Obsessed: A Billionaire Love Triangle

by Mia Ford

  “Thank you,” I said softly, glancing up into his eyes.

  “Better?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I sighed as he slid his arms inside the jacket, going around my waist. “Much better.”

  “Good.”

  “Good,” I sighed.

  Without another word, he pulled me close. My body melted into his. I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my thigh.

  I lifted my chin and opened my mouth a little.

  He pressed his lips to mine.

  His tongue slid into my mouth.

  His hands moved to my ass.

  He dug his fingers into my ass and ground my cunt into his cock.

  I closed my eyes and sighed into his mouth.

  Ed would have been furious if he had known that I was in Sean O’Connor’s arms.

  Joanie would have called me an idiot and a slut.

  Danzig would have been jealous.

  Lou and Lester would have reminded Ed yet again that women had no place in undercover police work.

  I’d say fuck them all.

  I was just taking one for the team.

  Chapter 11: Claire

  Suddenly, there was no one else in the world but me and Sean O’Connor. The street below and the stars above seemed to fade away in the darkness. All I could see was his face. All I could feel were his hands on my body. All I could taste what his tongue in my mouth.

  My brain was screaming, commanding me to pull away and run.

  The rest of my body, the fun parts, the parts that didn’t get to come out and play very often, were telling my brain to fuck off.

  I could satisfy my lust and still do my job.

  I could sleep with Sean O’Connor and still be objective.

  I was playing a role, I told myself.

  This wasn’t real.

  I was not Claire McAfee, undercover police detective.

  I was Claire Goodman, horny secretary.

  Even with the alcohol running through my veins I knew I was trying to rationalize the irrational, but I was too caught up in the moment to care.

  Slowly, the internal argument going on inside me started to fade away, as if someone was turning the volume down while turning the heat up.

  As Sean pressed his lips to mine and probed my mouth with his tongue, as his fingers worked the zipper on the back of my dress with surprising skill, I knew I had about three seconds to either push him away or just give in.

  Three… two… one… shit…

  The zipper slid slowly down my back. Sean pushed the little black dress down over my ass and let it slide down my legs, leaving me wearing the black lacy bra and panties with his jacket still over my shoulders.

  “You’re beautiful, Claire,” he said, moving his lips to my ear, tracing little circles around the rim with his tongue. “And so, fucking sexy.”

  His fingers quickly had the bra unhooked. It slid down my arms and he brought his hands to my tits, gently massaging the fleshy globes, rolling my thick nipples between his fingers. I gasped at the sweet pain.

  My hands were on his waist, fingers digging into his sides as he kissed me again. I could feel his cock hard against my cunt, poking into me, demanding to be set free. I slid my palm over his cock beneath the fabric of his expensive pants and rubbed up and down. He moaned in my ear as his cock hardened beneath my hand.

  He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me into his cock. I could feel the hot juices running down the insides of my thighs. I was probably staining his pants, but he didn’t seem to care.

  “Let’s go inside,” he said, sliding his hands around my ass cheeks and lifting me up. “I want to taste your sweet pussy on my lips. I want to feel my cock inside you.”

  The jacket fell to the floor as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, naked except for the pair of stiletto heels.

  “Yes, please,” I sighed, nibbling at his ear. “Take me inside and fuck me.”

  Before I change my mind…

  * * *

  Sean carried me into his bedroom and gently lay me down on his king-sized bed. I lay back on the pillows and massaged my tits as I watched him undress. He stood at the foot of the bed, smiling down at me, as he did a slow striptease.

  Sean was in no hurry, so unlike Ed, who was a lover of the “wham bam thank you, ma’am” variety. He was like SWAT: get in, get out, go for coffee, brag to your friends.

  Sean took his time, even though his eyes were fixed on my pussy the entire time he undressed. I spread my legs wide to give him a good look at what was waiting for him.

  My pussy was pink and glistening with hot moisture. I slid a finger between my folds, then rubbed the juices around my clit. I nearly made myself cum. I pulled my hands back to my breasts. I wanted him to make me cum. I wanted his fingers inside me, his lips on my clit, his tongue licking and sucking and swallowing every drop of my juice.

  Sean smiled when he saw the shudder go through me. He licked his lips as his fingers slowly undid the buttons, then he pushed the white shirt off his shoulders to reveal the chiseled, lean physique of someone who spent way more time in the gym than I did. His shoulders were round and his chest was hairless and thick. His arms rippled with lean muscle. My eyes drank him in like a hot toddy. I couldn’t wait to have my lips on his skin.

  “Your cock,” I moaned, teeth digging into my lower lip as I eyed the large bulge in his pants. “Show me your cock.”

  Sean unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid his pants and underwear down his legs. His veiny cock sprang out, long and thick, jutting from a thick patch of neatly trimmed curls. The head was like a purple mushroom. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it for a minute as he smiled down at me.

  “Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked, stroking his cock to full length, squeezing the head to make it bloom even larger. “Do you want my cock, Claire?”

  I moaned my answer. “Yes, I want your cock.”

  “Where do you want my cock?”

  “In my hand,” I sighed, reaching for him. “In my mouth.”

  “And do you want my lips on your pussy?”

