The Competition

by Riley Rollins

  It took everything I had to stand up, to take her hands and gather her bag. I pulled her up beside me and dropped a handful of cash on the table. “I think you’ve been bad enough already… for tonight, at least.” I smiled down at her, aching to kiss her full, soft mouth. “Christ, Emi…” I leaned down, unable to stop myself. I felt her response rise up from deep down inside her and my own body shook with the effort to hold back. She was so ready, so willing… so perfect…

  “Your grandmother’s waiting,” I offered, praying the words had the strength to drag us both back to reality. She’d had too much to drink. And I wasn’t about to take advantage. But as I led her to the glass elevator, my words seemed only to spur her on. She stepped in beside me and the doors closed. The next thing I knew, her hands were unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans. Her warm, deft fingers had my cock freed in a fast second. She leaned into my chest, pressing soft, ripe breasts and hard nipples into me. I gasped… from the sensation… from our dizzying height above the city lights… I turned my back against view as we started to move slowly downward. And Emily dropped to her knees, looking up with a sweet, hot hunger in her eyes. She held my cock by the base and it swayed, towering…

  “Emi… please…” I reached for her, trying to pull her back to her feet. “You don’t know what it is that you’re doing…”

  She answered by making one long swipe with her tongue, from my aching balls to the dripping tip of my raging hard cock. Muscles inside me spasmed uncontrollably and my whole rod bobbed hard. She smiled. “I do know what I’m doing, Chase, and I’m going to prove it.” She tightened her hands around my cock and began to move… it grew even larger, even darker. “You want it too,” she said sweetly. “Just as much as I do…

  Let me give you the same kind of pleasure you gave to me…”

  28

  Emily

  Friday

  But he didn’t. I remembered enough to remember that.

  I’d taken him into my mouth again, savoring the taste of him… the sheer heat and size of him, fully intending to drive him to a climax just as powerful as the one he had given me. We had been in a clear glass room, sliding out of the sky and back down into the city. And it had moved slowly. Slowly enough to enjoy the view, more than slowly enough to give him what he was clearly aching for. He’d been huge and hard and ready from the moment I’d touched him…

  But that one last taste was all I’d gotten. Enough to quicken both our appetites, but nowhere close to satisfying them. He’d groaned and pulled me up beside him, zipping his jeans with difficulty. He’d been utterly enormous.

  But that had been Sunday. And today was Friday, with only one day left before the Sutton job. And I hadn’t heard from Chase since he’d brought me home that night. We’d driven mostly in silence, and his kiss at the door had been humiliatingly chaste. Then I’d crept up the staircase alone in the dark. Gran must have been asleep…. she hadn’t said anything to me in the morning. Nothing at all.

  And so I’d thrown myself into preparations for the party. A dozen calls between me and Sutton had resulted in a much clearer idea of just what the evening had in store. And I’d started to wonder if I should have taken Chase’s warnings more seriously. The atmosphere he seemed intent on creating would have made a citizen of ancient Rome blush…

  In any case, I was grateful to be busy. Run off my feet, actually. All of us had been working long, exhausting hours and by the end of the day, there was nothing left but to fall into bed and hope for sleep so sound my thoughts wouldn’t wander… It was bad enough to have gotten tipsy in front of him, knowing full well I couldn’t handle the scotch I’d ordered, but to have unzipped him…

  And had him refuse me. It was that memory, more than anything, that was still painful. I’d acted cheap and wanton. How could I be surprised that he hadn’t wanted to see me again?

  I spread the last layer of thinned white chocolate onto the cake sculpture, smoothing it to the texture of glass. When it was dry, I would begin the airbrushing, creating highlights and shadows… visual texture. Without a doubt, it was the most incredible effort we’d ever achieved. I sighed and stood back, leaning my chin to one side, making mental notes. It was so large that the transport would be the biggest challenge. That’s why we’d created it in two large pieces. I’d need at least thirty minutes to assemble it on site…

  I wiped off my hands and rummaged for my phone. Punching in Sutton’s number, I leaned back and put my feet up for a blessed minute of relief. I listened to the ring, and the click as he picked up.

  “So, how’s my sweetheart?” he asked. I smiled, used to his casual flirtatiousness by now. “Is my Bacchus ready for his bacchanal?”

  “I think you’ll be pleased,” I replied confidently. “Just keep in mind, he’s not all in one piece, not yet. I can send photos by the end of the day.”

  “I’ll be waiting,” he said, his voice deep and teasing. “So what is it you need, right at this moment? What’s your pleasure…?”

  I ignored his tone. “I know we scheduled to begin set up at four. Is it alright if we come half an hour earlier?”

  “You can come as early and as often as you want,” he replied smoothly. I pressed my lips together, glad he couldn’t see the expression on my face. Then I heard a voice in the background. It wasn’t Chase, but it was male and it sounded urgent.

  “She’s threatening to go to the press,” the man said. “Apparently half a million wasn’t enough.”

