by Nella Tyler
In a tangle of arms and legs, we gradually divested each other of our clothing until I lay naked beneath him, stretched out on the couch. My blood was pounding through my veins so strongly; I felt the pulse in my neck. He was kissing me, and then nibbling my ear lobe. His hands continued to perform their magic and grasped within my own palm was his hard, engorged, and hot penis.
Both of us were breathing heavily by the time Luke, with obvious reluctance, lifted his lips from mind, gazed down at me in amusement, and smiled.
"Shall we take this upstairs?"
I nodded. The next moment, he had lifted himself off of me. I immediately felt bereft of his heat. He stood before me naked, his penis extended at an angle away from his body as if yearning for me. I stared at it, watched it wiggle, and then allowed my gaze to travel upward along his finely muscled ribs, gorgeous pecs, and broad shoulders. He also stared down at me, his gaze taking in all of me lying on the sofa. Every time his eyes sought out some part of my body, it responded of its own accord. I felt every nerve ending in my body react with a tingle. With another grin, he extended his hand to me. I took it.
Unabashed with our nakedness, we made our way upstairs. We passed the closed door to his office and made our way down the hall to his bedroom. He led me toward the bed and then sat down on the mattress, nestling me in between his knees. Lifting his head slightly, he had perfect access to my breasts and without wasting time, he gave them his full attention. I snuggled closer to him, wrapping my arms around his head, trying to increase the connection. My hands threaded their way through his hair for a moment and then stroked along his neck and down along his shoulders. I felt the definition of his deltoid muscles, the ripple of muscles across his upper back, the hardness of his triceps.
He knew what I wanted. With a low, sexy laugh rumbling up from the depths of his chest, he lifted his hands and once again cupped both my breasts. They filled his palms perfectly, as if they had been made especially for him. After several moments of undivided attention, he urged me to sit down beside him, and then, in a playful moment, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back onto the bed. I lay on top of him, my back against his chest; his cock nestled against the crack in my buttocks. I really had no access to him at this point and could only move my arms. I didn't really know what to do with them, but then his arms were wrapped around me again, his left arm cradling my waist and his right hand gliding along my right side, my right hip, and then down my spine. I rested my hands on top of his arms.
Then, his right hand slid between my legs, exploring the most sensitive part of my being. As if of their own volition, I bent my legs and spread them wider, placing my feet outside his knees. I had never behaved in such a wanton manner before, but couldn’t help it. I gasped as his fingers quickly grew slick with my wetness as he fondled, slid, and rubbed, then one of his fingers plunged into me. I gasped. His palm cupped my pubis, warm and filling me with a myriad of sensations. His middle finger slid in and out, slowly and with deliberation. In my position, I could do nothing but relent – not that I minded in the least. His fingers worked their magic as his thumb found my nub and began circling it. Instinctively, my hips began to rock upward. His fingers continued to play with my most sensitive of parts and my hips began to gyrate against his palm.
He groaned and before I knew it, I was nestled beneath him. I now lay on my back and he straddled me, bearing most of his upper weight on his forearms. Once again, I spread my legs in open invitation and he settled himself inside them, his cock aiming for my center.
As he lowered his head toward mine, effectively kissing the daylights out of me, I became dimly aware that his left hand had left the bed beside me. I heard him open the bedside table. I knew he was reaching for a condom, and after a brief moment he retracted one, then lifted his lips from mine. A devilish smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he ripped open the foil packet with his teeth. Then, his eyes never leaving mine, he placed a condom over the tip of his penis and quickly unrolled it.
"Ready or not, here I come," he said.
For a second I didn't understand, but then I laughed. My laugh was cut short as he plunged deep inside, and I spread my legs even wider, cupping his buttocks with my own hands, urging him deeper inside. Exquisite sensations rose through me. It felt as if every nerve in my body ached for him. I needed him closer. He didn’t move for several seconds while we both reveled in the immediate sensations.
