Power, page 4
Oh, where is Cher when I need her? I should have listened to her. She warned me this isn’t typical, in quotes, “Straight guy behavior.”
Still, he’s so sweet and smart, and not that he was ever buff, but at least he looked healthy last time I saw him. Now he looks like he might fall over if a gust of wind blows on him.
“Here.” I hand him the wine and completely invade his space because I saved myself for him, and I’m going to get drunk and get this albatross of my virginity off my neck.
“Thanks.” He grins, and my heart picks up. He does have a nice smile: straight, white teeth and full lips.
“To tonight,” I say brazenly and don’t wait for him. I just clink my glass with his and start chugging.
Brody watches, but must sense that I’m not backing down, so he also starts to drink. Thank God his dad has good taste in wine. This is a delicious Bordeaux. It’s like a thick mouthful of flavor. I think I taste oak, maybe chocolate or berries. All I know is it went down way too easy, my head already feels better, and Brody’s skin is starting to have some color.
“Shall we sit?” I smile and lick my sweet-tasting lips.
He nods. His eyes dip to my breasts, and I almost scream to the ceiling, Thank you, God.
I don’t. Instead, I take his hand, he grabs the bottle of wine as we pass the island, and we walk out into the main room that’s now pretty much dark.
Little glittering lights from outside spill in. Otherwise, we’re all alone in our own cocoon of dark red wine and us.
I set my glass down and reach to take the bottle from him. He quickly drinks the rest of his wine, then grabs me and shoves his tongue down my throat.
I almost gag, but I’m so happy he’s taking the initiative that I moan and pull back enough so our tongues are twisting together, rather than having his be like a swab that tests you for strep throat.
His hands move to my ass, and he pulls me closer. We’re both thin, though, and I twist slightly so our hip bones aren’t touching. Screw it, might as well get this going. I slide my hand to cup his dick and start to rub. Again, I almost say a prayer of gratitude to the big man, and I’m not religious, but Brody Moore is definitely hard.
And all I can think of is it’s finally happening. I’m going to get laid. It might not be fantastic, but what first time is? And it’s with Brody. He’s gonna be gentle and sweet, which I assume will mean less pain. To be honest, I simply don’t want to be a forty-year-old virgin, and at the rate I’m going, I can see it happening.
“Raven?” My eyes pop open and I stare up at Brody. Shit, how long have I been drifting, not responding?
“Yeah?” I moan.
“Can I… can I go down on… you?” His voice trails off, and I decide right now that I hate when guys ask. My next boyfriend will not be an asker, that’s for sure.
“Yeah.” Trying to sound sexy, confident, I reach for the bottle and pour us some more wine. He takes his and downs it like a shot, then smiles.
I smile and follow. In the back of my head, I can’t help but think we’re kind of pathetic. I’m nineteen and he’s twenty-one, and we need a bottle of wine to give us enough courage.
I shake my head, mostly to clear those thoughts, but also to entice him as I pull down one strap of my slip dress, then the other, letting it shimmy down to my boots.
Then I stand, waiting for him to touch me. He doesn’t. In fact, he stares, so I step out of the dress, dramatically kick it aside, and drop down onto the white couch, absently wondering if we should go upstairs. I mean, this couch is really white. What if I bleed? But the comforter and sheets on my bed are also white… Jesus, Raven, focus. He’s still standing there.
“Brody…” Again, I moan. That seems to be working, so why change it up? He nods and nervously rubs his hands up and down his jeans.
Is he sweating? Thank God it’s dark. “Everything okay?” I say, still using the sexy voice.
“You’re so pretty.” He drops to his knees, and again, it shouldn’t bug me, because I’m grateful and all, but can’t he say beautiful? Stunning? Pretty might as well be cute.
“Oh God.” Then I bite my lip because that was not my sexy voice. That was a real, Oh God, because his hands, which are touching me, trying to pull my tiny G-string down, are definitely moist. I arch up to help him, but of course the string gets caught on one boot.
