by K. C. Crowne
“The good and the naughty,” she laughed. “You were my first, you know.”
“I know, I was there,” I said with a laugh of my own. I remembered the night she gave me her virginity. How good it felt. She was on my mind for years after the fact, and that in itself spoke volumes. I never thought the day would come when I would want to sleep with a woman more than once.
But when it came to Liz, I couldn’t get enough. She was everything I’d ever found attractive in a woman, and even more besides. Every move she made turned me on, and I wanted to have her in every way possible.
The longer she and I sat together on the couch, the more my own need grew. Her perfect body was so close to mine, and I was quickly losing the bit of self-control I had. I wanted to touch her, to hold her. To make her scream my name over and over again as she came around my cock.
When it became too much to bear, I finally leaned forward, kissing her. I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to it, not after the way we’d been distant from each other over the past couple days.
But she leaned into me, kissing me in return. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. She felt the same hunger. There was no denying our attraction to each other. There wasn’t a force on the planet that could take that from us.
Some things were just beyond our control, and the way we had to have each other was one of them. I didn’t care what tomorrow would bring, and I knew she didn’t care about the hardship she was dealing with in the public’s eye. When we came together, it wiped everything else out.
Passion quickly grew between us, and I knew I was going to have her naked within minutes.
My dick was quickly getting hard in my pants, and I could only imagine how wet she was already.
Chapter 17
Liz
I tried to tell myself when I was on the way to Nick’s place that I wasn’t going to get physical with him tonight. I had so many emotions running through me, and I knew I was confused about a lot of things. But, when we started talking about the past, old emotions started to surface, too.
There were things that he and I had done that I’d not thought about in years. And, when we started talking about how I’d given him my virginity, I was filled with the need to have him inside me again. He was the first man ever to be there, and I loved knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
I’d never regretted that he had been the one I’d given myself to first. He deserved it as far as I was concerned. I always loved him, and when we were living together, it was hard for me not to notice how perfect he was. Not only did he have the perfect body, but the way he treated me made me feel on top of the world.
He was such a bad boy, but yet, he had a heart of gold. I never saw him get into the wrong scene, but he wasn’t a boy scout either. He was a rebel. He did what he wanted and lived life on his own terms.
It was insanely hot and more than I could stand.
And it never changed. The way he held himself, his confident, bordering on cocky, demeanor. The way he took charge in a situation. It all turned me on, and it was hard to resist. No matter what I told myself, I was lost once his hands were on me.
The way Nick touched me turned me on more than anything else ever had. He had such a forbidden taste that I had to have more. It wasn’t a good idea, I knew that, but I didn’t care. The kiss was slow and sensual. It was deliberate like he knew just what he was doing, and he was going to make sure I felt every part of him.
It set me on fire, and I knew there was no way I was leaving the apartment without having sex with him first. I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay the night, or what was going to happen, I just knew that I had to have him, and it had to happen now.
I had to feel him inside me, and as he slowly undressed me, I became very wet. No one made me as wet as Nick did with the soft touch of his hand, then his lips. He kissed my neck first; then he unbuttoned my dress down to my tits. He released them from the bra, kissing them then sucking them while I closed my eyes, leaning my head back on the couch.
I loved it when he played with me. He had been the first ever to touch me there, too, and the soft feel of his lips now brought back so many memories, I could hardly contain myself. I had my eyes closed, thinking of him and how good he was.
He kissed down to my stomach, pulling my dress all the way off, then my panties. I spread my legs as he put his lips to my pussy. He ran his tongue between my folds before stopping on my clit, sucking it between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it, sending waves of warm pleasure through the core of my being.
With each flick of his tongue, he was pushing me closer to orgasm, and I knew it wasn’t going to take long before I was moaning and writhing on the couch, trying to stay still so he could finish me off. He was on his knees; his mouth pressed firmly over me as he licked and teased.
It didn’t take long before I had to have my hands on his head. I had to run my fingers through his hair as he ran his tongue through my lips. I moaned, spreading my legs further as the orgasm approached. I whispered his name at first, but as the pleasure overtook me, I started to shake.
“Oh my God!” I cried out. “Oh my God!”
I could hardly sit still. As I came, he pushed his mouth hard over my clit, flicking me with his tongue and intensifying my pleasure. I let the waves crash through me, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment, taking it to the fullest extent I could. I never wanted the pleasure to end. I never wanted the feeling to stop.
But I also wanted him to feel the same pleasure. I wanted him to come, too, and to be as satisfied as I was. As my orgasm faded, I was ready to take his pants off and pleasure him as well. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
But Nick had other plans. He stood up and took my hands and led me to the bedroom, pulling off his own clothes and taking control. He tossed me down onto the bed and covered me with his body quickly. He took his cock in hand and wasted no time in entering me. With a grunt and one quick move, he was seated deep inside my still spasming pussy. Right where I wanted him.
