Laughing, I put my glass down. I don’t like giving information away, even what I do. But she’s right I know a hell of a lot more about her. So I take a small step. “Not a good fella, blue eyes. I own a real estate company. I buy, sell, and build.”
“Wow, sounds intriguing. Do you own a lot of property?” she asks.
“I do,” I say, sipping my wine.
“How’d you get started?” she asks, running her finger along the rim of the glass.
Grinning I search her face. “Luck, blue eyes.”
“So I was right, wasn’t I?”
We pause the conversation while our food is dropped off and I thank the waitress.
“Right about what?” I ask, as the smell of the sauce wraps around me.
“You being an entitled prick,” she says with a small laugh.
Forcing a grin, I take a bite of my food. If she only knew, but it’s not a part of my past I’m willing to share. Not with anyone. “Yeah blue eyes, you’re right.” She seems happy with that and I just leave it. The less she knows the better it is.
We finish dinner, which of course she raves about. I knew she would, it’s the best Italian food I’ve ever eaten. Nothing serious was talked about. She told me about the kids she teaches and I told her about traveling. It’s been fun and fun is not easy to come by. Especially with a woman. It’s usually them wanting to know about my money or asking when we can go on vacation. Like I said, Brooke is different. Which also makes me want to take her home and fuck her like I need to.
“Brooke, are you ready to get out of here?”
She grins and stands up. “I’m ready, Owen.”
She better fucking mean for sex because that’s happening tonight.
Chapter Eight
Brooke
Dinner was spectacular, the wine was delicious, but the company was the best thing. I haven’t even gotten him into bed and I already got some information out of him. It may take a bit of time because he gives less than an inch, but I’m on the right track. I’m going to get what I need. Just sucks that it’s going to mean an end to this. He’s actually fun to be around and busting his balls is becoming one of my favorite things to do.
He said he got lucky with his business. That can only mean one thing and that’s his rich daddy handed it down to him. According to Pete there is no record of how he got his start and that’s probably why.
“I’m glad we did this tonight,” he says, opening the car door for me.
“So am I,” I say.
Climbing in behind me, he brushes my hair off my shoulder. He inches closer to my ear and nips at it, which causes me to grip onto the seat.
“The way the plans were made isn’t something I’m happy about though,” he whispers in my ear. Putting his hand on my thigh, he trails it up rubbing my pussy through my thin dress. “That’s not going to happen tonight.”
Gripping the seat harder, I let out a soft moan. “Definitely not,” I admit.
“Good girl,” he says, removing his hand completely.
It makes me almost whimper when the contact ends, which I’m sure is exactly what he wants. He wants to make sure I follow through tonight. Even though I can assure him over and over it won’t mean anything. He needs to feel in control and teasing me is going to give that to him.
Frank lets us out at the front door of his place. Owen keeps his hand on the small of my back until we get inside the elevator. Once we do, he slams me against the wall and kisses me. Just like last night it’s strong and demanding. He likes control and I’m more than willing to give it over to him. Grabbing my thigh, he hooks my leg over his hip and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me.
The elevator chimes and he breaks away from me, leaving me breathless against the wall. Turning my head, I see him grinning and I push off the wall. He loosens his gray tie as I walk toward him. He did look sexy as hell today in jeans and that T-shirt, but right now in his black suit, crisp white shirt and gray tie, he looks sexy and powerful. It’s a heavy combination.
When I reach him, he pulls me close, resting his hands on my ass. “You’re not walking away tonight blue eyes, got it?”
I give him a slight nod and he crashes his mouth to mine. His beard scratches my face as he deepens the kiss and it only turns me on more. My hands pulls at his hair and he swallows down my moans. Breaking the kiss, he grins before lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder.
“Hey Ace, I can walk,” I shout as he starts down the stairs.
Smacking my ass, hard, he doesn’t even pause. “It’s faster.”
Pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, he kicks it closed behind us. He lets me slowly slide down his body, gathering my dress as I move down. Once I’m on my feet, he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it behind him. Standing in front of him with nothing but my blue thong on has my nipples hardening.
“Get on the bed, blue eyes,” he whispers, stalking toward me. I back up until the back of my knees hit the bed. Sitting down, I stare up at him completely turned on. “Lay back.”
I do as he says and after a minute I slightly lift my head. “Ace?”
“I didn’t tell you, you could lift your head. Lay still,” he demands, as he strips down to his boxers.
My heart is pounding waiting for him to make contact, any kind of contact. This is teasing, this may very well cause me to start touching myself because it is making me ache with need. A second later, I feel his breath on my inner thigh. His fingers glide up my thighs so lightly I can barely feel it, but when he rips my thong off I can’t suppress the moan that escapes.
Yanking me to the edge of the bed, he tosses my legs over his muscular shoulders. His mouth connects before I can even process what’s happening. Fisting the blanket in my hands, I moan out. He licks at me in a way no one ever has. He doesn’t just use his tongue, he uses his lips and teeth. Not to mention the feeling of his beard against my bare pussy. Sucking on my clit, I arch my back.
