by Hamel, B. B.
He pours two glasses. “Sorry I’m so uncultured that I don’t know what they are.”
He grins and slides me a glass. I take it and sip, trying to push away my nerves.
“Rich means you have a lot of money. Lots of people are rich. But wealthy means you’re lodged deep into the soul of this country. Wealthy means you have money and power.”
“That’s your family, then?”
He shrugs. “The Lofthouse family, at least. I’m not sure how central I am, if I’m honest.”
I frown a little as he comes around the island. He steps toward me, eyes roaming my body. “You’re dressed for a business meeting,” he notes.
“You are too.”
“True.” He puts his glass down, takes off his jacket. He tosses it over the back of a chair. “How’s that?”
“A little better.” I take a long sip of my wine and put the glass down next to his then start to unbutton my blouse. I feel like I’ve lost my mind completely.
He tilts his head and watches. I untuck my shirt from my skirt and finish unbuttoning it, letting it hang open. I’m wearing a light blue top and a navy bra underneath. He steps forward and pushes my shirt off, letting it slide down my skin and onto the floor. He looks at me and a smile comes to his lips.
“This is better than a meeting,” he practically purrs. “Look at you. Long, red hair. Bright blue eyes. And a perfect fucking body.” He moves me back and I feel myself run up against the island. His lips find my neck and I suck in a breath, moving my hands down to untuck his shirt. I pull it out then start to unbutton it as he kisses my throat and my chest. He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. I let it slide forward and off just as I get his shirt open.
My hands find muscles, ripped and hard. He’s fit and shredded. His shirt comes off and I kiss his chest as he grabs my hair. He’s covered in tattoos, dark and colorful in swirls and images I can barely take in as his lips meet mine. We kiss and I moan into it, unable to help myself.
I’ve gone insane. I know it for sure. I’m in some gorgeous, rich stranger’s amazing multi-million-dollar home, and I just took off my shirt for him. I let him stare at my body, and now his lips are on mine, and god, I’m losing it. Pleasure and desire rage all over my body, my skin prickles with need for him.
And his fingers drive me wild as he reaches up to unzip my skirt. He tugs it down and it drops to the floor. I’m in just a pair of panties, standing on my toes to kiss him, and he pulls my hair tight. I gasp and bend back against the island. His hand slides down the front of my panties as his lips suck my small, pink nipples.
His tongue feels so good as his fingers spread my pussy then slide up my slit. He rolls them along my clit, making me shiver with desire. He growls and bites my nipples gently before kissing me again and pressing his fingers deep inside my pussy.
I gasp and whisper his name. He smirks and kisses my legs. “I love hearing that,” he says. “My name on your lips drives me fucking wild.”
I reach down and unbuckle his belt. I tug his pants off, let them fall to the floor. He steps back and kicks them off, staring at my body. My chest is heaving, my nipples are hard, and my pussy is dripping wet. I can see his hard cock through his black boxer briefs, and I can’t help but let my eyes go wide. He’s huge, I can see it already, and he hasn’t even taken off his underwear.
He chuckles at my look and steps up to me. He takes my hand and places it on his thick cock. “Go ahead,” he whispers, kissing my neck, biting my earlobe. “Stroke me.”
I do as he commands. I stroke him over his underwear before tugging them forward. His cock comes out, rock hard, thick, and long. I take him in both hands, my fingertips not even touching, as I stroke his length. He purrs with delight as he slips his fingers back down my panties and teases my slick spot.
I moan as he grabs my hair with his other hand. I drop to my knees in front of him, buzzing with need, and take his cock in my mouth. I suck him, going with the moment, not letting myself overanalyze.
I’ve never done anything remotely like this before. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I’ve never blown off a meeting before, let alone gone home with a stranger… let along taken his thick, incredible cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, Klara,” he growls, pulling me back by the hair. I gasp and look at him as he leans down and kisses me, his other hand teasing my breasts and nipples. “Do you have any clue how sexy those full, pink lips look wrapped around my cock? You’re trying so hard to take me in that pretty mouth, but I’m just too thick for you.”