Nick thrust in and out of me quickly, pushing me right up to the brink of orgasm once more, but he was listening to my breathing. He wasn’t going just to let me come again. He wanted to be the one to tell me when to come.
Each time I got close, he would slow down. He knew how to change what he was doing just enough to keep my body guessing and stop me from finally climaxing. He wasn’t going just to get me off. He was going to prove to me that he was the one who was in charge. He knew what he was doing from the beginning, and even if things had been hard for us so far, he was going to take care of me.
I could trust Nick always to be there to take care of my needs, especially when it came to the bedroom. He wasn’t going just to satisfy me; he was going to make me want him more and more. He wasn’t going to leave me knowing what to expect.
He knew it was one of the things that I had loved about him when we were young, and he was going to do the same now. There was so much that I loved about life, but one of the things that turned me on more than anything else was how unpredictable it was.
Nick was unpredictable, and he knew it. He knew he could drive me crazy. When he was finally ready to climax, after he had had his fun with me, then he was going to let my body have that same release.
But, in the meantime, he was going to hold me on the very brink, making sure I had more need in me than I could handle. It was becoming so intense I wasn’t sure I could take much more. I had to have that feeling rushing through me, or I feared I would go crazy.
“Please,” I all but begged. “Please Nick, I need it. I need to come, I’m so close,” I whimpered.
“You want to come now babe?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I called as I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.
I closed my eyes, my breathing getting faster. I could feel through the tension in his body he was also close, and he was going to finally let me have that sweet relief I was so desperately begging him for. He thru
st into me hard a couple more times, and I clutched the sheets on the bed, hoping that now was the time he would finally let me orgasm.
As the climax ran through me, I screamed out his name. It was more intense than anything I’d ever felt in my life. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so good, and I thought I might burst right there in the bedroom.
At the same time, I felt his cock jump inside me, then empty. He was filling me with his load, giving me his hot, sticky seed. He held me, keeping my body still for him while he filled me. I gasped, breathing hard and trying to let my mind catch up with the rest of my being.
We were breathing hard, we were sweating, but we were also happy. He satisfied me more than anyone else on the planet ever had, or ever would. I knew that it was going to be something that I carried with me for the rest of my life, no matter how long it lasted.
Nick was the man who knew how to make me come, and he treated me like a goddess. He pulled out of me and laid on the bed, catching his breath as he gathered me in his arms and pulled me next to him. Suddenly, I didn’t want to leave anymore. I wanted to stay in bed with him and dream about the life we might be able to have if we bot stopped being so damn stubborn.
Chapter 18
Nick
I was lying in bed, still naked, enjoying the leisurely Sunday morning feel. I liked not having to get up and go on the weekends. I was so busy so much of the time; it felt good to sit down and do nothing.
What felt even better than that was the fact Liz was in the shower, and I could hear the water running. It was nice having her there, having her living as though the place was her own. It felt so domestic, and I had to admit to myself that I liked it.
I knew we were just pretending, but I was also struck by just how right all this felt. It was unlike anything I’d had with anyone else in my life. My one night stands never stayed to shower the next day. If one of them happened to fall asleep, they would leave early the next morning, knowing exactly what I’d expected of our meeting.
I wouldn’t mind giving someone a ride now and then, but I certainly didn’t offer to let any of them stay. But things were different with Liz. They were so much better with her around; I didn’t’ want to think about what would happen when we were done having to pretend.
I knew that the day was coming when I was going to have to say goodbye to all of this, but right now, that day wasn’t here, and I was going to make the most of the moment.
I was already planning on asking her if she wanted to get breakfast when she got out of the shower. It would be nice to hang out, just the two of us, without having to worry about work or what anyone there though. I knew I had to be careful not to crowd her or make her feel like she had to be with me all the time.
But I also wasn’t ready for her to leave. It was a strange feeling, yet not altogether an unpleasant one.
My phone rang, and I sighed. I was used to fielding phone calls on the weekends. It was usually some update for a project someone was working on, but I didn’t feel like doing anything work related today. I just wanted to take the day off and hang out with Liz.
I didn’t recognize the number, however, and was curious enough to answer the call.
“Hello?”
There was silence on the other end of the line, except for the fact that I could hear someone breathing.
“Hello?” I said again. “I’m not in the mood for a prank call, if you aren’t going to answer me, I’m going to hang up.”
“That sure is a good-looking fiancé you’ve got there,” the man on the other end of the line said.
“Who the fuck is this?” I asked, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.
“I would sure hate for something to happen to her. You better be careful about letting her just run around the clubs at night, don’t you think?” the man continued.
“Listen asshole, do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” I asked in a menacing tone.
“Oh I sure do, Nick Brantley. You’re the rich prick whose slut of a fiancé is parading around town dressed for attention,” the sleaze continued.
