by T L Swan
“What are you talking about?” Cameron snaps.
“Who’s blackmailing Joshua?” she asks as she puts her hand on her hip. “Has he been fucking around again?” she sneers angrily.
I shake my head as I try to think quickly on my feet. What in the hell did she just hear?
Cameron’s eyes flick to me. “No, of course not!” he snaps angrily. “Stop eavesdropping.”
“You tell me right now or I am going to tell Natasha.” Her angry eyes move between the both of us.
Cameron’s nervous eyes flick to Natasha and Joshua who are now kissing on the dance floor. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he snaps.
“I’m not stupid and I won’t tell Tash. I mean it, tell me!”
Cameron’s eyes meet mine. “It was before he was with Natasha.”
Abbie narrows her eyes. “Where?” she snaps.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Here in Australia,” I whisper quietly.
She narrows her eyes. “Go on,” she sneers.
“Joshua was with a girl before he was with Natasha at the weddin, Cameron says nervously as I take a drink.
“Yes, TC the prostitute,” she says.
Cameron frowns. “TC? What does that mean?”
She pulls a disgusted face. “Tunnel cunt.”
I spit my drink out and Cameron bursts out laughing. “That about sums it up actually.” He laughs.
“Anyway she had a camera in her bag and now wants five million dollars or she is going to send the tape to Natasha at work,” Cameron sighs.
Abbie narrows her eyes as she puts her hands on top of her head in frustration. “She’s such a bitch,” she snaps.
I frown. “You know her?”
She nods. “Unfortunately, yes, she does this shit often, blackmails men to get what she wants. She’s sleeping with my flat mate.”
My horrified eyes meet Cameron’s. “You know where she lives?’ I stammer.
“No, but I can find out. If she thinks she’s doing this to Natasha she has another think coming. That bitch is going down. Leave this to me and don’t you dare pay her one cent and don’t tell Joshua I know.”
Cameron’s eyes flick to me. Shit, now we have done it. Abbie storms off through the crowd.
“That’s going to backfire,” Cameron snaps.
“Tell me about it,” I stammer as I feel a hand snake around my waist from behind. Nicholas leans into my ear. “Hello,” he smiles.
I smile warmly over my shoulder. “Hello.”
Cameron’s eyes light up. “Hello, Nick, nice to see you.” They shake hands. I put my hand out and he smiles at me and then leans in and kisses my cheek. ‘I don’t think so,” he whispers into my ear.
I swallow uncomfortably and step back as my eyes drop to the perfect specimen before me, tall and dark in full naval whites. I feel myself harden.
His eyes drop down my body as he takes a sip of his drink and he licks his bottom lip seductively. “I like your outfit,” he smirks.
I smile nervously as my eyes flick to Cameron who smiles into his drink. “Thanks.” My heart rate just picked up by thirty beats per second. Why does he make me feel like this?
“Are you having a good time?” he asks.
“Amazing,” Cameron answers. “How many years have you been doing this event?”
He and Cameron start to talk but I can’t concentrate on the conversation. Every one of my senses is standing to attention. I have never had such a physical reaction to any person before and it’s very unsettling. He’s taller than me and lean but it’s his intelligence and confidence that arrests me and holds me captive. I’m so nervous I feel like I can’t breathe.
Nicholas’s eyes flick intermittently to me as he talks to Cameron. What’s he thinking? I really
should be joining in the conversation but I can’t even talk. This is ridiculous. As he continues to talk to Cameron he puts his hand out and gently runs it up and down my arm. Cameron’s eyes meet mine as he smirks at me. Fuck, Nicholas is a confident bastard.
His hand finds the bottom of my arm and he links our hands. “Can I steal you for a moment?” he asks.
Cameron smiles. “I’m going to the bar. He’s all yours.” He walks off.
He smiles broadly at me. “All mine hey?” His eyes drop to my lips. “I like the sound of that.”
I swallow nervously.
