“I'm not trading sex for an interview.”
I leaned in close to her, my voice was barely above a whisper. “Darling, sex with me is worth way more than an interview. I promise, this is a winning combination.”
She considered it for a second, those luscious lips pursing in concentration. She held up her hand and waved to the bartender, “He is gonna pay my tab. He has an outlet I can use.”
Five
Addison
I swayed slightly when Cole pressed his lips against my neck, taking out his apartment keys out of his pocket. He smelled wonderful, and his cologne fragrance turned me on. His dark brown eyes were glimmering with lust as he looked at me, opening his front door.
I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this! I mean, I’d just met Cole, and here we were—about to sleep with each other. Just like that.
He grabbed my head and brought me to his lips, immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth. His movements were hurried and rough—like he was desperate to have me—his hands roaming over my back and ass.
“Cole,” I breathed out, grinding against him. I felt so high on this.
“Get in,” he said and ushered me inside.
He flipped on the light switch and I halted mid-step, looking around his penthouse suite in awe. It was huge and it had the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave me an outdoor feel—they showed the lights of the city below and the hills surrounding us. Just the image of Cole fucking me against those windows was enough to make me wet my panties even more than I’d already had.
“Come.” He pulled me by hand and passed his living room. He didn’t stop, continuing through the hallway until he stopped in front of one of the rooms.
He started kissing me again, and this time he brought his hands to my back and started unzipping my skirt, taking his time as he played with my tongue. I was all hot and trembling, feeling the sculpted muscles of his chest through his shirt.
When he pulled the zipper down, he opened the door and pushed me inside the dark room. He pressed another light switch, and this time the room was bathed in dimmed light. This bedroom was expensively furnished like the rest of his place—all in white and expensive wood—but I didn’t even have time to admire it since Cole closed the door behind him and attacked my mouth again.
My laptop bag slipped from my hand to the carpet, and I took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
“I like this smart girl thing you have going on,” he told me, moving his hands through my curls and touching my glasses.
That was a first. Usually, guys were annoyed when they realized I was smarter than them. The fact that Cole could handle my intelligence was just another turn on.
He lowered his hands to the straps of my tank top, tugging it off and exposing my plump breasts since I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tank top had one built in. I chewed on my lower lip nervously, hoping he would like what he saw. I was shorter and a little curvy, and I loved my curves, but there were times when I wasn’t so confident about them.
His dark brown eyes became even darker when he saw my breasts. He grabbed them and buried his face in them, pushing them together with his hands.
“Your hard nipples were torturing me from the start,” he mumbled and inhaled my scent, nuzzling his nose against my skin.
My heart beat faster—half from the embarrassment, half from the excitement. “From the start?”
“Yeah.” He brought his lips to my nipple and sucked it into his wet mouth. I clutched onto his shoulders and arched my back, moaning in sudden pleasure. “Your tank did a poor job of hiding them.” He took the other hard bud into his mouth and stroked it slowly with his tongue. “It was so fucking sexy.”
My pussy clenched in response to his touches, and now I felt like my panties were completely soaked.
“I have to buy a new top then, huh? Or wear some bra next time,” I joked, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Definitely don’t.” He grinned and took off the shirt I’d unbuttoned just now.
I parted my lips when I took in his upper body. It was definitely sculpted and super hot. He had a few tattoos covering his arms and chest, and I noticed a scar on his left shoulder. I frowned and traced it with my fingers. It was long, but it was completely healed and barely visible.
“Does it hurt?” I whispered, moving my fingers gently over his shoulder.
He glanced at it and shook his head. “Not at all. It’s an old injury. Don’t worry.”
He lowered himself to his knees, not taking his eyes off mine, and helped me step out of my dress. His looked at my breasts and then at my red lace panties, and my mouth became completely dry.
“Addison, you’re driving me crazy. Red lace?”
I giggled and caressed his cheeks. “Only the best for you.”
He smiled and pressed his lips against my panties, and I immediately felt a throbbing pleasure in the pit of my stomach. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted everything with him.
He kissed me over the panties and then he took them off along with my high heels, staring at my shaved pussy. “Fuck me,” he hissed and covered my sensitive, hot flesh with his mouth.
“Cole!” I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, feeling the pleasure building quickly in me.
He moved his tongue all over my mound, stroking my clit and reached my wet entrance. He pushed it inside, reaching my most intimate place.
“Cole!” I cried out, already breathless. His long tongue was quickly working in me, bringing me an immense pleasure that was quickly building into an orgasm. “Please, don’t stop. Please, that is so good. Right there...” I was grinding against his face, holding his head tight as he continued his fast rhythm. Just as I was about to come, he moved away, smirking at me. “No! Why did you stop?” My pussy was throbbing hard now, denied of its release.
“I want to drive you crazy, get rid of some of your stress. You’re in for a long ride here.”
He pushed me to the edge of his king size bed and made me lie down. He knelt in between my legs and held them separated as he buried his face into my pussy again, this time attacking my clit directly.
“Yes, Cole. Oh, you’re so good.”
