
“Look, I think this has gone far enough,” he says. “I hired you for a job and last night, with Kendrick and Washington, you helped me fulfill a big part of that job. You helped me look like someone who gives a shit about family and all that crap.”
And now I know that my words scared him.
I never, ever should have told him how I felt about him.
Miles is a fucking coward.
Tears are welling in my eyes; I can’t believe I’m hearing this. He turns away from me as if he can’t bear to look—as if my tears disgust him.
“Whatever, Miles,” I manage.
“Jordyn, you know this was always just a business arrangement. I told you from the beginning I wouldn’t get any emotions tangled in this, despite the fun we’ve had.”
At the word “fun” his eyes glance at the bed. I want to punch him. My tears fall freely at the cruel pain he’s inflicting on me.
“You’re a liar,” I say, brushing away my tears. I get out of his bed and put the robe around my naked body. I can still feel him between my legs. I’m reeling at the turn of events. “This hasn’t just been fun and you know it. You feel something for me, Miles. Why is that so hard to admit?”
“I’m not go
ing to argue semantics,” he responds coolly.
“Argue semantics? All month you’ve done this hot and cold thing. Sometimes you’re so sweet and loving to me but then, without warning you’ll pull back. I may not have been with that many guys, but I’m not an idiot. I know what that means.”
“And what do you think it means, Jordyn?” he snaps.
“It means you’re fighting your true feelings,” I say. “Why are you trying to push me away? What’s so bad about caring for me?”
Miles closes his eyes for a moment. “You’re setting up a straw man to knock down, Jordyn. I never said there was anything bad about caring for you.”
“You’re trying to turn this into some kind of debate,” I say. “And I know why you’re doing it, Miles. You’re freaking out because we’ve gotten close. Really close.”
I have never felt more vulnerable or braver at the same time. If he wants to get rid of me like this, he’s going to have to give me a good excuse.
I know what I’ve felt between us. I know it wasn’t one-sided.
He turns away from me, putting on his watch, as he says. “We’re done here. Consider the contract complete. I’ll make sure you get the full remainder of the balance by tomorrow morning. And Jordyn,” he says over his shoulder, “I was clear all along that this was only a business arrangement. An arrangement which is now complete.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I say through fresh tears. I stand there crying for a moment while he finishes getting dressed, ignoring me like I’m background noise. “You’re a coward, you know that? You can’t even do it. You can’t look me in the eyes and pretend that you don’t feel the same way I do. You have feelings for me, Miles. I know it.”
Miles turns slowly to face me. Without a blink, without so much as a flutter of his lashes, he says, “I don’t feel the same way, Jordyn.”
Tears spill down my cheeks. “You’re a liar.”
“I know it hurts. But I told you in the beginning—”
“No emotions. Yeah, I got that.” I angrily wipe away my tears. “I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. I don’t know why you’re doing this. I don’t know what about this scares you. But you don’t have to be scared, Miles. Why don’t you trust me enough to admit your feelings?”