“Come, I want to show you something.” He pulls me by the hand through the crowd and I reluctantly follow. I can feel the gaze of people on my back as we get to a door which he opens. As he ushers me into a staircase and starts to walk up it, the door opens behind me and my two security guards walk in. Nicholas turns to them annoyed. “Can we have some privacy please?” he asks me with a raised eyebrow.
I frown. “Umm.” I turn to the boys and wince.
“Where are you going?” one of my guards asks him.
“To the roof,” he answers flatly, obviously annoyed.
“We will search the roof and then you can go,” the guard replies as I swallow uncomfortably again.
They head up the stairs to the roof and Nicholas and I stand still on the steps.
“Is this normal?” he snaps as he fiddles with my fingers in his hand.
I nod. “Yes unfortunately,” I reply quietly.
He shakes his head in frustration. “I think you are safe here.”
“Maybe I’m in more danger now than ever,” I breathe as my eyes search his.
He smirks sexily at the double meaning. “Maybe you are.” He runs his hand over my chest and goosebumps cover my flesh as his touch puts me on fire. His dark eyes hold mine.
“Clear,” we hear from the top of the stairs and the moment is broken. I pull my eyes from his gaze. He grabs my hand again and we walk up the stairs where we arrive to a rooftop terrace with a garden. Fairy lights hang strung in a zigzag across the top from poles and large timber benches scatter the space.
“This is nice.” I smile as I look around.
He smiles warmly as he runs his hand down my face. “Like you.”
I smile. “I’m really not that nice.”
“I beg to differ.” He leans in closer to me.
“Why did you bring me up here?” I ask.
He smiles. “I’m hoping you’re going to kiss me again.”
I smirk. “Oh really.”
“Yes really.” He bites his lip to stifle his smile.
“I told you I don’t fuck around Nicholas,” I whisper.
“I don’t want a man who fucks around. I want someone to make love to me when he feels enough emotion to do so.”
My heart stops.
“And I want that person to be you, Adrian,” he whispers.
“You do?”
“I do,” he whispers as his eyes drop to my lips.
I can’t help it. I don’t have any willpower left. I lean in and grab the back of his neck and pull him into me as I kiss him gently. His lips are soft and hard and … fucking perfect.
Natasha
An hour later I am dancing with the girls and I feel Joshua’s heat before I see him. My love has come to dance with me. The girls dance off through the crowd as Joshua’s strong hands envelope my waist from behind, and he kisses me slowly over my shoulder. As our bodies move together I can feel his hardness behind me, his breath in my ear, his hands close to obscene as they run over my hipbones and up to my breasts and down my arms.
Joshua bends his knees as he pushes his erection into my back and starts to slowly suck on my neck as his hands slide up and down the sides of my body. My eyes close as my head drops back to his shoulder and I gently sigh.
“I’m taking you home, beautiful slut,” he whispers into my ear as he bites it.
“Mmm,” I reply with my eyes still closed.
“Now or I am going to take you on the dance floor.”
My dilated eyes meet his. “Take me here. I want you to fuck me here,” I whisper.
He turns me and pulls me close to him as he gr
owls into my neck. “Do you have any idea what I am going to do to you tonight?” His tongue plunges into my mouth and I whimper as I hold off an orgasm. “How hard you are going to cop it,” he growls.
“Mmm,” I groan as I rub my groin into him. “I need it hard, baby, give it to me as hard as you can,” I whisper as I run my tongue through his open mouth.
“I need to fuck until we are both raw.”
My eyes close. “I’m aching for you to fill me,” I purr as I feel a distinct throb between my legs.
“That’s it, we are leaving.” He turns and pulls me off the dance floor by the hand and back over to the others. He signals to the bodyguards to get the cars, I stand still on the spot as I try to catch my breath. Cameron hands us both drinks and Joshua regrettably takes his and I smile. “Thank you,” I mouth. Everybody is talking around us but Joshua and I stand staring at each other, off in our own little world. My eyes drop down the beautiful man in front of me. White tight singlet stretched over his rippled torso, green camouflage army pants that are bulging at the groin, green cap, dog chains and big black boots, dark sensual eyes. One could not even imagine having this as a sight to look at, dream about … let alone love. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Will you just go?” Abbie snaps into my ear.
