by Shayne Ford
The images look so real they get my senses fired up.
In my mind, I taste everything again. Her kiss, the fire coursing through her body, her crave for being loved, even her tears.
They all come back to me, making me long for the feeling of her nails bleeding my back as our bodies love each other, becoming one.
I shudder, sick.
Bracing my hand against the wall, I lower my head and breathe hard, the pain clawing at my heart.
“Too much to drink?”
Biting my lip, I swallow a snarky comment, straighten and turn to Ron.
He rolls his gaze over me, curious.
“Not enough, I’d say,” I toss at him, guarded.
Clearing my throat, I run my hand through my hair and motion for another drink. I get another glass. He grabs one.
“Where’s the redhead?” I ask, keen to shift his focus away from me.
“Home, waiting for me,” he says bluntly without even trying to pretend.
The man has two separate lives, it seems. Come to think of it there’s not much money can’t buy.
“What happened with the engagement?”
Taking a swig from his drink, he smiles casually as if we’re talking about golf.
“Yeah... Well, we’re in no rush... ”
“You mean, you’re not in a rush. ”
“Yeah...You can say that. I like Nora, but I’m not ready to commit to one woman,” he says, sounding empty.
“I could’ve told you that, and spare her the heartache...” I mutter.
Annoyed, he shifts gears.
“What about you? You’re going to score the big prize tonight...” he says.
I clench my teeth.
Everything is his fucking business, lately. And to make things worse, every damn thing he says rubs me the wrong way.
As if I’m not irritated enough, Alana cuts her way to my corner. I can take Ron for a few minutes but paired with Alana...That’s a cruel way to kill an erection.
I toss my drink back and bolt upright. Without much finesse, I throw at him.
“We’ll talk on Monday.”
He looks at me, perplexed as I slide my glass onto the table, shove my hands into my pockets, and head for the exit.
I swagger across the room, crossing paths with Alana. Her eyes light up for a moment, erasing the frown she’s been wearing for the past half hour or so.
I lean in and deliver the news.
“I’ll see you on Monday.”
A gasp jams in her throat wrapped in a protest that never makes it to her lips.
“What about...?”
I shake my head. Her angry eyes pierce me, but I don’t give a fuck.
Planting a cold kiss on her face, I tear away.
11
I leave instructions with Steve, so nobody fucks up this evening, and then I slip behind the security line and jog upstairs.
Except for the bass beat that resonates through the walls, the music becomes a muffled hum.
My breathing steadies, my body relaxes. As I nudge closer to my bedroom, soft moans drift through the cracked door.
Slowly, I push it wide open and wait a few moments, adjusting my eyes to the low light. A slow, instrumental tune, drowns the lingering sound from downstairs.
I step inside.
A soft rustle alerts me to the two silhouettes pressed against the wall.
Stripped to her underwear, Cassie’s back leans against the wall. Still clothed, Thalia runs her hands on Cassie’s body. Mouths locked, they move in a sensual grind that makes my temperature spike.
Silent, I glide by them, brace a shoulder against the wall, and run my gaze up and down their bodies. My cock twitches, hard in anticipation.
Cassie’s hands grab Thalia’s breasts. Thalia’s fingers slip inside her friend’s panties. Not a bad start.
Bodies glued, all tight curves and taut skin, they glance at me, Thalia’s eyes, consumed with lust, Cassie’s gaze, colored with shyness. Her hair drapes over her face.
I bring my hand to her face and brush it away, revealing her delicate profile. She gives me a nervous side glance that turns me on so badly.
Swinging my gaze away from Cassie, I meet Thalia’s eyes. I and flash a cocky smile.
She’s been waiting for this moment for some time. She’s been longing for it. I know. I’m not blind.
She made it quite clear she wanted me to fuck her, again, but I never thought she’d make this offer, though.
Pressing my back against the wall, I motion to her. She breaks away from Cassie and comes to me. Without any introduction or warming up, we lock mouths.
