by Tia Siren
I imagined walking up to her and crawling toward her perfect curves. My hands slid up her legs, pulling her silk nightgown up her body as she looked down at me and licked her lips. I pushed my hands over her thighs and stared down at her perfect pink pussy. She bit her lip as I lay down, wanting to taste her body. I kissed her thighs and dove my face into her mound, running my tongue up through her folds and opening her like a flower. My mouth rolled around her clit, massaging it gently as her legs quivered next to my face. Her moans echoed in my head as I swirled my tongue through her juices. She tasted like cherries, and all I could think about was how much more I wanted. She lifted her hips off the bed and pressed her hand against my head, grinding against me, fucking my mouth. I groaned and licked the ecstasy that was dripping out of her, wanting my cock deep inside her. I shook my head, massaging her pussy with my mouth and sucking on her hard nub, pushing her closer to coming.
Slowly, I slid my hand up her leg and rubbed my fingers over her before pushing them deep inside her tight pussy. It was exactly how I remembered it, wet and strong, pulsing around my fingers as I slid them in and out of her. She screamed out in ecstasy as I flicked the ends of my fingers up and down inside her, pulling her deeper into her passion. Her hand smoothed through my hair as she laid her ass back down on the bed and spread her legs wide. I looked up at her, and our eyes met while my fingers pushed in and out at a faster pace. She moaned loudly, her mouth falling open and her breath quickening. I loved the way she looked at me, as if peering into my mind, when she was getting closer to climax. Her big pouty lips were so hot, and I could already imagine sticking my dick between them.
I slipped another finger inside her, watching her squirm and grab on to the mattress beneath her. She breathed heavily, her hips twisting against my hand as I sat up and fingered her with everything I had. I reached up and pulled the top of her nighty down, exposing her big, luscious tits. She moaned as she reached up and grabbed them, twisting her fingers around her nipples. I smiled and put my other hand on her clit and rubbed it fast and hard. She arched her chest and tilted her head back, screaming loudly as her pussy pulsated around my fingers. Her juices exploded, running down my hand as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy.
I opened my eyes and groaned, my hand riding up and down my cock over and over again. When I closed them again, we were in the studio alone, sitting across the table from each other. She had that angry look in her eyes, only this time, I wasn’t letting her get away with it. I reached up and pushed the food off the table before grabbing her around the neck and kissing her passionately. She moaned and crawled over the wooden surface to sit on the edge, her legs dangling over. I ripped open her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere, and grabbed her naked tits, squeezing them hard as she pulled my pants down and reached inside my boxers. I smiled and stepped forward, letting her lips slip over the head of my cock. She flicked her tongue lightly against the head and pulled back, running her tongue from the bottom of my shaft all the way back to the top.
I leaned my head back as she slipped her mouth over the head and sheathed her teeth. Slowly, she took in my bulging cock all the way down to the base. She began to bob her head up and down as she sucked hard on my dick. I growled, reaching up and grabbing her hair, pulling her face back and smiling. It was good, but I wanted that pussy. I pushed her back on the table and pulled her pants off her, throwing them to the side. I pushed her panties over and guided my dick forward with my hand, rubbing it through her juices and over her clit. She moaned and grabbed her bouncing breasts as I thrust my hips forward, pushing deep inside her. My cock throbbed as her warm juices ran over me like a waterfall.
I gripped her hips and began to fuck her, not wasting any time. I slammed deep inside and pulled back out, repeating the motion over and over. I could hear the sound of our bodies slapping against each other in my head, arousing me even more. She screamed out in pleasure as I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed, my cock still moving at a feverish pace through her warm, wet pussy. I rubbed my shaft through her, making the table sway back and forth with every pound. She looked up into my eyes and smirked as her tits bounced up and down, her body writhing in pleasure. I gripped her tighter, pushing her thighs farther apart as I sank down deep inside her. I leaned forward and sucked her tit while my hips still moved in short, shallow thrusts.
“Bend me over,” she said. “Fuck me from behind.”
“Yeah?” I groaned. “You want it from behind?”
“Yeah.” She moaned as I slammed into her again.
“You want me to pull your hair and slap that perfect little ass?”
“God, yes,” she screamed.
I pulled out, tugged her to her feet, and kissed her lips before spinning her around. I bent her over the table and pressed her body against the cool, wooden surface. I looked down at her perfect ass and massaged it with my hands. She moaned and giggled as I slapped it lightly and watched it jiggle in front of me. I moved forward, her juices guiding my cock inside. I grabbed her hips and thrust hard, pushing as deep as I could. She moaned, lifting her upper body off the table and leaning her head back. I smiled and reached forward, twisting her long dark hair around my hand. I pushed against her shoulder with my other hand, giving myself plenty of leverage.
Slowly, I moved my hips forward and back, pushing deep inside and then pulling almost all the way back out of her. She gasped with every thrust, moaning loudly as my hand on her shoulder steadied her. I unfurled my hand from her hair and leaned forward, reaching around her to rub her clit. She moaned as I began to move faster and faster, pushing in and out and heaving forward against the table.