I pulled my lips from his and trailed kisses and strokes of my tongue along his jaw and neck until I found that sweet spot right between his neck and his shoulder. I gently suckled, not enough to leave a hickey, but enough to let them know I was there. My hands released their death grip on his buttocks and began to stroke along the muscled contours of his back. I lightly ran my fingernails up his ribs and the resulting rush of goosebumps on his flesh gave me an intense thrill of power. Sexual power. In response, he began to thrust deeper inside me. I soon matched his rhythm.
I grew even more heated and began to rotate my hips at the top of every thrust. I planted my feet firmly on the bed outside of his knees to give myself lower body power. He seemed to appreciate my efforts, from what I could tell by his groans. He lifted himself up slightly, glanced down at us joined together, and the new position enabled his nipples to rub against mine. Such an exquisite sensation! I smiled up at him, my pupils probably as dilated as his with pleasure. We smiled at each other and then once again our lips met and our tongues tangled in their own passionate dance.
I hadn't been altogether sure I wanted to end up in bed with Luke again, but there was no denying the pleasure I felt. He was an excellent and experienced lover. No, don't go there, I told myself. I met every thrust with my own, every swoop of his tongue with a reply. He made me feel so good. I never wanted to stop.
He began to pump faster and harder and I encouraged him, once again cupping his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into me with every thrust. He threw his head back, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched and I watched him, filled with the heady sensations of so much power. For the first time, I recognized the strength and power and potency of my own sexuality. He wasn't just enjoying sex. He was enjoying me. The way that sensation and realization made me feel was incredible. In fact, it made me hotter than I already was.
Panting with exertion, my body slick with sweat, I continued to thrust my hips upward, gyrating at the top of every upward movement, forcing him at a deeper angle to fill me to capacity. It was glorious. Then, I felt the waves building as he continuously plunged himself into me, his pubis rhythmically coming into contact with mine, lathing that most sensitive part of my body with every stroke. We moved in unison – faster, harder, slicker. And then it happened. I tumbled over the cliff and barely swallowed the scream that erupted from my throat. My mouth opened wide and as we achieved climax together, his mouth once again covered mine, his lips gently sucking on my tongue, making every cell in my body feel alive and sensitive.
I didn't know exactly how this whole thing regarding our relationship was going to work out, but at the moment, enthralled with his lovemaking, I realized that I was more than willing to find out.
Chapter 7
I don't really remember how many times we made love during the course of the night, but I do remember a couple of new positions I'd never tried before. While I felt rather self-conscious at first, the feelings and sensations surging through my body quickly overcame my hesitance. Oh, it wasn't anything nasty or perverted, just different. I began to feel more trusting of Luke and the situation I found myself in. I had made my decision.
We lay in bed for several minutes after our last lovemaking session. Every muscle in my body ached, but it was a good ache. One thing I knew for sure about Luke: he was an excellent lover. I didn't let my mind wander to how he had gotten to be such a good lover because the ugly green monster might rear its head, but for now, I was satisfied to take what he offered. I looked over at him and saw him staring at me, his hair tousled, a sleepy look in his
eyes.
"So, Molly, have you made your decision yet?"
Had he read my thoughts? I slightly shook my head. It seemed as if he could. I pulled the sheet up to cover my nakedness and then turned onto my side, cushioning my head on my elbow. I stared at him for several moments, just gazing at his handsome features. "As a matter of fact, I have." I smiled. "I would like to give this a chance."
"What exactly do you mean by this?" he asked in turn, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth.
"Our relationship…I would like to continue being your maid…"
He lifted an eyebrow. "Anything else?"
For a second, I thought I saw a flash of worry in his expression. Then I decided I must have imagined it. "Yes, I would also like to continue seeing you and find out where our relationship might go."
“You sure? It might cause some problems with your father,” he murmured.
I nodded. “I’ll deal with my father.”
