Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  Clark stole a number of glances in her direction and I could see how the previously calm Billionaire changed into a predator right in front of my eyes. He now had the appearance of a man ready to pounce on his unsuspecting prey and I could see he was making his way over to where Jenna was standing in the middle of a group of horny men. I had to admire his technique. He didn’t walk right up to her and didn’t let on that he was interested in her at all. He ended up standing with his back to her and then pretended to bump into her. She looked around and he flashed a beautiful, innocent smile at her. I could see them exchanging some words and could just imagine the series of one-liners Clark must have been offloading on her. I could see, even from where I was standing, that he was making quick headway as Jenna was soon facing him and he had her undivided attention. She was doing all those things that a woman does to let a man know she’s interested. She was touching her hair every ten seconds and was pushing her tits so far into his face that I feared he might be smothered to death in a second.

  I caught myself just in time before I lost control. Why was I feeling these emotions of jealousy all of a sudden? I didn’t know the womanizing bastard at all and he meant nothing to me. I tried my best to focus on the shit-boring conversation I was having with a rich, middle aged businessman, but found his talk about his beach house in Malibu most tiresome and uninteresting.

  “Just ignore the man,” I heard my grandmother’s voice speak in my mind and I immediately realized the wisdom of the suggestion. I turned my attention away from Clark Logan and pretended to be engrossed in my conversation with Malibu-guy.

  I dared not break my pretense by glancing in Clark’s direction even once. I would simply have to hope that he wasn’t going to take Jenna to the upstairs bedroom right away to introduce her to the rest of his obvious skills.

  Even though I was feeling slightly bothered and a little angry, I was actually enjoying this night more than any another social event at my house in recent memory. Perhaps it was all in my mind, the little evasive dance I was dancing with Clark Logan and perhaps he wasn’t even aware of my existence while he was chatting away with his Hollywood prize. But I couldn’t care less. Even if all of this was only in my own mind, it was still good to feel that breath of excitement again and to experience the thrill of wanting a man.

  “Hope I’m not interrupting some riveting conversation,” he suddenly spoke up from directly behind me and my heart skipped a million beats. I turned around too quickly and couldn’t muster enough self-control to pretend that I’d already forgotten who he was. Clark Logan looked straight at me and the blue depths of his dreamy eyes threatened to suck me in completely.

  “What can I do for you?” I asked with a smile. The thought crossed my mind that if someone had written down a transcript of our conversation up to that point I would have come across very composed, on the written transcription at least.

  “I was just wondering what you have at the top of those long swirling stairs, they look so inviting?” He looked at the stairs leading to the bedrooms on the first floor and I involuntarily looked in the same direction.

  “Just some bedrooms and old furniture, would you care to take a look?” I answered without thinking.

  “Why not, all this boring chit chat downstairs is getting too much for me.”

  I looked over at Jenna Roland who’d been left stranded with a group of middle aged admirers and sent up a silent prayer of gratitude to my Nana. It seemed that the gambit of ignoring this impossibly handsome man had paid dividends and I was now one short trip up the stairwell away from being in his arms.

  CLARK

  The moment I saw I her I forgot all about the movie actress.

  She had long dark hair and her strapless red top perfectly accentuated the rise and fall of her firm breasts. She had the face of an angel, with the appearance of someone who could be hiding a hundred secrets. Her looks reminded me of a picture I had once seen of Joan of Arc; she struck me as a beautiful warrior ready for battle.

  Fuck Jenna Roland, I’d found the prey I wanted to hunt that evening and fired my first shot by casting a poorly disguised sexual innuendo her way, to test the waters. She pretended not to be insulted at all, but I could see that I’d gotten to her. She was clearly not the kind of woman who would be impressed by money, I thought as I took a look around the home she stayed in. It was a mansion fit for a King, or a Queen, depending on how you looked at it.