Insatiable, we slip into a tongue stroking fest, that renders us breathless. Her body responds, grinding against mine, aching to be touched.
I pull the first zipper down, shove my hands inside her dress and seize her breasts. Kneading harshly, I rub my thumbs across her nipples, lower my head, and suck and bite them, hard. A squeal of pain and pleasure rolls off her lips. Her hips jerk into my groin, and we lock mouths again.
Pushing my thigh between her legs, I ride her dress up. She starts gliding up and down my thigh, rubbing her sex against me, moaning.
Rushed, she flicks my shirt open and slides it off my shoulders. I peel her dress off and toss it to the ground. Wearing only a minuscule thong, she starts grinding again.
I smack her ass, and press her into me as I slide my fingers between her butt cheeks. Her body jerks, her hips breaking the rhythm.
She stares at me, breathing heavily, her eyes swimming with lust. I slip my hand inside her thong, and pull it down a little, then glide my fingers between her folds and straight into her throbbing pussy.
She gasps. Her lips part, her eyes widening. She’s right on the cusp... and coming.
A smile tilts my lips.
“Fuck, River.”
She grabs the sides of my neck as her body starts shaking uncontrollably, her eyes going blank for a few moments.
Still panting, she works my fly open, shoves her hand inside my jeans, and starts pumping me. Between clipped breaths, she murmurs against my lips.
“No one’s off limits.”
“Now, we’re talking...” I rasp.
Without the slightest nudge, she sinks to her knees. Bracing a hand against my thigh, she rolls her lips down my shaft.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I press my head against the wall, savoring the sensation swirling in my body.
With half-shut eyes, I observe Cassie who’s silently watching us.
Flushed, she swallows hard and bites her lips. I motion to her to come closer. I wrap my hand around her neck and and turn her face to me. The moment we lock eyes, a soft shiver ripples through her.
Lowering my head, I brush her lips. Her breath hitches.
I pull away slightly, a groan erupting in my throat as Thalia’s mouth hits my cock just right.
The back of my fingers trail Cassie’s jawline She raises her eyes and looks at me, making the tension inside me tighten.
Heavy lids fall over my eyes, as Thalia’s sucks me harder. I cup the back of her head, and hold her head as I thrust my hard-on into her mouth.
I open my eyes and catch Cassie’s gaze swinging from Thalia's mouth to mine. Drinking me in, she flashes a hungry smile. Her hands come to my face.
I can fucking come, right now.
I lower my mouth, waiting for her. She parts her lips and lets me enter her. I slide my tongue into her mouth, my chest expanding with a groan as we deepen the kiss. Her fingers grip me harder, and that’s my cue.
I pull Thalia up. Dazed, she locks Cassie’s lips. Catching my breath, I witness the moment when Cassie gets a taste of my cock from Thalia’s lips. For a moment I fear her reaction. She looks at me over Thalia’s shoulder, her eyes filled with lust.
More heat spikes through me.
As soon as they break their kiss, I snake my arm around Cassie and pull her to me. One on one, she’s not that bold.
She places her hand
s on my chest and lowers her eyes. Behind her back, I motion to Thalia to give us a moment.
Tucking my finger under Cassie’s chin, I angle her face up. From under her long eyelashes, her gaze comes to me.
Fuck me.
Those soft eyes. Most women lose that softness. Some never have it. Brushing my lips against hers, I feel her trembling.
I kiss her softly, and she kisses me back. I pull her closer, and she lets out a long exhale before she fully leans on me.
She’s never been with a man. I can tell. And this is make-or-break for her. Also, it might be something that Thalia might scratch her eyes over, later on.
Sitting on the bed, Thalia bites her lip, nervous.
My hand trails down Cassie’s back, and her body stiffens. I stop, and splay my fingers, midway. She relaxes. I trail my fingers along her face, then down her neck, and back up, caressing her skin, until she starts pushing against my hand, craving my touch.
The ghost of a smile slides across her lips, her gaze dipping to my mouth.
Lips parted, she looks back up.
