by Tia Siren
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Cain
It had been a long time since anyone dared me to put up or shut up. But when Olivia pressed her lips to mine and dug her fingernails into my thigh so hard it made my cock jump, the challenge was on.
I told the driver to take us to my place and break all the rules of physics to get us there as quickly as possible. On the way, we made out in the back of the limo like teenagers after the prom.
My hand went under her T-shirt to massage her big globes and rub against her nipple as it pressed against the fabric of her bra.
Her hand slid up my thigh and found my cock, which was already hard and waiting for her touch. She gripped it and moaned into my mouth as her hand slid up and down the shaft. My hand went to her crotch. I could feel the wet heat oozing from her pussy. The crotch of her jeans left my fingers damp. The air filled with her tangy scent.
“We’re here, Mr. Bohannon,” Tony, my driver, said all too quickly. I had totally forgotten he was even there. I was sure he’d gotten a good earful of Olivia’s moans and my heavy breathing. Oh well, it wasn’t the first time he’d watched me with a woman in the back of the car, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
I dug a hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it over the seat to him. He smiled at me in the rearview mirror and told me to have a good night.
I tugged Olivia out of the car and literally dragged her into my building, past the doorman, across the foyer, and into the elevator. The moment the doors closed, she pounced on me, shoving me hard against the wall, mashing her big tits into my chest, humping her cunt against my thigh, rubbing my cock through my pants.
She was the aggressor, and I’d let her play the part until we got upstairs, where I was the only alpha. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I grabbed her ass and ground my cock into her cunt. Her moans echoed off the mirrored walls.
I was sure the doorman’s eyes were bugging out as he watched us on the security camera mounted in the ceiling of the elevator. I didn’t give a shit. I was about to explode in my pants. I would have fucked Olivia in the elevator if the doors hadn’t dinged and slid open to my penthouse. I grabbed her ass and she jumped up to wrap her legs around me. I carried her that way into my bedroom and threw her on the bed.
“Get your fucking clothes off,” I ordered, peeling off my jacket and ripping open my shirt without bothering with the buttons. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my pants and let them drop to the floor.
My cock was rock hard in anticipation of being in her mouth and her cunt. I took it in my hand and gave it a slow stroke, smiling as it grew harder and longer in my hand. I squeezed the head and little drops of juice trickled out of the slit. She pulled her shirt over her head and licked her lips when she saw my cock oozing for her.
I used my fingers to wipe the juice from the tip of my cock. Then I held the fingers to her lips. She ran her tongue across my fingers and moaned.
“Hurry up and get naked,” I ordered. “I want you to suck my cock before I shove it into your sweet pussy.”
I stood back and stroked my cock as I watched her undress. She unhooked her black bra and her big tits fell free. They were large, milky white globes with dark areolas the size of baseballs and plumb pink nipples that made my mouth water.
She kicked off her boots and lay back on the bed to shimmy out of her skinny jeans. Her cunt was shaved smooth. Her clit looked like a short pink pencil between her legs.
She sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me. I moved closer. She put her hands on my hips and glanced up into my eyes. I leaned down long enough to kiss her, and then I put my hands on her cheeks and guided her head toward me. My cock stood stiff and ready before her lips.
“I want you to suck my big cock, Olivia,” I said. “Suck my big cock good and I’ll lick your sweet pussy for you. Fair enough?”
“Yes,” she said.
Her hands went around to grab my ass cheeks as she opened her lips and let the head of my cock slide over them. She moaned with me in her mouth and started moving her head up and down.
My cock was eleven inches long. I tried to steady my breathing as I watched her take all of it in that she could, six inches or so, stopping only when the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged once and then got into the rhythm.
She’d let the shaft slide slowly into her mouth, and then she would clamp her lips around it and draw her head back. When the head of my cock reached her lips, she swirled her tongue around it, nearly causing me to shoot my milky load all over her face.
I tightened the muscles in my legs as she dug her fingernails into my ass. This was quite possibly the best blow job I’d ever received that I didn’t have to pay for, on par with even Faleen’s magic mouth. When Liv brought her hands around to pump the shaft while her lips sucked on the head, I had to quickly step back, because I was about to come.
“It’s my turn,” I said, pushing her back on the bed. “I want to taste you. I want to suck on your clit and ram my tongue in your hole until you scream.”
“Yes,” she moaned, squeezing her breast. “Eat me, Cain. Eat my pussy now.”
I dropped to my knees and rubbed my hands on her thighs to push them apart. I smiled at the sight of her pink goodness.
She was shaved clean.
Her clit hood was long and thick.
Her pussy lips were perfect. I used my thumbs to pull back the lips so I could see her pussy hole. It glistened with juice. As she breathed, her hole pulsated, as if it were begging to be fucked.
I lowered my lips to her clit hood. I took it between my teeth and gave it a playful tug. She moaned and raised her hips to push her pussy to my mouth. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up, braced on my elbows.
I ate her like a pussy pie.
