Reasonable Doubt (1-3) Read online

  “Aubrey, sit back down.” She grabbed my hand. “Let’s not make a scene.”

  “Let’s!” I snatched my hand away. “Let’s discuss how I’m twenty fucking two and I’m a junior in college when I should already be a graduate! Shall we? Can you explain why that is?”

  My father’s face reddened and he motioned for me to sit down, but I stood my ground.

  My mother clutched her pearls. “Aubrey…We did what was best at the time, and even though switching school systems twice in two years was unfortunate, it made you who you are today. Now, the campaign won’t start until—”

  “I don’t care when the hell it starts. I’m not going on a pointless campaign trail, and I’m not taking any of my classes online because guess what?” I could feel my blood boiling. “You can’t learn fucking ballet online!”

  The restaurant was now silent.

  “You two are beyond selfish and you don’t even know it.” I shook my head. “I’m voting for the other guy.” I stormed off amidst gasps and whispers from the other tables—slightly content that my parents’ picture perfect image had been publicly scratched a bit.

  “Your number, Miss?” The valet said to me as I stepped outside.

  “My what?”

  “Your number?” He tilted his head to the side. “For your car?”

  Shit… I sighed and looked over my shoulder.

  Patrons were pointing in my direction and I couldn’t bear to go back inside just because I didn’t have a ride home.

  I considered calling a cab, but I knew that was pointless. It would take forever to get here, and I could probably walk to my apartment faster than they would arrive.

  There was a bus stop a mile or so down, but I only had a credit card. I doubted Andrew would come get me, but I decided to give it a try.

  Subject: A Ride.

  I really need a favor…

  —Aubrey

  Subject: Re: A Ride

  Wanting to take a ride on my cock in the middle of the day shouldn’t be considered a “favor” at this point.

  —Andrew

  Subject: Re: Re: A Ride

  I’m not talking about your dick. I’m talking about your car…Would you be able to pick me up right now? I was at a dinner with my parents but it didn’t end well…and I don’t have my car.

  If you can’t, I’ll understand.

  —Aubrey

  Subject: Re: Re: Re: A Ride

  Where are you?

  —Andrew

  Half an hour later, he pulled into the country club’s driveway.

  I slipped into his car before he could even park—not looking back at the snooty members who were probably whispering and wondering about what had happened between me and my parents.

  “I’m taking you home, right?” he asked as he pulled off.

  “No…”

  He looked over at me. “Am I taking you to GBH?”

  “If you want. Just not to my apartment.” I paused. “I’m sure my parents will stop by there after dinner and try to talk to me so…”

  “Have you eaten?”

  “Lost my appetite…” I said softly, then I smiled. “But if you’re interested in taking me on a date right now, I’m not opposed to that.”

  “Why would I take you on a date?”

  “Because you owe me one.”

  “Since when?”

  “You once said that you would take me out if we ever met in person, and you haven’t done it yet.”

  We approached a stoplight and he turned to face me.

  “If I was even vaguely interested in taking you out right now—which I’m not, where the hell would I take you if you’ve already eaten dinner?”

  “Surprise me.” I shrugged and leaned against the glass—shutting my eyes. I could picture him staring at me, giving me that “You’re out of your damn mind” look, and as he steered the car back onto the street, I smiled—hoping that this would be the start of us going out regularly.

  I was dreaming of him kissing me in the gallery room again when I felt him gently shaking my shoulder.

  “Aubrey…” he whispered. “Aubrey, wake up.”

  I lifted my head and looked outside my window. There were lush plants and a massive glass paned building—an executive condo. My heart skipped a beat because I knew he’d never taken a woman to his place before, and I was happy that I would be the first.

  I looked over at him, ready to say something, but then I saw him fiddling with a green parking pass and I looked out the front window—seeing where we really were.

  Outside of a Hilton hotel.

  “Your idea of taking me on a date is bringing me to a hotel?”

  “It’s more about fucking you in the hotel.”

  “Andrew, this is where you take all your other dates…”

  “And?”

  My heart sank. “Do you not see why bringing me here would hurt my feelings?”

  “Would you prefer the Marriott?”

  I blinked.

  “They don’t have the same standard of room service,” he said, “but if that’s what you prefer—”

  “Just take me home—right now.” My voice cracked and I leaned against the window, shutting my eyes again. “I’ll deal with my parents…”

  I woke up on a plush leather couch, tucked underneath a soft black blanket.

  Sitting up, I saw that my shoes had been taken off and placed in a rack on the other side of the room. A tray of fresh fruit and chocolates were sitting on the small table in front of me, and there was a bottle of wine sitting next to two stemmed glasses.

  The room looked as if it’d been plucked from a magazine: silk white draperies, taupe walls, and portraits framed in silver. One of those portraits was of a fucking hotel, making it clear exactly where I was.