“Stop.” I take a breath and sit up, then gentle my voice. Even in the dark I can see the panic on his face. “Let me help.” I almost take my boots off, but with this tiny slip of fabric, it’s so easy to kick them off and toss them in the corner. I do that and lie back again.
Slowly, he inches forward. Looking up at the ceiling, I wonder if now is the time to close my eyes and think about him. His dark head with thick hair would make me want to run my hands through it. I arch a little since I can feel his breath on my clit, and for the first time I really do moan. And then my eyes pop open.
What the fuck is he doing? Or better yet, what is he not doing? He’s literally slobbering on my crotch and avoiding the most important spot.
Do I tell him to suck on my clit? What do I do?
“Does that feel good? Do you like it?” He looks up at me, a big smile on his face, like he just received an award at doing a job well done.
Wait, does he think I’m done? I swallow, then moan again and arch like a cat. This time I really do wrap my hands in his hair and shove his face back down. He gasps but tries again. It’s wet, from him, sloppy, and all around bad.
I can’t. I have to tell him. I go to open my mouth, but a voice stops me. My body freezes because, no!
Not him.
He can’t possibly have seen this.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but get your pathetic face out of Raven’s cunt.”
JETT
I shut the door to my Tesla and look out at the BMW parked in my front driveway.
“Who the fuck is this?” Pulling my phone from my suit pocket, I check my messages. I’ve just finished having dinner with a few friends. They wanted to continue, but after last night, and the fact that Raven is home alone, I decided to pass.
I scroll through the two from Emily wanting to know if she should stop by. I saw those at the restaurant. I’m looking for one from my assistant Larry. He basically runs my personal schedules and keeps an eye on the house. And here it is:
Larry: The daughter’s boyfriend is here.
The fuck? How am I just seeing this text? I look up at my house. No lights are on. Maybe they left, although his car is here.
Christ, if I have to deal with some punk wandering around my house freeloading off Raven… I turn my handle and the door opens.
Perfect, I’m gonna kill Larry. What’s he thinking leaving the door unlocked? It doesn’t matter that I have cameras and massive security; this is a fuckup, and he’d better have a good explanation.
“Does that feel good? Do you like it?” I stop as I set my phone and key fob down, adrenaline shooting through me so fast the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I walk straight through the kitchen and stop.
There she is.
My fucking Lolita.
Naked, on my couch, legs spread open with some skinny fuck’s head between her legs. For a moment, I feel as though I’m in a tunnel, and all I see are her full tits and his head, trying to eat what is clearly not his.
I take a breath, deciding whether to rip his head off her by force, or with my words. I choose words. The last thing I need is a scandal.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but get your pathetic face out of Raven’s cunt.”
Raven bolts up, and the boyfriend stumbles to his feet.
“I… Oh God. I… was just—”
I take off my jacket, tossing it on the chair as I command, “Lights on.” The room floods with light as I unbutton my bottom sleeve, and Raven tries to cover her full tits.
“Jett… I mean, Mr. Powers.” Her eyes are giant balls of deep blue; her lips are red yet not swollen from having a cock in her mouth.
“If you want to live”—my eyes lock with hers as I spit out orders to her pale-faced boyfriend—“I’d get the fuck out of here.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I don’t watch him run out of the room. The sound of the door slamming is enough. Jerking my tie off, I sink to my knees and grab her ankle boot.
When I jerk her cunt forward, she gasps. I’m beyond thinking. Consequences don’t apply right now.
My cock wants her, and I have no intention of denying myself.
“You don’t come unless you ask,” I hiss, then latch onto her swollen pink nub and suck. Her fucking pussy tastes like mangoes, sweet as sugar. She moans loudly, and I reach down to unbuckle my belt.
“Oh my God.” Small gasps come from her mouth as her hands and nails dig into my couch, and I spread her legs wider.
“Mr. Powers… I, need to, I’m going to…” My cock jumps at her calling me Mr. Powers. I like it a lot. I keep sucking on her clit, sensing when she starts to pulse and becomes wetter. Still, I need to see her beautiful face as I make her climax.
