Keep it together, Zack, I told myself. But it was tough not to imagine the layers of her outfit peeling off, seeing her tits drop as I removed her bra, getting to see what they would look like if I mounted her and stuck my cock between them….
Chapter 5: Virginia
It was 1:10 by the time we got to Tito’s Taqueria, shrouded in the Sunset District fog, but the forty minutes that had passed in the car felt like five. Even if he hadn’t been impossibly sexy, even if he hadn’t been worth north of five billion, I would still have thought it was amazing.
But he was impossibly sexy and he was impossibly rich.
I told myself to keep it together. I’d told him it was a business lunch, that we were partners, and I wasn’t going to lose my cool just because he made me want to rip my clothes off and impale myself on his cock.
I found it so cool that we weren’t going to some upscale place that served portions the size of a thumbprint. Sure, it would have been sort of fun to go to one of those swanky places. But the more I got to know Zack, the more I realized he would never want to go to one of those places by choice. He just wanted to scarf down some tacos. I can’t say I didn’t feel the same.
The owner knew him right away. “Two fish tacos, one chicken taco!” he said. “You brought a friend! Will she have the same?”
I shrugged. “Sounds good to me!”
The tacos were delicious. There was one moment that stood out to me above the rest. A drop of sauce from the fish taco fell on my blouse, but I didn’t notice it until Zack pointed it out to me.
“The worst part about these things is that they’re so messy,” he said. “But I think that’s part of what makes them so good.”
It didn’t occur to me until after I had wiped the sauce form my blouse that I would have been completely embarrassed if this had occurred on a normal date, let alone with the hottest guy I’d ever met. But I wasn’t embarrassed at all. A corny thought flashed through my mind: the best guys are the ones who you can be yourself with.
As if he was reading my mind, Zack looked at me and said, “You know, I can’t remember feeling this relaxed around a woman in, I don’t know, forever. Basically.”
I smiled back at him. “I’d heard you were charming—that’s your M.O. But I don’t know, you don’t really seem like a rich guy to me. I guess the Rolls Royce felt a little swanky.”
He laughed. “I know. It’s a little embarrassing. But it’s not like I reject my money or anything, like I’m just in it for something else. I don’t know what it would be. A passion for business? It’s just that I hate how everyone treats me now that I’m rich all of a sudden.”
“Comes with the territory, I guess.”
“Yeah. The sad thing is, most people like it. Jax definitely does. You know what he said to me today? ‘You’re one of the richest people in the world. Start acting like it.’”
“He definitely does,” I said, not hiding my spite for his partner.
He shook his head. “He’s not a bad guy, I promise. He’s just—I don’t know. He’s a bit of a control freak. He would never allow himself to be vulnerable. So his attitude comes across so sarcastic and pretentious.”
“Oh please. The typical wounded male, so insecure that he lashes out. Spare me.”
“Hey. He’s my best friend. Don’t talk about him like you know him.”
I felt my face get hot yet again. He was right, I knew it.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You’re right. I just…”
“What?”
“No. It’s silly.”
“Come on, Virginia.”
I shrugged. “This sounds so stupid. But I just felt like I could say anything with you. Yuck, I’m being such a girl, I know.”
He smiled. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was mad. Believe me, I get more pissed off at Jax than I would ever be with you.”
“But you don’t know me that well.”
“What if I wanted to?”
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
He looked like he was making a decision. Then he put his napkin down and laid his hands on the table. “Let’s stop pretending, Virginia,” he said. “Or at least, I’m going to stop pretending.”
I felt my chest get tight. “Pretending what?”
“I really, really like you. And I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but you are beyond gorgeous. Something in you makes me want you badly. Very badly.”
Chapter 6: Zack
There. I’d done it. The words poured out of my like some kind of truth vomit. It took me a few seconds to muster up the courage to see her face. But when I did, expecting a look of horror, I just got a coy smile.
“I guess this isn’t a business lunch anymore,” she said.
“I…I couldn’t help myself,” I told her.
I’m very bad at bullshitting. Even when it feels like I should lie to people, I find it difficult to pull it off. So it was nice to see that Virginia didn’t want to be lied to.
“I’m glad you couldn’t,” she said. “I…after what Jax said, I thought there might be something—”
“It’s not like that. He’s just an asshole,” I said. “I mean, he’s right. I do want you. I want you so badly. But I feel like I want more too.”
“You don’t have to say that,” she said. “I can feel that there’s physical chemistry between us, but let’s not act like it would make sense for something else to happen.”
A waiter came and cleared our plates.
“Why not?” I said. I felt our knees touch underneath the table. Almost instinctively, I placed my hand on her knee. I saw her intake her breath sharply.
“It’s not like it’s a bad thing if”—I inched my hand up her thigh, the pads of my fingers smooth over the inside of her leg—“there’s sexual chemistry.”
“I know,” she said, taking sharp, choppy breaths. Her chest rose and fell dramatically. “It’s just that we live different lives.”
