Page 47 of Rich Girl
Nothing that has happenedin the last two days has gone according to plan. Not that I actually had a plan. All the fault lays with Hayden Benedict. She is beyond beautiful, and stuck up, completely out of her element in the environment I just presented her with.
With that said, I have to give her props for playing along. I’m not sure if I was expecting her to throw a fit, storm out of here, or even threaten to call the police. Instead, she’s taking everything in. The apartment I have above the garage is subpar to everything she probably knows.
She finally brings her eyes to meet mine. What I see in them is pure lust. She doesn’t care where we are or how different it is from the life of luxury I suspect she leads. She just wants me. That is a good thing, because I haven’t had enough of her just yet.
I let out a groan of desire when she licks her lips in the most seductive way. She could literally ask me for anything right now, and I’d give it to her. At the same time, I have to remind myself that this is just a fling. I may have gotten infatuated with her while speaking on the phone, but meeting her in person was a different story.
Throwing all that out if my mind for now, I lean down until our lips are close to touching.
“What’s your answer?”
Her eyes stay on me while her lips spread into a wide grin. With no warning, her one hand latches onto my balls, giving them a healthy squeeze. Despite how good it feels, I make an effort not to react, knowing that’s what she’s looking for.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Is that ayes?”
She squeezes just a bit harder right before lifting herself onto the tips of her toes and pressing her lips onto mine. I open my mouth to allow her access, and she never hesitates.
I pull back when she wants to get in deeper. “You better say the words, Hayden,” I warn her. “I don’t play like that.”
In fact, Iamplaying. She seems to like being dominated in the bedroom. She thrives on the illusion of control she thinks she has, and when she lets go, it’s the most beautiful thing.
She removes her hand from my balls, only for her hands to push up the bottom of my dirty shirt. I have some oil stains on it, on my hands and my face. I should take a shower before touching her more, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Besides, what’s the point in getting clean only to get dirty again?
I help her with getting the shirt over my head when she can’t reach any higher, dropping it to the ground next to us. Her trembling fingers touch my skin, going over the slight definition of my abs.
Next, she fumbles with the button and zipper of my jeans. She loosens them up before pushing them past my hips. I’m not sure if the goal is for us to fuck against the wall or on the floor, but I’m down with whatever.
When she doesn’t go past my thighs, I frown in confusion. She takes a few long seconds to play with the band of my boxer briefs. It’s the same pair I wore last night since I didn’t have a change of clothes with me.
She runs a finger on the inside, moving it from hip to hip, dipping it inside just a bit without ever takins her eyes off my face.
Just as I am about to pick her up and carry her to my bed, she manages to surprise me once again. With slow movements, she leans forward until her mouth is on my chest. She gently nips at my nipples before licking them, taking a moment to suck them harder. I’ve never liked my nipples to be played with, which is why I don’t understand why I am so turned on by what she’s doing to me.
She drops to her knees, landing right at my feet. When she lifts her eyes back to look up at me, my cock begs to burst out of the cotton material of my boxers. I clench my jaw in an effort to stop myself from just saying the hell with this and letting go.
Hayden wraps her fingers around my underwear, finally pulling it down and releasing my cock from its confinement.
“Nice,” she chuckles when it smacks her in the face.
“That’s because he likes you so much,” I try explaining. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so tense.
She winks at me. “I like him, too.” She sticks out just the tip of her tongue, teasing right underneath the bulbous tip.
“Show me,” I growl as I look down at her.
The change in the air is instant. We are done with the teasing. She wants me to tell her what I’d like for her to do to me. I don’t have a problem with that.
“Open your mouth wide,” I instruct her. She takes no time to follow my directions.
I touch the side of her face, feeling the tension in her jaw. If she’s not careful, it’ll lock up on her.
“Not that wide.” I tap her gently on the cheek.
Once again, she does just as she’s told. Her jaw relaxes just a touch, assuring me that she won’t end up in pain while sucking me.
The thought of her taking me into her mouth is causing my brain cells to die of a rapid death. I almost can’t think, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, forcing air into my lungs and oxygen to my brain.
“Wrap your lips around it,” I whisper to her.