My tongue slithered up and down, from the top of her shaved clit to the indent of her sweet asshole. I paused each time to swirl my tongue into her pussy hole. Each time I did, it gushed juices onto my tongue. Hot and tangy. I lapped them up like a man dying of thirst.
With my hands under her ass, I used my thumbs again to spread her pussy lips. I stuck out my long tongue like a hard cock and tongue-fucked her until she bucked her hips into my face and exploded into my mouth. Hot juices squirted from within her, filling my mouth like drinking from a hose, washing over my cheeks and chin. She grabbed my hair as she came and writhed, pushing her cunt to my face. It was all I could do not to come with her.
“You,” she moaned, reaching for me. “I want your big cock in my pussy…please…now…”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Olivia
Holy fucking shit… I had never come so hard in my life. Cain had my ass in his hands and my pussy pressed to his face and his tongue in my hole… When the orgasm hit, I literally thought my heart was about to stop.
I reached for him, begging him to fuck me. He smiled at me. His face was covered with my goo. It glistened on his cheeks and he licked it from his lips.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked as he climbed on top of me. His face hovered over mine. I could smell the tang of my juices on his face. I opened my mouth and licked his lips, and then I put my hands to his ears and pressed my mouth to his. I could taste my pussy on his lips and tongue. I moaned because it nearly made me come again.
I reached down and took his huge cock and guided the head to my hole. I brought my legs up to wrap around him. He moved his hips forward and his cock slid into me and didn’t stop until it reached the end of the line. I swear, I could feel him in my chest and throat.
“Oh…fuck...” I moaned. Cain’s was the largest cock I had ever had in my hand, my mouth, and now my pussy. I wasn’t sure I could take him up my ass, but maybe we could work up to that next time. For now, I just wanted him inside my cunt, filling me to the max with his powerful manhood.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked as he slowly moved in and out of me. “Do you love having my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Amazing.”
“Tell me,”
he said. “Tell me how much you love having my big cock in your sweet pussy.”
“I love…your…big...cock.”
The words came in gusts, pushed out of me each time his cock thrust deep into me. I moaned through the sighs. I dug my fingernails into his back and dragged them down to his ass, leaving my mark on his flesh.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard?” he asked. He braced his palms on the bed and pushed himself up as his hips quickened their pace.
“Yes. Fuck me…hard...Cain… Hard…as you…can.”
I opened my eyes to catch him smiling down at me. He dug his teeth into his lower lip and began pummeling his cock into my cunt as hard as he could without hurting me, driving into me so hard that my big boobs flopped on my chest. I grabbed them between my hands and pushed them together, holding my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
I held my breath as I felt the orgasm building deep inside my womb, primed to explode with every thrust of his cock.
“I’m…coming,” I said, the words heavy on my breath. “Come with me…Cain…come…”
Cain closed his eyes. I watched his muscles flex as he slammed his cock harder into me. He threw back his head like a wolf and howled as he came.
I closed my eyes and dug my heels into his ass. My fingernails left long scratches down his sides and back. We came together, him filling my pussy with his hot, milky cum as my wave of juices gushed out and over his balls and down the crack of my ass.
One more deep thrust, one more quick gasp, and it was over, at least for now. He blew out a long breath and lowered his lips to mine. His cock was still inside me. I could feel his pulse against the walls of my pussy.
“You’re amazing,” he said, breathing into my mouth.
“So are you,” I said with a smile. “Was this part of the demo?”
He grinned at me. “No, baby. This was part of the deal.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Olivia
The next few weeks were a blur as Cain took me by the hand and led me into his world.
“You’re going to be a star,” he kept telling me. “With your voice and my guidance, we’re going to make you famous.”
The VP of A&R at BEG (holy shit, how many abbreviations could I use) loved the demos I cut and wanted to immediately put me under contract. Since I didn’t have a clue about such things, I relied on Cain to guide me through the maze.
We had spent every night together for two weeks, and I trusted him completely. If he told me to sign something, I signed it. If he told me to sing something, I sang it. If he told me to suck his cock while he was on the phone with the president, I would have sucked it.
Eagerly.
Gladly.
Without doubting he had my best interests at heart.
Mona told me not to trust him so easily, but I didn’t listen to her.
She told me I was thinking with my cunt and not my brain.
She told me not to fall in love with him.
She warned me, but her words fell on deaf ears.
Speaking of Mona, when I told her about the demo I had cut without her and Des, I’d expected her to be pissed. Instead, she was thrilled for me.
“Jesus, Liv, I’m not a goddamn drummer,” she said. “I was just doing that because you asked me to.”
“Really? Oh, thank god!” I said, giving her a big hug, thrilled she wasn’t mad.
“Just remember who your real friends are when you hit it big,” she said. “And you have to make me your high-paid personal assistant, like that gay dude Drew.”
“I’ll do that,” I said, meaning it. When I told Des the news, she just shrugged and said whatever. Mona told me later that Des was living with the lead mohawk motherfucker, whose band had yet to even cut a demo at BEG because a certain new star was taking up all the studio time. Oh well, so sorry, fuck you very much.
