Then he broke off the kiss and looked me in the eye. He seemed wary and contrite, like he was about to ask me something he felt bad about. “If you don’t want to – ”
My only answer was to shrug the robe completely off my arms, take his head in my hands, and pull him to my breast.
His mouth enveloped my nipple and sucked at it greedily, his tongue circling it and lapping at it and then sucking again. All I could do was arch my head back and moan. His hands moved around and pulled the robe completely off me, out from under my legs. His fingers found my ass and cupped the cheeks, grasping them, kneading them, pulling me closer into him, my pelvis grinding into his stiff cock still hidden beneath his pants.
As he switched to my other breast and sucked and swirled his tongue, I fumbled blindly with his belt, groping with his zipper. All the while my fingers ran up and down his exquisitely long, thick shaft.
After half a minute of my fumbling, he finally pulled away and allowed me to undo his pants. I had to struggle to yank them and his boxers down far enough, but when I did, his cock was fully exposed, ramrod straight against his belly, thick and pink and beautiful. Not even thinking, I put out one hand and just let my fingers drift down its length, the way I would want to touch a $30,000 fur in a store, just to see what it felt like.
He groaned and tilted his head back, and I moved my fingers gently up to the tip, which was wet with his pre-cum. A silver strand looped from the engorged head to his washboard abs. I traced along the ridges of his muscles, feeling the slippery wetness of his juices on his tan skin. As the tips of my fingers drifted down his rock-hard stomach, my wrist pushed aside his shaft, moving it a few inches to the side – which provoked a single contraction. His cock pulsed once, growing even thicker, the head becoming even more swollen, and another clear bead of his pre-cum welled up from the tip.
I guess it was too much for him, because he seized me by the hip with one hand, angled his cock out with the other, and positioned the wet tip between my thighs, right at my swollen lips.
Ohhhhhh God that felt gooooood
I slowly lowered my body, letting myself glide down his cock, taking him all the way inside me.
I moaned as he went deeper, inch by inch, slowly filling me up.
He was silent the entire time, though his eyes were wild and fixed on my pussy, fascinated, as he watched his entire shaft slowly disappear inside me.
I slowly, slooooowly sank down on him until he was all the way inside me, and my thighs were settled on his. And then I began to rock and grind, feeling him deep inside me, the lovely girth of the thickest part of his shaft pressing against my lips and heightening my pleasure.
He groaned, too, and pulled my upper body closer to him. One hand grasped each of my breasts, and he crushed them together and proceeded to suck and lick at one nipple, then slide his tongue wetly across my skin to the other, sucking and nibbling, then moving between them, a continuous wet streak of erotic pleasure back and forth across my chest.
I gasped and groaned. With my upper body that close to him, I couldn’t grind the way I wanted to – but I was enjoying his frenzied lust too much to stop him. I wrapped my arms around his head, keeping his mouth on my breasts, and began to move up and down on his shaft, feeling it slide out, the pleasure decreasing the tiniest bit… and then I lowered down until it was deep inside me. Raising up and then plunging down, over and over, feeling the shock of his thickness suddenly fill me. I was in total control. I began to go a little bit further up, then plunge down harder, again and again, farther and faster, until I was bouncing up and down on his cock, slapping my thighs against his, feeling him suck and nibble and lick my breasts, hearing him groan as he clutched at me like a dying man with one chance to live.
But as good as it felt, I wasn’t close to coming.
I could only get to a certain level… but no more.
It didn’t feel like before.
It wasn’t like last night.
I closed my eyes and imagined how he had looked at me when he whispered, I love you.
I remembered the tears coursing down my face – not from sadness, but joy – and how I had said it back: I love you, too… I love you…
I remembered how his eyes had never left mine as he feverishly thrust inside me, filling me up, but never breaking my gaze: I love you, Lily, Jesus God I love you…
That was all I imagined as my head tilted back and I kept fucking him on that couch: the night before when we had made love, and all I had heard was I love you.
That was enough.
I felt my pleasure build and rise. I thought about him kissing me and I went higher, my heart swelling fit to burst, as I imagined him inside me whispering I love you into my ear –
And then I came.
Overpowering and amazing and sweet and all-consuming, because in my ears I heard I love you, Lily, I love you, I love you, mingling with my own moans of pleasure –
And then I heard his groan and cry, and felt him swell and burst inside me.
After a few more seconds, after his cries died away, I stopped plunging down on him. Weak and exhausted, my legs trembling, I settled down on his lap, opened my eyes, and looked at him for the first time in almost a minute.
He was grinning up at me, his eyes half-closed, his head resting back on the sofa.
“Jesus, that was amazing,” he whispered hoarsely.
I smiled sadly – I wonder if he knew that it was a sad smile? – and kissed him tenderly on his lips.
I felt a little bad that I hadn’t been with him in the moment. That – for the first time ever with him – I had had to think of something else in order to come.
I’d had to think of another Connor, the one from last night.
The one who hadn’t been afraid to say that he loved me.