I lift my head and look down at her. Her breasts are flushed, her cheeks are pink, and her pretty pink pussy is glistening.
“That’s it.” Using my thumb, I rub her slickness back and forth so I can watch her come undone.
“You come for me, my pretty baby.” And she does. Screaming my name, she lets go, head thrown back, nipples hard and red. Her body jerks, her core pulses, and I watch it all.
“I… holy fuck.” She flops back as if she’s too drained to move.
Smiling, I stand and unbutton my slacks and free my large, aching cock.
“I…” Her eyes widen at my erection, which is already leaking. Christ, I’m glad she’s ready for me because I have no intention of waiting. I drop down onto the couch next to her and lift her up to straddle me. She grips the back of the couch.
“We can take our time later. I need to be inside you.” And I’m not lying. It’s as if I’ve been possessed by the way her pussy tasted, how pink and wet she is, how her eyes look at mine as if this need, this hunger that’s ravaging me is the same for her.
“Fuck me,” I say and grab both her hips, slamming her wet cunt down onto my cock. In one moment, the universe changes. Her tight, slick core envelops me, and I feel everything, including that barrier I broke through without even knowing. But I don’t care that she’s probably in pain. This is a pleasure that knows no bounds.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes and let her adjust to me.
“Talk to me,” I murmur, trying my best not to lift her up and slam her down on me again. But I’m losing the battle. Her cunt feels way too good.
“Thank you.” She smiles down at me as I grab the back of her neck, bringing her lips close to mine.
“You should have said something, not that it would have mattered.” I slap her ass and she gasps, and I take her lips roughly.
I’ve kissed probably hundreds of women. They all taste good, they all have a unique smell… but this one.
This Lolita is going to be my downfall because she tastes like a nectar I was born to drink, and has a cunt she’s saved only for my cock. Our tongues twist and I deepen the kiss while I prompt her to rub her clit on me.
“Oh God,” she whimpers and bites her bottom lip.
“Jesus Christ. You’re so tight, so fucking tight. You feel so good. You like having Mr. Powers’s cock inside you?” I pick up speed, digging my hands into her hips as I guide her, teach her how to fuck.
“Yes, I love having Mr. Powers’s cock inside me.” She growls most of it, but as soon as she says Mr. Powers, I let go. My stomach muscles tighten, and with one last hard thrust, I’m fucking gone, exploding into her warmth as my cock jerks my milk into her.
Staying deep inside her, I let us both catch our breaths and come back to earth and try to ignore that I not only just fucked my fiancée’s daughter, I took her virginity.
Hmm, not quite sure how I’m going to deal with this. I lift her up and ease her off me. We both groan at the loss. Well, I moan, and she hisses.
“You okay?” I stand with her and jerk my slacks up, zipping up but not bothering with buttoning. I take her hand. She seems a little stunned.
“Hey.” I force her to make eye contact.
“I’m fine.” She nods, then looks around, I’m assuming for her dress. But I like her naked.
“Come on.” I lace my hand with hers. “Let’s take a shower and sleep.”
“But my dress.” She tries to break free to get it, then stops and stares down at the couch.
“I… oh my God.” I look at where she stares, her face pale as if she’s just seen a murder.
“I’ll have it replaced.” I smirk. Not gonna lie—seeing that giant wet cum stain and her blood is a huge turn-on. I feel like a king who just conquered a country and now gets to enjoy the treasures of my pillaging.
“Wait, we… I… just slept with my mother’s fiancé.” She whispers the slept part and covers her mouth, and I can’t help it. I let out a laugh.
“Oh, Raven.” I pull her into my arms and whisper into her ear, “You fucked your mother’s fiancé hard. Such a naughty girl you are. Tomorrow I’ll see about punishing you.” She shivers, and my cock hardens again at the thought of training her to do what I like.
“But my mom…”
“Rachel won’t find out.” I pull her up the stairs with me, and into the very bedroom that I share with her mom.
“This is… bad, right?” She stands, looking like a fucking goddess, naked with only her boots. I start to unbutton my shirt. I don’t need to reassure her this shouldn’t have happened.
