Dorian (Sports Billionaire Part 2)

by Carlos Dash

  My fingers are now touching the edges of her hair. The perfect texture. Thick and luscious. Yet you can run your hands through it with ease.

  “If we do this, I’m probably going to get in trouble. I already told my parents that I would be home by ten. They won’t be at the restaurant forever. We just don’t have enough time to go inside and go through the whole process.”

  “Wanna bet?” I slip her a roguish smile, which seems to drain a little bit of blood from her face.

  “We really can’t,” she persists. “It’ll be tempting fate.” She blinks at me and sees that I still have the same mindset. “Look, it’s not going to happen.” She throws her arms into the air and makes a “No way” signal with her hands. “Absolutely not. I have to do the smart thing here and focus on getting home before my parents are finished with their dinner.”

  It goes back to what I said to her. If she really believed that, she wouldn’t have waited until now to try calling a cab. That’s why five minutes later, despite her insistence that we can’t go inside and have sex, she’s touching the side of my face and meeting my tongue between our locked lips.

  I don’t carry her to the bed this time.

  That’s because this time we don’t make it to the bed at all. I push her down on my couch and press my body over hers.

  She raises her head to kiss me again. She’s intoxicating. Like a drug. I’m addicted. I just can’t get enough of her.

  There’s no rehab center in the world that can help me recover from what’s happening.

  I have to have her, and I have to have her right now. Even the time it would take to get to a bedroom is too much of a wait. That should tell you just how much I’m craving her body—my couch would usually be off-limits to such amorous activity.

  Not tonight. Not for Emily. For her, there’s no such thing as off-limits.

  I start taking her clothes off, throwing them away as if they’re on fire. My trousers have never felt so tight. I toss them aside without bothering to see where they land.

  I wish you could see the look she has on her face. She’s sitting there in all her naked glory, peering up at me like I have all the answers to life’s questions.

  My body takes control of my senses and makes me go right up to her and turn her around. She doesn’t fight it. She just finds a comfortable position for her upper body and then puts her head down.

  She knows what’s coming next.

  I use one hand to grab a side of her hips and bring her closer to my cock, and with the other I start to warm her up. It can’t be like our first time together. I don’t have the patience for it. About two minutes of foreplay is as long as I can go.

  After that, the fun will begin.

  Chapter 23

  I don’t brace myself like I did when we first had sex. That’s something that’s only exclusive to a man’s first time with someone—where you want to put your penis in slowly to fully enjoy the sensations. You want to judge the girl’s tightness and moisture properly and form an opinion about what you’ve gotten yourself into.

  No need for that now. I remember what being inside of her feels like. It was incredible, which is why I now want to dive into the situation, rather than easing my way in.

  I plant my feet and plunge into her. I don’t register whether or not she’s making any noise. I’m too preoccupied. My body is in a state of bliss.

  God, I missed this. Sex with her is like heaven on earth.

  I’m so lost in the troughs of passion that I can barely form a coherent thought. I can’t get enough.

  With every thrust I force myself to go forward as much as possible. My thighs collide with her ass, and now I can hear the noises around me. More specifically, the noises that we’re making.

  Good thing I have thick walls. If my neighbors could hear us, they would assume wild animals had broken in.

  Emily has an orgasm that sends her whole body into mild tremors, but I don’t stop my progress until I can feel my own climax making its way up.

  I could spurt inside her. I could even pull out and do it all over her back. Or near her ass.

  There are several interesting possibilities available to me. And yet none are particularly appealing. They should be, but they aren’t.

  The truth is bouncing around in my head, but I try to avoid thinking about it. Of course, whenever you don’t want to think about something, that very same thing comes into the forefront of your mind no matter how hard you try to resist.

  I’ll prove it to you: Try not to think about the moon. Go ahead. Start… now.

  You’re thinking about the moon, aren’t you? It’s human nature. I tell you not to think about it, and you can’t go more than a few seconds without thinking about it.

  That’s what I’m confronted with. That’s the truth: I don’t want to cream on her backside because I want to look at her as I do it. I want to stare into the depths of those amazing eyes as I shoot my load.

  I pull out of Emily and turn her around. Her body is rigid at first because she doesn’t know what’s going on. But then she goes with the flow and maneuvers around so that she’s facing me.

  I put my cock inside of her again and place my hands on the back of the couch. Then I finish what I started. I explode inside of her and close my eyes.

  Holy shit! It’s like each time with her is getting more incredible.

  I could do this for the rest my life. All I need is her. Emily.

  She’s done something to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I can’t just dismiss it as lust now. It has to be the other thing. It has to be that I’m falling for her.

  Damn.

  “That was great,” Emily says, breathing heavily. I open my eyes to see her peering at me. “Aren’t you glad this time I didn’t say I’m surprised at how great it was.”

  “Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that.” I smile at her. “You know that pissed me off a little.”

  “Of course I know. You’re not exactly a master at hiding your feelings.”

  If she only knew.