“Not so different.” My hand was moving ever closer underneath the table. I was close. I could feel the heat from her pussy, feel the skin from her other thigh on the top of my fingers. No thigh gap for Virginia.
“I don’t—” She looked around.
“Just agree to go out with me one more time, and I’ll stop on your command.”
“Can anyone see?”
“No. The place is empty and there’s a tablecloth,” I said.
My fingers pushed aside her panties and found the folds of her skin, moist and slippery and hot. I pushed past them and traced my finger along the inside of her slit, upwards until I found her clit, a hard engorged button. I circled it lightly. She swallowed and shuddered.
“Will you go out with me?” I asked.
She smiled. When she opened her mouth, she tried to speak but could only create a slight squeak.
“Just say yes,” I said.
“M—Maybe,” she said, smiling devilishly before opening her mouth and moaning softly.
“I think that means you want me to keep going,” I said.
She just nodded rapidly.
I continued to massage her clit. She was incredibly wet—I could tell without looking she had a beautiful pussy, with full lips and a large clit that throbbed under my touch.
She shifted in her seat, spreading her legs apart slightly and moving closer, pushing her crotch into me.
I was breathing heavy too. My cock was rising in my pants.
I felt my phone vibrate but I chose to ignore it. I needed to see her come in front of me. I could tell she was close.
“Oh, oh….” She slid further into my hand, her breasts pushing down against the side of the table. The result was intoxicating: her big, heavy breasts were almost pushed out of her top. Her cleavage had been seriously amplified. My cock leapt even further.
“Yes, yes…oh….”
She came hard, crying out for a second before she remembered that we were in a restaurant. Her juices flooded over my hands and her hips rocked against my palm. Wi
th my other hand, I grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling. She had lost herself completely—she didn’t go over the top. It was clearly not some stupid performance. It was a woman whose arousal became just a little too much for her to handle.
My phone continued to buzz as she tried to recollect herself.
“Sorry,” I said. I took my phone from my pocket and lifted it to my ear. The aroma from her pussy wafted into my nose, further accentuating my hard-on.
I saw that it was Jax. I picked it up.
“What is it?” I said.
“Dude! We have golf with Merrick Holtz in twenty minutes!” he shouted. “Where the fuck are you?”
Chapter 7: Virginia
“Shit,” Zack said, closing up his phone.
“What?” I surprised myself by speaking—I had just come so hard I felt like I could have lost track of gravity.
“I have to play golf with Merrick Holtz in 20 minutes,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that we would be here for so long.” He broke into an almost boyish, mischievous grin. “I guess I lost track of time.”
“Like, Merrick Holtz, the CEO of Delph Eye?” I asked.
Merrick Holtz was the fifth richest man in America.
“Yeah,” Zack said. “Total asshole. Bigot. But he owns part of FirePeak, so we can’t avoid him, unfortunately. Anyway, would you mind riding down with me? I can arrange to have someone pick you up along the way. I’m so sorry it turned out like this.”
Maybe it was the post-orgasmic pleasure haze. Maybe it was confidence gained from believing that he truly wanted me.
But most likely, it was the physical need my body felt for him that made me say, “I could just, I don’t know, come along.”
“You’d want to do that?” he asked. “Oh my God, that would be awesome. I would have an excuse not to talk to that guy. Would you really want to go golfing with me and Jax and Merrick Holtz?”
“It doesn’t sound like such a bad afternoon to me,” I said.
We got in the car and Zack instructed his driver to book it down to the course, some private country club that regular people would never be allowed to play. Zack just received a wave from the lot attendant as our shimmering car rolled into the lot.
Zack led me through the impossibly nice clubhouse and into a giant locker room with carpeting and huge wooden lockers. Jax was there, dressed and ready.
“What the heck is she doing here?” he asked. But he had a wry smile on his face.
“Lost track of time,” said Zack.
“Uh-huh. Sure you did,” said Jax. Then he looked at me. “He’s pretty talented, eh?”
I saw then that Jax wouldn’t respect me unless I showed him I wasn’t some stupid shy bimbo. “I’ll say,” I said. “I bet he’s got a lower handicap than you do.”
“Right you are,” said Zack. “In fact, mine is zero. Jax can’t seem to get over the hump.”
“You’ve been slacking,” said Jax. “That’s about to change soon.”
“Nice try,” said Zack. “Virginia, don’t believe anything he tells you.”
I liked the sense of competition between them. Now that I got to see them outside of a business setting, I could see they weren’t always a united front.
“You have to change too,” said Jax.
“I do? This isn’t nice enough?” I said. I was dressed for business.
“It’s not about being nice. It’s about being golf-nice. Here. Let me get you something.” Jax left the room and came back with a pink polo shirt and a white skirt, along with some socks and shoes. I looked at the tag.
“This is too small for me,” I said.
“Nonsense. Try it on,” said Jax.
It’s not like I couldn’t fit it over my head. But I didn’t want to look like a sausage inside of casing.
