The Giving (The Harcourt Series 1)

by Starke, Stella

  When he had finished I sat up slowly. He watched as I removed my scrunched up bra. Then I leaned back in the seat and slid my wet panties off. I was naked and my skin was burning for his touch. I had never been so aroused. I slid down the seat and crawled between his legs. I kneeled before him, presenting myself as a gift. He touched my hair and caressed my face.

  I pulled his shirttail from his pants and spread his shirt open. I tugged on his pants and he raised his hips so I could pull them down to his ankles. I left them bunched up at his feet, not bothering to remove them all the way. There was no need. I had full access to everything I wanted. His hard cock bobbed against his defined abs. It was red and swollen and I wanted to take it deep inside of me. I lowered my head and kissed the tip of it. God it was gorgeous.

  I cupped my left hand under his balls and wrapped my right hand around the base of his shaft. I pulled his cock gently toward me and wrapped my lips around the swollen head. I could taste his juices coating my warm tongue. I took him deeper inside my mouth and tightened my lips. I sucked gently at first moving my head slowly up and down, priming him.

  He clutched the back of my head and grabbed my hair in his fist. I sucked harder and gripped him tighter. His cock swelled in my mouth and I took him deeper into my mouth until he filled me up and rammed against the back of my throat. He bucked his hips, going deeper and deeper while I sucked harder and harder. I tugged on his balls and he grabbed my hair in both hands as he shot loads of hot come into the back of my throat. I swallowed it greedily, milking him for every last drop. He groaned loudly and gave me everything he had.

  When he was empty I loosened my grip and slid his satisfied cock out of my mouth. I licked him clean savoring the musky taste of him.

  I looked up at him and he flashed me a wicked grin.

  “Sophie is it?” he said.

  I nodded.

  From the floor of the limo I could feel the road rumbling beneath me. Streetlights flashed across his face and I became acutely aware that I was stark naked in the back of a limo with a total stranger.

  This was not me; this was not something Sophie Daniels would do. Damn that dress, it was like a superhero costume giving me a confidence I did not posses in real life. I’d been given special powers and I’d used them for evil, taking only what I wanted.

  But it wasn’t just what I’d wanted. He’d wanted it too. He looked like a different man from the one I’d started this ride with. The dejection and confusion were gone, washed away by my own confidence. He cocked an eyebrow and studied me, really seeing me for the first time.

  “We’re at the bridge Sophie,” he said.

  Was that supposed to be some kind of metaphor? Like a bridge on the road to hell?

  “I need your address, for the driver.”

  Of course, duh. All he’d really offered me was a ride home. He must think I’m some kind of slut who goes around giving blow jobs to every man who gets within two feet of me.

  Suddenly embarrassed I reached for my dress which was pushed into a corner on my side of the car.

  “Leave it,” he said. “I’m not finished with you.”

  My cheeks burned with embarrassment. What could he possibly mean? We were only minutes from my apartment. I gave him my address as I crawled back into my seat. His suit jacket was still on the seat, so I put it on. He didn’t object. I covered my breasts, but my bare ass was still exposed to the soft leather of the seat.

  He relayed the address to the driver then studied me.

  “Damn, my suit has never looked that good.”

  I blushed and he laughed. “Are you kidding me? Now you’re shy?”

  I looked past him out the window. I saw the bodega that was just a block from my apartment.

  “We’re almost there,” I said. I gathered my clothes from the floor and held them in my lap. “Thank you for the ride.”

  I shook my dress out wondering how I was going to manage to get it back on. It was skin tight when it was dry. Squeezing into it when it was wet was going to be nearly impossible.

  Jeff took the dress from me, then plucked my bra and panties from my lap. You can have these back later. As we pulled up to the curb he pressed the button for the intercom.

  “Come back for me in an hour,” he said. Then he looked me over and said, “Make that two.”

  He opened his door and slid out of the car. He held his hand out to help me out. If I stood up, my ass would be exposed to the whole neighborhood, not to mention the still throbbing lips of my pussy. But he had my dress and wasn’t offering to give it back. I didn’t have any options. I looked up and down the street. It was late and this was a family neighborhood. The street was deserted.

  I climbed out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. I kept the suit jacket pulled tight in front of my breasts.

  “After you,” Jeff ushered me to my doorstep and kept his distance while I fished my keys out of my soggy handbag.

  I unlocked the door and headed for the stairs. He followed right behind me as I started to climb. Thank god I only lived on the second floor. He slowed his pace and fell a few feet behind me. I turned to see what was keeping him and realized he was watching my bare ass sway up the stairs. Each step up revealed the slit of my pussy. I continued on, slower this time, giving him a good look. Knowing that he was watching excited me and I started thinking again about his huge throbbing cock. I wanted it inside of me more than I’d ever wanted anything.