  I move away from her. Like every other time I’m done having sex, I feel completely satisfied and relaxed. But my encounters with Emily end with a bit more than that. There’s something else there. A certain spiritual contentment.

  That’s the difference between banging someone, and making love to someone.

  There’s no fighting it now. She’s gotten to me. I like her. And I mean I really like her. As in this isn’t going to be a one-time thing. I don’t want to be with another woman ever again. I don’t need to be with another woman ever again. She’s all I need for the rest of my life.

  So why don’t I just come out and say that to her?

  Come on. Get real. I’m a guy. Those feelings I just mentioned… there’s no way in hell I’m going to admit all that to her.

  Chapter 24

  As Emily starts to get dressed, I look down and see that I’ve sprung to life again. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even feel it getting harder.

  Getting an erection seconds after you’re done having sex is not a routine thing. Usually your manhood is too tired and content to be ready for action so soon.

  Not this time. I’m primed and prepared.

  I don’t want Emily to cover that tight body of hers. I need her now. And I’m going to take her now.

  I walk over to Emily and grab hold of her hands. She turns her head and shoots me a look of confusion. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes do all the talking for her. She wants to know what I’m up to.

  I answer by giving her a hard, passionate kiss. I can feel my heart battering against my chest. The animal within me is demanding to be unleashed once more. I have no choice but to oblige the beast.

  Still holding her hands, I move Emily to the center window of my living room. She’s facing out, seeing the beautiful Seattle skyline. I place her hands against the glass, and she keeps them there, getting the message.

  I move my hands over her tits, and from behind
I slide my dick back into her. The sensations I’m experiencing wash over me for a few seconds, and then I go full throttle. I thrust into her nonstop, going a hundred miles an hour. Her moans let me know that she’s fine with this speed.

  That’s another sign we’re meant for each other. I always know just how she wants it. Slow and sensual, or fast and aggressive. It’s like our minds are on the same wavelength when it comes to sex.

  But what about after the sex is over? What am I going to say to her then? I can’t keep her around forever on just the promise of sex. She wants more than that out of a longterm relationship.

  Hell, just me thinking about the concept of a longterm relationship is so damn different from the way my life used to be.

  She did this to me.

  And now I can admit to you—and myself— that I like it.

  No, I love it. I love that she’s transformed me. I’ve never craved anyone the way I crave her. She has to be in my life till the day I die. Nothing else is good enough. I have to her. She has to be mine forever.

  Now I just need to convince her of that.

  Screw it, I’ll worry about how to do that later. Right now I don’t want inner reflection. I want to fuck.

  My speed slows down slightly as my chest starts to burn. But I don’t let up. My manhood is still invading her repeatedly. She screams out in passion as she cums all over my cock. I can feel the liquid on almost the entire length of the shaft. That just makes me slide in and out of her with even more ecstasy.

  I squeeze her breasts harder as my pleasure signals go off like fireworks. Her heavy breathing is fogging up part of the window. I feel like a primal creature giving in to it’s most basic needs. I don’t think anyone can see us, but even if they could, it wouldn’t make any difference. It wouldn’t stop me from reaching my climax.

  “Oh God!” Emily calls out. She presses her forehead agains the glass of the window. Her nails are now sliding across the surface, but neither of us pays any attention to the resulting noise.

  I release my hold on Emily’s tits and change my position ever so slightly. I lean back a little, whilst still keeping my penis inside of her. I reach forward with my right hand and grab a fistful of her hair. I look at the brown strands trapped inside my fist, and then I pull. It’s not a rough move. I’m not trying to rip her hair out. It’s just a bit of an adjustment.

  And she doesn’t complain once. She lets me do it. She lets me do whatever I want. I even smack her ass with my other hand, and the only thing she does in reaction is moan even harder.

  This is so fucking intense. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

  A lifetime of amazing sex like this with this girl who I can’t stop thinking about… that’s what I want. It’s what I need.

  Hey, any perverts out there who are watching us with binoculars… enjoy yourselves. Enjoy the show. Masterbate with your free hand if you want. We don’t care. We’re too caught up in our own thing.

  If you’re out there, we don’t give a damn what you’re up to. The only thing on our minds is fucking like it’s our last night on Earth.

  Chapter 25

  “How does it keep getting better?” Emily asks as she puts her clothes back on.

  “I’ve been trying to figure that out myself,” I tell her.

  She doesn’t have a direct response to that. How could she? There’s no explaining the phenomenon that occurs when our bodies are joined together.

  “What are you going to do after I’ve left?” Emily finally says as she runs a hand through her hair, smoothing it down.

  With other women, after we’re done having sex, I lose interest in them once they put their clothes back on. I can go through the motions and smile at them and pretend to care about whatever they’re talking about, but my heart isn’t in it. I just tune out after a few minutes and think about something else.

  Not with Emily. Even after her bare flesh is covered, I still don’t want to take my eyes off of her. And I’m absorbing every word she’s saying.

  “How about that game of scrabble you joked about at your house?” I let that sink in for a few beats before continuing. “I’m being sarcastic, by the way. I don’t even own that game. I don’t own any board games, actually.”