“Fuck,” I yell.
I can feel him laugh and the vibration feels so good. I rub my pussy against his face and he digs his fingers into my thighs. It hurts, but fuck, it feels so good. He pushes his tongue inside me for a minute and the need to come is overwhelming. His strong mouth and talented tongue continue working me over as I rub against him.
I can feel my orgasm building and I tighten my hold on the blanket. “I’m close Owen,” I breathlessly say. He bites down on my clit and I see fucking stars. I explode, harder than I did last night. But just like last night he continues licking until my orgasm ends.
My legs fall off his shoulders as he moves up my body. “So fucking sweet. Taste,” he says, kissing me.
I can taste myself and it only turns me on more. He breaks the kiss and pushes up onto his arms, looking down at me. “Move up the bed, blue eyes.”
I do and he’s right on top of me. Keeping most of his weight off of me, he begins kissing down my neck, biting along the way until he reaches my tits. He doesn’t touch my nipples. He kisses, licks and bites my entire breast, making sure to avoid my nipples. I want to scream in frustration, but before I do he rewards me biting down on one.
Licking a path up between my tits up my neck and to my mouth, he kisses me quickly. “I need to fuck you, blue eyes.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Reaching over he pulls a condom out of his nightstand and I watch him roll it down his impressive cock. His muscular body flexes as he moves. Grabbing hold on my waist, he flips me onto my stomach with zero effort. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him pumping his cock. Fuck it’s hot.
“Get on your knees,” he demands.
Getting on my knees, my body is burning with need. Need to be touched, need to be fucked, need to feel. So when his hand comes down on my ass, I close my eyes savoring the sting it leaves behind. His cock pushes against my entrance and I push back. He begins to tease me, sliding his dick up and down my soaking pussy. “Please.”
“Fuck, I like when you beg for it.” He leans
his solid chest on my back and reaches his hand down rubbing my clit. “How bad do you want it blue eyes?”
“Bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.”
Pushing down between my shoulders, he makes sure my upper body is down while my ass is in the air. Expecting to feel his cock, I nearly jump off the bed when I feel his teeth on my ass. It’s hard, so hard I’m sure he’s leaving marks and honestly a part of me hopes that he is. The thought of this incredibly sexy man leaving me marked is a turn on I didn’t even know I had.
Smacking my ass again, he slams into me with no warning. There is nothing gentle about this. It is the purest form of being fucked. His fingers are digging in my hips while he pounds into me. Holding tightly onto the pillow beneath me, I’m no longer in control of my body. He is in complete control of everything that is happening.
His cock is big and it’s stretching me like I’ve never been before. Hitting the right spot over and over. “Fuck,” I moan out.
“Fuck, your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around me.”
My head is nearly lifted off the bed when he pulls at my hair. Holding it he picks up his pace, forcing my body forward each time he slams in. I’ve never been fucked this hard and I can’t get enough. Feeling his body heat around me, the pain he is causing by pulling my hair and his cock inside me, it feels just as good as dancing. This is where I am, no where else.
I can feel it building and he must too because he slows down. Using long, slow strokes, stretching me in the most incredible way. “Fuck Ace,” I moan.
“You want me to make you come, Brooke?”
“Yes,” I yell.
In an instant he slams into me and fucks me hard. Bringing his hand down on my ass, he rubs my clit, making my pussy tighten around him. It’s building, burning inside me. My legs are beginning to shake and I bury my head in the pillow.
Pinching my clit, my release rips through me at a force I’ve never felt. I scream as he continues slamming into me, making this orgasm endless. He never slows, he continues his punishing rhythm and I can hear him groaning. One hand finds his way to my throat and he grabs it tightly pushing down. The other digs into my hip and he slams into me a few more times before he growls out my name.
Laying his sweating body on my back, we both try to catch our breaths. That was intense. I need more than a minute to recover and I sure as fuck don’t have it in me to do any kind of pillow talk. I’m screwed and not in a good way.
Chapter Nine
Owen
Brooke falls to the bed and I go down with her. Not wanting to keep my weight on her, I sit up and get rid of the condom before I lay down next to her. Turning onto her side to face me, I push her hair off her face and grin. Fucking her was more than I thought it would be, but exactly what I needed. I feel relaxed for the first time in weeks and she’s the damn reason.
“Wow,” she whispers.
Chuckling, I lean in to kiss her soft lips. “You have a way with words, blue eyes.”
She smiles and fuck if my pulse doesn't pick up. “You have a way with a lot of things, Ace.”
“You’re already in my bed, you don’t need to sweet talk me,” I say with a wink.
“I don’t sweet talk a sure thing don’t worry.” She links our fingers together and I’m actually surprised. Searching my eyes for a minute, she doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she wants to. “I..umm...I...I had a great night.”
“Yeah I take it back. You definitely don’t have a way with words.” We both laugh and I kiss her forehead. “What were you really going to say?”
She opens her mouth, but replaces it with a smile. “Nothing, just really tired.”