  I heard a loud shuffling against my ear, as if Sutton was trying to cover the receiver with his hand. I had to strain to make out his muffled reply…

  “Then offer her more. Or buy her a fucking car. I don’t give a shit. They all have a price… Just find hers… and shut her up…

  I sat blinking for a second as he came back on the line. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ve had something come up. Can I give you a call back?” He sounded casual, but not without effort.

  “Of course… no rush…,” I answered as the line went dead. I put the phone down and sat for a few moments longer, letting my aching feet rest just a little longer… and wondered…

  “You never introduced me to your young man,” Gran complained as I tucked her covers in for the night. It was late for both of us, and she was irritable. I was utterly exhausted. “It sends a poor message… He’ll think you don’t come from a decent family.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry,” I apologized, sitting down beside her. “He never picked me up here like we’d planned. At the last minute, we ended up meeting at his sister’s house and having dinner with her.” I looked away, remembering the rest of the evening, grateful for the dim light of her bedroom. “It wasn’t really like a date…”

  She made a soft clicking sound and I looked up to see her smiling. It was the first time in a very long time and she looked suddenly very different. Softer, younger… more like the kinder woman she had been in my childhood.

  “Well,” she said, looking at me and nodding. “He sounds like a gentleman,” she said approvingly. “His family clearly matters to him, and he made sure you were properly chaperoned.”

  I had to smile too then, at her old-world ideas as well as the irony. If she only knew how very improper we had been...

  “He is a gentleman,” I said, as she took my hand and stroked the back with the pad of her thumb. “And his sister, Amelia, is just a lovely person… She’s going through a hard time right now and he wanted to be there for her.”

  She nodded again and leaned forward to drop a dry kiss on my cheek. She smelled like lavender and baby powder, and the gesture nearly brought me to tears. It had been a long time since she’d made such a display of affection.

  “Well, just remember, I still expect an introduction the next time he calls for you,” she said. “Don’t forget. Since you’ve already met his family, we certainly want to make a good impression… And nice young men don’t come along every day.”

  I poured her water, and dropped her pill into her papery thin palm. A
ll I gave in response was a smile, and a soft goodnight as I closed her door. I didn’t have the heart to tell her there might not be another chance. That I might have ruined my chance, my one chance, with the kindest and most exciting man I had ever met.

  I climbed into bed and pulled up my own covers, a thousand questions racing through my mind. About the party tomorrow, and if Reese and I would be able to manage it on our own. What it would be like...and what might happen… at the most exclusive and decadent party the city had ever seen. It was frightening, but it was exciting too. The idea of being somewhere, even for just one night, where there weren’t any rules… I couldn’t sleep as my imagination ran wild.

  I wondered if Chase would be there. What would it mean if he wasn’t?

  And what it might mean if he was…

  29

  Chase

  The party was already in full swing by the time I arrived, and my patience pushed almost to the breaking point. I’d wanted to be early enough to keep Emily in site from the very beginning. But Ben had called me in to help him manage one of Sutton’s problems. Pamela, the girl in the pink Prada heels from weeks ago. The daughter of the fucking senator…

  “Word’s gotten around this time,” Ben said quietly. “And he still went on with this…” We were standing in a quiet spot on the second floor landing. From there, we could overlook most of the entire first floor. Emily’s Bacchus masterpiece stood in the center on an ornate table decorated with heaping grapes and tangled floral vines. Wine flowed from the goblet in his hand into a pool at his feet. His sculpted features smiled, leering at the guests as they filled their glasses. And lining the circular foyer like a backdrop were nude young women, standing like statues, their bodies highlighted in glittering gold paint, They too, were draped with garlands and grapes, but they were warm, living… I watched one of the guests reach out and cup a round breast.

  “He doesn’t care, Ben,” I said. “He never did. And short of barring the doors, we couldn’t stop him tonight. But I’ll tell you this. I’m only here to keep Sutton from making things any worse than they already are.”

  Ben shook his head, looking as disturbed as I felt. “Just like you, Chase, I’m done with this shit…”

  “So we’ll do what we can to keep Sutt contained,” I answered, nodding. “I’m putting… pressure… on Jason, to end the wagers.”

  “Blackmail, you mean…?”

  “Whatever works,” I replied. “He’s already backed down.”

  We shifted out of the way as a couple made their way past us to find an empty bedroom. The girl’s top was unbuttoned to the waist and her breasts spilled out, jiggling as she stumbled by. “If they want to have fucking orgies, we can’t stop them. But the competition, the game… and the wagering have got to stop.” The couple disappeared, not bothering to close the door behind them. “I haven’t said anything yet, but I’m working on a contract to buy Sutton out of Envisager. Let him live his life however he chooses, but I don’t want his choices putting the company at risk anymore. Not one more day.”

