He groaned softly, obviously enjoying it as he rose up on his elbows to get a better view. I let him stay there for a moment as I looked up at him through my eyelashes and repeated the lick and blow. He was smooth and rock hard against the slippery glide of my tongue.
I caressed the smooth head of his erection, paying careful attention to every centimeter of skin with my tongue. I wanted to know everything there is to know about his beautiful member. I wanted to be able to worship it in my dreams like it deserved.
I gently cupped his balls in my hand, loving the delicate weight and the trust he is giving me. Using only my tongue, I tipped my head and licked carefully along the the thin line separating his two balls and then continued up to the tip of his cock. A small bead of pre-cum glistened like a jewel, waiting for me to taste him.
“Delicious,” I whisper, letting my tongue lap up his essence.
James reached his hand forward, wanting to put his fingers into my hair to control and guide me to his pleasure. I pulled back, shaking my head in a slow no motion. He reached again, but I pulled further back.
He let his hand drop and gave me the saddest, most convincing puppy-dog eyes I had ever seen. They almost worked, but I wanted to be in control of this. James was always in control, and while I loved it- craved it even- right now, I wanted to be the master of his pleasure. I waited, my own smug grin on my face until he sighed and relaxed back.
“Good boy,” I murmured, giving him a small lick as a reward.
“It's a damn good thing I like what you're doing,” he growled. “I don't like people telling me what to do.”
“It's okay, pizza boy. One day, you'll move up in the world and then you can tell everyone what to do.” I grinned at him. He lifted his head just enough to let me see his eye roll before lowering himself back down.
I loved this view. He was spread out before me, all mine for the taking. He was so perfectly proportioned and built like an athlete. He was all muscles and sinew, hard and strong. Just looking at him and all his glory was making me wet. I gave very serious thought to sliding a hand down to my own pleasure center, but decided not to. This was about paying the pizza man for his delivery.
I wrapped my fingers around his hot, silky shaft and then put my mouth just above the head of his cock. James' muscles tensed for the sweet arrival of pleasure. Slowly, knowing it would be beautiful torture for him, I lowered my mouth and unhurriedly began sucking. I pressed my tongue against the super sensitive head and then circled the tip before switching to a broad figure eight stroke.
“Fuck, Allie...” James groaned. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles going white. I was doing a good job, but I wasn't done yet.
I sucked harder, varying the pressure to his responses and swirling my tongue up against him. I loved the small noises of pleasure that he didn't even realize he was making. His hips rocked upward in a primal need for more and the muscles of his legs were drawn and tight.
His balls still in my hand were creeping closer to his body, preparing to release the unrelenting desire I was growing with my tongue. He wasn't at orgasm yet, but it wouldn't be long before I got him there.
I applied my signature move, pressing the entire length of my tongue against him and using my mouth to suction. James responded with a low groan of lust that made my own knees knock and want him. His hips thrust up into the air and he clawed at the sheet with his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep them away from my hair.
I very seriously considered moving my body up and sliding down on his wet length. My pussy contracted at just the thought of having him so hard and wet, sliding up and down and filling me completely. But that wasn't what I was trying to do. While that would certainly please a pizza guy, I wanted to wow James.
“Fuck my mouth,” I whispered as I released him for just a moment. He froze, his hips in mid thrust, and looked down at me. His pupils dilated and his breathing intensified.
I didn't have to ask twice.
The next moment, his hand was tangled in my dark hair and guiding my mouth to exactly where it felt good for him. I wrapped my palm around his shaft, giving me a buffer to his thrusts and allowing me to focus my attention to the most sensitive spots of his cock. I ran my tongue along the edge of his head as he forced my mouth down, but the groan of pleasure told me it was fantastic for him.
His hips flexed and strained as he pushed to fill my mouth with his cock. I could count his ab muscles as the flexed and writhed for just a few more inches of wet heat. I was definitely struggling to take him and not gag, but it was hot as hell.
He was using my body, but I was still in control. I had his balls in my hand and his cock in my mouth. One wrong move from me would end it all, but still he continued to thrust like there was no danger. My own pussy was contracting with his every thrust, wanting to be filled and fertilized.
“Allie... I'm going to come...” he whispered. It came out so low and rough I nearly came myself.
I pushed my mouth onto him, sucking and pulling him into me with everything I had. I felt his balls contract, and his hands tightened reflexively in my hair.
Salty, slippery liquid shot into my mouth and I swallowed automatically. I wanted to take him into myself anyway possible. His cum was a drug to me and I'd take it any way I could get it. I loved it when he came in my pussy, but this was the next best thing.
I continued to suck on him, even as he emptied the entire contents of his balls into me. Every muscle in his legs and abdomen was tight. He shook with effort and orgasm.
“That feels amazing...” he gasped, barely aware that he was speaking at all. I knew men were extra sensitive after an orgasm, so I was gentle yet steady. Just because he had come didn't mean he didn't deserve a little extra pleasure.
I continued for a few more minutes, relishing the complete submission of his body. Finally, I pulled back and looked up at him. He was completely dead to the world and lost to his own pleasure. I smiled proudly.