I don’t believe her for a second, but I also know what it’s like to not want to talk about something. So even though I want to push her, especially in this sated state, I won’t. “Stay the night, I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You cook?” she asks, shifting a little closer.
“You really think I’m an entitled prick, huh?”
She drops her eyes for a second before glancing back up. “Well, yeah.”
“Get some sleep, blue eyes.” I kiss her forehead again and when I pull back her eyes are already closing.
Laying there, I watch her sleep. The way her mouth is slightly parted, her hair is framing her face, and her chest moving with each breath she takes. She looks so peaceful, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Like her entire world isn’t spinning out of control.
A piece of hair falls across her face and I carefully push it out of the way. Turning onto my back I stare at the ceiling thinking of that email I got this morning. Everything that Brooke chased away is rushing back and I need to get a handle on it.
Slipping out of bed, I pull on my boxers and grab my phone. I fix the covers around Brooke and quietly sneak out of the room. Getting into my office, I flip the lights on and fire up the computer. I open up the email from earlier, I read through it again. When I read the end I pull up the only name I trust on my phone and hit call.
“Hey,” I say.
“It’s late,” he replies.
“I need to set the wheels in motion for this,” I say, looking at the email.
“You sure this is something you want to do?”
“No, this is something I need to do. I want copies of everything kept somewhere safe. The sooner the better.”
He’s quiet for a minute before I hear the keys of his computer. “Owen, as your lawyer I’m going to advise you that I don’t think this is a good idea. You wanted the truth and now you have it. In my personal opinion I’m telling you to let it go.”
“I’m not asking for your personal opinion. And I sure of fuck don’t pay you for it. This is happening with or without your help,” I yell.
“Hey, you alright?”
Startled by the sound of her voice, I quickly turn off the computer, as my lawyer is yelling in my ear. “Gotta go.” Ending the call, I toss my phone on the desk. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say, standing up.
She steps into the office, completely naked, with just the sheet from my bed wrapped around her. “You didn’t wake me, but I’m glad I woke up. You want to talk about it?”
“Come here,” I say, holding my hand out to her. She places hers in it and I pull her to me. Lifting her, I sit her on the desk and run my hands up and down her arms. “I like you wrapped in my sheets.” Stepping between her legs, I can feel my cock getting hard.
“They’re nice sheets,” she says with a small grin.
Kissing down her neck, I pull the sheet away from her body. “You look even better out of them,” I whisper. Taking a step back, I pull my boxers off and grab a condom out of my desk drawer. I drag her to the edge of the desk, I don’t even give her a warning, I just slam into her. I need these demons out of me and fucking Brooke is the only way.
She arches her back, letting out a loud scream. I dig my fingers into her hips as I pound her. Her wet pussy feels like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. She’s just tight enough to squeeze me without making me come on the spot. Leaning forward, I suck her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting like a man possessed.
“Fuck,” she moans out, digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Oh yeah, fucking scratch me,” I groan.
I bite down on her nipple. She moves her hands to my back, sinking her nails in, and dragging them across my back. The pain turns me on more and I sink my teeth into her neck. The harder she scratches me, the harder I bite her.
The sound of my cock pounding into her wet pussy echoes around us. I can’t slow my pace, it’s impossible. I want to cause her pain. I want a reminder of where my cock was when she sits down. I want her to look at my marks and know that even if only for a moment she was mine.
“I’m so close, Owen,” she shouts.
Hearing my name fall from her lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Fuck, Brooke, come on me. I want to feel it.”
She continues to scratch my back as I fuc
k her hard and fast. I focus on her head dropping back and her tits pushing forward. Her pussy is gripping me tighter and I know she’s gonna come. So fucking hot. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, never slowing my pace.
“Owen,” she moans out.
She clamps around my cock as her release crashes over her. I keep it going, feeling mine rushing up on me. I follow right behind her, feeling complete relief.
I kiss her, letting my hands wrap in her hair. “So good,” I whisper.
Searching my eyes she smiles. “You have a way with words, Ace.”
We both laugh and it’s unbelievable considering how I felt before she walked into the office. “Come on blue eyes, let’s get some sleep.” I carry her back to my bed and this time, I stay.
**
As always, I wake up before the sun is shining. The only difference this time is Brooke is in my arms. I tighten my hold for a second before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Getting out of bed, I take a quick shower before going to the kitchen to make her the breakfast I promised.
While cooking, I glance behind me to make sure she’s not coming. When I see she’s not, I quickly call my lawyer.
“Fuck Owen, you need to learn how to sleep,” he mumbles.
“Can’t get shit done while I’m asleep, Jerry,” I reply, flipping the pancakes.
“You hung up in a hurry last night,” he says.
“Not your business. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”
Hearing a door close, he finally speaks. “Reluctantly, but yes.”
“All I need. Get the ball rolling and I’ll talk to you soon,” I say, hanging up.
I’m not willing to have Brooke catch me in mid conversation again. She’s much too good to be touched by anything dark. Even if this is finally the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.
Chapter Ten
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