  “Yes… please… let me suck you…”

  Sean slid onto the bed in the opposite direction. I slid down off the pillows. He straddled my face so his long cock dangled before my lips, then he leaned forward until his mouth hovered over my soaking pussy. A little sixty-nine on a first date. Wow. This was a first. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

  I wrapped my fingers around Sean’s upside-down cock and pulled it toward my mouth. I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue. I swirled my tongue along the underside of his cock and he moaned. When he lowered his lips to my pussy, I moaned even louder.

  I took two inches of Sean’s cock into my mouth and sucked on it as I pumped the shaft with my hand. His cock tasted like soap. Little drops of pre-cum washed across my tongue. I put my hands around Sean’s waist to grab his ass, then prompted him to lower his hips, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. When the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, I dug my fingers into his ass and prompted him to move his hips up and down, mouthfucking me as he sucked at my pussy.

  Sean took my clit between his lips and sucked it like hard candy, shooting shockwaves through my body. With his tongue on my clit, he had the fingers of one hand sliding in and out of my pussy as the slick fingers of his other explored my ass. Such coordination… He could probably juggle, dance, and whistle Dixie at the same time.

  I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and knew Sean was getting ready to cum. He quickly pulled away and got off the bed.

  “I want to feel my hard cock inside your tight pussy,” he said, moving to stand at the side of the bed. He grabbed my hips to turn me around sideways on the bed and pulled me toward him.

  With my ass at the edge of the bed, Sean took my ankles in his hands and brought them up to rest on his shoulders, giving him a direct path to my pussy, which w
as overflowing like a volcano.

  I could feel the juices running down my taint and into my asshole. I felt as if my entire body was melting from the inside out.

  He moved closer until the head of his cock was at my hole. He took his cock in one hand and swirled it around my pussy, lubing himself, making his entry easier.

  “God… Sean… Fuck me…” I begged, squeezing my tits and beckoning him with my eyes.

  “You want my big cock inside your sweet pussy?” he asked, teasing me with the head.

  “Yes… please…”

  “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want your big cock inside my pussy,” I moaned. “I want you to hammer me… hard… fast… god… please… hurry.”

  Sean gave me an evil grin and pushed the head of his cock inside me. My breath rushed from my lungs as he thrust in hard, shoving his thick cock inside me until it hit my innermost wall. He grabbed onto my ankles and did as I asked. He hammered his cock into me, pummeling me hard and fast, fully, making my tits bounce on my chest and the headboard slam into the wall.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked, panting the words.

  “Yes… Jesus… yes… fuck… me…”

  Sean’s thrusts made my entire body shake. I could feel the fire burning through me, from my pussy to my brain. I dug my fingers into my tits and gritted my teeth.

  “I’m… cumming… of… fuck… I’m cumming…”

  Sean quickened his pace, ramming his thick cock into me, moaning loudly with each thrust. “I’m… cumming… oh… god…”

  I screamed his name as the best orgasm of my life ripped through me. I could feel him everywhere; in my pussy, in my chest, in my throat. I gushed hot juices over him, drenching my cunt and his cock and the bed beneath me. The orgasm seemed to last forever as wave after wave of my pussy gushed like rogue waves into the shore.

  I opened my eyes to watch Sean cum. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. He was panting like a dog. The thick muscles across his shoulders blew up like balloons as he gave me one last thrust and filled my cunt with his hot milky seed. It was so warm and wet, filling me with a sensation I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

  After a moment, Sean’s muscles relaxed and he opened his eyes.

  He smiled at me.

  I smiled back.

  He might be a criminal, but Sean O’Connor was the best fuck I’d ever had.

  Too bad I had to put him in jail.

  Chapter 12: Claire

  Sean was lying on top of me, grinning, rubbing the tip of his nose to mine. “You are amazing,” he said, gazing into my eyes. “I’m so glad you walked into my office.”

  “Me, too,” I said, sighing into his mouth. “I assume this does not affect our working relationship.”

  He smiled. “Not at all. I can separate my personal and business lives. Can you?”

  “I can,” I said. The lie rolled off my lips like butter.

  His eyes drifted around my face. “Can you spend the night?”

  I had my arms around his waist and my legs around his ass. His deflated cock was rubbing against my cunt. We had made a mess, but neither of us seemed to care.

  “You want me to spend the night?” I asked, giving him a little smile. “I thought guys just wanted to fuck and be left alone?”

  “I’m not most guys,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “It’s up to you. But you’re more than welcome to stay. Tomorrow’s Saturday. We can sleep late, go out for breakfast. Or stay right here the whole weekend.”

  “Well, I don’t know… I mean…”

  “It’s settled then,” he said, kissing me again, long and slow, tongues circling. “You’ll stay.”

  “Yes,” I sighed. “I’ll stay.”

  * * *

  I closed my eyes and snuggled in under Sean’s arm with my cheek resting on his muscular chest and my finger drawing circles around his nipple. I didn’t move until I felt his chest rising and falling steadily. He began to snore softly. I rolled away from under his arm. He shifted to one side and put an arm over his eyes. After a moment, he began to snore again.