  I felt his hand graze my thigh. I kept walking and held my breath as he inched his way up to my aching slit. I felt the tips of fingers probe my lips and part them. My heart pounded in my ears and I didn’t care that we were in the stairwell where anyone could come by and see. In fact that excited me even more. He pushed a finger inside of me and massaged my slick walls. I stopped to savor the moment.

  “Walk,” he commanded me. So I walked.

  When I reached the top of the stairs he took my keys and asked which door was mine. I pointed to the lacquered green door at the end of the hall. He walked toward it and I followed. He unlocked the door, pushed it open and ushered me inside. When I reached the doorway he put his arm out to block my path. He backed me up against the door and said, “Take off the jacket.”

  I obeyed and let the jacket slide to the floor at my feet. He kicked it inside and looked me over slowly from my black high heels, up my smooth legs, pausing only briefly at my tender mound, over my belly to my full breasts with nipples so hard they hurt. He lowered his head and took one in his hot mouth, massaging the nipple with the tip of his tongue. I moaned and lay my head back against the door. Any of my neighbors could have opened their doors and seen me standing there naked letting this man take what he wanted.

  “Spread your legs,” he mumbled with a mouth full of my breast.

  I spread my legs and he quickly pushed two fingers up inside of me. He thrust them in out and I tried very hard not to scream. I gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him harder against my breast. He stopped sucking for a moment and inserted a third finger. His hands were so big and his fingers so thick it felt like a huge cock was ramming me. While he fucked me with his fingers he used his thumb to stroke my clit. I could feel the orgasm building and my breath caught in my throat.

  In one swift movement he pulled his hand out and stepped backward. I’d been on the precipice and he’d pulled me back. I moved toward him and he blocked me with the same hand he’d just been pumping me with.

  “Not yet,” he said in a husky voice. “We have plenty of time. Where’s the bedroom?”

  I led him through my dark apartment. I knew it like the back of my hand. My bed was littered with all the dresses I owned and had chosen not to wear tonight. At the foot of the bed I turned to him. Moonlight streamed through the window and cast him in a surreal light. He was a man of fantasy.

  I unbuttoned his shirt for the second time that night and removed it. He stood still as I removed his pants and pushed them over his rock hard ass. They fell to the floor and he pushed them
off with his feet. He was hard again and his penis grazed my belly. With my heels on I was still half a head shorter than him.

  I sat on the foot of the bed and caressed his erection, admiring the fullness of it. He reached under my arms and lifted, then threw me onto the bed. I lay naked before him on a pile of demure dresses that belonged to the old Sophie. The Sophie who would never in a million years bring a strange man to her apartment and let him have his way with her. But there I was, spread eagle wearing nothing but black high heels and a pearl chocker, waiting for this strong man to take me.

  He crawled onto the bed and hovered over me on all fours. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Do you want this, Sophie? Do you want me?”

  I nodded my head, hot tears catching in my throat. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

  “Say it,” he said.

  “I want you,” I whispered.

  “Say my name. Say it like you mean it.”

  “Jeff,” I said clearly, and with confidence. “I want you Jeff. I want you more than any man I’ve ever known.”

  With that he lowered himself onto me, flesh pressing against flesh, and I could have disappeared into him. In a quick movement he raised his hips and lined his cock up against my wet aching cunt.

  “Fuck me,” I said.

  He pushed it all in at once and filled me with his meat. He was not gentle and did not take his time. He fucked me hard. He grabbed my wrists and used them as leverage to go deeper. I bent my knees and wrapped my legs around his rock hard ass, my high heels digging into his taught flesh.

  “Say it again,” he commanded.

  “Fuck me!” I yelled. “Fuck me, Jeff.”

  “I’m going to come in you.”

  “I want you to come in me,” I pleaded. “Shoot your come deep inside of me. Please.”

  He thrust harder and I could feel his cock swell and strain against my tight vaginal walls. I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep from screaming. “Oh god, yes” I growled as a tsunami of an orgasm bombarded me. I gripped him with my thighs and pulled him as far into me as he could go. I heard him moan deep and long, his husky voice mixing with the screams inside my head. He shot his load into me until I could feel it oozing out of my hole and down to my ass. Then he relaxed on top of me and sighed.

  Our combined sweat was slick between our bodies and he slid easily off of me. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow.

  “You’re beautiful Sophie,” he said.

  An unexpected tear slid from my eye. I couldn’t say anything. What was there to say? No man had ever said that to me before. Then again, no man had ever fucked me that hard before either. He was drunk and an emotional wreck and I had taken advantage of that to fulfill a fantasy. I’d had quite a bit to drink myself, and that would be the excuse I’d give myself whenever I thought about this night. And I was sure I would think about it often.