I had definitely earned some pizza.
I stood up and went to the dresser where the pizza was. The box was still warm and I brought it over to the bed and took out a slice. I sat next to James, stuffing my face full of cheesy goodness. Thankfully, it was not a sausage pizza as we had joked about. It was much, much better, even if it covered the taste of him.
James shook himself, eyes zeroing in on the pizza. He looked up at me before moving. “You are amazing.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a grin, taking another bite. He reached over to the box and pulled out a piece for himself, stuffing it in his mouth like a starving man.
“I think you should know, I've never cum from a blow job before.”
I stared at him for a moment. My stepbrother, billionaire extraordinaire, man with the resources to buy the best blow jobs in the world, had just had his first blow job orgasm. I grinned, ridiculously proud of myself.
“I'm glad I could be your first,” was all I could think of to say.
He took another bite of pizza.
“Me too.”
I giggled. “Are we just going to eat here in bed?”
“Well, yeah,” he said.
“Don't you want to go to the table? Aren't you worried about getting crumbs in the bed?” I asked.
He laughed, his mouth still full of pizza. “This ain't my bed, Al, I'm just the pizza delivery man.”
“Okay then,” I said. I took another big bite of the pizza. The flavor was sweet and savory. Chicken and red peppers were on the top while a layer of sweet sauce was under the cheese. “You were right, this is delicious.”
He swallowed his bite. “One thing I've never quite gotten used to is the food that rich people eat. Sometimes I have to take someone out somewhere nice to make a deal with them, but the way your dad used to cook burgers on the barbecue was some of the best food I've ever had.”
I thought back to those summer barbecues we had. Dad had insisted that we enjoy ourselves, and he had always given beer to James as part of it. I didn't realize unti
l later that it was all a business deal, that my dad was paying off James to be nice to me. I didn't care then, and I didn't really care now. James was interested in me for me now- no beer necessary.
I hopped off the bed and grabbed my own piece of pizza, then snuggled back in bed with James. He continued to munch on his pizza, chewing loudly behind me. I giggled. He was such a boy.
“So, are we done with the whole 'pictures on my laptop' thing?” he asked.
I swallowed my bite. “I honestly don't know. I don't know how I feel about it. It's kind of a big deal to me.”
I felt him tense up a little bit. “Look, I'm twenty-one years old. I'm barely out of my hormone-crazy teenage years, even if Forbes Magazine calls me 'wise beyond his years when it comes to business.'” He said it with a pretentious voice as he brought his hand up in the air, as if writing it on a piece of paper himself. I giggled.
“Yeah, but-”
He cut me off. “If you saw a hot guy on the street, would you look at that guy and think, 'Damn, that's a hot guy.'”
I sighed. “Sometimes I think boys and girls are wired differently.”
“So you're saying you never notice how attractive other men are.”
I sighed again, this time even louder. To tell the truth, for my entire life I had been comparing men to James. He didn't need to know that, though. “Yes, that's exactly what happens.” I started talking in a monotone voice, like a robot. “Attractive male found. Commence gawking protocols.”
“Well, same here, robot voice and all. And we can't get mad at each other for that.”
“This is a little different,” I said.
“You're right, Allie. Absolutely right.” He spoke with the same passion that he had when I've heard him talking about 'The Deal' before. “I've simplified the problem but, you're right, it's a lot more complicated than that. But I've always been single, never locked down to a single girl like I am to you. And if I'm supposed to look single, I've got to at least maintain the illusion that nothing has changed.”
I thought about it. “So you get pictures from girls like Nicole regularly?”
“All the time. All the fucking time, Allie. Most of the women I meet either think that I'm an easy target to gold dig or think that I'm the man of their dreams.”
I wasn't sure exactly how to respond to that. I didn't care about his money at all, but I did think that he was the man of my dreams. “You make it sound like a bad thing,” I finally said. “I mean, of all the first world problems to have, 'everybody loves me' is a pretty good problem to have.”
He laughed. “Well, when you put it that way...” He reached down and grabbed another piece of pizza. After shoving a bite in his mouth, he said, “I've guess I've got it pretty good.”
I let that sit for a moment. “How do I know?”
“Know what?”
“If you want to maintain the illusion that nothing has changed, that you're still single, how do I know that something has changed? How do I know that you're only with me?”
He tensed up again. “You think I'm fucking Nicole behind your back?” He gave a laugh, but it was clearly forced. “Seriously, if nothing else, when do you think I've had time?”
I didn't know his schedule. He claimed to have been too busy to have me there for the past two weeks, but I didn't know if that was true. “No, of course I don't think that you're seeing Nicole. But you said it yourself that you've never ever been locked down to a single woman. How do I know that there's not someone here in Boston? Or Los Angeles?”
There was a pause. “I don't know what to tell you. Would it make you feel better if I let you look through my phone?”
My breath practically caught in my throat. Was this the same James who had freaked out when he found me on his computer? The same James who never kept a computer around his house if he wasn't there? And now he was willing to let me go through his phone.
“Maybe,” I said, unsure of what to say.