His grin turned into a smile and he leaned over to kiss me. His lips pressed gently against mine, warm, soft, and certainly not demanding. I wasn't really surprised. We had gone at it pretty hot and heavy for most of the evening. I glanced over his shoulder to the windows and was surprised to see the early light of dawn gradually lightening the sky. The sun wasn't up yet, but it would be soon. I yawned, covering it belatedly with my mouth.
He chuckled low in his throat. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Thanks, but I’ll take a raincheck. I don’t think I have the energy to move.”
“Will you be here when I get back?"
The question surprised me. Would I be? It wasn't my day off, so the obvious answer was yes, but then again, I had been up all night, I was tired, and I was sure he was, as well. I decided to wait and bring it up when he emerged from the shower. "Yeah, I'm just going to lay here for awhile and relax. Go ahead and take your shower. Don't rush on my account."
He nodded, climbed out of the bed, walking naked and unabashed to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but stare at his magnificent buttocks – so hard, so…so…sexy. As the bathroom door closed, I slowly sat up in bed, pulling the sheet with me. I ran my hand through my tousled hair and looked around for my clothes. I thought most of them had been left downstairs with the forgotten pizza, but then I remembered that we had gotten halfway up the stairs last night when he suggested we go back and retrieve our clothes – just in case. Now I eyed them lying in a scattered heap on my side of the bed. I thought about that. My side of the bed. It sounded nice.
I suddenly felt antsy, like I needed to get up and move. I slowly got up and stretched, relishing the feel of my sore muscles, even the muscles in my groin. I felt like I had been through an intense workout, which was true, in a way. I had enjoyed so much pleasure last night that I still couldn't get over it. I hoped that Luke felt the same way.
After I got dressed, I moved to stand by the window, watching the sunrise. The sky turned a number of colors that reminded me of orange sherbet. Luke hadn't turned on the shower water yet, but I did hear his electric shaver. I wondered if he liked to take long showers. I actually took quick showers, only taking longer showers infrequently. I didn't have the patience for it. Nevertheless, Luke could be one of those guys who took longer showers than most girls. What did I know? It would be fun to find out.
The truth was, I didn't know much about Luke at all, which is why I looked forward to seeing where this relationship went. I wanted to slow things down a little, focus more on getting to know him on the inside, rather than just go at it like a couple of rabbits. I definitely knew that I wanted more from him than just sex. Any relationships I'd had in the past have been rather short lived, not because of anything I did, but because I think the guys got bored with me.
Would Luke grow bored with me? After all, we had jumped to the sex pretty fast. Was that all our relationship entailed? I guess I'd find out. I turned from the window and cast my gaze over the room. I stared at the bed, at the rumpled sheets, the slight scent of sex still hanging in the air. Why shouldn't it? We'd gone at it most of the night. Then my gaze passed to the nightstand on his side of the bed. I saw his cell phone lying on it. Instantly, curiosity took hold.
I stared between the phone and the bathroom door. No, Molly, don’t do it. I tried to convince myself not to snoop through his phone, but my innate sense of curiosity got the better of me. I quickly stepped to the bathroom door and pressed my ear against it. Just then, I heard the squeaking of the faucets as he turned on the shower water. I waited a moment, just in case he decided to step out, but he didn't. I heard the shower door open and then snap close.
Quickly, my heart thumping anxiously, I stepped toward his nightstand and picked up his phone. The screen lit up and I quickly checked his contact list. Lots and lots of names, a longer list than I would have expected, and very few that I recognized. I did see my father’s name. I was pleased to see my name on it, but not so pleased to see that other woman's name still in his contact list, the one I had read about in the tabloids. I frowned. Was he still seeing her? I certainly hoped not. I wondered if there was a way I could casually bring it up in conversation, but decided that there wasn't.
