Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series

by Ainsley St Claire

  “You’re with one of the largest talent-management firms.”

  “Why yes, I am.” I smile. “You’ve done some homework. That’s mostly for the backup they provide. I pay them a percentage of my take, and they deal with making sure we get our money. They’d like me to take on several more clients, but I’m careful. I really want to offer good customer service for my players and their teams. My five other baseball players are on East Coast teams, but I talk to them almost daily, and I try to get out to see them play regularly.”

  As we approach her house, Mia tells me she thinks SoBe could use some water, so I follow her inside. After my dog has a drink, he finds a perch at the floor-to-ceiling windows and watches the people outside. Mia and I sit together on the couch. She leans back, her dress inching up her thighs, and puts her bare feet in my lap.

  I massage her foot, going in large strokes from ankle to toes and then letting my fingers slide between her toes one at a time. Her eyes close as I knead the arch of her foot.

  “Mmmmm,” she says. “That feels so good.”

  “You don’t usually wear sneakers, do you?”

  She shakes her head lazily. “High heels most of the time.”

  She’s breathing a little faster, and she bites at her bottom lip.

  Gradually, I extend the rubbing to her calves. She has such sexy legs, so toned and smooth. I lift them slightly apart, giving me access all the way around. Bit by bit, I work my way higher until I’m stroking her knees. She lets me work through the tension, sighing now and then. “You always know what I like,” she murmurs. “Mmmmm...”

  As I make longer and longer strokes, I move from ankle to knee, ankle to above her knee, calf to mid-thigh, and then focus on knee to mid-thigh. She opens her legs a little wider to give me access.

  Using both hands around one leg, I slide ever closer to her panty line each time, pushing her dress even farther up. This makes her squirm a little, just enough to let me know she’s enjoying my touch. Then she shifts position and brings one leg into contact with the erection in my jeans.

  “I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” She reaches out and strokes me through my pants.

  I give her a sultry smile. “You have no idea.”

  My fingers reach the band of her thong, and she sighs loudly. I stop the long strokes and concentrate on the texture of the lace, stretching out my fingers until I can feel where her legs join her body. I rub my thumb down her slit. I can feel her getting wet. “What do you want, Mia?”

  “You,” she whispers.

  “Do you think you can follow my instructions?” I ask stroking her with the thin barrier of her panties between us.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “I will stop if you don’t do exactly what I say. If you can, you will be highly rewarded. Can you do that?”

  She’s breathing deeply. “Please, Axel… Please make me come.”

  “Ohh, mmmmm,” I mumble. I smell my fingers, and she opens her eyes to watch. “You smell so good, Mia.” Licking my fingers, I moan. “You taste good, too. Take your dress off,” I demand.

  She stands up and pulls the dress over her head. Her breasts sit high, and her nipples are upturned and erect. She’s beautiful.

  I reach for her, running my hand up the length of her leg and under the edge of her thong.

  She’s so smooth.

  I curl my fingers around the thong and slide it down to her feet.

  Carefully I lean her back on the couch, and I can see how wet she is. I don’t touch her clit just yet, just run my fingers down her thighs, opening them up and feeling the hot dampness between them.

  “Ahhhhhh,” she groans as I stimulate her outer lips. Sliding deeper, the dampness turns to wet as my fingers probe between them.

  I’m determined to take my time. I want her—to taste her and enjoy her. She’s on edge, and I love the power I have over her right now. I’d never abuse it, but damn, I feel eight feet tall.

  “Please, Axel,” she begs.

  I take my fingers, wet with her own musk, and put them to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

  She licks them seductively, like it’s my cock, and she takes that power right back. I’m ready to do anything she asks as she sucks my fingers to my palm and tweaks her hard nipples.

  I pull my fingers from her mouth with a pop.

  “It’s not fair that you’re dressed and I’m naked,” she notes.

  “I’ll get there. But first, you’re going to come for me.”