  When she played me so very cool I decided that the best way to hunt her would be to make her jealous. When Jenna Roland finally arrived it wasn’t too difficult to bump into the gorgeous actress and start a casual conversation. I pretended to have forgotten all about the warrior princess; only stealing a glance in her direction once or twice to ascertain that my approach was working. I could tell that she was getting hot and bothered when she purposefully turned her back on me and pretended to be engrossed in her conversation with the boring old fuck who was talking to her.

  “One home run coming up,” I thought to myself as I walked over to her and enquired what might be found at the top of the staircase. I could instantly tell that she wanted to lead me up that stairwell to answer my enquiry and could feel my cock getting hard as we walked up the stairs together.

  When we got to the top I could hear the faint sound of moaning coming from the first room on the left.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “What’s wrong big boy, are you scared of the sound of a little friendly fucking?” she answered and we looked at each other for about half a second before I grabbed her and kissed her aggressively. I took her hair in my right hand and pulled her head back before kissing her on her neck and letting my tongue slide all the way down to her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it rough so I gave her head a jerk and then pressed my lips forcefully on hers again.

  “I don’t mind a little friendly fucking, do you?” I asked and watched her eyes for a reaction. She’d already lost all control and I let myself go too. Seldom have I felt the raw sexual desire that I felt for her in that moment. I picked her up and carried her to the next room on the left. I closed the door behind us and laid her down on the large bed which was dressed with spotless white sheets and linen. I pulled down her panties and pressed the tip of my tongue against her clit. She moaned and begged me not to stop, but her pleas were unnecessary. I had no intention of stopping.

  VIVIENNE

  I was shocked by how easily he’d broken through my defenses. There was no time to play a game of rejection, followed by the surprising blowjob like my grandmother had taught me.

  I felt my love muscles contract with a climax immediately when he pushed his tongue all the way inside me. I moaned shamelessly as he continued to lick me to even greater heights of ecstasy…then he was on top of me. He was not gentle at all and I loved the way he forcefully took me and shoved his huge cock into me like a giant, live vibrator.

  “Fuck me…fuck me hard!” I ordered and he obligingly rocked me with deep, hard motions of his powerful hips. I looked up at him and was pleased to see that his eyes were devoid of any self-control. I felt like we were now equally lost in the lustful passion of the moment and there was no shame in the way we fucked with reckless abandon.

  He moved his hips faster and faster, as if he were a dancer performing a fast salsa on my pussy. I sensed that he was getting close to orgasm.

  “Come all over me,” I moaned and he pulled out his cock and jerked it with his right hand, aiming the engorged, purple head right at my face. He looked at me with eyes that made me think of a beautiful leopard about to strike its prey. Then he exploded and sent a series of powerful sperm blasts all over my face and upper body, before collapsing on top of me.

  “I’m glad we could have this little friendly exchange,” he said with a grin when he finally picked up his head from between my breasts.

  “We’re not finished here…lots more to discuss,” I said and pressed his head down between my legs. I was now in control and he let me take over. I liked
that. A man who could be rough and also take instruction when required.

  “Now you lick my clit and do a good job or else you never get to fuck me again.”

  He was now my beautiful captured predator and it seemed he couldn’t handle the thought of never pouncing on his prey again, as he licked me with quick strokes of his tongue to multiple deep orgasms.

  We fucked several more times after that and the passage of time lost all meaning for me. I couldn’t care if we never left the room again. We seemed to have found some ancient secret rhythm of forbidden lust, as we kept feasting on one another without stopping.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to go down and talk some more to that empty headed movie star?” I asked after we’d finished one more salsa of languished lust.

  “I knew it…you were jealous,” he laughed and I felt a little silly for having said that.

  “Not at all, I just don’t want to keep you here against your will,” I responded and prayed that I wasn’t pushing him too hard. The last thing I wanted was for this to end, but I needed to re-establish some kind of equilibrium with him. I couldn’t leave him with the impression that he’d totally vanquished me; I had to remain slightly withdrawn and alluring in order to retain his interest.