I looked at Zack, but he was too busy rushing into his golf clothes to notice the pressure Jax was putting on me. He was in nothing but socks and boxer briefs. My God, he looked good—his abs flexed and twisted as he stood up, pulling his pants on. I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of his bulge underneath the fabric of his underwear.
Besides, if I really believed that he found me so attractive—and I did, I kept telling myself—then maybe I should just go for it.
“Fine,” I said. “Where should I change?”
Jax shrugged. “Why not right here?”
“Come on, dude…” I heard Zack saying.
But I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided I didn’t care what Jax thought of me; I wasn’t going to back down just to give him the satisfaction of being in control. “No, it’s fine,” I said to Zack. “Jax is right.”
And I stripped right there, taking off all my clothes except for my panties and bra. I looked right into Jax’s eyes.
“Happy?” I asked.
Chapter 8: Zack
Oh my god. She looked so fucking hot.
Jax turned and looked at me, his eyes bugging out, when she bent down to pull her skirt on. Her breasts practically burst out of her bra. I could feel my erection pressing against the inside of her pants when she stood up, her skirt pulled on, her boobs jiggling with every slight movement.
“What?” she asked. “Do I have something on me?”
“Yes,” said Jax. “Altogether too much.”
Her face turned red and she flashed a smile that might have been irritated or charmed. With Jax, it was usually somewhere in between.
“You know, I’d heard so much about how impressive you two are. But you’re really just boys.”
I’m normally not so sensitive, but that one actually stung a little. “Hey!” I said. “That’s a little unfair.”
She slipped her pink polo over her head. When her face popped through, her hair was just a little messy. A few strands covered her face. I couldn’t ignore her body either—the way that polo hugged her curves and pushed her bust up made me want to do disgusting things. Sinful, dirty things.
Combined with the way her hair fell over her eyes, she looked so real, so hot, so eminently fuckable that I was tempted to tell Jax to go it alone with Merrick Holtz and try my luck with Virginia in the country club locker room. But I knew Virginia wouldn’t just go for something like that so soon. Even if she had let me make her come at lunch. She wasn’t the type of girl who just said yes to everything and anything.
At the same time, there was another reason I didn’t exactly want to get Virginia alone. Don’t get me wrong—I wanted her badly. Her thick legs, curvy body, full hips. She was pretty much the ideal woman in every way.
I wanted her worse than I had wanted a woman in a long, long time. But I could tell that Jax wanted her too. Normally, this would set off a competitive fire in me. Virginia, however, was not normal. She was the type of woman who could handle two men—at once.
I watched her sit on a bench and put her golf shoes on. I couldn’t help but try and sneak a peek up her skirt. I felt a tremor in my cock when I saw a flash of her white panties. I couldn’t help but think back to a few years ago, when Jax and I had also both wanted the same girl. We had never talked about what happened.
But I was sure that the flashbacks I regularly enjoyed—her curvy, full body writhing on my cock as she took him in her mouth, sucking the full length of his cock down her throat—were also stored somewhere in his memory bank. Somewhere with easy access.
It had happened. And I had never had sex quite as good—as electric, as passionate—since.
But I shook the thought from my head. Like I said, Virginia wasn’t that type of girl. Plus, I liked her so much. I mean, I was having ludicrously romantic thoughts about her. Feeding strawberries to her in bed, buying her a dream house, sailing on a yacht around the world together kind of dreams. If I shared her with Jax, that fantasy could never become reality. Right?
Jax looked at his watch. “Okay, Holtz is definitely waiting for us. I’ll go meet him while you two finish up.”
He looked at both of us. “Don’t mess around too long in here,
all right?” He left with a wink.
As soon as he left, Virginia said, “You know I don’t really mean that about you, right? Like, you’re definitely a man.”
“No worries,” I said.
“It’s strange. Something about Jax makes me w
Chapter 9: Virginia
By the seventh hole, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to spend much time with Zack. Merrick Holtz, who turned out quickly to be a genuine douche nozzle, was monopolizing all his time. Jax, however, was much less beholden to the older CEO.
While Holtz and Zack talked, Jax showed me how to hold a putter. It seemed like he’d gotten used to me a little. Or maybe he just felt like directing his biting attitude towards the billionaire CEO schmoozing with Zack.
“I wonder what they’re talking about now,” he whispered in my ear. “Old Merrick’s probably still trying to convince Zack that Tiger Woods can’t actually be black because he’s too good at golf.”
“That’s horrifying,” I said.
“Oh, baby. You’ve just scratched the surface of Merrick Holtz.”
He was standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and his hands directing my own on the shaft of the putter. I could feel his hot breath in my ear and feel his body behind mine.
“I don’t know how you guys put up with talking to people you hate so much all day,” I said.
“One word, darling: Money.”
“Fair point.”
“Okay, so back to this golf thing,” he said. “You want to make sure to swing the putter all the way through. Don’t just stop when you hit the ball. You’ll never get a good stroke—my God.”
I’d just started swinging the putter back. “What is it?”
“You, my dear, have the finest ass that’s ever backed into me while swinging a putter.”
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