  Positioning myself between her legs, I spread her wide. Her small button is throbbing, and I know it’s sensitive right now.

  Sliding my hands along the outside of her thighs, I move my face closer, the intoxicating smell getting stronger. My tongue swirls in her juices, and I love her flavor—slightly sweet with a tangy aftertaste.

  “Oh yessss,” she hisses. “It has been so long.”

  I start licking in earnest, flicking my tongue up and down and letting the tip press lightly into her entrance. I try to push it farther into her channel each time, letting her juices spread over all the different taste buds on my tongue, mingling in different quantities of sour, bitter, sweet, and umami. So sexy and erotic.

  Mia puts her hands on my head, pulling me toward her, and she seems to be trying to get my whole face inside her vagina.

  “Ohhh...mmmm,” she whimpers, moving her hips in time with my tongue. “So long, so long,” she repeats.

  I can tell by her frantic movements that she’s getting close, but I don’t want her to climax quite yet. My cock is telling me it needs to be buried inside her. I really, really, want to push her over the cliff…

  But I’m a greedy son of a bitch.

  Mia’s still holding my head tightly between her thighs, but I withdraw my tongue and slide it upwards until I make contact with her clit.

  She jumps and squeals as if I stuck a pin in her.

  Before she can do anything else, I wrap my lips around the little, hard, bare nub and suck, ticking the end with my tongue.

  “Oh God,” she groans. “You know I'll come if you do that, and I want you inside me.”

  I stand and pull my Henley over my head. Her glazed eyes become hooded and she licks her lips.

  “You like what you see?”

  She places her finger at the corner of her mouth. “You’re incredibly sexy.”

  I open the button and let my jeans fall around my knees, pushing my underwear down to join them before stepping out. I stand proudly in front of her, my cock rigid as a baseball bat and ready to score.

  Mia wraps her hand around my cock. “I like to see all of you,” she murmurs as she pulls me closer.

  I watch as her fingers explore my cock, sliding under the lip of my swollen, purple head and running around that most sensitive part. I open her legs and find her entrance. The wet noise of my fingers pivoting in and out of her while she strokes me fills the room.

  She leans forward and licks the head of my leaking cock. I’m so close to coming, and I want to do that inside her pussy, not her mouth.

  “That’s it, that’s it... Mmmm, oh yes,” I mumble as Mia runs her tongue all over the head.

  “You said you had the shot,” I gasp. “Do you still want to go bareback? I know I’m clean.” I knew I was clean the first time she asked, but I’m done freaking out now.

  She looks up at me, breathing heavily. “Yes. I want to feel you inside me.”

  I’d swear fireworks were exploding right now.

  I guide my cock to her slit and stiff nub, then push it upwards, the bottom of my cock sliding firmly across the whole of her protruding clit.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good.” Mia moans rather loudly. She’s gripping the edge of the sofa cushion, her knuckles white and her breathing fast and noisy.

  Sliding my cock back down between her slick lips, I feel for her entrance and nudge it. Mia takes a big breath in and seems to hold it. I push a little harder and enter her.

  Holy shit! This is the
first time I’ve been inside anyone without a condom, and it’s warm and like a wet fist is surrounding me. Incredible! I see her wince as I push in slowly.

  “You’re so big. Don’t stop,” Mia whispers hoarsely, letting out the breath she’s been holding.

  I move my hands up and down her thighs, right up to where my thumbs could slide over her mound, trying hard not to finish before we’ve really gotten started. I think about ice cream, football, shopping lists, drain cleaning—anything to stop me from coming just yet. It works, but the feeling and sight in front of me is difficult for my brain to suppress.

  Gradually, with Mia moving her hips forward, I’m fully seated. I begin to rock back and forth. Mia locks her legs around my waist, and I keep pausing to let the feeling die down a little. I don’t want to release too early.

  As I run my fingers across her body, concentrating on what I’m touching, I push the feelings running through my cock into the background—enough that I can give her deep, long strokes. She’s like a vice holding me tight, and it’s exhilarating.