I moan and stroke him fast with both hands. His eyes blaze fire as I take him in my mouth again. I suck him, go as deep as I can, but it’s barely past his tip. I gag and pull back, stroking him fast.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Your big blue eyes and your thick, red hair. And those perky, gorgeous fucking tits. You have an incredible body, and I know your pussy is dripping wet for me right now.” He pulls me to my feet and turns me around, pushing me against the island. He slaps my ass hard then slowly peels my panties off.
I look over my shoulder. His cock is so big and thick, I have no clue how I’m going to take him. He drops to his knees behind me and spreads my ass wide and I gasp in shock as he licks me.
“Delicious,” he purrs. “Your thick, perky ass is just as fucking sexy as those beautiful lips.” He licks me all over, my pussy, my ass, and I’m moaning his name. I feel wild, and free, and sexy beyond measure. I’ve never come close to anything like this before in my life, and the pleasure is driving me wild. He stands back up and slides two fingers inside of me from behind as he grabs my hair with his other hand. He fucks me with those fingers then spanks my ass.
I gasp and groan, arching my back. He leans over me again and this time, I feel his cock press against my pussy.
I wiggle my hips and push back against him. His tip slides inside of me and I gasp. Pleasure and pain rip through me. Slowly, he sinks himself inside of me.
I gasp and everything goes light and dark. Details are lost and I feel like I’m in a haze. I’m his, every inch of me. His cock buries so deep and I hear myself groaning his name, moaning it, gasping it.
He fills me and fucks me slow. He pulls my hair and kisses me over my shoulder. He tastes like heaven and I’m moaning into that kiss as he fills me up. I’m buzzing and burning with pleasure and joy and I need more, more of him, god, so much more.
I reach back and find his hair. I grab it before I work my back and start to slide myself along his cock. He chuckles darkly then slaps my ass hard. I gasp, arching my back, and he takes me, cock fucking deep, filling me to the brim.
He fucks me from behind, bending me over the island. I’m a small girl and he’s a big man, but we match up perfectly, his cock sliding in and out, taking every inch. I moan and kiss him. He teases my breasts, bites my lip, pulls my hair. He controls me, dominates me, takes me.
Then he pulls back. I stumble as he drags me to a couch. I straddle him and slide back down his shaft, my back arching. He kisses my neck and breasts, licking my nipples, sucking them, as I ride his thick, enormous cock. I’m in a frenzy, lost to the world. There’s only his body, taking mine, driving me absolutely wild with lust and need.
I purr his name and he growls mine back. “Fuck, Klara,” he groans. “Your tight cunt feels like heaven.” I work faster and faster as he slaps my ass hard. I’m sweating with the effort, with need and desire for him, and I can’t stop myself. He bites my lower lip hard and stares into my eyes.
I know I can’t hold out much longer. But I want this to last. I want this to keep going forever. I ride him harder, slamming my hips down along his incredible cock. I’m filled to the brim, every inch of me taken by him, and I keep needing more, wanting more. I moan into his kiss as I take him, begging him to keep going.
He gives me what I need. He turns me around again, pushing me into the couch. He takes me rough and savage and I gasp, throwing back my hair. He grabs it and purrs, pulling it, fucking me. I ride him
and buck back against his shaft, wanting more, more, every inch of me ringing with pleasure and need for him. “Oh, fuck, Shaun,” I gasp. “Oh my god. Please. Please. Don’t stop.”
He growls in my ear and takes me. I need him, need him, so bad, oh my god. I keep moving my hips as he fucks me. He reaches around and starts to rub my clit with his other hand and that throws me over the cliff.
I come hard as he rolls his fingers along my clit. I come so hard I see black at the edges of my vision. I gasp and bite on a pillow to keep from screaming with pleasure. He growls his joy and when I finish, he pulls back and turns me around, pushing me onto my back.