I frown at her in question.
“If I have to watch Joshua give you that come-fuck-me look one more time, I’m going to cry tears of blood. I can’t handle it, he’s too fucking hot! Tie him up.”
I giggle. “I know,” I whisper as I bite my lip.
He stands still with his legs wide, watching me as he drinks his beer. This is arousal, deep-seated … dangerously high arousal. He isn’t even talking to the boys and I know exactly how he feels. We are on a one-way track to orgasm, and nothing else matters. Everything else outside the two of us is trivial. He gets the signal from Ben and grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “We are leaving,” he says to Cameron and the others.
I smirk at Abbie and wink as she mouths the word “Bitch.” I wave at the group as Joshua drags me out of the hall.
Joshua ushers me into the limo and immediately pushes the security screen up. He climbs in behind me and sits patiently as he waits for the screen to go up. I sit like a child waiting for my next instruction as I try to catch my breath. The screen goes up, he pulls me over and straddles my legs around him as he hitches up my dress. His hard erection digs into my softest part that is now dripping wet.
He groans as he runs his hands through my hair. “I want you. I have never wanted anything so much.” His tongue ploughs through my mouth as he grinds his hips into me and rocks me onto him. One hand is on my breast kneading it and the other is guiding my hip to rub me over his erection … back and forth …back and forth.
“Baby,” I sigh, “I’m going to.” I whisper into his mouth as I quiver, trying to hold it.
“Come, you’re going to need all the lube you can get tonight, precious.” For ten minutes he grinds me hard onto him. I am in a squatting position and my feet are on the seat, and my underpants are dripping wet. Back and forth … back and forth … back and forth … until I can hold it no longer and the dam breaks and I burst into orgasm. I cry out and he kisses me as I pant into his mouth. What must we look like? He in full army kit and me dressed like a nurse from a brothel dry-humping each other in a car like a pair of horny teenagers. We continue kissing and I can feel his arousal amping up by the minute as he is getting rougher and rougher with me. “I need that beautiful tight cunt around my cock now,” he growls, his breathing laboured as he grinds my body over his. The car stops and he puts his head back against the headrest to calm himself as he pants while watching me. Boy if the look he is giving me has anything to do with it, I really am going to cop it. I think I might need that cage now after all. He waits for a minute and then opens the door slowly and we gingerly climb out. The bodyguards all look away and I wonder what they must think of our behaviour on the dance floor tonight. How do I keep forgetting they are watching everything we do? Joshua takes my hand and we walk up to my apartment in silence. We get to my apartment and the guards do their mandatory security check. Joshua smiles lovingly at me and kisses the back of my hand and I melt. He’s perfect … absolutely perfect.
“It’s clear. We will be outside sir.”
Joshua’s eyes flick to me. “Downstairs will be fine thanks. I will call you if I need you.”
They nod and head down to the lift.
I smirk at him. “Why do they have to wait downstairs?”
He raises an eyebrow as he leads me into my apartment. “I don’t want my staff listening to my girl scream all night, that’s why.” He throws me onto the lounge, sits next to me and immediately unzips his pants. Jeez, let’s get straight to it then … what the hell. He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom and opens it and rolls it on.
I frown. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting ready to fuck my girl,” he whispers darkly as he rolls it down his length.
“Why are you putting a condom on?”
He smirks sexily as he strokes himself. “Because I have plans for you in a minute and I am not eating my semen.”
My eyes widen. “Oh,” I whisper.
“Yes, oh,” he smiles. He lifts me and pulls me over his lap to straddle him and starts to rub me over him again as he kisses me deeply. His pants are open and he is free.
“I haven’t had sex with a condom since I was seventeen,” I say quietly.
He pulls back and he looks at me tenderly.
I give him a bashful smile. I’m embarrassed I just said that out loud. I just cemented how inexperienced I am. He kisses me again more urgently and rips my underpants off and throws them on the floor and then he lifts me over him.