“I’m the best, baby.”
Cocky much? He was sucking my swollen clit fast, bringing me close to my orgasm again, and I began writhing beneath him when the pleasure became too much to bear...
“Cole! Right there. You will make me come...”
He pressed his fingers against my pussy and stroked it as he sucked on my clit. I was already panting, bucking my hips continuously when it became almost unbearable. The next moment he slipped his two fingers into me, and I was coming, my pussy gushing hard.
“Yes,” he hissed and continued moving his fingers in me, prolonging my orgasm.
“Cole, I... it’s so intense...” I cried out loudly, unable to think about anything but the pleasure that filled every part of my hot body.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you.”
He went to his nightstand and took the condom out of the top drawer. He took his pants and underwear off in no time and grabbed my hips to move me to the center of his bed. My eyes grew huge when I saw him in full erection and smiled seductively.
He put the condom on his big cock and came above me, slamming his lips against mine again. He brought my arms above my head and pressed them on the mattress with one of his own. He moved his other hand over my neck and chest, reaching my needy pussy that was throbbing painfully again.
He hissed and grinded against me. “Fuck me, you’re so hot. I will rip your pussy apart.”
His eyes ate me alive as his cock probed my entrance. I arched my back, desperately wanting to touch him, but he didn’t let me move my arms at all, his strong hand still trapping them above my head. He got inside in one swift move, and for a moment the pleasure became too strong for me.
“Cole!”
“How does this feel, baby?”
“You’re so big... it’s so good...”
He covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside roughly, and drank my moans as he started moving inside of me. He felt so good, making me drenching wet. I’d never been so wet. He grabbed my breast with his free hand and held it tight, his thick cock stretching me completely.
“Your pussy is so tight. It’s perfect,” he grunted, increasing his tempo. His thrusts were fast and wild, and I was already close to another orgasm.
“You will make me come again, Cole...” I screamed when he pushed into me, and I felt like I was being ripped in two. It was so good that I was already losing myself in ecstasy. “Ah!” I came hard, thrashing beneath him.
“You are so sexy, Addison. Ride me, baby.”
He lay down on the mattress and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him and impaled myself on his pulsating dick, enjoying having the control this time. I supported myself against his rock hard chest as he brought his hands to my boobs, taking my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.
I moved fast, going up and down in a crazy rhythm as everything burned in me. I was screaming from these hot sensations, unable to think about anything but the pleasure and this sexy stranger beneath me. I’d let all my inhibitions go, not caring about whether this was wrong or not. This was a one night stand and I would never see him again, so I could get the most out of this.
“Faster, baby,” he growled and gripped my hips with his strong hands, moving me as fast as I thought I could go. After several moments the pressure in me burst, and I arched my back as I reached another climax.
“Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze that cock.” He hissed. “I’ll cum, baby, don’t stop.” A few moments later he pulled me to his mouth and kissed me, groaning loudly as he came hard in me.
He didn’t release me immediately. He kept me on top of him as we tried to catch our breaths and enjoyed each other’s nearness.
I couldn’t believe I just had a sex with a stranger and it was amazing! It was unbelievably good, and now I was so glad that I’d accepted to come here.
“Don’t even think we’re finished here,” he said suddenly, stirring beneath me. “I’m already hard again, and I need you to do something about it.”
Six
Cole
I flipped a pancake and I heard it sizzle as it fell to the griddle one more time. Addison was still sleeping, probably because she was a little bit hung over. I was too. Her bloody Mary was sitting on the counter while mine was nearly gone. I picked up the phone again as I sat down at the island. I'd been calling every one of my ex-military buddies to see if anyone knew of a girl I could to bring home to my uncle. Someone I could convince to play a part in my ruse. I had a plan laid out, I would convince her to marry me at the end of the month. Then we would stay married for three months, convincing my uncle that I had really settled down. Then he would let me be done at the hospital and I could move back into the pharmaceutical company make my millions and at the end of three months, she could leave with a nice little severance package. It was a job, and someone would be happy to have it. They could live here in the penthouse with me and take advantage of any opportunities that present themselves as being with me. Including sex every night. This was a win-win. But so far out of the four guys I called I was striking out with each one. My last hope was John. I clicked on this picture on the screen and began calling on speakerphone.
“Cole? What the hell are you doing up this early?”
“It's nearly 10 o'clock. I'm always up by 10 o'clock.”
“Sure you are. But you’re never calling me at 10 o'clock. Some of us have jobs you know, we work.”
I rolled my eyes. “Hey, starting tomorrow I'll be joining the working class once again.”
“Are you serious? You haven’t had a job since, hell I don't know when you've had a job last. Not working in your parents’ company anymore?”
“Not exactly. I'm going to work of the Children's Hospital downtown. Apparently, my uncle has an issue with the fact that I borrowed one of our investor's yachts and landed up in prison.”
“Prison? Like you did a hard time?”
I shook my head. “No, no. Just in the drunk tank for the night. But the investor pulled out of our firm and my uncle is pissed. So he’s making me work at the Children's Hospital for a month and he's making me get married.”