  I can’t distract myself any longer as Mia matches my rutting. My thumb circles her hard nub, and I focus on her pleasure. She palms her breasts, and she’s almost there.

  “Come for me,” I demand. “I want you to come all over my hard cock.”

  I feel the first contractions signaling the start of her climax. “Oh fuck, yes!” she cries out.

  I jam my hips forward and hold them there a second or two as I follow her over the cliff. Mia’s trembling, shaking, and groaning, and I arch my back once, twice, three times, as I spend myself deep inside her. It’s a wholly different sensation without a condom, and now I understand why it’s better.

  “Oh God,” Mia whispers after a while. “That was so wild. I’ve never experienced that level of intensity. I’m exhausted.”

  She drops her heels down, and I begin to soften. Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on her soft stomach. “You’re amazing.”

  I sit next to her on the couch again and pull her close. She pulls a throw blanket over us, and we watch the late afternoon strollers along the boardwalk.

  “Do you think anyone saw us?” I ask. “Because I know if judges were watching, even the Russian judge would give our performance a ten.”

  “Sadly, I have one-way windows, so they missed the whole thing.” Mia laughs, and I know that’s a sound I want to hear for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 28

  Mia

  Having the possibility of Axel back in my life—especially after yesterday, which was incredible—is kind of making me giddy. Yet it also makes me extremely nervous. Too many things aren’t going the way I want them to right now. Too many things are out of my control. I can’t take much more trouble, so something needs to go right. I’d really love for it to be him. But in the meantime, I have to to focus on something else so I don’t explode.

  I went in to the office to meet with my Flirt team this morning, and they’ve wowed me once again. They’ve really worked hard to get Flirt’s app prepared to go live in San Francisco. I want to do something special for them, and the City has Prospector fever right now—due largely to Jeremy’s stellar pitching, they’re winning their division. I send a text off to Nate.

  Me: Is there any chance I could use my friendship with you to get about two dozen tickets to tomorrow’s game? I know Jeremy is pitching, but I want to do something for my team at Flirt.

  Nate: I’m sure we can figure it out. No guarantees it will be great seats, but I’ll work on it.

  Me: I owe you.

  Nate: With everything you’re doing for Cecelia right now, we’re not even close to even. Tomorrow come to the park early with Axel and let’s celebrate.

  Me: Sounds like a plan.

  I just hope it’s a plan I can make happen. Axel ran down to LA today to sign a new player, and he won’t leave until he’s got it wrapped up tonight.

  I send an email out to the staff of Flirt, alerting them to the possibility of tickets for them and a guest to the game tomorrow and asking them to let me know who’s interested.

  The response is almost immediate. Our Slack channel explodes, and company instant messages go crazy.

  Christina: As the head of marketing (aka party planning), I have to suggest that since the game is early, how about we get together afterward to celebrate? I live off of 3rd and Brannon. I’m happy to host. It may be tight, but it might be fun?

  Me: If you’re sure, Flirt will buy drinks and dinner to be catered. Does that work for everyone?

  Suddenly, we have a party coming together. Everyone has been so positive and upbeat and worked so hard through this launch. The atmosphere with this group is so fun and vibrant, it makes me question whether I want to return to Diamond Analytics.

  I check the clock, and it’s time for me to go over for a meeting with Cameron Newhouse at SHN. He says they have updates on the Chinese theft of the Flirt app. Sean Grant, Flirt’s lead developer, will be joining me. He’s had some incredible insights with the software on our app. His development abilities far surpass mine, and he’s really made Flirt shine. I was warned when we hired him that he loved development and getting software out, but was less thrilled with maintenance, so I know there’s a good chance he’ll find greener pastures once we launch. I’m just determined to enjoy working with him as long as he sticks around.

  “You’ve done an outstanding job getting this ready,” I tell him on the ride over.

