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His cock was ready for me. Very ready.
I swallowed and ached to feel him, but a thought popped into my head, and I tensed. So I met his gaze, because he needed to know every truth I knew when I said, “One more second.”
I didn’t move my legs back, but he froze and set the condom wrapper down next to me as he asked, “What else is on your mind?”
Maybe it wasn’t the time, but I trusted him, and I was tired of my past putting a hold our future, so I said, “It’s my sister.”
“I hardly knew her.” He sat straighter.
I went up and brushed a kiss against his cheek and said, “I’m aware of that, but it's not what I was going to say.”
He nodded like he needed a second, but then said, “Oh, okay, then what?”
My sister and brother talked when they drank. I hadn't been involved, but I overheard plenty.
I swallowed and said, “From what I understand, she enjoyed working with your brother Elon, but considered him as a backup choice if you didn’t work out. I don’t think your brother knew that about her, but she was always super-supportive of Elon, and I don’t want her to ever separate members of your family from her grave.”
He tilted his head and his cheeks reddened, but then he shrugged and said, “To be honest, I was mad at my brother when he hired her, but we worked all that out. I’ll introduce you to Elon when we get back to Warren’s birthday party tonight.”
“Okay, so I feel better.” I said and wiggled a bit to settle myself more comfortably on his lap.
He motioned with his head. “We still have forty minutes until we have to be downstairs.”
Less time, true, but now nothing stood in our way, though I said, “Well I’ll need twenty to fix myself.”
He reached behind me and said, “I’m glad you picked the bikini.”
He unfastened the dress top that was more like a glittery bra. My breasts fell out without the support, so I did a little shimmy and said, “Well, I aim to please, Handsome.”
He laughed and hugged me closer. “Tell me again how you feel.”
I removed the skirt and wiggled my panties off as I said, “I love you.”
He unfastened his pants and slipped on the protection. A second later I guided him in and rode him.
Cyrus had my heart, and his cock inside me drove me wild.
In seconds I forgot where we were, or anything other than I was entirely his, my heart, body, soul, and whatever else he wanted from me.
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Cyrus
We cleaned up in the small en suite half bath, but I didn't scrub too hard because my skin smelled like her strawberries now. But I helped fix her strap so it was straight and then nodded down at her as I said, “You look great.”
She let out a throaty laugh and shook her head. “You’re sweet, but luckily we’re not looking to win, so hopefully no one notices my hair's a mess now. Let’s go.”
Right. I fixed my tie, and we left the private suite I'd booked so we could practice. I took her hand in the hallway as I caught up with her and said, “The plane is waiting for us.”
We entered the elevator, where we were squished in with others. She took my hand and asked, “Do you think your mom watched our performance?”
I nodded. “She’s probably already sent the clip to every relative, but I don’t care.”
Her cheeks still had that pretty flush, and I replayed what happened in our suite as we went over to the stagehand, who then directed us to where we would stand next to our competition.
The bright lights were hypnotizing, in part because I wasn’t sure what was happening.
But when the floodlights beamed directly down on us, the announcer said, “In third place, Cyrus Norouzi and Sarah Litchenberg.”