Slowly, I lower my mouth again, slide my lips onto hers, and breathe into her. Her tongue flicks mine. Exploring, smiling, teasing, and breathing into each other, we kiss.
Unhurriedly, I slip my tongue into her mouth. She gives me a gentle stroke. I thrust deeper, and her stroke comes stronger this time. I press harder, and she gives me a moan.
Fighting back her nervousness, she glues her body to mine. My erection strains against her stomach.
Curling her arms around me, she runs her hands up my back and starts learning my body as I explore hers.
I flick her bra open. She breaks our kiss and glances at me. Looking deep into her eyes, I wait. Her eyes soften, and I get my answer. We lock lips again. This time, she thrusts her tongue into my mouth.
Slowly, I tear her bra off her shoulders, and trail my fingers over her breasts. Her nipples tighten.
Breaking away for a moment, I lower my head, and kiss her breasts. Rolling my tongue over a nipple, I lick and bite the flesh, gently.
Moaning, she presses her chest against my mouth, and then her hands slide into my hair as she pulls me up. Seizing my mouth, she kisses me without restraint.
My hands coast down her body, smoothly connecting with her panties. I slip my fingers beneath the band of fabric, barely touching her. She moans in my mouth.
Thalia leaps closer, her eyes burning with arousal, and if my alcohol imbued brain serves me right, with nerves as well.
Nestling my hand between Cassie’s legs, I run my fingers over her clit, rolling gently, guided by the sound of her moaning, and the movements of her body.
The moment she starts rocking her hips, I slip my finger inside her. A groan shakes its way out of her chest, wetness rolling on my hand. I add a second finger, and start sliding my fingers in and out, blood pounding in my cock.
Her nails scratch my arms.
I let go of her, and flip her over. Her back presses into my chest as Thalia takes her mouth.
Cassie’s nipples roll between my fingers. Pushing her ass against my groin, she grinds into me, craving the feel of my erection.
I smile like a jerk. It’s not as if I didn’t warn Thalia.
Reaching back, she slips her hand inside my jeans and curls her fingers around my shaft. She presses it against her ass and starts grinding against it. I’m in awe how quickly she learns.
I try to keep my cool, and not just shove myself into her and fuck her senseless.
Smoothly, I slide her panties down. Reading my mind, Thalia drops to her knees and starts licking her friend’s clit, shockwaves going through Cassie’s body. And mine. Cassie’s grip tightens on my erection.
Holding her with one arm, I roll a condom down, angle her hips, and slowly enter her. Thalia leaps up to her feet as Cassie pushes her bottom out. I gently thrust. She lets out a small scream.
She’s so fucking tight.
I wait a few moments for her body to adjust, and then she pushes against me and I slowly drive myself into her.
Her center starts clenching around me as she matches my strokes with her own.
She locks Thalia’s lips.
Gripping her small waist, I push, my cock gliding swiftly, coated with her arousal. Panting against Thalia's mouth, she keeps pushing her hips back longing for my thrusts.
For a moment, Thalia and I lock eyes over Cassie’s shoulder. Mine are heavy with lust. Hers harbor a feral hunger.
If I can go through this without coming with Cassie, I should get the red carpet rolled for me and a fucking award.
Holding Thalia’s gaze, I curve my back, angle my hips, and start pumping Cassie. Flames of lust engulf Thalia’s eyes.
She crushes her lips under her teeth, and I have to take my eyes off her for a few moments to keep my body under control.
Few more thrusts and Cassie’s body stiffens, her breaths rolling ragged. She comes, faster that I expected.
Whimpering, she falls in Thalia’s arms, and I pull out and roll the condom off.
They crash onto the bed.
Inhaling a few long breaths, I struggle to regain control over my body. I glance to the bed. Sprawled on her back, Cassie savors the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Hovering over her, Thalia reaches for her friend’s mouth before she plants a trail of kisses down her stomach, shorts moments later, burying her face between Cassie’s legs.
