Natalie
Being with Jordan was the easiest thing I’d ever done. In spite of the age and economic differences, we just worked. Being together around the clock might’ve been an issue for another couple, but for us it was perfect.
The day after I moved in he took me to his record store for the first time. I’d expected the store to be sleek and ultra modern, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Seaside Vinyl was one of a trio of stores above a real estate company right out on Pacific Coast Highway. When Jordan opened the door for me and I walked in, I fell in love. The walls were decorated with classic album covers and posters. On either side of the store there were small sitting areas with turntables to listen to a selection of records that Jordan explained he had multiples of. The collectible and hard to get vinyl weren’t allowed to be touched until purchase, which made sense.
I loved his taste in music. Growing up on movie sets with people who were older than me meant I loved the classics. Jordan was surprised and then thrilled that I knew all of his favorite bands, and he had opinions about my favorite songs. The store was open only when he was available to be there, which was quirky but charming. He had a website and an app that he kept updated for customers to know exactly when he’d be around. He’d explained that the vinyl business wasn’t ever going to be a huge moneymaker, so taking on staff and having set hours wouldn’t have been a necessary expenditure.
We were at the store most weekdays from nine to noon or from two to five. When we there he’d let me play whatever I wanted, and I enjoyed it immensely. He was a good teacher, too. I learned a lot about the vinyl business and how it worked, as well as how a retail business worked which was exactly what I needed for my senior project.
The customers who came and went tended to be collectors, most who knew him by name. They’d come in to pick up orders or to make a request, and Jordan would talk to them about things he was on the hunt for. I found the whole thing fascinating.
Toward the end of my second week at the store we were sitting next to each other at one of the listening areas talking about life when I asked him why he chose to open a vinyl store when he already had the sex shops. He grimaced as he traced his finger in circles across the inside of the palm of my hand.
“I needed something I felt passionate about,” he explained. “The erotic shops have been great for money, but it’s not like…”
He trailed off for a few seconds as he got his thoughts together.
“It’s never been something I felt like I had to do,” he said after a few seconds. “I made the first thruster on a lark for a friend’s girlfriend. She fell in love with the damn thing and started telling her friends about it. Word spread and the next thing I knew, I was selling them out of my dorm room. After about eight months I was approached by one of the world’s biggest erotic toy manufacturers. They wanted to buy it, patent and all. I said no and then promptly took the paperwork with their offer to the bank a year later. I took out a small loan to do a production run myself.”
“But how did you get them into stores?” I asked.
“The demand was high and word of mouth was huge, so it wasn’t as hard as it might have been if I hadn’t had that. Still, I put the peddle to the metal and went to every erotic shop in Southern California during my free time. I was scared shitless I would fail, but that didn’t happen. The first run of thrusters sold out within a week. After that, it just exploded. Working in the industry was a real eye-opener. I’d never known it generated as much cash as it did. I worried the thrusters would fall out of favor and I wanted to capture the market somehow. I opened the first store shortly after I graduated college and within five years, I had ten.”
“It’s clearly a cash cow,” I’d teased. “What’s next for the stores? Are you working on any new inventions or that not your thing anymore?”
“I didn’t want to say anything until it was a done deal, but I might as well tell you now.”
I was immediately nervous. Jordan was a straight shooter, and we talked almost non-stop. I feared he was going to say he was going away on an extended business trip, and my stomach sank like a stone.
“I’m selling the stores,” he said.
I was thrilled the worst case scenario I'd immediately jumped to wasn't correct, but also stunned to hear he was selling.
“You are?”
“I am. The distributor who offered to buy the thrusters way back when I was in college has been making offers for years. I just finished negotiating what I would accept. They’ve got the financing in place, and there’s a board meeting next week for their company to vote on it. Since it’s a no brainer financially for them to take on what is essentially a golden goose, I think it’s going to happen.”
“But a few days before I showed up for that first day of Senior Project, Robert told me you were looking to expand to Arizona and Nevada in the next two years.”
He laughed as he linked our fingers together and squeezed my hand.
“That was before I met you, Angel. In an instant, I saw the fork in the road, and I chose the path that would take us forward. Leaving my past behind was the right thing to do.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t be selling sex toys anymore. I don’t want you exposed to it. That isn’t worthy of you, and it isn’t how we’re going to live our lives.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You mean you’re giving this all up for me?”