I had a sneaking suspicion I was talking to the guy who’d hit on Liz and her friend at the bar a few nights prior.
“Apparently the kick you took in the balls shook a screw loose. You don’t ever think about my fiancé again. I’m taking good care of her and she does not need to deal with a limp-dick asshole like you. Lose my number dipshit,” I all but shouted.
“Oh you’ll be hearing from me again, don’t worry rich boy. And that bitch of yours is going to pay for what she did.” And with that, the line went dead in my hand.
“Damn it,” I said. I set my phone down on the bed and listened as the water stopped in the bathroom. I had a bad feeling, but I didn’t want to scare Liz. But I also hated to think that there were people out there who were threatening her. I’d had threats made against me before, but they were always about my company.
No one had ever come at me over anyone I knew and loved. I knew there were guys out there who would really try to do something, and it bothered me I didn’t have any idea who I was dealing with, either. I’d do anything for Liz, but I couldn’t help her if I didn’t know exactly who was after her.
She came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body, but she must have been able to tell something was wrong when she saw the look on my face because her expression changed the minute she looked at me.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Can you tell me any more about those guys who were hitting on you at the club the other night?” I asked.
“Nothing really to tell. They said I was cute, and they thought it was strange you would let me out of your sight, and when one got a little too close to me, Cassie kicked him in the balls. The bouncer said he was going to have them removed, but we left ourselves,” she said.
She hesitated for a moment; then she looked at me once more. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s probably nothing,” I told her with a sigh. “I just don’t like the thought of you out in the city by yourself at night.”
“I wasn’t alone; I was with Cassie. Trust me, that girl doesn’t pull any punches. She isn’t going to let anything happen to me when we’re out together,” Liz laughed, but I could hear how forced it was. She clearly knew something was up, and she could sense I wasn’t’ going to tell her what it was.
I didn’t feel any need to bring up the phone call to her, not yet anyway. She didn’t need to add that to the list of things she was stressing about. But I also wanted her to be careful. I felt she should know that she might have someone stalking her, just for the sheer fact I didn’t want her to do anything naïve. I needed to make sure she was safe at all times.
I was going to get to the bottom of it, and when I did, I would take care of it. If I played my cards right, there was no need for her to know about any of it, really. It was just a matter of finding out who it was, and why they would threaten her.
If I had to, I would get my own men on them. I knew plenty of people who were willing to give a message for the right price. They weren’t the kind of men who I liked to do business with often, but I knew they were there if I ever needed them.
Mr. Maxwell did more with those kinds of men than I did, and I knew Mason was in on it, too. I could always go to them and tell them that I had a problem, and they could look into it for me. We might not see eye to eye much of the time, but I knew they wouldn’t put up with any sort of bullshit threats against my fiancé – or my wife when it came down to it.
The marriage was their idea in the first place, and I could pin that on them. I wasn’t going to put Liz in danger for their sake, and they better believe I would be on them in a heartbeat if any threat of harm came to her.
“Is everything alright?” Liz asked when I was still silent on the bed. “You’re rarely this quiet unless there’s something on your mind.”
“There’s a lot on my mind all the time. I run a multibillion-dollar company r
emember? ” I told her. I forced a smile; then I changed the subject. “If you don’t have a lot going on today, you want to go grab brunch with me? I worked up quite an appetite last night and thought you might have done the same.” I threw in a wink to try and calm her nerves.
“That would be fine,” she said with a smile. “I’m pretty hungry myself actually.”
“Great,” I said with a smile. I pulled myself out of bed. “I’m going to get in the shower and shave; then we can go if you’ll be ready.”
“That’s great. That’ll be enough time for me to get my hair dry and decide where I want to eat,” she grinned, and I chuckled.
“You’re probably the first woman on the planet who knows how to decide where she wants to eat,” I told her. She laughed.
“Hey, what can I say, I’m a woman who knows what she wants,” she said.
I shook my head, but I couldn’t shake the grin that was on my face. I didn’t know what it was about her, but she knew how to lighten my mood. I could worry about the phone call later, but right now, I wanted to go out with her and enjoy her company over brunch. I wanted to forget about all the stress we were dealing with, and not worry about adding in anymore.
We could go to brunch; then I’d take her home and let her do whatever it was she was planning to do with her day. Then I would turn my attention to that strange phone call and figure out what the next step would be there.
When I knew more, I’d be able to handle it better. I just had to get the information. But, if there was one thing I had learned in my life, it was that the more money I had, the easier it was to find people to do things for me.
I could find the right guys to trace that call, and I would be on high alert when we were in public in case someone tried to do something.
I knew without a doubt nothing was going to happen to Liz. Not as long as I was around, and I wasn’t going anywhere. Our engagement and upcoming marriage might be just for show, but I still cared about her deeply. She was one of the most important people in my life, and no harm would come anywhere near her.