“Josh … I can’t take you like this straight up. You know that,” I whisper as I start to panic.
“Shut up and fuck me,” he snaps and he slams me down onto him with his hands on my shoulders. I cry out from the shock of the overwhelming fullness and my head throws back. Shit … ok, I am … He lifts me and slams me back down and my legs open further as I feel myself moisten and open for him as he slides in as far as he can go.
My eyes widen and his eyes darken. “That’s it baby, take me … feels good doesn’t it?” He grinds out, his mouth is open and slack as his eyes drop to my lips.
He grabs my waist and waits for me to adjust to the overwhelming sensation as he pants, trying to control himself from moving. My heart is racing out of control. This is what I need, for him to take me uninhibited without concern for being gentle, being quiet or being committed. I kiss him roughly and mouth the words, “Fuck me.” His eyes roll back in his head and he really starts to move me as his hands grab my shoulders for leverage from behind. He’s so hard, so deep … and so damn hot. He’s completely taking me over and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. I close my eyes as I try to deal with the intense punishing rhythm. “Your beautiful cunt is so tight around my cock. Can you feel it?” he growls as his hips work at a piston pace.
“You feel so good. Fill me, harder, faster,” I cry.
He seems to lose control as he stands suddenly, lifts me and pushes me against the wall. His hips are now pumping into me at such a fast pace all I can do is hang on. Oh god, my head is against the wall and he is taking me hard, ripping into me as his body starts to drip with sweat. He drops his head to my shoulder and groans from his stomach as he jerks in orgasm while he breathes heavily into my neck. We stay still, lost in the moment. The connection between us is so intense I can hardly breathe. I tenderly pull his face back to mine and kiss him gently as once again the emotion I feel for this man nearly brings me to tears.
“I love you,” I whisper through glassy eyes.
His haunted eyes meet mine and I frown. What was that look? Why did he look at me like that?
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I whisper as I gasp for breath.
He shakes his head and drops it to my shoulder again
as he appears to try and compose himself. What the hell is going on here?
“Nothing’s wrong, presh, that’s what’s wrong,” he says sadly.
I frown as I try to understand the meaning of that statement.
He gently pulls out of me, eases my feet to the ground and he kisses me again.
Trying to erase the last twenty seconds, I smile. “Shower?”
He smiles broadly. “Are you feeling dirty, my beautiful slut?”
I smile shyly. “As a matter of fact, Mr Stanton, I am.”
I slowly wake to the sound of heavy breathing. Joshua is out cold next to me. Having sex for hours will do that to a man. He must be exhausted. I know I am. I sleepily trudge to the bathroom and return to the bed and lie down. Joshua throws his arm over my stomach and he leans over and kisses me while his eyes stay closed.
“Morning, beautiful,” he sighs sleepily.
I lean in and kiss his cheek. “Morning,” I smile.
He rolls to his side and winces, still with his eyes closed. “Shit … you must be sore.”
I giggle. “Yes, some sex fiend took his liberties from my body all night.”
With his eyes still closed, he smiles, grabs my behind and pulls me into him. “Yeah, well, you did put out the invitation to the party with that outfit.”
I giggle again and he kisses the top of my head. “What time is it?” he asks.
I shrug. “About nine I think.”
“Hmm,” he groans. “I have to get up.”
“Why?” I frown. “It’s Saturday. Can’t we stay in bed all day?”
He opens his eyes for the first time and smiles. “I wish, I have to train.”
I really am over this work-out shit. “You don’t have to train. I am making you breakfast, then I’m taking a shower with you and then when I want to go back to bed for a sleep you can go to the gym.” I smile sweetly.
He smirks. “Not happening, I’m going in twenty minutes.” He hops up slowly and walks to the shower.
I lie on my back. “Take note, I just put out an invitation and I got a decline,” I yell.
He calls back from the bathroom. “Not a decline, just a raincheck.” I roll my eyes, same shit.