“No,” he said firmly. “I’ve given up nothing, Angel. I have you, which means I have everything.”
“I’m speechless,” I murmured. “I’m worried you’ll be mad later because you had to have lost money. I hope you don’t think I was against it, or—”
He moved swiftly, lifting me up from my chair and pulling me into his lap.
“Oh Angel,” he sighed. “You’re so off base. I know we haven’t had the money talk, but you have nothing to worry about. Before I agreed to sell the stores, I was a billionaire. In addition to the stores and the online stuff, I own a ton of real-estate. Once this goes through, I’ll be even richer. This is in no way a loss. If I never work another day in my life and live off the interest from investing this money, we’d still be rich and so will our children. It doesn’t matter, though. Even if it made me a pauper, I’d have chosen you, Natalie. Making decisions for the good of our relationship is a no brainer.”
My lower lip trembled as I stared into his eyes. He had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever known, and I adored him. The way he made me feel was priceless, and the way he treated me was beyond my wildest expectations.
“I don’t know how you do it, but you’re unbelievably gifted at making me feel like your princess,” I murmured as I dropped a kiss on his lips.
He cupped either side of my face and looked into my eyes. “It’s easy when I love you as much as I do. You’re my life, Angel.”
I gasped as I stared back at him, his face growing blurry as my eyes filled with tears.
“Really?” I squeaked. “You love me?”
“Loved you the minute you looked up at me with those big blue eyes. Loved you more when you spoke to me for the first time. Loved you when you said you wanted to come with me. Loved you when I took your virginity. You hit me like a goddamn freight train, and I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“I love you too,” I said emotionally. “You’re my Prince Charming.”
I kissed him then, deeply. He let me take charge, his hands taking up residence at my waist when I straddled him in the chair. Our tongues slid together sensually as I rocked back and forth on his lap. It went on and on, a slow and deep exploration of each other that transcended everything. I wasn’t even aware we were in the store until he ripped his mouth from mine and stood up. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us to the door. After turning the CLOSED sign to face out, he pulled the shade and locked up.
“Couldn’t let anyone walk in on this,” he chuckled.
I laughed as he walked us back to the chair and sat down before pulling me into another series of hot wet kisses. A few minutes later I pulled back breathlessly and slid from his lap and down to the floor, where I got between his legs and removed his shoes and socks as he stared down at me intently.
I’d begged and pleaded, but Jordan had staunchly refused to allow me to give him a blowjob until he got his test results back. He’d gotten the results on the way into the vinyl store that morning. The results were not surprising, seeing as how he was a condom freak. But he’d been focused like a laser on knowing for sure.
My caveman dragged me with him to the doctor the day after we made love for the first time so he could get himself tested. He’d been given a clean bill of health just forty days before at his yearly physical, and he’d faithfully used condoms ever since the first time he had sex as a teenager, but he insisted on being one hundred percent certain he was good enough for me. It was just another thing he did that made me love him more.
After opening the snap on his jeans, I stared up at him as I ever so slowly lowered the zipper. “Today’s the day,” I smiled. “You can’t say no anymore.”
“God, Angel,” he said huskily as he lifted his hips so I could take off his boxers and jeans. “I never wanted to say no, but I needed to be sure. If something had been wrong with me and I gave it to you because I was too stupid to check… I would’ve lost it.”
“Your doctor and I were right the whole time,” I teased sweetly as I turned back from dropping his clothes next to his shoes. “There was never anything to worry about.”
“Thank fuck,” he said in a strained voice as I leaned in and traced my tongue up his shaft.
Jordan’s body was ridiculously hot. For two weeks I’d seen it daily, but it never got old. I loved the size of his cock, loved how thick, smooth and veiny it was. I was also in love with it because it brought me dozens and dozens of orgasms.
I’d spent enough time on Porn Hub that I knew that the wetter I got his cock, the better it would be. I was tentative at the beginning since it was my first blowjob, but it came to me surprisingly easy. At least the words of encouragement and the harsh gasps coming from Jordan made it seem easy. He was obviously loving it, which made me like it even more.