He pins me there, holds my hands above my head, and fucks me. “I want to take you, little Klara,” he whispers. “My little red. I want to fill you up, slide every inch of my cock deep between your legs, and keep you pinned down. I want you to be my toy, my darling, my beautiful fucking girl. You know how gorgeous you are? How good your tight pussy feels? Look at you, sweating and loving every inch of me.”
He fucks me faster, faster. He keeps me held there, my full breasts shaking with each thrust. Lust rings through me and mirrors back in his eyes. He keeps going, fucking me faster, harder, his eyes moving down my back. “Yes,” I moan. “Come for me. Oh, god, come for me.” I want him to come on my tits, on my lips. I want him to come on my ass, or deep between my legs. I need it, want it so badly I can barely control myself.
His growls sets me off. I arch my back, gasping. I feel my own orgasm ring through me again, startling me, shocking me. It starts small but as he fucks me faster, licking my nipples, eyes taking in my body, it grows. And soon, I’m gasping and moaning as he thrusts deeper and harder and his body tightens as he fills me.
I feel him come inside my pussy. I feel him come deep as my orgasm reaches its peak. I roll my eyes back in ecstasy, pure and crazy. I come a second time, and he fills me to the brim.
Slowly he pulls back and we end up on the couch, tangled together in a sweaty mass. I can feel his cum dripping down my leg and I’ve never been more content in my life.
“Well,” he whispers, kissing my ear. “I’m glad I got lost.”
“Me too.” I look over my shoulder and kiss him. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but right now, this is heaven.
I know I can’t do this again. The thought hits me hard and sudden. I feel too wild around him, and I know I can’t risk losing myself like this again. I’m on a path, something I’ve wanted for a long time, and I can’t risk a distraction.
I can’t miss another meeting because I’m in pure lust with this man.
But right now… this feels good. I can relax into him, let him hold me. I can embrace this moment.
Because it’ll just be this once. I promise myself, just this one time, and never again.
2
Shaun
Six Weeks Later
I can see the waves from my balcony.
It’s a good view. I mean, I didn’t buy this expensive modern monstrosity for the views, but it helps.
Things like this house matter in LA, where image and perception are as important as power and wealth are back where I come from. Out here, I can be as rich as anyone else, and it just won’t matter if I don’t exude a sense of that wealth everywhere I go. People want to be seduced by it, and I’ve had to learn to play that game the hard way. It’s not in my nature to flaunt my family’s wealth.
I take a deep breath and let it out. I’ve been in LA for three months now. It’s been a frustrating experience so far, but I’m building something that I think will be good for the family in the long run. Even if my mother doesn’t approve of anything I’m doing, she’ll be glad I did it one day.
I sip my whiskey and look back at the house, leaning against the railing, ignoring the sunset over the ocean.
The view back into my expensive showcase of a house isn’t all that great, except for the one memory I keep playing over and over.
I close my eyes and can see Klara all over again.
Petite but curvy. Maybe five foot four at most. Big blue eyes, thick red hair, smooth creamy pale skin, curvy tits and a perfect, perky ass. She was absolutely incredible, the kind of woman I can’t stop thinking about, even if I want to.
That was six weeks ago. Six weeks, and I haven’t had a single taste of another woman since. Six weeks of closing my eyes and dreaming about her.
Six weeks of hearing nothing.
I’m a fucking moron, of course. I gave her my number and didn’t get hers in return. I could look her up, figure out where she lives and all that shit. I mean, I know the production company her father owns, so it wouldn’t be so hard to track her down.
But I won’t. I don’t know why she doesn’t call, but that’s her choice. I won’t force her.
Still, that body. The way she looked at me as she unbuttoned her shirt… it was pure lust and yet still somehow innocent.
I want that look on her face again as she gets down on her knees for me.
My house feels empty as I walk back inside and refill my whiskey. I find my phone and pick it up, idly thumbing through Instagram before calling my sister back home. She answers on the second ring. “I was beginning to think you jumped off that pretty balcony of yours,” she says.
