I heard his towel drop and then his hands were on my hips, with his fingers playing at the top of my panties. I leaned back into him and his lips found my neck again. He pushed my panties down and I stepped out of everything.
He walked me forward toward the tub and moved around me, getting in. He held his hand out for mine and helped me in, his eyes darting all over me. I had never felt more exposed and yet I wasn’t scared or nervous, I didn’t try to cover myself.
He obviously wanted me, and my pussy was saying there was no going back. She was in control now and I was just along for the ride.
Hmm, ride I thought …
Chris slid against the tub and I fell to my knees with my hand against his chest for balance. He immediately grabbed my hips and thrust me toward him, rippling the water.
He crashed his lips to mine and our tongues found each other, it was so intense we were both panting after just a minute.
I could feel his more than stiff erection between us and it was begging for attention. I took it in my hand without breaking our kiss, our tongues too desperate for each other. He was incredibly thick but not overly long, I wondered if it was going to hurt.
My last boyfriend hadn’t been too endowed and I mostly relied on his oral skills for satisfaction.
I gripped his hard on firmly and began to stroke it as he moaned into my mouth. His hands roamed my body and one hand stopped at a nipple, the thumb caressing my aching bud.
His lips left mine and went right for the other nipple, causing me to moan.
I kissed his neck and shoulder and I felt two fingers enter me. I moaned again into his ear and began to ride his hand, while keeping a firm grip and stroking him.
Our breaths were both ragged and I couldn’t hold on any longer, I loved him teasing my tits.
My body erupted and I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. He immediately kissed my neck and removed his hand from inside me, grabbing my hips and lifting me onto him.
I impaled him in a swift movement and it took me a bit by surprise even though I knew it was coming eventually.
I let out a little yelp and he flashed me his perfect smile.
“Is it okay to move,” he whispered.
I was the one I top, I should really be the one moving, but my head was all fuzzy and I couldn't function.
He lightly kissed my neck and I moved my hips into him, “yes.”
We began to grind against each other, finding a rhythm. My pussy was purring, begging desperately to keep him buried in me.
He stretched me, I had my legs further apart than I thought I was capable of but I accepted that I didn’t care if I could walk later.
Chris was the perfect man by my current estimation, and I was riding him.
He wanted … ME.
My sub-conscious chimed in, ruining the moment for me … yeah but he’s PAYING for it…
Shut the fuck up!
You will NOT ruin this for me! I inwardly rolled my eyes.
Chris was lost sucking between my nipples and I picked up the pace. He growled and broke our rhythm, completely taking over.
With a tight grip on my hips, he began bouncing me in his lap, pushing me down harder each time.
I couldn’t take it after the third or fourth bounce I came, moaning his name loudly. He grunted again and twirled me around so my back was to him.
He thrust into me from behind and my hands immediately gripped the side of the tub for support.
“I’ve got you baby, I’ll hold you up,” he said in my ear.
He had a hand under my arm and a hand on my hip and he was pounding me, bouncing me on him, creating a tidal wave in the tub.
I sat up as straight as I could and I felt him go even deeper, after a couple rough thrusts we both moaned and came together … well mostly him grunting and me moaning.
We fell against the tub together, trying to catch our breath.
"I hope I didn't flood the floor," Chris said, peeking out of the tub.
I giggled and rested by head against his chest, letting him hold me.
We still had a few hours until dinner, even though I had worked up quite an appetite.
I still couldn’t believe I was already meeting his parents. Although, I wasn’t actually his girlfriend … I wasn’t sure I cared right now.
Chris and I cleaned up in the tub and continued things in the bedroom, but this time he was much calmer. Like he had to get the rougher sex out of the way, now he was mellow and relaxed.
I had never “made love” before, but I imagined it to be like this. Slow, and passionate.
A whole afternoon, rolling around in bed, just enjoying and exploring each other’s bodies.
Chris was a more than generous lover, incredibly gifted with his tongue and he paid great attention to my body’s reactions.
He even ordered some fruit and champagne, feeding me grapes and strawberries. He gave me a massage with his hands and tongue and I felt like a queen, I felt so high and I never wanted it to end.
When we had finally decided we couldn’t wait any longer to get ready, we showered separately because … well, there wasn’t time for anymore activity right now. My vagina was positively purring in delight but she also could use a break.