My goal was to make him feel the way I did when he went down on me. When Jordan’s tongue touched my clit, it always felt electric. I wanted him to have a similar experience. My actions started off slow but got faster as my confidence grew. I slurped on his cock as I shuttled up and down and worked my fist on the sizable portion of his dick that I couldn’t reach with my mouth. When I cupped his balls in my hand, he let out a loud moan.
"Oh fuck, that's amazing, Angel. Just like that."
His hips bucked up as I sucked on his sensitive tip, wiggling my tongue around the entire area.
“Natalie,” he gasped. “Fuck, baby!”
I lifted off his cock and smiled. “Do you want to cum in my mouth, Daddy?”
It was the first time I’d ever called him that, but his reaction made it clear he loved it. His eyes went wide, flaring with passion as he gaped down at me.
“Jesus, fuck,” he panted. “That’s so goddamn hot. Yes, baby. Daddy wants to cum in your pretty little mouth.”
I opened my mouth and took him back in, drooling onto his cock as I bobbed up and down. Within seconds he was there. Letting out a husky wail, he gripped my head and started cumming in my mouth. I’d been a little afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle it, but it was fine. His warm seed was salty and a little bitter, but it slid down my throat without any problem.
I kept going up and down until he stopped cumming, and then I slowly pulled off. His breath was coming in rapid gusts as he stared down at me with lust filled eyes.
“My sweet fucking girl,” he rasped. “You just blew my mind with that perfect tongue. I’m going to need that all the time.”
I smiled as I wiped my lower lip and batted my eyelashes at him. “Was it my mouth or the way I called you Daddy that got you?”
Jordan chuckled as he pulled me onto his lap. “That was pretty fucking hot because it felt so taboo,” he admitted. “But that isn’t what made that blowjob perfect. That was all you, Angel.”
He kissed me then, completely unconcerned that I’d just swallowed his cum. I writhed against him as he pulled my cotton sundress up and over my head, leaving me in just a pair of underwear. The cool air in the store made my nipples pucker as I stared down at him.
“It’s unbelievable,” he murmured, “how fucking beautiful you are.”
One of his hands slid up my back as he pulled me in closer so he could lick and suck on my breasts. He worked back and forth between them both, careful to give them equal attention as I rubbed my panty covered sex against his once again hardened dick.
I let out a long sigh when he dipped his free hand into my underwear and touched my clit. He fingered me masterfully before sliding two inside and rubbing my clit with his thumb. Holding onto his shoulders, I rocked on his fingers as he continued sucking my tits.
I moaned when he popped off my nipple and looked up at me. “Feels like this tight wet pussy is ready to be fucked,” he said huskily.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Jordan.”
“Look at me, Angel.”
I looked into his eyes as I continued riding his hand.
“I want to cum in your hot little cunt,” he told me. “Are you going to let me in there without any condom? There’ll be nothing to stop you from getting pregnant.”
It sounded so hot, the two of us together with absolute nothing to stop nature taking its course. I’d started imagining having his babies the first night we made love, so the idea of him getting me pregnant wasn’t a turn off at all.
“Holy fuck,” he grinned as I clenched against his fingers. “I knew my bad little girl would want me to fill her little pussy full of cum so she can have our babies. You don’t know how bad I want to watch your belly grow, Angel. I would love for your tits to be full of milk I could suck on while I fuck you.”
I lost it, throwing my head back with a shriek as I came on his fingers as they plunged in and out of me. I was still coming when he pulled his fingers out, lifted me up and sank me down onto his thick cock. I cried out as I gripped his shoulders and started riding.
“Fill me up,” I whimpered. “I want all of you.”
Jordan thrust up hard, the tip of his cock hitting that magical spot inside of me that made me clench against him. I loved the way his dick bottomed out inside of me.
“You have all of me,” he promised. “Every single part of me belongs to you, now and forever. I love you, Natalie.”
I rode him hard as I cried out how much I loved him, too. When he started rubbing my clit again, I came with a scream. He took control as my orgasm ended, taking his hand off my clit so he could hold onto my hips as he fucked up into me frantically. When I felt the first jet of his cum inside of me, my eyes rolled back, and I came again. I was so out of it I didn’t even notice when he pitched forward and laid me down on the floor, slamming in and out of me as he filled me up.