  “It was charades,” Emily says as she puts her shoes on. “And it’s my parents’ house. Not my house.” The girl gets a wistful look in her eyes. “I don’t think I ever want a house. An apartment with a great view would be nice. Who needs twenty bedrooms, anyway?”

  “That house didn’t have twenty bedrooms.”

  “Well no, but you get the idea.”

  Yeah, I get the idea. She doesn’t like overt displays of wealth. Yet she likes apartments with great views. My place is too grand to be considered an apartment. But there’s no denying the view.

  “Help yourself,” I say, gesturing towards the windows in front of us. Emily smiles and does just that. She stands right next to the glass and looks out at the Seattle skyline. A minute later she calls out for me to join her. I don’t even hesitate.

  I haven’t had any curtains installed to cover up the windows. That’s because I don’t care either way. No one could see me from outside, and it’s not like I’m afraid of heights.

  I can see Emily’s handprints right on the spot where we just had sex. Should I keep it as a memento? Hmm, that might be too weird. Yeah, I’ll clean it up in the morning.

  “It’s quite something, isn’t it?” the girl says, still taking everything in.

  “It sure is,” I reply. And you know what, I’m not lying. At all. For the first time since I moved in here, I’m actually fully appreciating the beauty the skyline has to offer. The lights and the skyscrapers and the clouds that drift around the space needle. It’s all so stunning. I can’t believe I’ve never taken the time to absorb all this before. What a waste of a spectacular view.

  But why now?

  Why all of a sudden?

  Has my personality changed that much?

  The answer is yes. I’m appreciating things I wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass about before I met Emily. She’s doing this to me. She’s causing me to become a more complete man. A better man.

  Chapter 26

  Cold, hard reality sticks its tongue out when Emily has finally had enough. She moves away from the windows with a content smile on her face.

  “I wish I could see that every morning after waking up and every night before going to sleep.”

  Those words spark through me, almost causing me to say what I really want to say: that if she genuinely feels that way, she can stay here with me. Permanently.

  I force my trap to stay shut even as she goes for the door to leave the penthouse.

  As her hand reaches for the doorknob, she looks back at me, right into my eyes, and says, “I’ll call a cab and wait outside.”

  That’s it. I’ve gotten off scot-free. Wham. Bam. Thank you, ma’am.

  But I can’t let sleeping dogs lie. My self-control starts to rupture. Not completely, but enough to make a difference.

  “Do you like me?” Sheesh. I never expected those words to come out of my mouth. And hearing it said aloud makes me want to keel over and vomit. Or hurl myself through one of these windows.

  It was just such a needy, geeky thing to say. Yet it’s the first comment that came to my mind.

  I shouldn’t care if she likes me. I’ve never cared about anyone liking me. As long as the men respected me and the women were attracted to me long enough for me to get what I wanted, nothing else mattered.

  And now this fiasco.

  I find myself wondering if there’s some sort of procedure that will allow me to remove my heart from my body and somehow keep on living. Like a computer losing its hard drive but still continuing to function properly.

  If people can keep coming up with new social media sites every week, surely someone can come up with a way to avoid feeling human emotions.

  But for now I’ll just have to make do with what I have.


  Emily looks at me with curiosity. I can only imagine what she’s thinking. Probably something negative about what a sissy I am for asking a question like that.

  Damage control time.

  “I mean as a person. Do you like me as a guy?”

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Emily says, raising an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know. I’m just curious about it. I’m not exactly the most personable man around. I’m sure my personality rubs some people the wrong way.”

  Emily shakes her head. “You’re not for everyone. No doubt about that. But you’re definitely not a bad guy. If you would just be a little more open to people, you wouldn’t have any problem making friends.” She takes a step closer to me. “Is that what this is about? You’re finally realizing that you can’t go through life behaving like a more docile version of the Grinch?”

  That line of logic is more acceptable to me than the truth: that I want to know if she likes me in a romantic way—If she could ever see herself getting into a serious relationship with a guy like me. If she could ever see herself ending up with a guy like me.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I lie. “I’m not getting any younger. Time to grow up.”

  Emily acknowledges that with a nod. “At least you’re recognizing your problem.”

  My problem? Ha. The sheer nerve.

  Still, it’s better this way. Better that she doesn’t know the truth.

  Chapter 27

  Emily keeps looking at me, and for some reason, this time I can’t hold her gaze. I direct my eyes towards the ground, pretending to take in the details of the carpet.

  This is the first time, for as far back as I can remember, that I’ve pulled something like this. It’s one thing to not want to look someone in the eyes during sex, but this is different. This is just meeting someone’s stare and matching it every step of the way. I should be able to do it without any difficulty, and yet I can’t. Emily is causing me to feel an emotion dangerously close to insecurity. I’m afraid that if we maintain that level of eye contact for much longer, she’ll eventually notice something ugly lurking behind my eyes—A damaged personality that she’ll want nothing to do with.