  “Thanks. Your algorithm was elegant. One of the best I’ve worked from—made things easy.” He smiles. “What do you think you want to do next?”

  I shake my head. “No idea. I still need to figure out what I’m going to do about Diamond Analytics.”

  He snorts. “Hire a CEO and let them run it. I’ve watched how you did Flirt. I have to believe you’ve got five or six other ideas in your head for software and apps.”

  I shrug. “Nothing concrete. What about you? What about your ideas?”

  He crinkles his nose. “Here’s a secret truth about me, and I beg you not to share it.”

  I raise my eyebrows and nod.

  “I don’t have one good or viable idea of my own. I can make other people’s ideas crackle, but I don’t do my own. You’re fantastic to work with. You gave us a road map with Flirt that has really worked well. Apps are usually quick, but I’m hoping you have another idea for me, because I really like working with you.”

  I study him for a moment. I don’t think he’s hitting on me... “You’re incredibly kind. I do have an idea that I think we can put together after we get all this taken care of. So don’t go looking for other work. I want to do something. Let’s talk.”

  He nods. “I’m here for you.”

  We get out of the car in front of SHN’s offices. When I started working with them, they had a corner office on the second floor of this building. Then they grew to the entire floor, and now they have multiple floors. Peter walks us to the elevator and agrees to meet us as soon as we ping him that we’re finished.

  When we arrive upstairs, we’re shown to a glass-walled conference room that overlooks the Bay and Prospectors Park.

  “What a view,” Sean marvels.

  “I know, isn’t it?”

  An assistant rolls in a cart with drinks and box lunches.

  “I wasn’t expecting a lunch meeting,” I say.

  The woman looks at me with wide eyes. “The calendar says the meeting will run until the end of the day.”

  I put my computer bag down in a chair and nod. “Okay then, we’ll happily have Mason pay for lunch. Thank you.”

  She grins. “We have several other drink choices if I’ve not brought what you want. Please just let me know. I have hot water brewing for tea. Mason said you like tea in the afternoon.

  “He knows me well.” I pull my computer out of my bag. “That sounds great, and I’ll just move to carbonated water after that. Sean?”

  He smiles at the woman, and it’s like love at first sight. That makes me c
huckle. “I’m good.”

  When she leaves, I lean over. “You know, if you haven’t given your plus-one ticket away, sports events are great first dates.”

  He squirms in his seat. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t even know her name.”

  “I might be able to help with that.”

  Cameron comes in and Mason trails behind him. As they peruse the food and drink table, Mason turns to me. “Hi. I was so glad to hear you’re okay after your mishap on the flight home from Portland.”

  “Thank you. I’m so glad I had Marci with me. She was bedrock.”

  “I hear you were the same.” He smiles.

  I shrug. “We all made it. Oh—I’m sorry, when…I don’t know her name dropped off the lunches…” I pause so Mason can give us that vital information.

  “Her name is Carrie,” he supplies, apparently without any clue that I was fishing for information. “She’s Caroline’s cousin.”

  “Is she here for the summer or sticking around?” I probe.

  Mason grabs a bottle of kombucha and sits down. “She just graduated from the Kellogg Business School. I hope she’ll stick around. She’s super bright and would be an asset to the company.”

  I nod. “University of Chicago, impressive. She surprised me with the lunch. I didn’t realize you needed us all afternoon.”

  Cameron looks up from his laptop. “Does it work for your schedule?”

  I open my computer and start to boot it up. “Of course. Sean, did you have anything you needed at the office?”

  He shakes his head. “No, I’m good.”

  I send a quick text to Peter letting him know we’re going to be a few hours, and by the time I’m done, Cameron and Sean are deep in conversation about where they are with the software.

  Sara White-Arnault walks in and gives me a tight squeeze. “So great to see you. How’ve you been?”

  “Busy,” I tell her. “Between weddings, baseball, and Viviana’s case, it’s been unending—not to mention work has been happening in there somewhere.”