He turned me toward him. “I'll make you a deal. You let me look through your phone and I'll let you look through my phone.”
I smiled at him. “What makes you think that I'm hiding anything on my phone?”
“I don't, but, fair is fair. What if Nicole has been sending you sexy pictures also?”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I said.
He shrugged. “Or maybe you've been taking them while she's not looking. I mean I don't know. Seems like you girls are awful close.”
“Har har har.”
“So, do you want to trade?”
“Sure, why not? I think I have more to gain anyway. I'll learn all your business secrets.”
“This was all part of your nefarious plan, I'm sure.” He jumped out of his bed and walked over to where his pants lay on the floor from last night, retrieving his phone from his pocket.
Just as he turned back to me, I grabbed my phone. I had a moment of deja vu, remembering when he had walked in here with the pizza a few minutes ago. Just then, I felt my stomach drop. James walked the distance to me while I looked at my phone in horror. I remembered that the last thing I had been looking at before he came in was the picture of the pregnancy test...
Chapter Seven
“On second thought, let's just snuggle and eat pizza for a little while,” I said quickly.
He laughed. “Don't worry about getting grease on the screen, I've got a nice cleaning kit.”
“No, I mean...” I had to think of something quickly. “We were having such a nice time snuggling, and I'd hate to ruin that by pawing through your phone and seeing pictures of other girls.”
“Don't worry, Allie. Hardly any girls send me naked pictures on my phone anyway, and I delete them pretty quickly anyway. Dick pics on the other hand...” He paused, as if waiting for me to laugh. I was silent.
I felt sick. I wished I could delete this picture off my phone. Maybe I could convince him that I had to delete just one thing. No, that would make him even more curious, and he might even try to snatch the phone away from me. Why did I even take a picture of it in the first place? It was such a stupid thing to do.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, hello, Allie? That was a joke.”
I smiled and laughed, and the laughter sounded forced even to me. “Oh, yeah, for sure. Listen, why don't we just forget about the phones for now?”
He shrugged. “I don't have anything to hide, and I'd like to prove that to you as soon as possible so that we can enjoy the rest of the weekend.”
“I am enjoying my weekend, James! I'm sorry I overreacted earlier.” I stole a nervous glance at my phone. All I would need is a few moments to myself and that picture would be deleted. “We have all weekend to look through each other's phones. Let's just relax for now.”
He looked nervous for a moment. Then, he slowly pulled his phone back. “You're acting kind of weird, Allie.”
I knew I was acting weird, but there wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't show him now, he deserved to find out a better way than this. And even if it was a negative test, he'd ask me why I hadn't immediately told him that I wasn't on the pill. He'd accuse me of tricking him, of 'gold digging' as he put it earlier. He'd be mad enough to leave me.
Anne was right. A lie of omission was still a lie, and it was bound to break up a relationship.
“I'm just... shy is all. Plus, I'm just so comfy here in bed.” I tried to sound seductive, but it sounded lame even to me.
“That's alright. I just want to take a look at all your naked selfies, and you can check out my phone whenever you want later if you don't want to do it now.”
So he was going to go straight to my pictures. I clutched my phone even tighter to my chest. “Could I delete the unattractive ones, then? I feel fat.”
James scoffed. “Allie, you weigh a buck twenty if that. Plus, I think I've proven that I find you pretty sexy no matter what you look like at this point.” He looked me up and down and his smile disappeared. “Let me see your phone.”
It was a command. Hi
s tone wasn't confrontational, but I knew he was serious. The picture was still there, waiting for him to look at. I had to try one last time. “One picture. Let me delete one picture and I'll hand it over.”
James' was super serious by now. “I can't believe this. I thought I was the one who had to prove that I wasn't a liar, but it turns out that you've had something to hide this entire time.” He pulled his hand back that had his phone in it. “I can't do this.”
Did I hear him right? “What?”
“I said, I can't do this. If you're going to complain to me about my imaginary girlfriends, yet won't accept a complete exchange of information, then it's hopeless. Either you can never trust me when we're apart, or you want complete access to my personal life without granting me the same in return. I guarantee I have a lot more to hide about my business than you have in that little phone of yours.”
I looked down, unable to look at him in the eye. I should just give him the phone now, let him see what I tried to hide. But somehow, I couldn't. My hand wouldn't release the death grip I had on the phone.
“I'm sorry, James,” was all I could say.
He scoffed. “Pack up your stuff, Allie. I was ready to give you everything, but if you can't even give me your phone, then this is over.”
I felt tears start to well in my eyes. This was the second time I was being thrown out of James' apartment, out of his life. The first time hadn't been my fault, and had been done reluctantly. This time, however, there was no one to blame but myself. Once I walked out that door, I was done. James wouldn't follow me to New York this time.
I thought one last time about handing the phone over to him, but I couldn't bring myself to. I just couldn't.
Without a word, I nodded my head. He stared at me for a moment, as if shocked that this was happening. With a shake, he stormed out of the room, closing himself in his studio. In a few moments I heard him playing his guitar. It was chaotic and violent, even more so than when I had walked in earlier today.
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