Eyes trained on me, Cassie arches and fists a hand in Thalia’s hair. Parting her lips, she moans softly, and goosebumps form on my arms.
I peel my jeans off. Curious, she pushes up so she can take me in, all of me, her lips curling into a smile.
Grinning and shaking my head, I swagger closer.
Propped on all four, Thalia pushes her ass up. Having my name written all over her silky tush, I get another condom.
I run my hand down her back, then slowly on her hips. Smoothly, I slip the back of my hand in the arch between her legs and nudge them apart. With a flick of hand, I rip the pants off her and brush her flesh. A shudder shoots through her.
Wide-eyed, Cassie stares at me, gasping for air as I tear the foil open and put the condom on before I grab Thalia’s hips and ease myself in.
I fill her up, and her groans roll between Cassie’s legs whose lustful eyes drink me in. I part my lips. She does the same.
I thrust harder, and she gets a stronger stroke from Thalia’s mouth. She moans, her smile broader, and I do it again and again.
Slamming Thalia, I watch Cassie’s body squirm, her legs spreading wider, her back curving, her eyes fucking me relentlessly.
I can see how this is going to become a problem, but it’s not going to be my problem.
I thrust hard as Cassie moans, pressing Thalia’s head between her legs, her tongue running over her lips, a come-hither look sliding over her face.
Without taking my eyes off her, I ground myself inThalia’s core, over and over again, fluid heat boiling in my groin.
Dirty thoughts fill my mind as I dip my gaze to Cassie’s mouth. I can almost feel those beautiful lips clamped on my cock, sucking me.
Fascinated with my thrusts, her eyes dip, her chest rising and falling sharply, her tongue flicking over her lips restlessly.
She pushes her chest up, and tosses her head back as she comes, her eyes going vacant for a moment, her moans morphing into a scream.
Winding one arm around Thalia’s waist and one under her legs, I lift her up, and lay her on the bed. On her back, she lies not far from Cassie.
In one swift motion, I shove myself between her legs. Her body jerks under me, a growl escaping her lips.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I register Cassie peering at us.
I push deep and stay still. Thalia’s pulsations swirl around me. She stares at me as if we’re alone. Her legs locked around me, her eyes glued to my mouth.
I lower my lips and pull her into a kiss before I start fucking her. Her moans scale up, her hips grinding,<
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Cassie slides off the bed and runs to the bathroom.
As soon as the door shuts, I root myself deep in her and halt. She writhes under me.
Holding her steady, I snarl through clenched teeth.
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“And you're hot as hell. You feel so fucking good inside me,” she says, unfazed, watching me with drunken eyes.
“Why the hell did you have to do that?”
She smiles.
“I couldn’t take my mind off you... since... that night in New York when you kissed me in front of her...”
I pull her hair back, harsh, my teeth gritting, and she stops talking. She studies me for a moment, knowing full well, she walks on pain. My pain.
The memory comes back to me, wrapped in good and bad, pouring grief and fire in me. I harden to the point of bursting, and that’s exactly what she wants.
Registering the change of expression on my face, her eyes sparkle with satisfaction. She takes my face in her hands and locks my lips, pleasure taking over the pain, my body scaling up all the way, riding that high with her.
Screaming, she shatters under me, and I come, growling as if I’m wounded.
12
Sex is power, and power is fire, and sooner or later, you get burned. People who say money and sex are overrated never had enough money or great sex for that matter.
Sure, any chimp with money can buy sex, but money buys a professional, not a willing woman. Then again, some men prefer the fake.
There’s no pressure or expectation. There are no complications in the aftermath. It’s a matter of taste and logistics after all.
The party died down on the first floor. The soft music in the background seeps into my bedroom.
My gaze coasts over Cassie’s body. Naked, she lies on her side, facing me. Her long, dark hair drapes over her chest. I tuck the strands away, revealing her tight, perky breasts, and puckered nipples.
Leisurely, I run my hand on her side. She has a girlish body and a candid sweetness about her. As I roll my hand down, she looks at me, intimidated, now that we’re truly alone.