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  He reached down for his jeans and pulled out three condoms. Then stood up and put his hands behind his head. The whole motion made his hips jut out. He was definitely getting hard. “Thought you were too tired for sex.”

  I snuggled deeper under the covers. “Get in bed with me and we’ll see what happens.”

  Five

  Michael tossed the condoms on my nightstand then joined me under the sheets. He was completely hard now. He pulled me closer, spooning me with his dick pressed against my ass. I was already pretty hot and bothered just from seeing him step out of his car, but I wanted to beg him to use one of those condoms when he kissed the shell of my ear.

  “How was your day, dear?” he said quietly.

  I waited to answer because his hand was sliding over my stomach and getting seriously close to the band on my pajama pants. And then his hand was in my underwear. I tried not to move. Still, I couldn’t help but press back against him as his fingers found my wet slit. The feeling—the perfectly deliberate search for my clit, teasing it just a little before pushing his way farther between my thighs—I wanted it all night.

  “Tell me about your day,” he said. He wanted to hear me talk while I was trying not come in the first five minutes of our night.

  A deep breath rushed out of my lungs as I managed to squeak out an answer. “It was okay. I thought about you a lot.”

  “I thought about you.”

  “You did?”

  “It’s nice to have someone to think about.”

  “You can’t say stuff like that when you’re touching me like this.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s not fair. Oh fuck.” He’d pulled my pajama bottoms down with his other hand, and his dick… I could feel the smooth hardness of it, every inch rubbing against my ass. I was going to come or ask him to put a baby in me. I didn’t know which would happen first.

  “I’m just telling you how it is. I like thinking about you.”

  “I like thinking about you too. Will you—?”

  His hands and my hips stopped moving.

  “Will I what?”

  He moved with me, giving me space to roll over and face him. He was so gorgeous. That long dark hair spilled all over my white pillowcases, and his face. I could see the lines around his eyes and the bags underneath them. But that glint, that shine and passion that still made it hard for me to believe the truth in our age difference, was there in that perfect shade of blue. I wanted to tell him what I needed to happen next. He was just so gentle and sweet and almost playful, I didn’t know how he would take it.

  He moved a bit of my hair off my cheek. “What is it?”

  “You’re...great. I love how you treat me. All of this, the kisses and the way you touch me—I mean, holy fuck you’re a good kisser.”

  “You are too.”

  “Thank you. I was just hoping we could—last time was hot. Like way hot. I was just wondering if you could fuck me like really hard.”

  He hid his surprise really well, but I was already starting to notice his little quirks. That eyebrow wanted to launch itself into space, but he caught it.

  “It’s you,” I continued, while I reached down and stroked his dick between us, rubbing the precum on my stomach. His eyes closed for a few seconds as I kept up the rhythm. “You’re just so sexy. And so sweet. It makes me wish you were not so sweet.”

  That opened his eyes. “I’m always going to be good to you, Kayla.”

  “I know and that makes me want you to hang me upside down off the side of the bed and fuck me like a pogo stick. I can handle it a little rough.”

  “That was very specific. So you like it a little freaky.”

  “I’d like it that way with you, and the sweet stuff too. Also I’m okay with butt stuff, just go slow.”

  “Butt stuff. Go it. We can do rough. You have to let me know your limits though.”

  “I will. What’s it called? A safe word. Let’s go with ‘hold on’, ‘wait’ and ‘stop’.”

  That little smile was going to kill me. “Those work just fine,”

  “Okay so where were we? You had your dick on my ass—”

  “I want something else now.”

  “Oh?”

  “Grab me one of those.”

  The second I rolled over and reached for one of the condoms, Michael’s hand came down on my ass. Hard. I yelped, but didn’t move out of his reach when he did it again. The third time he smacked my cheeks and then gave one a firm squeeze. I was worried that it might be too much ass for him, but he was handling it just fine.

  “Come here.” An arm came around my waist and he pulled me on top of him, making the breath rush out of my lungs. He was fucking strong. We were both upright, Michael with his back against my headboard and me on top, facing him, straddling his lap. “Put the condom on,” he said. And after I did, then he pulled me closer, his hands gripping my hips. I was ready to sit right on top of his erection, but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed both my breasts instead, one in each hand and then he went right for my nipples.

  I always liked having my nipples touched and played with. They are so sensitive, kissing them or sucking them was a surefire way to turn me on. A pregame if you will, to get the crowd excited. I was already excited, more than wet. He licked and sucked at me, one breast then the other, back and forth, while my hips took control and forced my clit up and down the length of his shaft. I wanted to come, needed to come, but I wanted him inside me so bad.

  I begged.

  “Michael. Please.”

  He just shook his head. And then he pushed my breasts together and started licking both nipples at once. I looked down at him, hair tousled, tongue out and I came so hard, my body shivering as I tried to pull away for that moment my body needed to process the pleasure.

  That was when he pulled me up and sat me down on his hard cock with what I think was only a fraction of his real strength. That just made the orgasm worse or better. I don’t know. I think I blacked out.