  “Sophie, look at me,” he took my chin in his palm and turned my face toward his. He kissed me deeply and passionately.

  When he finally pulled away he said, “thank you.”

  Thank me? What the hell did he have to thank me for? I was sure he could have been with any woman he’d wanted to tonight. I had no doubt there were a hundred women on standby waiting for his call. Especially now that he was single again.

  “It’s like I’ve been in a coma for the last year and you’re the bucket of cold water that woke me up,” he said.

  Was that supposed to be a compliment? He must have read my expression because he said, “that’s a good thing.”

  “You’re welcome?” Is that what you’re supposed to say when a man thanks you for throwing a bucket of cold water in his face?

  “I was lost, but now I’m found,” he said as he slid an arm across my waist and snuggled up next to me.

  I rolled to my side and pressed my back against his bare chest. I kicked my shoes off at last and fell asleep in his arms.

  When I woke the next morning he was gone. I lay in bed for a few minutes wondering if it had all been a drunken dream. The dried come on my inner thighs told me it wasn’t.

  I got out of bed and padded barefoot and naked to the shower. While I waited for the spray to warm up I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was mostly gone and what was left was smeared. My hair had dried in uneven clumps and there was actually a hickey on my left breast. The memory of Jeff sucking on my breast made me smile.

  After I showered I dressed in yoga pants and a loose t shirt. I surveyed the pile of smashed dresses on my bed and decided I needed to go shopping. Everything I owned looked like it belonged to a spinster. Last night had shifted something in me; a part of me had awakened and wanted to be recognized.

  You’re beautiful Sophie. His words rang in my ears and for the first time in my life I believed it. It was like some of his confidence had gone into me along with his sperm.

  His sperm! Oh no! I’d let him come in me and I’d stopped taking the pill six months ago when I broke up with Adam. I needed to get to a drugstore.

  I found my purse and my keys near the front door. The thought of standing naked in the open doorway made me blush. I went back to my room to find some shoes and that’s when I saw it. There was a note on the dresser and it was propped up by a black velvet box. I knew what the box contained, but I didn’t know why he’d left it until I read the note.

  Dear Beautiful Sophie,

  You have given me something priceless. You were there when I needed someone most and you gave me all you had to give. You were a balm on my shattered ego. I woke this morning feeling strong and confident and that’s because of you. I can never repay you.

  Please accept this ring as a token of my appreciation. Wear it, sell it, pawn it, I don’t care. Truthfully, I never want to see it again. The documents of its authenticity are being held at Bevel Jewelers downtown. I’ll make sure they know the ring belongs to you now.

  I hope our paths will cross again someday.

  Best regards,

  Jeff

  I read the note three times before giving up on trying to figure out what it meant. At no point had I deluded myself into thinking he loved me or could ever love me. He was way out of my league, no question. For the first time in my life I hadn’t over thought sleeping with a man. I hadn’t tried to figure out his motives or weighed the pros and cons, and I certainly hadn’t done anything with the expectation of a relationship. I knew when I got into that limo that I would never see him again.

  I couldn’t possibly keep the ring, could I? I had no idea what it was worth, but it had to be in the neighborhood of ten thousand dollars. I definitely couldn’t keep it. That would make me no better than a hooker.

  I opened the velvet box and got a good look at the ring. It was stunning. The canary diamond had to be at least 4 carats, and it was surrounded by the most brilliant white diamonds I’d ever seen. It didn’t look real. I closed the box and tucked it inside my underwear drawer.

  I got all the way downstairs before I realized that my underwear drawer would be the first place a thief would look. I ran back upstairs and moved the ring to my nightstand. Duh, the second place a thief would look. I scanned my apartment for a safe place trying to think like a burglar. I felt like there was a yellow light flashing in my window alerting the entire world to the fact that I now had something of value in my apartment. It made me nervous.

  Finally I put the velvet box in a plastic baggie and dropped it in a half eaten box of animal crackers. I left the apartment again feeling a little more confident. I would just leave the ring there until Jeff came back to claim it. Surely he would come to his senses and want it back. No man would throw away something so precious.

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  The Giving – The Harcourt Series 1 - Sophie feels an overwhelming desire to mend Jeff’s broken heart. 6500+ words only $.99!

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  The Lending – The Harcourt Series 3 - Sophie belongs to no man, certainly not the super rich, super arrogant Jeffrey Harcourt, and she’s going to prove it. 5200+ words only $.99!

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  Ten years later Eric can’t make enough money to keep their house out of foreclosure, much less keep Brittney satisfied. At the class reunion they’re both thrilled to run in to Alvin who is now a billionaire due to his apps and inventions. Alvin is happy to give them the money they need to keep their house. There’s just one condition: he gets Brittney for a weekend.

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