44
I sat there on top of him, kissing him, not wanting to let him go –
– until someone banged on the penthouse door.
Sebastian’s voice was muffled and far away. “I’m assuming from what I heard that the big finale is over. We need to get a move-on.”
“Oh my God,” I cried out, and pulled the robe up around my naked body, even though Sebastian was on the other side of the door and nobody could see us.
“Really bad timing, Sebastian!” Conner shouted over my shoulder.
“Actually, sixty seconds ago would have been far worse.”
“Give us a few minutes!” Connor snapped, then added, “And you’re still not going!”
“DAMN IT, Connor!” Sebastian yelled, exactly like a spoiled four-year-old.
I could have sworn I heard a foot stamping on the ground.
45
‘A few minutes’ turned into ten as Connor changed his clothes. I stood there in my robe, watching him in the lamplight from beside the bed, enjoying the show.
He was teasing me, though I didn’t realize it at first. He took off all his clothes – ALL of them, even his socks – and stood there buck naked in the massive walk-in closet, the shadows etching grooves in his muscular back and arms and thighs, all under the pretext that he was looking for something to wear. Then he glanced over his shoulder, looked me up and down – and gave me a wink and a smoldering grin.
“That’s just cruel,” I said as I crept up behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him lightly on his back.
“You looked like you were enjoying the view,” he said as he went back to selecting a new suit.
Bastard.
Two could play at that game.
I loosened the belt of my robe, let it fall open, and rubbed my naked skin against his backside. His firm, muscular, sculpted ass pressed against my belly, and I slowly caressed my breasts against his back.
Not only that, but I put my arms around his waist and let my fingers play blindly with his large, dangling cock.
It didn’t stay dangling for long.
But it did get larger.
“Hey,” he laughed as he turned around and kissed me.
I could feel his lips grinning against mine before he pulled back. “You keep that up, I’m not going to get dressed for a long while.”
I felt his cock straining against my body as it got longer and harder – but it still pointed downward, desperate to stand up straight.
I caressed it softly with my fingertips. “I wouldn’t mind.”
He laughed and stepped away. Finally freed, his shaft bounced up and quickly rose, straight and hard, with every pulse of his heartbeat.
“Yeah, well, then Sebastian actually will come barging in,” he said as he stepped into a new pair of underwear and slid them over his muscled, gorgeous legs. He had to position his erection flat against his belly as he pulled the boxers into place, and still the pink head peeked out several inches past the waistband.
I watched greedily until he turned away and slipped on a white shirt and began buttoning it.
“He works for you. Just order him to stay out,” I pouted.
“Yeah, that won’t work. He’d make a scene anyway just to spite me for not taking him to New York.”
His words stung like alcohol on an open wound – though I don’t think he recognized how they applied to me.
Shrug it off, I told myself.
“Why aren’t you taking him?” I asked. “He’s right, it makes more sense for him to be there with you.”
“Johnny has to go with me,” Connor said as he slipped on his pants.
“Well, yeah,” I said, as though it were patently obvious.
“And I don’t like leaving you here alone.”
“Then take me with you,” I whispered.
He glanced over his shoulder – a wary look, unsure what I was going to do next.
I dropped my eyes. “Never mind. Sorry.”
He shrugged on a jacket and kissed me – briefly, lightly, but not passionately – on his way over to the bed.
“It’s just one day,” he said as he sat down and pulled on the socks… though his eyes lingered on my body.
I realized I still had the robe open and was flashing him. But I wasn’t in the mood for coy little games anymore, so I folded it around me and tied the belt.
“I know,” I muttered.
He slipped on his shoes, then came over and kissed me again for real.
I kissed him back, moving my hands up to touch his chest.
But before we could really get going, he pulled away.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered.
I hope that’s true.
But I knew that it wasn’t.
He gestured back to the main room and said with an Arnold Schwarzenegger accent, “Come along, Herr Sebastian is waiting.”
I giggled in spite of myself, took his hand, and followed him into the main room.
46
Johnny and Sebastian were waiting out in the main room. Sebastian was standing with his arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor; Johnny caught my eye, blushed, and looked away.
I cringed inwardly, hoping he hadn’t heard any of what Sebastian apparently had.
“Here’s the itinerary, with addresses, contacts, phone numbers, and call times,” Sebastian said in a snippy voice as he held out a sheet of paper. “Don’t forget you’ve got to be at – ”
“Fine, thanks,” Connor said as he snatched the paper out of Sebastian’s hand, then folded it and put it inside his jacket.
Sebastian huffed and narrowed his eyes to slits, then turned to Johnny and produced another paper as if by magic. “I got you one, too, plus I emailed you both the itineraries, so if you’re late or you miss an interview, do not come crying to me.”
Johnny nodded uncomfortably, took the paper, and shoved it in his pocket.
“We ready?” Connor asked Johnny.
“Yeah, the car’s already loaded. You don’t have any bags, do you? I figured – ”
“No, it’s all staying here. See that my stuff gets laundered, will you?” Connor asked Sebastian.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they get the stains out of your pants,” Sebastian said evilly, flicking his eyes over at me.