  I immediately tossed the blanket off—ready to find Andrew and yell at him for bringing me here against my wishes. I walked down the hallway, slowly noticing that the pictures hanging on the wall were of him.

  In one picture, he was standing on a beach, looking off into the distance. In another he was standing in front of a NYC cab, and in another he was lying against a city park bench.

  He was young in all of these photos—his eyes held a more boyish charm, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked happy. Extremely happy.

  In between all of the larger photos, were small wooden blocks in the shape of an entwined “E” and “H.” At first I thought that the “A” for Andrew’s first name was simply missing, that one of the pieces would bear it, but that wasn’t the case: In the last frame at the end of the hall there was a photo of a huge “E” and “H” that were solely compiled of pictures of New York.

  “E” and “H”?

  I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.

  Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.

  I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.

  “What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.

  “I was…” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”

  “Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.

  “I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”

  He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pussy. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”

  I rolled my eyes and he let me go.

  “Is this better than a hotel room?” he asked.

  “Depends.” I turned around. “How many other women have you had here?”

  “None.”

  “None?” I couldn’t believe that. “In six
years?”

  “I like to keep my fucking life separate from my home life.” He clasped my hand.

  “So, I’m the exception to the rule?”

  He didn’t answer. He simply led me across the bedroom and into an all-white en-suite where the water from the shower was still running.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up…” He looked down at me.

  “Because you want to watch movies together?”

  “Because I want to fuck you in the shower.” He pushed my back against the wall and looked into my eyes. “Because I want to fuck you all night.”

  I moaned as he wedged his knee between my thighs and pulled my shirt over my head. He slipped his hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as it fell to the floor he trailed his tongue across my nipples.

  “Take off your skirt…” He backed away from me.

  My hands went to my zipper, but my eyes stayed glued on him as he started to undress himself.

  I’d fucked him numerous times in his office, recklessly rode his cock time and time again, but I’d never seen him completely naked.

  He pulled his white V-neck shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner—exposing a set of chiseled abs and a small cursive tattoo that was etched onto his chest.

  I tried to read what the words said, but then he unfastened the drawstring of his black lounge pants and let them fall to the floor.

  I could see that his cock was hard through his briefs, and I waited for him to take them off, but he walked back over to me.

  Grabbing my hand, he placed it against his waistline. “Take them off of me.”

  I slipped my thumb underneath the elastic, but he stopped me.

  “With your mouth.”

  My eyes widened as I looked up at him, seeing the sexy smirk on his face.

  I bent down slightly and trailed kisses across his waist—hearing him take in a sharp breath as his hands slipped into my hair.

  I gripped his thighs for balance and tugged at the hem of his briefs with my teeth. Pulling the fabric down a few inches, I used my fingers to move them further, but he pulled me back by my hair.

  “Only your mouth.” He warned.

  I gave him a look of understanding and he let me go. I once again grabbed the briefs with my teeth and slowly slid them down his legs.

  I looked up and saw that his cock was standing at attention, rock hard and ready for my pussy like always, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was going to pull me up and fuck me against the wall.

  Before he could get the chance, I sat up on my knees and gripped his cock with my hand. I pressed my lips against it—trailing my tongue across every thick inch. I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slowly massaged it with my tongue.

  “Aubrey…” He threaded his fingers through my hair and looked down at me. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m…” I felt my cheeks heating. “I’m sucking your cock.”

  He blinked, letting a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re not sucking my cock…You’re kissing it.”

  “I was getting to that part. I was trying to do it like…” I shook my head and stood up, completely embarrassed. “Never mind.”

  “You were trying to do it like what?” he whispered against my lips.

  I shook my head again and he looked into my eyes. “You don’t need to watch anybody else to learn. I’ll teach you…”

  Still smiling, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower. He pressed his chest against mine and slipped a finger into my mouth as the water ran over us. “Is this as wide as you can open for me?”

  I blinked, nodding.

  “You’re going to have to open a lot wider than that if my cock is going to fit into your mouth…” He sat down on the small wet bench behind him and motioned for me to bend low.

  The water streams from above lashed against my back as I got down on my knees.

  “Lick your lips,” he commanded, and I obliged—feeling completely out of my zone.

  I leaned forward, assuming that I was supposed to take him into my mouth now, but he stopped me.

  “Make it wet.”

  “What?”

  “Put your mouth on my cock and wet it.”

  Hesitant, I pressed my lips against his dick and slid my tongue across his shaft. I was swirling it against him slowly, but then he pulled my head up.

  “You’re being too gentle,” he said. “I don’t need you to be a fucking lady right now…”

  “I—”

  “I need you to be aggressive, greedy, and sloppy because I’m not going to be gentle when I’m devouring you.” He gently pushed my head down and spread his legs a little further. “Massage my balls with your hand…”

  I immediately cupped them, rubbing them against each other.