I could hear him laughing at the other end of the line. “Married? Who are you marrying?”
“Well see, that's the problem. I have no fucking clue what I'm going to marry.”
“What about that model? What the hell was her name? Natasha?”
“She's long gone. And don't think I didn't try to call her because I did. She wouldn't even answer. You know half the girls in my phone book wouldn't answer. What the hell is up with that?”
“What the hell is up with that? Are you kidding? You’re a player. That's what's up. Girls don't marry players, they just talk.”
Wasn’t that the truth. But up until just a couple days ago I never minded that. Actually, I preferred it. Fuck ‘em and let ‘em go. But now I need one to stay around, someone I could actually spend time with. At least the next four months’ worth.
“So what's this about man? Why are you calling me?”
“I need to find a girl. Somebody I can spend some time with. Someone, I can marry,” I could hear him chuckling on the other end of the line. “But it's not going to be like that. Just a few months, and then I'll cut them loose. With a huge check to go with it. Shares of the company, my uncle is finally going to give me full access to my trust. If I work at the hospital for a month and I get married.”
He could almost see John shaking his head. “You can't be serious! No one is going to go for that.”
“I don't have a choice. So, are there any women in the force? Anyone who could use some extramarital benefits? I like a woman with a gun.”
“Hell no. No one I would set you up with! Any of the single ladies in my unit are smart. And to most of them are married! Hell some of them are older than me. I don't know how to tell you this Cole, you're screwed. Anyway, I'm on duty so that got it back to it, but good luck man. Sounds like you're having a hard time.”
Just then Addison emerged from my bedroom wiping her eyes with my shirt and just a single pair of undies on. Damn, she was hot.
“Yeah okay, buddy. Thanks anyway. Bye.” I swiped my phone to hang up the call.
“Morning sleeping beauty.”
“What time is it?” She whined as she put her hand above her eyes to block out the sunlight coming from my floor-to-ceiling windows in the kitchen.
“After 10.”
She groaned. “I need to text my sister. Have you seen my phone? Wait. Have you seen my skirt? I think my phone was in there.”
I pointed to the couch. “I think that's where I tore it off of you.”
She dragged her feet along the white carpet and flopped down on the couch pulling her phone out of the pocket of her skirt. I turned off the griddle and put two pancakes on a plate for her, grabbing the Bloody Mary off the island and walking into the living room setting it down in front of her.
“You cook?”
“Don't sound so surprised. A man's got to eat.”
“Yeah I get that, but men like you have cooks. Chefs or whatever. They don't usually make their own pancakes and Bloody Marys. By the way, this is really good.” She said as she took a sip.
“I have a proposition for you.”
She pulled her feet up on the leather sofa underneath her so she was sitting Indian style. A single strand of black curly hair fell into her face and it took every fiber of my being to not push it out of her eyes. God, why was I so attracted to her?
I couldn't figure it out. I also couldn't figure out why I was doing what I was about to do. But I didn't have any other choices. I was shit out of luck.
“I'm listening.”
“So last night…”
She picked up the plate and took a bite out of her pancake. “Was great.”
“I was going to sa
y fucking awesome, but great is okay.”
“Okay, so what about it? I thought we were very no strings attached.”
“But what if there were?”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Strings?”
“Yeah. What if we could keep doing this? Not only would we keep having amazing hot sex, but there was more to it. Something in it for you.”
She set the plate on the coffee table looking confused. “Are you trying to ask me out on a date? Because you kind of suck at it.”
“No,” I put my hands up in surrender. I couldn't remember the last time asked somebody out on a date. I didn't date. I didn't date and I didn't fall in love, I just fucked women senseless. And up until now, it had worked for me.
“No, I don't want to date you. I want to marry you.”
She choked on the Bloody Mary some of it going up and out of her mouth. I grabbed a napkin off the table and handed it to her. “I'm sorry, what did you just say? Because I swear to God I only had four beers last night.”
“Yes, you did. Here's the deal, I'm wealthy.”
“Consider me shocked.” She said sarcastically. God, I loved it when she was feisty.
“But I'm going to lose all of that money unless I get married. See I had a little run-in with the law recently and my uncle who is the estate holder for my parents wants to pull out my business from underneath me.”
“Business? And your parents?”
“Yes my parents owned a pharmaceutical business, it's very popular, and we do very well. But when they died I went into the military instead, I became a medic and then a doctor because I thought I could apply my knowledge the business. Well, that was the plan. But instead, I came back from war and mostly got drunk and slept with women. And then I stole a boat recently and pissed my uncle off. I think that pretty much sums it up.”
I surveyed her shocked face, her mouth gaping open just a little bit. She was still in just my shirt and her underwear. And with her mouth open just a little bit like that all that I could imagine was sticking my cock into it. It twitched underneath my gym shorts. Why did she make me so hard all the time? Since the minute I got her back up into my apartment all that I wanted to do was get into her pussy. And since I had now had it, I wanted more. Why didn't I think of this as an opportunity as soon as I met her? Why had I been so dumb?
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