I heard a knock at the main door and froze, who could that be?
Chris then knocked on the bathroom door.
“Eve baby I asked someone to come do your hair and make-up, I hope that’s okay, she’s ready when you are, can she come in?”
Hmm, yeah I'm your baby alright...
Seriously though ... just wow he thought of everything, I was actually just having an internal freak out over how to do my hair. I also hadn’t really brought make-up with me so that was a problem too. I had no idea today would have been like this, but I had no regrets.
I opened the door and a very short older woman popped in, “hey doll I’m Shari, let’s get you ready, Mr. Maxwell said you don’t have much time.”
Shari had me ready with an up-do in under 20 minutes and I was so grateful to her. She left and I got my dress and shoes on, adding the diamond earrings and bracelet.
I didn’t even look like myself, I looked like a model. My black cocktail dress had a lace overlay with three quarter length sleeves, cutting off just above the knee. The neckline was straight across, allowing for a bit of an off the shoulder look.
Chris had gotten me a strapless bra as well and I was shocked it fit and held up the girls. I normally had a hard time finding strapless bras since I was a little full.
I made a mental note to get a couple more of these bras.
I came out of the bathroom to find Chris in a suit, black dress pants, black jacket and pale yellow collared shirt with a black tie.
He looked like a bee that could sting me anytime!
Chris’ face lit up when he saw me and I launched myself at him. We kissed lightly, I was afraid to wrinkle him.
“You look so … delicious Eve. How am I supposed to think straight with this view?”
I giggled, “well since it is dinner with your parents I’m going to guess you won’t have any choice BUT to be on your best behavior.”
His lips grazed my neck and I caught the time, we had seven minutes!
“Chris I think we need to go, I don’t want to make a bad impression,” I said, plainly.
I ran and found my shoes, getting them on as he moved toward the door. He flipped off the lights and I scrambled toward him.
“Yeah, yeah I’m supposed to be the punctual one, as opposed to my carefree brother,” he said.
With that, he put his hand in the small of my back and led me out of the room.
We made our way toward the elevator, and Chris wasted no time filling me in on some of his family gossip.“So my dad has actually been married three times, yet he thinks he’s the world’s foremost resource on relationship advice.I am from his first marriage, my mom lives in NYC. That’s where they were for a long time, we lived there until I was 16, then they split. He was sleeping with his lawyer, the classic story you know.They didn’t have a prenup though, I mean he didn't have much when they first met. My mom ever imagined he would screw her over like he tried to do. My mom got a lawyer that wasn't afraid of him, and really fought him, he was horrible to her, there’s a lot there I don’t get into but it’s touchy for me.In the end she got what she was owed and I don’t think they have spoken since. He remarried a few years later, but that didn’t last too long but th
I didn't think Chris would want to talk, and I wasn't going to try and delve into his clearly dysfunctional family.He needed to just feel me, and I was desperate to feel him. I'd help him forget all about his stupid parents.He sat me down on the bed and trailed his hands down my leg, taking off my shoes. He took my hands and pulled me up so we were face to face.I stared into his beautiful sky blue eyes, lost, limp in his arms with anticipation. He began kissing my neck and his fingers found my dress zipper. My dress fell to the floor, followed by my bra.He hooked his fingers in the top of my panties and shoved those down as well. I began unbuttoning his shirt and pants and he kissed me so gently, as if I were like glass.I never felt more delicate and desired.My body was on fire for him.We made love ... for hours, it was definitely not just sex. Chris was slow, gentle an
The rest of Sunday I was a fury of emotions. Hot, cold, irritable, happy when I still felt the soreness between my legs.I couldn’t concentrate and I found myself rolling around in bed, touching myself, re-enacting the weekend in my mind.Chris was so addictive, I wanted to remember every lick, every stroke and every moan.I got an email Monday morning from Haven that my check for last week was available for pick up at her office.I made a salon appointment since I had a date Monday night. This was a date I accepted early in the morning without fully looking at the guy’s profile.I decided that until I better knew what was going on with Chris, I was going to block out any dates I didn’t already have booked. I could always switch myself back to available.I was curled up on the couch late Monday morning, half awake. I looked at the profile for my date tonight and immediately regretted it.&
