by Cole, Fiona
“Speaking of travel,” Dad began, settling into his seat. “How was New York?”
“Good,” Daniel and Kent said at once.
“We had a meeting with our market analyst at Voyeur a couple weeks ago and feel good about where we’re taking it,” Daniel explained.
“I’ll have to host my next meeting there,” Dad joked.
“Kent set it up,” Daniel explained, nudging Kent with his elbow. “He likes to mix business with pleasure. No matter where he goes.”
My dad barked a laugh while my mom admonished Daniel for talking so openly.
Kent glanced my way only for a second before facing my dad with a shrug and leaned back in his chair like he hadn’t a care in the world.
“By the way,” Daniel continued, ignoring my mom. “Did you take that woman home that night?”
I dropped my eyes to the table, unwilling to watch his reaction. I ground my teeth, trying to ignore the heavy weight sitting on my chest. I wasn’t familiar with the feeling spreading like fire through my veins. But the thought of Kent—of being presented with solid evidence that he’d fucked someone recently—had every muscle in my body tightening, rejecting the idea.
Jealousy. I was jealous.
Such an odd feeling. With Aaron, I’d been devastated, but not this. I’d never had jealousy touch me before as I’d had everything I could want or need. Except for Kent.
“That’s enough, boys.” Mom made sure they heard her slight by calling them, boys.
“Don’t be with men like us, Olivia,” Daniel said, laughing at my mom’s scowl. Somehow, I managed to lift my eyes and give a semblance of a smile, avoiding looking over at Kent.
“Hardly,” I scoffed, earning a proud nod from Daniel.
“You’re a queen, and they should kiss your feet,” he praised. It was small things that Daniel said that instilled a strength in me. He would always push me for more like he expected nothing less, and I never wanted to lose that. I never wanted to do anything but make him proud, because he was the only person to ask for more beyond being pretty.
Mom made jokes about my obsession with shopping, but it’d rarely been about the clothes and everything about the materials, the colors, the design. I’d find an outfit or a room and think of ways I’d design it to make it better. Mom had stumbled upon my sketch pad and had told me it was pretty. Daniel had stumbled upon me and had sat down and asked me what my plans were to make it a career.
“Don’t be with any men,” Dad chimed in, pulling me from my thoughts.
My mom scoffed and rolled her eyes before turning to me. “By the way, how was your date with Aaron.”
“It wasn’t a date, Mom. He’s not my boyfriend.”
I’d gone over to Aaron’s with the intention to ease the ache growing in me each moment I was around Kent. I’d needed a release from someone other than myself. But when Aaron had started kissing me, I couldn’t even close my eyes, make a grocery list, and pretend. Much to his disappointment, I’d made an excuse and bolted.
“Good,” Dad said. “Let’s keep it that way.” He slapped the table like he was dropping a gavel on the subject. “Dinner was delicious, Jules.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you were able to make it.”
My dad looked at his watch. “Well, it’s almost nine, which calls for a drink. Kent. Daniel. You two want to come have a drink in my office?”
“Almost nine?” Mom asked. “Oh, shoot. I have a phone call with Linda about the charity meeting.” Mom looked at the dishes with a frown.
“I’ve got clean-up, Mom.”
She turned to me with a relieved smile like I’d said I’d donate a kidney and not just some time. “Are you sure?”
“Of course, no big deal.”
“Well, we’ll help clear the table before heading to the office,” Dad offered.
“Thank you. Alexander, it was so good to see you again. Don’t be a stranger.” She stood and gave us all a smile before leaving.
I gathered the dishes and took them into the kitchen, hearing the chairs scrape back as the guys did the same and piled the plates and cups by the sink.
“You need help?” Dad offered.
“That’s okay. Go relax after your long flight.”
He gave another kiss to my head and headed to his office. Daniel ruffled my hair before he and Kent followed behind. Before they left, Kent gripped Daniel’s shoulder to get his attention. “I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick.” But when he should have gone right to the bathroom, he instead stood in the doorway, watching my uncle and dad until they disappeared. Then he stepped back into the kitchen and turned to face me.
I ignored his stare and focused on rinsing the dishes. I didn’t want to meet his eyes and let him see the fire that still simmered in my chest. I peeked from the side of my eye and took in the way he stood tall with his hands shoved into his pockets. He didn’t say anything until he was only a couple feet away.
“Did you have a good time with your boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend. And it was fine.” I paused when I set the plate in the dishwasher, giving him my full attention. “Why do you care?” I asked like a challenge. Maybe the same heat that singed me at the thought of him with another was burning through him too.
His brows lowered like he was also confused about why he’d asked. Finally, he shook his head and answered. “I don’t. It was just a friendly question.”
A friendly question?
I snorted at his bullshit answer. He’d stayed back just to ask a friendly question? I doubted it. I closed the dishwasher and stood to my full height, shoulders back like I was preparing for battle. He wanted to ask about my night, so I figured I’d return the favor.
“Well, then, as your friend, did you have a good night with your lady-friend at Voyeur?” The fire burning through me intensified as images of our night at Voyeur assaulted me. Did he get her off in the hall? Did he use kid-gloves with her?