  “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m behind you,” Ben said. “I just hope we can wrap this evening up tonight without any more crises to handle. I know your honesty went a long way with Pam, but she was still pretty upset…”

  “Just keep your eye on Sutton,” I replied. “Do what it takes to keep him from fucking up tonight.” I felt a rising sense of urgency inside, disturbed that I hadn’t yet seen Emily. I looked down at the throng of dancers and the couples who’d moved toward the corners of the huge room. Some of them fucked discreetly… some of them displayed their pleasure for all to see. There was a woman kneeling by Emily’s centerpiece, sucking a man’s bared cock… smears of gold paint glittered from his loins… and her face…

  “But one thing has to come first…”

  When I found her, she was wearing that fucking hot little outfit she’d had on the first time I’d seen her. Lacey frills just skimming the sweep of her ass… and the same black net stocking made my fingers itch to tear them off. She was standing at the end of a short hallway with a tray in her hands. The drinks on it tipped precariously. All her attention was focused on something only she could see. I took a few more steps and looked through the open doorway. I was only a few feet behind her, but she stood riveted, unaware.

  Sutton had a new girl with him… a redhead this time. She was nude except for the thin leather strap that bound her wrists. Sutton had tied her hands to the top of one of the polished wooden posts of the heavily carved bed. Her back was to him and deeply arched. She leaned her chest against the post, her heavy breasts straddling the ribbed wood, as he held her by the hips and drove himself into her from behind, over and over again. I heard Emily’s breath catch in her throat as Sutton lifted the girl by the knees. He drew her body up tight like a bow, spreading her legs wide. He gripped her, using her legs as levers to lift her body up and down on his cock. Her entire weight was suspended by her wrists and his dick. It looked impossible…

  “Emi…,” I put a hand around her to steady her, anticipating the jolt that ran through her body at the sound of my voice, so close behind her. “Come… please… Come with me…”

  I took the tray from her and put it down on a narrow table. Her eyes were huge, no doubt from what she’d just witnessed, as well as from the shock of getting caught. But she let me lead her into a short, dark hall. At its end, a pair of black wrought iron doors opened to a small balcony. I led her out under the night sky. Stars sprinkled the sky like diamonds, flickering with color… watching us…

  “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” she began. She smiled up at me and I could see her lips quivering with the effort. “I’m glad to have the chance to apologize,” she went on. “The alcohol’s a poor excuse, I know… But I’ve never done anything that before.” She looked down, then back up to me, her brows furrowed. “The last thing I wanted to do was offend…”

  I pulled her to me, molding her body to me, crushing her mouth with mine. I burned a trail of kisses down her throat, tasting the sugary dust on her skin. “I told you once I’m no fucking gentleman,” I ground out. “And there’s nothing that could make me stop wanting you…” I lifted one of her legs by the knee and wrapped it around my hip. She sucked a shivery breath through her teeth and the sound cut deep inside me. “I couldn’t fucking take advantage,” I said, my own words coming out rough and breathless. “But I do want you, Em…

  Now… more than ever…”

  She made a sound in her throat, like sweet relief mixed with desperation. Then she leaned into me and the last of my good intentions fled. Desperate, needing to see her skin, I pushed her luscious breasts up, until rosy pink nipples popped over the top of her neckline. Her bodice was tight and held her up high, pushing the her breasts together and making them even rounder. They spilled out, creamy and sweet, quivering with her movements. I groaned, unable to hold back and took each hard peak into my mouth, rolling and sucking each in its turn until she was moaning as well. When she wrapped her legs tight around me, I lifted her ass, resting her on the balcony rail. I reached to the heat between her legs, pausing only long enough to look in her eyes. It lasted only a second, but it was the only chance I had left to give her… one last chance for her to stop this. Her stockings stopped at the very top of her thighs. There was nothing but a thin layer of lace covering her…

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I couldn’t bear it… not now…”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck as I freed myself. A second later, lace pushed aside, I was buried inside her. Hard and huge, but slippery wet, I’d hilted myself in a single strong thrust. My mouth was on hers swallowing the cry she made… and her whole body shuddered, working to take my length and girth. I waited until I felt her breathe… That’s when I drew a long stroke back, only to push back in again…

  “God… Chase… oh, god…,” she was gasped, frantic. She was tight inside. Sweet and hot and tight…

  I heard voices below us, on the dec
k, and took her hips in my hands, pulling her against me. I lifted her away from the balcony, away from prying eyes… and pressed her back to the wall of the house. She wrapped her heels around my waist and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to have her alone, all to myself, up at the cabin. And then she moaned again… and writhed on my rock hard shaft… “Fuck me…,” she whispered against my ear, unleashing the fury of my own pent-up needs.

  She clutched at my back, digging her nails into my back as I drove into her. I felt her pussy clench my cock, driving us both to the edge in the same instant. It was fast and it was powerful. One last hard thrust and she held me tight, squeezing me as I emptied myself into her. We rocked together, our faces buried in each other’s shoulders, muffling the sounds of driven ecstasy as we came…

  But from somewhere far below us, another voice rose up… shrill and furious. I lifted my head, still lost in the last waves of orgasm. I looked into Emi’s sweet, innocent eyes and recognized…

  Pamela’s voice. She had lost all control. And she had come to make good on her threats. She had come to tell the truth. And I knew in a single second,

  the game was up.

  30

  Emily

  “Stay with her, Ben… please.”

  We’d barely had enough time to straighten our clothes before he had suddenly appeared in the doorway. But the startlingly loud sound of the woman’s voice had pulled us apart pretty fast. She’d been screaming Sutton’s name… and something about the press…