  “No one keeps Clark Logan anywhere against his will,” he said with a dangerous grin and took my left nipple between his lips. He started sucking it slowly and I just let myself go again. He slowly licked me all the way down to my crotch and started licking my pussy with quick strokes of his tongue. The he climbed right on top of me the way a mountaineer might climb to the top of a high mountain. He was hungry as a lion and I more than matched his hunger with my own insatiable lust.

  It was going to be a long night.

  CLARK

  “So, how did you enjoy the party?” my mother asked.

  We were having breakfast on the lawn in front of my mother’s big house. The table looked as if it might give way under the many different dishes of delicious food that were stacked on it. You’d swear we were having a truckload of hungry soldiers over for breakfast, the way my mother had gone overboard with the poached eggs, fried ham and button mushrooms.

  I felt happy to see my mother enjoying the too-large breakfast. When my worthless father was still alive we never had enough food in the house, as he always spent every last penny on whiskey and whores. He also used to physically abuse my mother and I often fantasized about getting a gun somewhere and putting a bullet between his bloodshot eyes. I’m not ashamed to admit I felt grateful when the drunk old fuck died of liver cirrhosis, as we were actually better off immediately after his death. My mother could apply all of the money she earned from working at the corner hairdresser to put me through school. If she’d lately become a little possessive and sometimes threatened to appropriate too much of my fortune for herself, she had the fullest right to do just that. She’d certainly paid her dues.

  “It was okay, I guess,” I answered and could see that my mother was not satisfied with my short response. There would soon be a series of follow up questions, but I didn’t really mind her inquisition.

  My mother helped me to achieve great heights after my father’s death and it was as if a whole new world of possibility opened up before me when she became the only parent in my life. No longer did I have to sit and listen to my father’s drunken dreams of teaching me how to ‘play the ponies’. I never had any interest in learning his gambling and drinking ways and could now allow my mother to direct my early career.

  I finished school and was still busy with my freshman year in college when I struck solid gold and made my first million. I’d been messing around with computer software and was hoping to become an IT specialist at one of the blue chip Stock Exchange Companies in town. I noticed one day that the antivirus software on my laptop was not very effective and decided, just for fun, to develop my own antivirus program. It worked really well and I gave it to one of my classmates to try out on his computer. The next day I was inundated with calls and visits from everyone on campus, as they all wanted to get the antivirus program I’d written. It wasn’t too difficult from there; I put together a team consisting mostly of students and we launched the antivirus software online. I didn’t expect too much and was hoping it would sell a couple hundred downloads to help pay for my tuition.

  Within one month we’d sold more than a hundred thousand downloads of my antivirus software, as word spread like wildfire on the internet about my fantastic new program that killed all computer viruses instantly.

  “Where are you drifting off to my son? Now tell me really, how was the party?” my mother said and interrupted my thoughts about our past.

  “I told you it was okay, Vivienne was not too boring,” I said with a smile. I suddenly wondered if my mother perhaps already knew that Vivienne Tredoux and I had ended up fucking all night long at her mansion in Greenhaven. Her face didn’t betray anything so I assumed that my mother was still in the dark.

  “I hope you are going to make a little effort to see her again, she’s from good stock,” my mother said.

  “How did you get to meet this French woman?” I asked, pretending to just be making small talk while I waited curiously to find out more about the dark haired beauty that I couldn’t seem to get out of my mind.

  It had been three days since I’d met Vivienne at her party and I never asked her for her number, so I had no way of casually speaking to her again. I left her mansion at 10 am the morning after the party and noticed that there were still some guests passed out on the expensive leather furniture downstairs. I could also hear people talking in the other bedrooms and I remember thinking that it must have been one helluva party taking place while Vivienne and I were having our friendly little exchange in the upstairs bedroom. The thought of taking her number had never crossed my mind as I happily waltzed out of her mansion with the feeling of a man who had scored a perfect home run the night before.