  Michael fucked me, that strong hand of his going to the back of my head while he kissed me and his other hand slapping my ass, spanking me in perfect rhythm with thrusts. My butt was on fire, but it felt so good. I came again, shaking against this perfect man inside me.

  He didn’t stop.

  I was still on top, but I wasn’t riding him. I was just holding on for dear life, praying we didn’t break the bed or my pelvis.

  “Is this good?” he panted against my neck.

  “Yeah. Yes. Oh my god. Yes.”

  “I’d flip you over, but I love looking at your face when you come.”

  “We’ll do that. Soon. We have to. We owe it to each other. We’ve earned it. But don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop.

  His hands gripped my hips and he kept fucking me and fucking me until I think I just became one long, living, breathing orgasm. Until he eventually came. I fell off of him, rolling onto my stomach cupping myself between my legs. I’d never walk again. Michael did something, probably got rid of the condom, I don’t know. I had like two of my senses left and neither of them was filling in my brain’s request for information. And then he was kissing me again, soft wet kisses down the length of my back. I was practically in a coma, but feeling his lips on my skin somehow woke my clit up. She was ready for more. My vagina was not.

  I rolled onto my side and Michael joined me, spooning my back as he pulled the sheet over as both. I wrapped my arm around his, holding him closer, letting the feel of weird stuff like the hair on his arm and the ridges of his knuckles ground me in reality.

  His lips brushed my ear again. “How did I do?” he asked.

  “You did great. That was some A-plus fucking, Mr. Bradbury.”

  “Next time I’ll go for extra credit.”

  “You’re lucky I like corny cause that was horrible.” His chest shook a little, a rare bit of genuine laughter, and then he kissed my neck. I wondered if he had any idea how badly I wanted to keep him.

  ✶
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  “Oh my god. You two were so fucking loud.” That was the first thing Adler said to me the next morning when I came out of my room. Michael was long gone. I hated sleeping in, but I woke up in the middle of the night with his head between my legs and I wanted to return the favor and then things got a little out of control. After, I was knocked out, but I remembered him kissing my face a few times as he said goodbye.

  When I finally did wake up, a little after ten, there were a few sweet Michael texts on my phone, telling me how much he’d enjoyed last night and how he was available if I needed him. My brain was still an oversexed mess so I decided to get breakfast squared away before I answered. Didn’t want to say something stupid or way over the top, like I love you, marry me now.

  When I looked up from my phone, Adler was staring at me over her bowl of cereal.

  “I’m sorry. We got a little carried away.”

  “Twice. Have you always been that loud of a fucker?”

  “I don’t know,” I laughed. “Maybe.”

  “Well color me jealous. Whatever the hell you two were doing sounded pretty hot. I almost called up Shaner for a quick bang-and-dash just to take the edge off.”

  “Oh god, please do not call Shaner. Ever. I don’t care how horny you are. I’ll go down on you before I tell you Shaner’s a safe idea.” Adler’s loser ex was usually on the ‘do not mention’ list so we must have put on some show. “What do you have going on today?” I asked.

  She made a face like it was ridiculous question then shrugged. “Nothing?”

  “I’m gonna look for some more jobs, then hit Ralph’s. Michael gave us grocery money.”

  “I’m sorry, I thought I just heard you say you were going to look for jobs.”

  “Yeah. Why, what’s wrong with that?”

  “Kay, you hit the fucking jackpot. Enjoy it.”

  I didn’t feel comfortable telling Adler that Michael had basically said the same thing mostly because I didn’t want her to encourage us to be lazy as a roommate unit. Technically she still had to find a Sugar Daddy of her own or a job. Michael had covered a lot of both our needs, but what if we ended our arrangement? It wasn’t something I wanted to think about, but I had to.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea for either of us to depend on him like that,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

  “Why? He totally likes you.”

  “Right, but what if something happens and we call it quits? We should both be prepared for that.”

  “God, that’s bleak. But I guess you’re right. I’ll keep looking too.”

  I felt bad for pooing on her party, but facts was facts. “How about this? I need a new bathing suit—”

  “Yes?” Adler stood up.

  “And the rent is covered. And Michael did give me way more than enough for groceries and the light bill, so I have a tiny bit of wiggle room in my savings—”

  “Yes?” She walked around the table and took me by the shoulders.

  “You wanna go shopping?”

  “Yes! Oh god, yes!” She shook me then ran off to her room shrieking something unintelligible.

  My gut told me to tell Michael. Technically I was spending my money, but his money was making it possible for me to spend my money. I was overthinking it, I knew but still. I wanted to feel one hundred percent right about it. I texted him a sweet good morning and then told him that I was going to buy Adler and I new bathing suits for his pool party, if that was okay with him.

  His response time: twenty seconds. He must have had a free moment.

  What’s your favorite color?

  Um random, but it’s blue. I started to text and then I knew what he was getting at so I added, I look good in blue too.

  Send lewd pictures from the dressing room.

  LOL Ewww no

  I tried.

  Then my phone rang. It was my mom.

  ✶

  Telling my mom as much as I could about the current state of my life without confessing that things were taken care of and I didn’t have to stress about finding a new job thanks to my literal sugar daddy took a little finessing.