“I’m gonna come,” she squealed in a high-pitched voice.
I moved faster inside her, my fingers matching my speed. She screamed and arched her back, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock. I groaned at the explosion inside me as I came hard with her hot juices cascading over my shaft.
I opened my eyes, groaning as my hand pulsed up and down my throbbing erection. My hot seed shot out and swirled around the drain, steam floating all around me. I jerked it until there was nothing left inside and then relaxed my shoulders, breathing heavily as the water washed over me. I looked around the shower, grabbed my loofah, and sighed. I was still all alone in my apartment. Ava was nowhere to be found.
I washed up and got out, wrapping a towel around my waist and staring at myself in the mirror. I still wanted her, and even though my cock was flaccid from exhaustion, I could still imagine myself fucking the hell out of her. I shook my head and left the bathroom, finding some gym clothes and putting them on. It was only seven, but there was no way I was going back to bed. My head was too full of Ava and her hot body. Something had to give, or I was going to be miserable, walking around with a constant chub and jacking off in the shower every morning before the sun came up.
I grabbed my gym bag and headed out of the house, figuring if I was awake, I might as well work out. Maybe that would get her off my mind. Either way, I knew I had to find a way to have her again. I had to feel her skin against mine. How I was going to do that was still beyond my understanding.
Chapter 14
Ava
I sat down at the computer and checked my bank balance. When I’d gotten to the bank on Friday, I had realized Mason had given me a certified check and not a personal one. It was probably the best for him since it didn’t leave a trail, and it was nice for me because that meant the money would go through almost instantly. I hadn’t spent a dime of it, though. It just sat there staring at me, giving me a guilt trip I couldn’t seem to shake. I hadn’t even told my parents about the money, but I was getting ready to see them. Of course I would tell them about the money then. I was going to give them part of it, but where it came from was going to stay my little secret. Not only would they never take the money if they knew it was from the Yorks, but they would never speak to me again if they found out how I’d earned it.
Their hate for the Yorks was understandable and went all the w
ay down the chain to Mason. They didn’t want me having anything to do with him, and they had seen through the tabloids—true or not—what kind of man he had turned into. Just looking at him, it was clear he had embraced the lifestyle of the rich and famous wholeheartedly. Sure, being rich didn’t make you an automatic asshole, but in my parents’ eyes, it had made Mason into a miniature version of his father, the man who had destroyed my father’s business and legacy.
They could never find out I’d had any contact with Mason beyond that day at the mattress store. I had told my mother about that when it had happened, and though my father hadn’t brought it up, I was sure she’d told him about it. They weren’t the kind of couple who kept things from each other, especially when it came to their archenemies’ contact with their daughter. My father would keep it to himself. He was understanding of my bond with my mother, but he would never forget it and would find it a betrayal of his family. Sometimes, I felt like we were living in the medieval times where my father would go and kill the Yorks in my honor. I was pretty sure he had visions of that from time to time. I could never fully know how losing his business had affected my dad, but he was a different man than he had been a decade before.
If they knew I had gone to that meeting with Mason, that I had sat across the table from him and talked to him about things, they would lose their minds. If they knew I took money from him, they wouldn’t even know how to react. My father would probably disown me and then get up from the table and walk away without another word. My mother would cry and tell me how much of a disappointment I had become. The Yorks would win again by tearing our family apart at the seams. I couldn’t allow that to happen and would take that meeting to the grave if I needed to. I knew it was dramatic, but the whole situation with them since I was eighteen years old had been dramatic.
I felt so bad for lying to my parents. Our honesty and trust had been what had gotten us through all the hard times. I had to remind myself that telling them I got it from modeling gigs wasn’t a complete lie, but omitting the truth was nearly as bad in my parents’ eyes. I was just going to have to suck it up, knowing the alternative would be much, much worse. They never really knew how much I made modeling anyway. They only knew it paid for my tuition after my scholarships were applied. They knew it had to be a good amount because I could afford my own place, I took care of myself completely, and I gave them any extra I had any time I had it. They hated taking it from me, but I knew they needed it, and I never took no for an answer.
I opened my checkbook and wrote my parents’ names at the top. I paused, doing calculations in my head, and then wrote down the number and spelled it out on the line below. As I signed the check, I felt like I was signing it in blood, using lies to take care of my mother and father with the money that had destroyed them in the first place. At the same time, the money—and a whole lot more—was owed to them. I tore the check out and put it in an envelope and sealed it. I set it on the desk and stared down at it, having a serious crisis of conscience. Part of me wanted to rip it up and go do something with it anonymously, like pay part of their mortgage, but I knew that wouldn’t feel any better. At least this way they could do whatever they needed to do with it and give themselves some peace of mind.
I ended up giving them fourteen thousand of the twenty-four grand. That left me enough to pay the remainder of my tuition for the next semester and a little extra to put into savings. I wanted to give them more than half, and it only made sense. They needed it more than I did, and they deserved it more than I did. I may have been the one at the meeting, but I was only there to collect the check. They deserved to be happy and to feel comfortable and taken care of. My parents lived modestly. They had learned that, to survive, they would have to be that way. They would make that fourteen thousand last a long time.