“Dark. The drop wouldn’t kill me, though.”
“Good point. Soft landing.”
I chuckle. “How’s home?”
“Oh, you know,” Lora says. “Lofthouse Manor is glorious as always.”
“How are Mom and Dad?”
“Well, Dad is off in Africa right now on some safari and Mom is hiding up in her little tower compensating by being really angry.”
“So, pretty average?”
“More or less.”
I laugh a little. Talking to my siblings usually makes me feel better, especially Lora and Delia. I’m close with the guys too, but they’re not down for casual chatting like this as much, and I totally get it. I wouldn’t want Brent to call me on a random Tuesday morning just to talk about the weather. I’m aware that I’m very much a part of the problem.
“So have you made any famous movies yet?” she asks.
I grunt in response. “Not yet.”
“I hear you hit a roadblock.”
“From who?”
“Mom.”
“Oh, great. She’s talking shit already.”
“She’s worried about you.” Lora’s voice drops a little like she’s trying not to be overheard. “And frankly, I am too.”
“What are you worried about?”
“For starters, you’re living out in LA in some crazy gorgeous house all alone. That must be hard.”
“What, you think I’m not going out every night?”
She laughs and I can imagine her lounging around in the sunroom back home. Sometimes I miss Lofthouse Manor. Even if it doesn’t always bring up good memories for me, at least it’s the closest thing I’ve got to home.
“No, Shaun, I really don’t. I think you put those days behind you.”
I sigh dramatically. “You’re right. I’ve outgrown my playboy ways.”
“I’m not kidding. You’ve been… different this last year.”
I go quiet. I know what she means. Before coming out to LA, I spent most of my time moving around the East Coast, doing whatever the fuck I wanted, going to parties and doing drugs and fucking beautiful women. But then I saw my brothers get married, my sister fell in love, and I thought…
It was time to grow up.
“Look, I know I haven’t always been the most serious guy in the world.” I hesitate and swirl my whiskey glass. “But I’m trying something out here.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
My other line beeps. I frown and glance down at the phone. It’s an unknown number.
“Lora? Hey, I got another call,” I say.
“Oh, what, some big director wants to work with you?”
“Could be. I’ll talk to you later.”
“All right. Just take care
of yourself.”
“Bye, sis.” I tap my screen and the call switches over. “Hello?”
The voice sounds strained, but it’s Klara. My surprise hits me hard and my heart starts beating faster. “Hey,” she says. “Uh, hey. Sorry I didn’t call earlier, I was just…”
“You were just planning on using me for an incredible one-night stand but then couldn’t resist getting another taste. Is that it?”
She laughs but it sounds hollow. “Uh, not exactly. Can we talk?”
“We’re talking right now.”
“I mean, in person.”
I frown and look at the whiskey in my hand. “Okay. Where?”
“I’m actually near your place right now. Can I swing by?”
“Sure,” I say, keeping my voice level. “But let me just say, if this isn’t a booty call, you’re sending some mixed signals.”
“It’s not a booty call,” she says. “Trust me, I just… we’ll talk, okay? See you soon.”
The line goes dead. I frown at my phone and put it down on the counter.
She sounded strained. I don’t know what’s wrong, but something’s up. My mind races over a million different possibilities, and in the end, I’m not sure I give a shit what’s going on.
I’m just happy she’s coming over.
It’s strange, really. I should be more interested in this visit. I mean, she sounded upset, so something must be wrong. But I’m happy she’s coming over because I’ve been so fucking desperate to see her. I’m not the kind of guy to go begging over a woman… but when I want something, I always get it in the end.
Klara’s no different. And I want her more than I thought I would.
I drink my whiskey and she shows up ten minutes later. She must’ve called me from the car. I open my front door and she lingers there, looking just as gorgeous as I remembered. Her red hair’s pulled back into a tight bun and she’s wearing a conservative t-shirt and jeans. Despite that, she can’t quite cover up that incredible fucking figure of hers, and I can remember the way her breasts shook with every rough thrust of my cock.