He pulled his shoulders back to match my pose. We stood like we were preparing for a duel, and I didn’t even know what we were battling over. Who would cave first and admit to the jealousy? Who would give in to the tension tugging between us?
“Good enough, I didn’t have to close my eyes and imagine someone else.”
Everything in me froze and pulled tight like a screw was twisting the muscles in my body. My jaw clenched around the blow that almost knocked the wind out of me. His stance softened when he noticed the hurt his words had caused.
But I didn’t want his kid gloves.
I didn’t want his pity.
I wanted to land my own blow.
I wanted to make him squirm.
I relaxed my body and licked my lips, knowing I’d already won when his eyes dropped to track the movement of my tongue. “What would you say if I told you I imagined you?” His eyes widened a fraction, and the first drop of victory spread, urging me to go further. “As I sat astride him, I closed my eyes and thought about being tied down and at your mercy.”
“Careful, Olivia,” he managed to squeeze out past his tight lips and clenched jaw.
I smiled at his warning. I’d only just begun.
Taking a step closer, I continued as if I hadn’t heard him. “That when I moaned for it harder,”—I stood right in front of him now—“it was really you hitting me with your belt.”
I gasped when his hand shot out and gripped my jaw. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but enough to assert his power over me. “Stop,” he commanded, growling the word.
Instead, I smiled and powered through his grip. “That when I fell to my knees and sucked his cock, it was you choking me like you did that night—stealing my ability to breathe.”
His grip was like a vice by the time I’d finished. His chest rose and fell as he stared, his brown eyes almost black over his flared nostrils. The moment stretched to what felt like minutes, and I was sure he was going to shove me away after I’d pushed him too hard.
Instead, I stumbled and slammed into
his chest just as his hand jerked my mouth up to his, and he took from me. He took everything. He took the air from my lungs, the moisture from my lips, the thoughts from my head. Leaving in its wake, the thumping desire, pounding like a chant through every inch of me. More. More. More.
I gripped his arms and moved my lips as much as I could with his grip still so tight. I took as much control as he allowed me to have and gave everything to him. He shifted until my back hit the counter, and he wedged a leg between mine.
Oh, God. His tongue pushed into my mouth, spreading the spicy flavor of his bourbon against my tongue until it was all I could taste. My head spun like I’d been the one drinking at dinner. My whole world falling to the rough grip he used to hold me in place, and every pounding inch between that led to his leg pressed to my throbbing core. I needed relief.
Without thought beyond easing the ache between my legs, I slid my leggings-clad pussy up and down his thick thigh, the friction lighting a spark that shot through me. Over and over again, I rode his leg, gripping his shoulders for support. Any second, I was going to come. In my parent’s kitchen, with my dad and uncle two rooms over and my mom just above us, I was going to explode.
He pulled back, and I gasped for air, almost choking on it when he bit my bottom lip before growling, “I can feel your wet cunt seeping through my pants. Are you going to leave a mark when your pussy comes all over me?”
I closed my eyes and kept moving. My cheeks flushed from a mixture of desire and tension, and embarrassment that I was so shamelessly fucking his leg like a cat in heat. He didn’t do anything—didn’t touch me beyond his grip on my jaw. Didn’t move his leg to help me or shift us so he could feel his own pleasure. Just held me still as I worked my way closer and closer to orgasm.
Just a few more strokes.
“Open your eyes.” I tipped a little closer to the edge as I took in his flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “If you can imagine me with someone else’s cock in you, then you can look me in the eye and give me your orgasm as you fuck my leg.”
My heavy breaths became soft moans, and I bit my lip to hold them back.
“Better be quiet. Wouldn’t want Mommy and Daddy to hear their little girl.” He pulled me in close and licked my lips, where my teeth were buried in the soft tissue. “Because you are just a little girl, aren’t you? Dry humping a grown man’s leg, nice enough to let you come on him.” My eyes began to slide closed again, but he clenched his hand tighter, and I jerked them open. “Come, Olivia. Now.”
I did as commanded and rode his leg harder, digging my nails into his shirt, fighting to keep my eyes open as my cum seeped through my pants and onto his. I barely held back my whimpers as waves of pleasure consumed me.
When the ringing stopped, I slowly pried my hands open but left them softly on his shoulders. His grip had loosened and now cradled my face in his palm, supporting my body with a hand on my hip and his leg still between mine.
I licked my lips about to demand he leave with me now so we could continue this when, from down the hall, Daniel’s laughing voice reached us. “Kent, you get lost?”
Kent stepped back like I’d electrocuted him, and I almost collapsed to the floor. I watched his eyes go blank as if a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He swallowed hard and adjusted his stiff length tenting his pants before stepping out into the hall, stopping Daniel from walking in.
“Just lost track of time talking shop with Olivia,” he responded easily, his tone light and unaffected.
I didn’t hear Daniel’s response as they moved down to my dad’s office. I pressed my fingers to my lips like I could hold the flavor and feel of him in longer. My mind raced about what it all could mean. Wondered if it was a moment of weakness we gave in to or if it was a tide turning for us, and more repeats were on the menu.