At the same time, I wasn't too happy with the thought of sharing Luke with anyone. Not because I was obsessively jealous, but because I didn't want to pick up any STDs from any skanky women he was sleeping with. Yes, Luke had used a condom when we had sex, and I appreciated that, but even condoms didn't offer foolproof protection.
I got out of the contact list and then accessed his e-mails, thumbing over the screen. I saw our latest text messages to each other, and then I began to see more text messages that had more to do with business than personal interests. As I scrolled down, I got the distinct impression that these were messages regarding some type of investments; the kind of messages one would engage in for investment trading, buying and selling. Short and abbreviated. I saw lots of them, back and forth from the username gottahaveit – interest rates, status reports, comments to buy, sell, and how much.
Because my father was heavily invested in the stock market, it didn't take me long to decipher most of the messages. They definitely had to do with the stock market. So Luke played the stock market? That wasn't so unusual. Through my Google search of him last week, I had learned a little bit of how he had inherited his money. Part of it came from a Fortune 500 company.
Still, this amount of activity surprised me. This is why he kept himself locked in his office all day long? Was it possible that he was actively involved in trading, watching the stocks, domestically and internationally, on his own? That might account for the amount of time he spent locked up in his office, but at the same time, made me wonder exactly how much money he had and how much he was investing into these various stocks. I saw so many names of different stocks that my head began to swim. I paused a moment and lifted my head and looked toward the bathroom door, but the shower water was still running. I heard him humming and smiled.
So, Luke was not one of these people who had a money manager terribly involved in how he operated his investments or his portfolio. It looked to me as if he probably did most of it on his own. He had learned it on his own. Impressive. I knew, from watching my own father work at it for years, that the business of investing, trading, and watching the stocks rise and fall, keeping track of the economy, interest rates, and everything else involved in financial transactions could be a terribly time-consuming task.
In fact, come to think of it, and seeing how heavily Luke was invested in doing it himself, I was rather amazed that he had time to take off and take me to the beach the other day or even to spend the entire evening and night romping in bed with me.
Still, the more I scrolled down the messages and noted his earnings from his investment manager and from various stock sites; I began to see more pluses than minuses. That wasn't that unusual. Maybe he was just a savvy investor and bought and sold all the right stocks. Still, as I continued to scroll
down through more than a month's worth of messages, I realized that the vast majority of his investments had come out ahead. He was earning money hand over fist, with very few losses. How could that be? In fact, the amount of the money he was investing continued to grow, while I saw very little mention of losses or even break-even moments.
Who could be so lucky? Especially someone new to money? A horrible thought hit me. Could it be possible? Once again, I cast a glance over my shoulder, heard the water still running, and quickly scrolled down through another month's worth of messages. I tried to calculate in my head. Over the fast two months, he had probably gained over one million dollars with his investment picks. Again, that wasn't terribly unusual, but I didn't see any huge losses. That was unusual. That was the name of the game. That was what the stock market did. Even my father experienced losses, sometimes into the hundreds of thousands of dollars. I didn't see any of that here.
I began to frown. Could it be possible? Did he have inside information about company stocks, or regarding some of the bonds and stock options that I had seen? Then I realized what I was thinking. My heart skipped a beat. Insider trading? Luke? While I knew that not all insider trading was illegal, most of it was. The idea that Luke could be involved in something like that left me feeling cold inside. Of course, as a corporate director of his own estate, he could buy and sell stock in his own company or companies, which was considered legal as long as they reported such trades to the Securities and Exchange Commission.
However, if he was getting fed information that was not available to the general public and investing based on those tips, what he was doing was illegal. That brought me to another alarming thought. Was my father somehow involved? I knew I was jumping to conclusions, but I couldn't really help it. It was staring at me in the face. How else could anybody gain so many profits without at least some moderate losses? My mind began spinning and my heart thudded dully in my chest. Just when I thought things had gotten back onto an even keel. Just when I had made a decision to try and make this relationship with Luke work. Just when I had started to trust him…