“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 say 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 loo
king 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?
Oh yeah, because now she was looking at me like I was a lunatic and I could see her making an escape plan in her brain. That's super smart sexy brain.
“I'm sorry you want me to marry you so you can inherit your parents’ fortune and then what?”
I realized I hadn't told her my complete plan. “We stay married for three months, at the end of three months you get a severance package, a much bigger one than I'm sure you're getting from your current job. Not to mention I can promise you a coding job within the company. Six figures. Or double whatever it was used to make.”
Suddenly she sat up a little bit straighter and I could tell that I picture interest. “What kind of severance package?”
“Half a million. Does that sound fair?”
“And a real wedding? Like with guests and everything? Not some little elopement?”
“No, I’m going have to make it look very real. The wedding, lots of guests. There will probably be a planner and rehearsal dinner and an archway full of roses, if that's what you want. And you will get whatever you want.”
“Oh well, I wanted to only be married once in my life. But… I also didn't expect to lose my job yesterday. And I am single, but not in that crazy cat lady way. I just haven't found the right guy.”
“I could be that guy.”
She rolled her eyes but I noticed a small smile playing on those lips. Those lips that I can imagine wrapping around my cock. Focus Cole, get her to say yes.
“You could live here. You could live here while I work at the hospital for the next month. That would solve your rent problem.”
“I can't leave Elizabeth hanging out with some big rent bill.”
“You're right, I'm sure I can tap into some of my smaller bank accounts and handle your rent for the next few months. Consider it a sublet. And live here for free, anything you want day or night you have it.”
I failed to mention that what I wanted was her. And that I would have her day or night, whenever I wanted.
But after her moans last night, I didn't think she would mind.
“I have to think about this.”
“So you're not saying no.”
She picked up the plate of pancakes and started eating again, through a mouthful of carbs she said, “No, I'm not saying no.”
Seven
Addison
“You are doing what?”
Elizabeth said with her hands on her waist looking like a formidable opponent standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
“I'm moving out. But is just for a couple months and then I'll be back, and there's a check on the counter for you that covers my portion of the rent.”
“But I am totally confused, you’ve never mention this secret boyfriend. And now suddenly he comes out of nowhere and you're moving in with him?” She crossed my bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the open suitcase that I'd begun packing. “You tell me the truth right now Addison, what the hell is going on?”
“I started seeing this guy a couple months ago, but he's not really my usual type and I knew that you would be weird about it. Case in point,” I said as I made a face at her.
“I'm not being a way. I mean a way about the fact that you are suddenly moving out after spending your first night away from home in I don’t even know how long. Does he a magical penis or something? Finally slept with him and now you're moving?”
If she only knew the real truth. That sex with Cole was like nothing I had ever encountered before. Rippling orgasms, feeling of fire underneath my skin. It was mind blowing. And I wanted more. Sure the severance package and the money and covering my part of the rent without a job was awesome, but the sex with Cole was even better.
I still couldn't believe I was doing this though, marrying a total stranger. I had thirty days to get to know him before we walked down the aisle. And then another three months to figure out where this was going. Or if at the end of four months we go our separate ways, but right now I was hoping that we wouldn't. And I was not about to tell Elizabeth about the fact that I was getting married in a month. If her freaking out about me moving out wasn't enough, if I told her I was getting married she would lose her mind. It wasn't worth the risk. She might have to be committed or something.
“It's not that, it's just that some things change. And I need to change.”
“You lost your job. You lost your job and now you're going to live with your boyfriends. This is what a quarter life crisis looks like Addison. Know the signs.”
“It's not that,” I said as I threw more clothing into the suitcase. I walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a trash bag bringing it back into my room. I started shoving shoes inside.
“Then what is it? What happened with your job?”
I stopped throwing shoes into the bag inside sitting down on the floor looking up at my big sister, just like always. “I got fired. The security system I built got hacked. At least I wasn't being replaced. By I have to move on and this is a really good start. I'm not having a quarter life crisis or mental breakdown, I promise. And what I'm doing is going to be great for me, actually for both of us. You'll see.”
“Fine.” She crossed her arms still looking annoyed. “Tell me about this boyfriend of yours, what's he like? What does he do for a living?”
“His name is Cole.” I didn't tell her his last name because I realized I didn't know it. “And he's a doctor at the Children's Hospital.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “You're dating a freaking doctor? That's incredible! Where the hell did you pick him up?”
Now I could be honest. “In a little pub, my laptop needed to charge and he offered me his outlet.”
I didn't mention that that was just yesterday, or that the outlet was next to his bed. I couldn’t wait to get back into his bed.
“Offered his outlet, eh? That code for something?”
“You're the one who’s talking about magical penises, not me. But anyway we started seeing each other and realized that we have some stuff in common.” Absolutely nothing in common actually, another lie. “Like he is former military like Dad and his parents
are dead. So that's why I haven’t introduced him to you, he's got some family issues.” Another lie but this one covered my ass.
“How did his parents die?”
“I don't know,” I shrugged. “He didn't say, I haven't pressed the issue. But his uncle owns a pharmaceutical company.”
“So they have money.”
“Yeah, they do.”
“So wait, he’s a doctor, former military, and his parents are dead. And he has money? What the hell do you have in common?”
“We both really like breakfast.”
“So he understands your coffee addiction then?”
“Yep. And my love of pancakes. I don't know,” I said in a dreamy voice, “he could be the one.”
She took a pillow off my bed and threw it at me. “I want to meet him. Make sure he's not a total douche bag or a player.”
I threw the pillow back at her and then continue to shove shoes into the trash bag. “You will, I promise you will.”
Eight
Cole
I sent the car to get Addison at her apartment while I picked up some food at the grocery store and flowers for her. I figured that my bachelor pad could use a little bit of a woman’s touch. Flowers should be enough, at least I hoped they would be. The guestroom was already set up, I told her that she could stay there and keep all of her clothes and feminine necessities in the bathroom. Suddenly she felt like she had her own space, that she wasn't forced to sleep with me. It was the final thing I needed to convince her.
Why she wouldn't want to stay with me, I have no idea. Just thinking about her from this morning, walking around in my shirt with only a few buttons attached, she knew how to make me hard. I couldn't wait to get back and learn more about her, and about her desires. My phone rang as I was standing in the flower section of the grocery store and I looked down to see a number that he didn't recognize. I answered it anyway.
“Hello is this Dr. Cole Miller?”
Nobody called me doctor. “Yes, can I help you?”
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