  I gave up his name, but not his last name. I mentioned he was older just not how much older. I told her that Michael worked in the tech field and yes like the Internet and that seemed to end that line of questioning.

  She didn’t know how fucked my financial situation was before I met Michael so I didn’t bring that up of course. When she asked about my job search I tried to sound optimistic.

  When the girls started screaming in the background asking for Michael’s full name I told her I had to go. She wasn’t too, too concerned about any guy a week into a relationship, so she didn’t care much more about his particulars, but she would if things got serious. I tried not to think of the pressure that getting serious carried, grabbed my roommate and my purse and headed out the door.

  ✶

  I didn’t see Michael again before we arrived at his house in a chauffeur driven Suburban. He was super busy over the next two days and I passed on an opportunity to do some business related clubbing with him on Friday. I wanted to see him, but I wanted him to myself. I was a little worried that I was violating the terms of our arrangement, but he texted me later telling me the night had gone to shit, a deal had fallen through and he was glad I wasn’t there to witness him cuss someone out. I couldn’t imagine him getting really angry, but I was glad I’d missed the drama.

  The backseat of the Suburban was almost bouncing when we pulled up to Michael’s house. It wasn’t me, but my friends were pretty amped to be there. Daniella and Gordo, my best friends from my former HR department, Sienna and Adler, were like little kids pulling up to the pearly gates of Disneyland the closer we got to the closed off and clearly exclusive part of Malibu. I just wanted to see Michael.

  He walked out his front door just as we pulled up the driveway. As soon as I saw him I knew I was spending the night. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of blue and orange board shorts. His hair was up in this messy yet sexy-as-hell bun. It was definitely on.

  “That’s him,” Adler said with a little bit of pride. I laughed it off when I saw the look on Daniella’s face.

  “Um, can I borrow your daddy?” she teased.

  “Can we all borrow your daddy?” Gordo added. “He is fine as fuck.”

  I shook my head and just laughed. I knew PJ could hear us.

  I hopped out of the car and managed not to sprint over and jump on Michael. Instead I walked into his arms and took a short kiss. My friends were there, crossing the perfectly poured concrete, but for that few seconds all his attention was on me. He took my cheeks in his hands and kissed me again.

  “Hi,” was all he said. I needed to record his voice for bedtime. Or wank sessions.

  “Hi.”

  Another moment, just me and him. And then we both shook it off and turned to my friends. They behaved themselves as I did introductions, even though I could tell Adler was dying to give him shit about our excessively loud fucking.

  “Why don’t you guys come on in? I’ll give you the tour.”

  There was a round of “okay, sure”s, but I didn’t miss Sienna saying “I wouldn’t mind you giving me of a bit of your tour” and Adler’s hysterical giggle after Michael took my hand and led the way inside.

  First stop on the tour was the kitchen. And Holger.

  “Look at this motley crew,” he said as we walked in. I think we were all a little too afraid to respond, but I managed a polite hello. Holger was something close to six and a half feet tall and three feet wide. He had a white mohawk and handlebar mustache, and a German accent. He was prepping a bunch of burgers and steaks while wearing two parts of a three-piece suit with the sleeves on his pinstripe shirt rolled up. He had tattoos all over his hands. “Is this the lady?” he asked, nodding in my direction.

  Michael pulled me forward and kissed me on my temple. “This is Kayla.” He introduced my friends as well, but Holger seemed more focused on me.


  “He didn’t sell your beauty. We should take his business degrees away.”

  “That is an outrage. Just show me where they are and I’ll toss them right in the shredder,” I said, bumping Michael with my hip.

  “I like her. She stays. I have enough food for a whole army. I hope you’re all prepared to be stuffed,” he said to the group.

  “Bad choice of words, man,” Michael said. “They’re already scared of you. We’ll be back.”

  Michael took us around his ridiculously large house with its weight room and screening room and its amazing views of the mountains and the ocean, then brought us back to the kitchen, where Holger had apparently finished preparing his bounty.

  “Everybody grab a tray and out to the pool we go.” My friends and I were still a little stunned by his overall presence, but he had the command of a calm and gentle third grade teacher, so we all grabbed what we could carry and fell in line behind him. Well I tried, but Michael lightly touched my arm and asked me to hang back.

  “What’s up?” I asked when we were alone.

  “Just wanted to talk for a minute.”

  He led me to the white stools that lined the massive kitchen island. I sat. He stood.

  “Uh oh, good talk or bad talk?”

  “I hope it’s a good talk.”

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath then gave my body a good shake. “Okay, go.”

  “I wanted to check in with you. See how you’re feeling about us.”

  “I feel good about us and a little nervous about us.”

  “What makes you nervous?” When he asked I could tell he almost reached up and touched my face, but he kept his hands to himself, which I was grateful for. His touch made me weak. And horny.

  “I know we have an arrangement—” Air quotes were necessary. “But I think when I told you that there had to be feelings there, I wasn’t sure that would or could be true with you, but clearly...”

  “I like being with you too. We don’t have to have some big-where-is-this-going conversation. Just wanted a general read on the situation.”