  “I knew her grandmother; they were all immigrants from France. She inherited the house and has done really well for herself in the highest social circles of New York,” my mom answered. Trust mommy dearest to have all of the insider info on everyone and everything going on in the greatest city in the world.

  I spent the rest of the morning discussing small little nothings with my mother. It would do no-one any good if she discovered that her son had formed a true interest in the French immigrant girl. That would quickly lead to Machiavellian machinations of the most intensive kind as my mother would never let an opportunity like that fall by the wayside. She would be doing everything in her power to establish not only absolute control over my interest in Vivienne, but also over all future interaction between us.

  It was after 12 when I finally managed to break myself free from the prolonged breakfast and I decided to go for a drive.

  “Why not drive through Greenhaven?” I thought with a smile and took the turnoff to where Vivienne’s mansion was nestled amongst the rest of the small palaces in the neighborhood. I couldn’t give a shit if she was busy or happened to have visitors. I wanted to see her again and I couldn’t care if she had the President of the USA over for lunch.

  I revved my engine when I stopped in front of her home and waited to see if there would be any reaction from inside the mansion which looked mysteriously still in the afternoon sun. My Blue Corvette roared like an angry lion as I revved the engine one more time.

  “Are you just gonna sit there and make a noise in your car like an immature schoolboy all day?” I heard a voice speak loudly from somewhere. I looked up at the big house and saw Vivienne peering from the balcony on the first floor.

  “Why don’t you let down your hair and let me climb up to your room?” I joked.

  “Rapunzel has a far better idea,” she answered, “just you wait right there.”

  She came running down the stairs and hastily exited the big front door. I had another opportunity to take a proper look at her sexy figure. She could have been a swimsuit model, the way sh
e filled out the plain white T-shirt and blue hot pants she had on.

  She jumped into the passenger side of my Corvette and gave me an almost innocent look. “Now show me what your engine can do, big boy,” she smiled and I felt the excitement rising in my chest. The only thing I liked as much as fucking was speeding like a maniac in one of my sports cars.

  Soon we found ourselves on the open road and were doing an easy hundred.

  “Is that all you got?” she asked with a naughty grin.

  “That was just to warm up the engine, little miss,” I answered and put my foot down on the gas. We soon sped up to 150 miles per hour and beyond.

  “Whooo hoooo!” she shouted as we sliced through the warm mid-summer breeze in our blue missile. In that moment I decided that I wanted her. I wasn’t sure what the thought meant; only that I wanted to have her by my side. She looked like a schoolgirl on a secret drive with the boy whom her father had forbidden her to see. Her eyes had the most beautiful sparkle and it felt as if we’d done this a million times before.

  I had spent hours and hours talking to other women before in my life, without ever connecting with them the way that Vivienne and I were connecting on that drive. We didn’t have to exchange a thousand empty words to convey what we were feeling. We were both having the time of our lives and were speeding through the day a hundred times faster than the speed of night.

  When we finally made our way home she laid her head on my shoulder and it was a gesture that would stay with me for a long time. We’d left the world behind and there was now an unspoken bond between us.

  “Would you like to come inside?” she asked with an alluring flash of desire in her blue eyes.

  “Can a fish breathe underwater?” I responded with my own rhetorical question.

  We didn’t even have time to make our way up the stairs this time. We were both naked in the blink of a New York eye and she pushed me on my back on the large leather couch in the living room. She took my cock in her mouth a started sucking hungrily on it. I had to hold myself back as I didn’t want to shoot my load immediately. I turned my body underneath hers until her pussy was above my lips. Then I started licking her clit while she was sucking on my love stick and we 69’ed like that for what seemed like hours. When our foreplay finally became too much she mounted me like a cowgirl climbing on top of an unruly wild horse. She slipped my cock inside her wet slit and then started gyrating her hips in slow, circular movements. Then she threw back her head and started moving faster and faster.