Oh my GOD.
Johnny blushed a little more.
Connor glared at Sebastian and got right up in his face. “See that you do,” he said menacingly.
Sebastian actually leaned back a bit in alarm.
Connor turned away from Sebastian, faced me – and rolled his eyes. I had to suppress a smile.
He leaned over and kissed me, then pulled back just an inch as he held my face in his hands. “Before you know it,” he whispered, echoing his words from a few minutes before. Then he kissed me again.
Say it, I implored him silently. Just whisper it in my ear, or mouth it to me, I don’t care –
But he didn’t. Instead he pulled away and went to the door with Johnny. The last thing Connor did before the door closed was look at me and smile sadly as he walked out –
And then he was gone.
47
Sebastian was quite obviously pissed off by his new role as my guardian.
At least he ignored me as he paced back and forth through the penthouse, making last-minute phone calls while I watched television with the sound down low. Nice, safe, mindless sitcoms, with nary a mention of billionaire blackmail.
It made the 11 o’clock local news, though. Unimpeded by primetime standards, they lingered heavily on the shots of me and Connor – with all the appropriate black bars over the naughty bits, of course. Wouldn’t want to corrupt the young minds of America with an errant nipple. Especially not during exhaustive sex scandal coverage.
There were multiple interview clips of Connor being Connor – handsome, witty, eloquent, and effortlessly charming. They even snuck in a shot of Miranda, the one where the reporter called her on her bullshit.
Thank heaven for small favors.
The only shot of Mr. Templeton was him storming off the set, which was even better.
In an interesting twist I hadn’t seen coming, the anchor also reported on stocks connected with the key players.
Connor’s various companies were up an average of 7.4%. An energy company he owned – apparently the one that would implement the Nevada solar plan – was up a whopping 23%.
The Templeton family’s various companies were down an average of 4%. Templeton Energy was down the most, by 15%.
Sebastian had done his job well.
I wondered how many tens of millions of dollars – maybe even hundreds of millions – the Templetons had lost today.
Eh, they’d probably make it all back in the next week when the stocks returned to normal. This would all go away, and no one would remember it anymore –
“And now,” the anchor’s voice intoned, “a look at the young Los Angeles woman at the center of the controversy.”
My eyes bugged out as a familiar, very horrible picture of me appeared on the screen.
My senior yearbook picture.
Li’l 18-year-old me.
With bangs.
And a zit on my cheek.
And a horrible, goofy smile that made me look half-stoned.
“AAAAAAH!” I screamed, clutching at the sofa like I was in the middle of childbirth.
Sebastian came running. “What? What happened?”
Then he saw the yearbook picture, and his hand shot to his chest. “Oh my God, they’re drawing and quartering you in public.”
The anchor kept talking, and talking, and talking, as more photos showed up – mostly from Facebook, which made me want to kick Mark Zuckerberg’s ass and go delete my profile immediately. Thankfully none of them were as ugly as the high school yearbook photo, but there was one of me at Anh’s last birthday party, drunk off my ass in a nightclub and barely hanging onto my tiny friend. They’d blurred out her face, I noticed, but – ho ho! – not mine. No, when the news programs have already showed your ta-ta’s to the world, apparently any photo of you is fair game.
There were other pictures, but they were relatively tame by compa
rison. For the first time in my life I uttered a silent prayer of thanks that I had been an uptight, boring stick-in-the-mud during college, and that I’d always said ‘no’ when past boyfriends wanted to take ‘special pictures.’
Although now, of course, there were enough ‘special pictures’ to keep me ‘internet famous’ for fifteen minutes after I died.
The segment ended and the anchor went on to cover the most recent battle in Congress over the national debt. Y’know… boring, insignificant stuff.
I hunched over and cradled my head in my hands.
“You’re not going to throw up, are you?” Sebastian asked, both wary and disapproving at the same time.
“No,” I muttered, though now that he’d mentioned it…
“Good, I do not need that right now.”
Asshole.
He hesitated for the briefest of seconds, then said, “I called Javier – I’m going over there. There’s no reason to suffer more than I have to. If you need me, I left my number on the table.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, still hunched over.
“Do you need anything?”
I sat up and paused to think…
“If you do, just call room service,” Sebastian said.
I glared at him over my shoulder, but he just gave me his back as he walked over to the door.
“Don’t wait up,” was the last thing he said before he disappeared into the hall.
48
I did end up calling room service – for a pint of Haagen Dazs, which I ate during a Big Bang Theory rerun.
My phone kept buzzing on the coffee table. I checked it every time it did, hoping it was Connor.
It never was. Just a bunch of phone numbers I didn’t recognize. Many different area codes, but a lot of New York and LA prefixes – 212, 310, 213.
He’s still flying, I thought.
He can’t call from the plane, I rationalized, even though I was pretty sure you could in a private jet.
When I checked the messages, I realized Dad had left another one earlier, when Connor was still here. That’s why I hadn’t seen it.
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