“I have to go,” I said, giving Mona another hug. “Cain invited me over for dinner. He’s going to cook for me. And then tomorrow I’m meeting with Cain and his marketing people to talk about scheduling, whatever that means. So don’t wait up!”
She grinned as she walked me to the door. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “I’m honestly happy for you, Liv,” she said seriously. “Just be careful.”
I frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know how these rich music people are. I mean, especially Cain Bohannon. He’s not the kind of guy who settles down with one woman.”
I scoffed at her. “Mona, are you talking about that stupid fuck list?” I put my hands on her cheeks and smiled. “There is no fuck list. It was just a publicity stunt Cain’s assistant pulled. I’ve asked Cain about it and he swears to me it was just a hoax. There is no fuck list.”
“Okay. I hope you’re right,” she said, pulling me in for one last hug. I could tell she didn’t believe me. That was fine. I knew Cain wouldn’t lie to me.
The fuck list was just a myth.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Cain
When I opened the door for Liv, I felt my mouth drop. She was gorgeous, wearing a little black dress with a high neck line. It was elegant, but I was fully aware that her beautiful boobs lay underneath.
And Liv laughed at me. “You look like a sexy chef in your apron,” she said as she brushed by me into the hallway.
I had set the table to impress. Candles, flowers, the works. But as I was serving her salad, I realized that all this preparation wasn’t just to keep her in my bed. I really did enjoy spending time with her. I had never spent so much time, or so many nights with the same name on my list.
After dinner, I invited her to play the piano with me. I switched the lights off and let the moonlight shine in through the giant windows. We played around like kids, banging out a funny duet with our arms all tangled up.
And as I laughed, I couldn’t help feeling, well, guilty. I had denied the existence of my fuck list. I had lied to Liv to get her into bed. And it had worked. But what I hadn’t bargained for was to actually develop feelings for her. What started out as lust was turning into admiration and something deeper.
“Let me play something for you,” Liv said. I placed my hands in my lap and listened to her sing. She played the piano nearly almost as well as the guitar. I watched her as she closed her eyes and strained her face to hit the high notes. Her voice was lovelier than a chorus of doves, and I wanted to listen to it for a long time to come.
But a lump in my gut was tormenting me. I would either have to tell her the truth about the list, or erase it completely. But I wasn’t prepared to do either.
If I told her the truth, I would risk a slap in the face and losing her.
And if I erased the list from my phone, then I would feel like I was erasing so much personal history, a part of me that signified who I was. I knew it was stupid, but my ego wasn’t prepared to let go of all those women.
But I knew I would have to do something. Liv was quickly becoming more important to me than all the women on my list put together.
Liv finished her song and glanced over at me with a look of satisfaction. She knew she was talented.
“Come on, my singing angel,” I said, bringing her hand to my lips. “Let’s get to bed. We have an important day tomorrow, and before we sleep, I want to make love to you for a few hours.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Olivia
Cain led me into a conference room that had a long table and a dozen chairs around it. Ten of the chairs were filled with people from BEG’s marketing department. We were coming together to talk about how my album would be marketed when it “dropped” in a few months. Turned out dropped was an industry term. It meant when the album was released. I didn’t know why they didn’t just say released. I guessed dropped sounded cooler. There was still so much about this business that confused the shit out of me.
I mainly did what I had done in every meeting over the last few weeks. I sat and listened and pretended like I had a clue what they were talking about. Mostly I just played with my phone and
wiggled like an impatient child in my seat, waiting for Cain to take me home so we could play some more.
“Okay, that all sounds fine,” said Cain, who sitting at the head of the table. Everyone had their phone or a tablet in front of them with their calendar programs open, setting dates for various things that had to happen when the album was ready to drop.
Cain had his phone between his hands and was looking at the calendar as he spoke. “So, we’re looking to drop on September 1. Anything else?” When no one spoke up, he set his phone on the table and held out his hands. “Okay, meeting adjourned. Go to work.”
Everyone got up and streamed out the door. Cain and I started to get up, and then Drew stuck his head in. He pointed at Cain. “Hey, before you leave for the day, can you look at some cover art for Katie Berry’s next album? It’ll take two seconds.”
“Sure,” Cain said. He leaned over and brushed his lips to my cheek. Then he picked up his phone and slid it into his pocket. “Back in a minute and we’ll get dinner.”
“Sounds great,” I said, sighing like a lovesick schoolgirl as I watched him follow Drew out the door.
I picked up my phone to check my email.
“What the…”
It took me a minute to realize Cain had taken my phone and I had his. I started to get up and say something, and then that damn little voice whispered in my ear. Strangely enough, the little voice sounded an awful lot like Mona.
I could hear her saying, “Radar Online says he keeps the fuck list on his phone.”
I glanced at the doorway. The coast was clear. I slid open Cain’s phone. I had no idea what software he’d use to keep a fuck list, so I opened the apps and clicked on Spreadsheets. When the program launched, I looked at recent documents.
My breath caught in my throat.
There it was at the very top.
A filed called The Fuck List.
I felt my heart cease in my chest.
“Son of a bitch,” I whispered, tapping the file to open it.
And there it was.