It shouldn’t have, but as soon as I saw her, I knew I was gonna fuck her. I didn’t know she’d be, without a doubt, the fuck of the century.
That’s probably not good. Well, hopefully I can get enough of her delightful body while Rachel is gone. Worst case, we can always sneak.
I toss my shirt in the hamper while Raven just stares as if she’s fighting a battle. That is noble, but pointless.
Kicking off my shoes, I strip off my slacks and grab my hard cock, stroking it.
“Come here, Raven,” I command.
She jumps and licks her lips, but moves toward me right when my cell phone starts ringing. We both look at my slacks, which I’ve just discarded.
“Get my phone.” My eyes trail up her body and stop at the dried blood on her thighs. She shakes her head no, as if she knows it’s her mother.
“The phone, now,” I remind her.
Slowly she reaches for it, sighing when it stops ringing, her eyes looking at the screen as she hands it to me.
“Thank you.” I smile at her. She gazes at me, then at my hand, which is picking up speed as I jack myself off.
“Kneel,” I order. The phone starts ringing again.
“I can’t.” She swallows and tries to leave, but I grab her arm.
“Raven. You’re gonna obey. Now take my cock in your mouth. I need to talk to your mother.”
Her eyes grow huge, but her nipples are rock hard. She hesitates, and the phone stops ringing again.
She walks toward me. “You can’t be serious.”
“Open your legs.”
“Why?” She groans as I approach her and waits, then opens her legs. My fingers slide right into her.
“That’s why. It feels good, doesn’t it?” I slide my two fingers in and out of her while pushing on Rachel’s number.
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you,” she grumbles.
“Hold on, my love. Let me put you on speaker.”
Raven gasps, but her pussy gets wetter. Smirking, I remove my fingers and she moans. I cock my head and push the speaker.
“How’s New York?” When I push her head down, she drops to her knees and I shove my cock in her mouth, closing my eyes at how good it feels. In an instant, she starts to gag.
“Tiring. I’ve been pumping Courtney up all day. She’s super nervous about changing her look. I’m going to charge her double since I’m holding her hand through all of this.”
Rachel continues to talk, but I’m done listening. I toss the phone on the bed so both my hands can better guide Raven’s head. Smiling, I caress her cheek with one hand while wrapping the other around the base of her hair. She tries her hardest to stay quiet while she takes my giant cock.
“Fuck.” I gasp for breath. As twisted as this is, my cock has never been harder. What is it about this one? From the second I laid eyes on her…
“Exactly. Fuck is right. I mean, musicians are so insecure. She’s a giant star.”
Raven’s eyes dart up to mine at her mother’s bitchy voice. Have to hand it to Rachel—she truly believes the world revolves around her.
I grin, pulling Raven’s hair back as she pops off me, saliva dripping down her mouth, and I almost growl like a caveman at how fucked up I am. This is hot, and I have zero intention of stopping.
“Suck,” I demand, grinning at her small gasp as my thumb rubs back and forth on her full, pouty lips and dips in and out of her mouth.
“It really does suck. And, oh my God, I ran into Gigi. I almost didn’t recognize her. She’s gained probably thirty pounds. I was embarrassed being seen with her.” Rachel continues to badmouth a friend, spewing ugliness.
Tilting my head, I stare down at Raven, wondering if she’s like her mother. Not that I care. I’m satisfying a craving, and I guess helping her out. Who stays a virgin at nineteen? My hand tightens on her hair, and I jerk her head back, looking into her sapphire eyes as if I can find answers. They swim with desire and something else, but I’m not the one who should figure that out.
Despite how much of a bitch Rachel is, I am going to marry her. “Breathe through your nose.” I smirk as I remove my thumb and replace it with my cock.
And I forget everything else. No more listening to Rachel tell me she is breathing. All I want is to watch Raven suck and try to take my giant cock as far as she can.
She gags, but her blue eyes stay locked with mine. Back and forth, I guide her head as my balls, slick with her saliva, tighten.