  I waited nearly an hour before slipping out of bed and tiptoeing through the dark penthouse. I could barely believe that I was walking around naked in Sean O’Connor’s place. I resisted the urge to open drawers and look in closets. I knew Sean was too smart to have anything in the apartment that would tie him to illegal activities, so I didn’t waste my time.

  I found my purse on the dining room table. I crept into the bathroom and locked door, then sat on the toilet to take a good long pee. My cooch was a sticky mess. I reeked of sex. I’d find a washcloth in a moment and clean myself off.

  First, I had to text Ed. I knew he was probably bouncing off the walls. The last thing I needed was for Ed to overreact and bust down the door only to find Sean asleep in bed and me naked, pissing on the toilet.

  I took out the burner phone belonging to Claire Goodman and texted the contact listed as MOM.

  I typed in: All’s well. Call soon. Send.

  Even though it was nearly one in the morning, Ed immediately texted back.

  Where are you? What are you doing?

  I typed in: Sitting on the toilet. Peeing. Talk soon. Good night.

  I turned off the phone before Ed could text back.

  I knew he could track the phone on his computer.

  He was probably sitting at home right now, in his boxer shorts, with Greta Vann snoring in the bed beside him, staring at a computer screen wondering what the hell I was still doing in Sean O’Connor’s apartment at one in the morning.

  I could only imagine the size of the brick he was shitting.

  For some reason, the thought made me smile.

  Chapter 13: Sean

  The sun beaming through the penthouse bedroom’s wall of windows woke me just after eight on Saturday morning. I rubbed my eyes and yawned as I rolled over to say good morning to Claire.

  I’d dreamt of her all night long, replaying our sexual romp on an endless loop in my head. I wasn’t surprised to find that I had woken up with my cock so hard it literally ached. I hoped she liked morning sex as much as I did.

  Sadly, I discovered that I would have to wait to find out because she was not in the bed beside me. I pushed up onto my elbows and listened for a moment, thinking that maybe she was in the shower, but the apartment was dead quiet. Her side of the bed had been slept in, but the sheet was cold, so she’d been gone for a while.

  I called out to her but got no reply. I eased back on the pillows and sighed. I could only suppose that she had gone home sometime in the night.

  Oh well. I had a raging hard-on and a very active imagination. I closed my eyes, wrapped my fingers around my cock, and let the movie of the night before replay in my mind.

  It didn’t take long. I blew my load quickly, covering my hand and stomach with my milky goo. I grunted a little as I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with my sticky hand out.

  When I opened the bathroom door, I smiled.

  Written on the mirror in red lipstick, was a phone number and the words “CALL ME!”.

  She had dotted the exclamation point with a little heart.

  Cute.

  And very sexy.

  Chapter 14: Claire

  Ed was sitting across the little coffee shop table, glaring at me as he stuffed half a powdered donut into his mouth. He shook his head and spat crumbs as he spoke.

  “I can’t believe you,” he said. “What the fuck are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking that I’m getting into Sean O’Connor’s inner circle pretty fucking quickly,” I said, leaning in and lowered my voice.

  “By fucking him?” He picked up his coffee cup and shook his head before taking a sip. “Unfucking believable, Claire. You have compromised the entire operation because you can’t keep your fucking hormones in check.”

  “I haven’t jeopardized a fucking thing,” I said, forgetting to control the level of my voice in
the small shop. Several customers glanced my way, then shook their heads in disgust at the girl with the muck mouth and went back to their coffee and donuts.

  The truth was, I may not have jeopardized the operation, but I’d certainly added a new level of difficulty to it. Now we needed iron-clad evidence to convict the O’Connor crew, but the Catch 22 was that we would have probably never found such evidence if I hadn’t, to quote Ed, “fucked my way to the inside”.

  Circumstantial evidence would get us nowhere now.

  Then again, nowhere is where we had been for months.

  “Look, he trusts me now,” I said. “He will let me into his apartment and into his office, and eventually into his confidence.”

  “And into his bed,” Ed growled. His nostrils flared like an angry bull’s. “I don’t like this, Claire. I don’t like it one goddamned bit.”

  “Relax,” I said, picking up my coffee cup and holding it between my hands. I smiled at him. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

  “What? No, fuck no,” he said, scolding me with his eyes. “You’re free to fuck whomever you like, Claire. I would just prefer you not fuck someone we’re trying to put in jail.”

  “I hear you, Ed,” I said, giving him a nod. “I won’t fuck this up.”

  “Just don’t let the lure of Sean O’Connor’s cock blind you from the fact that he is a fucking criminal. He is breaking the law and needs to be in jail.”

  “I have not been blinded by his cock,” I said. I took a little sip of coffee and sighed happily. “Although, there was one point there when his cock did almost hit me in the eye.”

  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ will you shut the fuck up,” he said, making a face that looked like he was about to puke. “I don’t need to hear this.”

  “What’s wrong, Ed,” I asked, lips pouting. “Doesn’t Greta suck your cock?”

  “She sucks my cock just fine,” he said. He reached across the table and took the sugar donut that was sitting untouched in front of me. He tore the donut in half and shoved one-half into his mouth. He licked the powdered sugar from his lips.