It was finally Wednesday afternoon and my stomach was in knots. I was dying, positively dying to see Chris again.I was desperate for his smell, his touch, and I hoped for a sleepover.My morning class was cancelled so I could definitely make the time ... for some quality time.We were having dinner with the same client I met the first time, and I was hopeful that the little miss full of herself would be absent.I visited the salon, and got a cute little red dress with black red bottomed stilettos I was sure to fall in. Chris loved my hair down, so I had it styled in big waves. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast since I was so nervous.I wanted to ask Chris about his path to becoming partner and how it was going, but I hadn’t so far spoken much to him about his work at all. It might sound too weird I decided. I just wanted to know him, I didn't want it to just be sex. I desperately wanted to know if he felt the
I booked it to the salon before my date with Martin and got my sleeked back high ponytail with heavy make-up. I found the skimpiest dress I could stand that at least covered my butt and some five inch heels.I was going to get myself in some trouble, I could tell.It wasn’t that Martin was unattractive, he was a nice looking guy, just far from my type. But hell, it seemed like my “type” wasn’t exactly worth pursuing.I had several new date requests and on the Uber to the club I took a couple dates. I was happy to see one was with Etienne again, for dinner. Eric also had requested me again, for dinner.I thought about the idea that could just have regulars, that seemed appealing. I would know what to expect at least.I mentally decided all these men and stories were going to get tricky and maybe I should start a spreadsheet.Martin was waiting outside the club, to my relie
I quickly showered and got dressed. I ordered an Uber to take me to campus, not wanting to walk after a night in heels.I grabbed my checkbook and took off. I made it with 13 minutes to spare.I showed the clerk my badge and let her know I wanted to make a payment.My dad had been sending one or two checks a month to help since I lost most of my grant but I had no clue where I was at with my balance.I was just still working on this semester, then I would have the summer to work on saving for next year. It seemed daunting and impossible but I had to be hopeful.“Could I get my statement to see my recent payments and balance, please?”She looked annoyed that I would be asking for this at closing time on a Friday but she printed it off anyhow.I saw where my dad had been sending payments and my heart fluttered. I loved dad so much. I also saw where I had made a few small payments bef
I got home relatively early considering how my life had been recently. I saw my party dress and realized I forgot to return it but since I was going to the salon in the morning I could do it then.The semester was almost over and soon I would have the whole summer for these “dates.”I wondered if I had the mental capacity to keep it up.I wondered how many more I might sleep with…I will not let you become a whore.Yeah, sure, sure, keep telling yourself that Eve.I had a text from Martin with some details about the ski trip. I wrote him back and within seconds of hitting send, he called me.“Hey you,” he said, and I knew he was smirking.“Hey yourself,” I said back.I continued, “I was actually about to say that I literally have nothing for a ski trip, like I would need the full get up and all that. Can I even
I gaped at the interior of the jet, it was just as luxurious and breathtaking as his home. I was dying to ask where we were going and I hoped it wasn’t too far but then again if we were going to a yacht it would have to be somewhere warm.I sat down and buckled myself while Wyatt spoke to the pilot.“No, no darling, you’re with me,” he said, holding out his hand.There was a love seat looking row on the side and he sat down, twirling me into his lap, it took me by surprise and I giggled."Now I have my in-flight entertainment," he said beaming.I fake grinned, but internally freaked out.What the hell did that mean!This wasn't normal, they're not supposed to have the expectation of getting laid. I don't care if other girls gave into him, I wasn't doing it!A stewardess immediately came with some glasses of champagne and we each took one.