  “A little harder…” His breathing slowed and I picked up the pace of my fingers.

  “Now,” he whispered. “Open your mouth as wide as it can go, and take my cock as deep as you can…”

  I opened my mouth and took in the first few inches easily as he threaded a few fingers through my hair.

  “Keep your eyes on me.” He looked somewhat impressed. “You don’t have to take all of it right now…” He used my shoulders to push me back and then forward. “Keep easing it in and out of your mouth just like this…”

  Groaning, he stared at me with pure lust in his eyes, and then he whispered. “Suck me deeper…”

  I followed his command and he groaned even louder. I could see the muscles in his legs tensing as my mouth covered over half of his cock. I was starting to feel a little bolder, slightly more confident, so I took in a little bit more of him.

  “Fuck…” He breathed.

  I used my free hand to cover the part of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth, and massaged it the same way I was massaging his balls—soft but aggressive.

  He started to tug at my hair, begging me to take more of him into my mouth. “Take all of it…”

  Feeling as if I was now in control, I denied his request, and sped up my rhythm—bobbing my head up and down.

  “Aubrey…” His words were strained.

  I took him a little deeper—wrapping my lips around him a little tighter, but I didn’t go all the way.

  “Aubrey…” he said again, sounding desperate.

  I wasn’t paying his words any attention. I was loving the way his cock felt inside my mouth, loving the way my tongue was commanding him and making him react.

  “Stop.” He yanked me back by my hair and glared at me. “Take all of my cock into your fucking mouth right now.”

  I slid my mouth over him and leaned forward all the way—not stopping until it touched the back of my throat.

  Andrew briefly shut his eyes and sighed. Then he opened them again and spoke firmly. “I need you to let me cum in your mouth…” His voice was raspy. “And I need you to swallow every fucking drop…”

  I gripped his knees and sucked him faster and faster, and his cock began to throb in my mouth. I could feel it pulsating, constricting, and as he leaned back and finally let go I felt spurts of warmness slipping down my throat.

  His cum was salty and thick, and I honestly loved the taste of it. As the last drop landed into my mouth, I looked into his eyes and he looked back at me. The expression on his face was one of pure satisfaction and awe, and I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

  He stood—pulling me with him, and pressed his lips against mine. “That was fucking perfect.” He turned off the water and led me out of the shower and back into his bedroom—not bothering to dry me off.

  He grabbed me by my waist and tossed me onto the bed. “Spread your legs.”

  I let my legs fall apart and he climbed on top of me. Crashing his lips against mine, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

  I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy and I lifted my hips—encouraging him to fuck me.

  After being with him in the shower, I didn’t want to do much foreplay and I d
idn’t want to talk.

  I just wanted to be fucked. Now.

  His hands caressed my breasts and I pushed them away. “Fuck me, Andrew.”

  “I am.”

  “Now.”

  He smiled at me, looking as if he wanted to say something smart, but he leaned over and reached into his nightstand for a condom.

  He quickly slipped it on and entered me in one full stroke, causing me to moan in pleasure.

  “Ahhhh…” I reached up and grabbed his hair as his cock pounded into me relentlessly. I was sure I’d never get tired of him fucking me, each time was better than the last.

  I shut my eyes as he buried his head in my neck, as he whispered how “fucking good” I felt. Small tremors started building inside of me, and as much as I wanted this to last a little longer, I wouldn’t be able to hold on.

  “Andrewww…” I said his name as my hips started to jerk and my orgasm took over me. I screamed, falling back onto the pillows, and he collapsed on top of me seconds later.

  We both lay there, entwined in each other for a long time—not saying a word. When I finally found the energy to speak, I cleared my throat. “Are you going to sleep inside of me all night?”

  “Of course not.” He pulled out of me, immediately making me miss the feel of him. He walked over to his closet, tossing the condom away.

  “What are you doing?” I sat up.

  “Getting dressed.”

  “For what?”

  “So I can take you home.” He slipped into a pair of pants. “And so I can go to sleep.” He put on a shirt, and then he looked over at me. “How long do you think it’ll take you to get ready?”

  “I don’t need you to take me home.” I shook my head. “I want to stay here.”

  “Here?” he looked utterly confused.

  “Yes, here.”

  “As in overnight?”

  I nodded, and he stood there staring at me as if I’d just asked him to do the unthinkable. The look he was giving me was one of anguish, regret, and for a second I almost felt bad about suggesting it.

  “Aubrey, I don’t…” He sighed. “I’ve never let someone spend the night.”

  “Then let me be your first…”

  He continued staring at me, tapping his chin, and then he walked over to his closet and grabbed a set of white pajamas.