It was reckless, and against all, we said we wouldn’t do, but as I rubbed my thighs together to feel the throbbing pleasure still lingering, I hoped for a repeat.
While I didn’t chase men, for another chance with Alexander Kent, I may speed walk to get him.
8 Kent
“We still need to put the finishing touches on the rooms on floor seven, ten, and twelve,” I said to Vivian. It was Monday, and we were making a list of things that still needed to be completed.
“You should take Olivia around. She’s got a great eye for things like that and has been helpful with the small additions to the lobby.”
My immediate reaction was, no, I didn’t need to be alone with Olivia ever again. Then, I thought about it and decided to take the opportunity to talk to her and clear the air about last Friday night.
Just thinking about it had blood rushing to my cock. It also had me wanting to slam my head on the desk, hoping to knock some sense into myself. I’d never been good at denying myself. If I wanted something, I usually took it. I liked to live my life enjoying the pleasures the world had to offer, and Olivia was a hell of a pleasure the world kept offering me.
My inability to say no to what I wanted had gotten me into trouble before, but nothing compares to how bad it would’ve been if her family had walked in on me kissing a twenty-year-old girl, who was riding my leg to orgasm. My eyes slid closed, and I bit my lip to hold back my moan. Thankfully, Vivian had turned to work on her computer, missing the sight of me remembering the sweet torture of feeling Olivia’s heat seep through my pants, but still not touch her.
I loved watching her move at my command. I loved the way she couldn’t look away as my fingers held her where I wanted her. I had control of her body, and I didn’t even need to coax her into it. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I loved the control I had on others. Like if I controlled them more, then I could be a little more reckless with myself.
“Here she is now.” Vivian’s voice broke through my daydream, and I pressed up against the desk to hide the way my cock hardened to the point of pain. Watching Olivia stroll in with a sly smirk on her full lips didn’t help my case.
I looked at the computer, anything to pull my attention away from her. Taking a drink of my coffee, I focused my attention on the way the hot liquid singed down my throat rather than the young blonde now standing directly across from me.
“Good morning, Mr. Kent. Good morning, Vivian.”
I didn’t look up as I nodded in response, instead, looking at an ordering receipt like it held the answers to what to do next. Thankfully, Vivian saved me from having to form sentences while the blood slowly returned back to my brain.
“Good morning, Olivia. If you want to set your stuff down, Kent could use your help in the rooms.”
“Oh, he does?” Her playful tone had my head jerking up to give her a disapproving glare. She just bit her lip to hold back the laugh shaking her shoulders.
“Yes,” Vivian continued, not picking up on Olivia’s innuendo. “We have some finishing touches in decorating to do, and you’ve been so helpful with everything else, I thought you’d be perfect for the job.”
“I’d love to. Let me just set my stuff down, and I’ll be right back.”
“Meet me by the elevators,” I ordered.
Before heading that way, I grabbed Olivia a coffee.
“Thank you,” she said once she’d met me. She smiled, and I tried to find any hint of what she was thinking but found nothing but polite civility. “What floor are we going to?” she asked when the doors slid open.
“Let’s start on seven and work our way up.”
She pressed the button, and I rolled the words I wanted to say around in my head. Her eyes stayed on the numbers counting higher and missed the way I opened and closed my mouth, trying to start the conversation.
When the doors slid open, she stepped out and turned to face me, amusement sparking in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Kent. I’m not going to go stage five clinger on you.”
My jaw dropped, and the only thing that fell out was, “What?”
She laughed softly. “I noticed you trying to say something to me in the elevator.” She opened a
nd closed her mouth like a fish. My brows lowered in irritation at her mocking expression. “I figured you were trying to say something along the lines of, Friday was a mistake and can’t happen again,” she said in a deep voice.
That was actually pretty spot on what I was going to say, but even in my mind, I couldn’t agree with it being a mistake. But it should never happen again. “It was reckless of me.”
She shrugged and drank her coffee like dry humping a man almost twice her age in her parent’s kitchen was no big deal.
“I just know you’re young and figured you have different expectations.”
“I may be young, but I have more maturity than you and Uncle Daniel combined,” she scoffed. She softened her tone like she was trying to calm a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Relax, Alexander. It was a good orgasm. Thanks for letting me use your leg for relief. I made all that shit up about sleeping with my ex, so it was much needed.”
Then she turned away, leaving me there with my jaw hanging open, knowing I’d been played. I almost wanted to laugh at how easily she’d sparked my jealousy on Friday night, pushing me into action. Well played, Olivia.
“Which room should we start in first?” she called over her shoulder. My legs finally decided to start working and followed after her. I led her through the door, and she took in the floor to ceiling windows lighting up the soft grays.
“This is nice. Very open.”
“Thank you. I didn’t design any of it but had some say in the concept.”
“What are you wanting?”
I walked over to an array of paintings leaning against the wall and a desk full of knick-knacks. “I need to decide between these for what I want as decoration.”
She moved the paintings around and stepped back to look at each statue, glass bowl, and centerpiece. She’d pause to look around the room again and then looked back at the items, her head turning this way and that like seeing it from a different angle would give her the answer. I leaned back and watched her work. She was careful with each item, and Vivian was right, she looked comfortable.