~Heath’s Point of View~This is it, the day I’ve been waiting for my whole life. My perfect redhead, my dream girl. Only she’s not a dream, she’s real, and she loves me. She loves me and she’s giving me a baby.I couldn’t even wrap my head around it all still, and I just knew I’d cry at the wedding. I hated that my dad couldn’t be here, but it meant everything to me that we could speed things along for my mom’s sake.I’d had dinner sent to Liz’s room, Chinese food to honor our first night together. I had a special fortune cookie made for Beth with a slip of paper in it, asking her to marry me. Around the paper was an engagement ring.She wasn’t going to be allowed to come see me t
~Beth’s Point of View~I had started wondering when we might all go back home, but everyone seemed to be happy out here and I didn’t want to rock the boat or seem as if I didn’t like it. Heath really liked being able to see his family, and I did greatly enjoy his mom.There had been a couple times I caught everybody whispering like, hushed voices. They’d shut right up and move on once they saw me. I just thought it was stuff about Miss Reba, but I was starting to get annoyed.Heath better never keep stuff from me, and if he did, I’d punch him in the nuts!Heath’s sisters went on and on at dinner one night about some spa in town, and I didn’t care for that stuff. But as they went on I started to reckon that a m
~Eve’s Point of View~We had been out at the Jackson ranch through Christmas, and it was certainly a much more different Christmas than I would have imagined a month ago.I also wasn't thrilled to have my ankle in a cast but I was dealing with it. There was still total radio silence on Haven and her brother, but Derek still had everyone possible trying to track them down.At last count, his hackers were able to recover about $39 million of the ransom, which we all thought was pretty remarkable.It was great to meet Heath’s family, and they were the distraction that I think we all needed. They knew nothing about what had happened to Beth and I, and I was so glad for it. Being around our group would have given me nothing but sad, pitiful faces.
~Beth’s Point of View~“Ugh my momma keeps callin’, lemme see what she wants,” I said to Heath.I ran out of the hospital waiting room and into a stairwell.“Hey momma,” I said, answering the phone.“Bethany I have only talked to you twice in the past month, and now you’re onto only texting me all the time. Explain yourself young lady,” she said.Oh shit.“Well I did text you at least,” I said, lying.Heath had texted her from my phone since it was recovered when they found the car we were abducted in.I h
The cops were trying to get ahold of the landlord to ask about breaking out a wall or taking up the floor and I didn’t give a fuck about all that. I’d buy him a new goddamn building if wasn’t in on the scheme.About four hours went by and I was seriously losing any ounce of patience I had left.Heath had me on speakerphone in his pocket so I could roughly hear what was being said inside.I heard a guy in the crowd yell that he was the landlord and I immediately rushed him but Mick held me back.A cop went at him, “sir we believe there is a kidnapping victim being held here, is there a basement or a false wall anywhere?”“What, someone was kidnapped? You think they are here?”
~Derek’s Point of View~It had now been nearly two days since Beth was released and I was really close to losing my shit. There was just nothing more we could do, we were totally helpless.The kidnappers had been more than careful and if I hadn’t been so insaney furious I might have admired their work. They had to have slipped up at some point, we just had to catch a break.It was extremely illegal but Mick was running the photo we got of the driver from a street camera through the DMV. It was the middle of the night and everyone was half asleep or actually asleep.Heath and Beth had been holed up in his place and I didn’t want to bother them, not that I had any news.I was in the kitchen
*Warning, this chapter depicts an assault*~Eve’s Point of View~I guessed it to be about a day since they snatched Beth away from me. The whole speech I gave at first about us having a united front and not showing we were scared was pretty much going out the window.I didn’t know what the hell Derek was doing, did he not give them all the money? I had no clue. Since they took Beth nobody has come back. I don’t have much food left and I’m starting to have to fill up my water bottles in the sink.Maybe they’ll just leave me here to starve, I thought.No, they said they wanted me, they have to want me for something … sex? I mean they hadn’t so far t
~Derek’s Point of View~Our hackers were working non-stop to trace the money we already sent. As soon as it hit the bank it went to three other accounts and so on. It seemed like they were just trying to put it through so many places to keep it from being traced but we weren’t giving up.We had the FBI and different forensics teams monitoring the video they made the girls take, but we were getting nothing there.I was completely torn on whether or not to send the rest of the money … I didn’t care about the actual money of course but just the fact that I would be sending it with no guarantee of getting them.After some back and forth we went ahead and sent another 15 million, and decided to wait and see if they responded.
~Heath’s Point of View~All I could think about was how scared the girls had to be. My poor little Beth, my innocent little Beth. She’s never even remotely experienced something like this. I had a Bronze Star, I’d been shot down behind enemy lines. I’d known hand to hand combat, I’d know the terror of a real fight.I never wanted her to have to know anything like that.Derek was in full on control freak mode. This was supposed to be my domain, security. But everything seemed to be moving around me in slow motion, I couldn’t focus.The FBI was able to track down the car and in it was a note with instructions. They wanted 50 million dollars wired over ten different bank accounts.