I put the envelope in my purse and headed out of the apartment to meet them for dinner. We had picked a small Italian joint down the street from their house, and they were there waiting for me when I arrived. My mom looked happy and so did my dad, but they never really looked unhappy these days. They always put on a brave face for me.
“Hey, sweetie,” my mom said, hugging me tightly.
“Hey, Mom.” I returned her hug.
“You look good,” my dad said with a smile.
I kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“We already ordered your favorite appetizer,” my mom said.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. We could have just done entrees.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” my dad said, knowing why I was saying that. “So, how is work?”
“Actually, it’s been amazing.” I clasped my purse in my lap. “I’ve had a ton of gigs, and they all paid way better than the other ones. I’ve been able to pay next semester’s tuition already.”
“Honey, that is great,” my mom said, smiling.
“Maybe I should get into the modeling business,” my dad said with a smirk.
“Well, I don’t think that will be necessary. Things have been fantastic for me. I can afford tuition, I have six months of bills in the bank, and I have everything I need. So, I thought I would give you something.” I pulled out the envelope.
“Honey, you don’t need to give us anything.” Mom peered inside the envelope and then gasped. “Ava, good lord.”
“What?” My dad took the envelope and look at the contents. “Ava, how in the world did you have that much left over?”
“I told you, Dad, I had a lot of really well-paying gigs,” I said. “Modeling is no joke. When you become popular, they pay you really well, and the agency gets me higher wages too.”
Mom shook her head. “No. We absolutely cannot take this.”
“Your mother is right, Ava. You did the work for this,” he said. “You’re out there busting your butt to make this kind of money, and we couldn’t even begin to think about taking it from you. You’re our daughter.”
“I won’t accept that excuse,” I said. “You’re going to take that money, and you’re going to get caught up on anything you need to, and then you’re going to buy Mom a pretty dress and take her out to dinner somewhere outside Brooklyn.”
“Honey,” my mom said, “that sounds wonderful, but we absolutely can’t accept this.”
“Look,” I said. “My whole life, I have watched you guys bust your butts to make things happen. When I was a kid, it was with the hotels, and as an adult, it was with anything you could do to make it work. You’re the hardest-working people I have ever met. You’re the reason I’m hardworking, the reason I don’t let myself fail at anything. That didn’t come out of nowhere. I learned that from you. You guys deserve to be comfortable, even if it’s just for a few months. I never want to see you need or want for anything, and I will always do whatever I can to make sure you’re comfortable. I don’t model because I like it. I do it because it affords us opportunities, which is exactly what you did for me growing up. I want you to take it, and if you don’t, it will really hurt me.”
“I don’t think she’s going to take no for an answer,” my father said, looking at my mother.
“Ava, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to us,” my mother said with tears in her eyes. “You’ve made both of us so proud, prouder than any parent could be of their child. Your generosity and kind heart are things to be envied. Thank you for this, from the bottom of our hearts.”
“I love you guys,” I said, smiling. “And now I can sleep better knowing that you’re okay.”
“Well, let’s celebrate then,” my father said as the waitress brought the appetizer to the table. “To your good fortune and our blessing of having you in our lives.”
“Here, here.” Mom raised her glass in a toast.
The rest of dinner was awesome. My dad reminisced about when he and my mom were dating and then when I was a child, and then he talked about a possible promotion at work. It was the first time in a long time I had seen my father look even remotely relaxed. I knew it had to do with
the money. It was because he knew they would be okay for a little while longer. That made me feel really good inside, knowing I could help the people I loved the most.
Still, in the back of my mind, there was this nagging feeling of guilt. I had lied to their faces and put a check in their hands that had ultimately come from the Yorks. I couldn’t tell what was worse, knowing I had lied to them or knowing that it had felt good to take the Yorks’ money. Only part of my motivation regarding school was about the money, and that was only to make sure my parents were comfortable for the rest of their lives. The rest of it had always come from my desire for the Yorks to get their due punishment for ruining good people. But did I really want to do to them what they had done to us? I felt like I was turning into someone I didn’t recognize. I also knew where that feeling was coming from. It was from Mason, who had really gotten into my head.
Chapter 15
Mason
It was my first full day of work in a long time, but I was getting restless at home and needed to start branching out. There was always a place for me at York. I had my own office and a secretary who worked for both me and Overly since I was barely ever there. I had to admit it felt good to go to work like everyone else on a Monday morning. My father had me get acquainted with the new protocols and had patched me in silently on conference calls so I could learn again from all the time I’d had off. I had to admit, I had forgotten how damn boring those meetings were. All the bigwigs sat around listening to the smaller employees tell them about the work they had done that they would never get recognized for. I knew that financially, the system my father had created worked, but on a personal scale, it was a terrible way to treat the employees. My father’s company had to be more than a moneymaking machine. I had thought my father was about quality, but from the looks of it, it was all about financial quantity.