Chapter Twenty
Caroline
I sat in my room on the edge of my bed, watching the time move from minute to minute on the small clock that rested on top of the nightstand. I had no idea that Harrison was as well off as he was, because he never showed it. From the books, I could estimate how much money he made, but the fact that he had a personal jet and could get separate rooms at a five-star hotel in Los Angeles said a lot. From the looks of it, it seemed that Harrison was a perfect fit for me, and it wasn’t just about the money. It was the way he could calm the storms that raged inside of me. How, with a few words, he could smooth over the roughest areas of my life. He was a businessman, and on top of it all, he was attractive even at his age.
I fell backward onto my mattress. I imagined that I could see through the ceiling and observe what Harrison was doing right at this moment. Maybe he was in the shower? I envisioned water dripping from his muscles as he washed his jet black hair. I bit my bottom lip and slid my hand into my vagina. My fingers walked inside of my panties as images of his physique taunted me from above. Stop it, Caroline! Stop! No sex! I snatched my hand out of my thong and laid still in the bed. As much as I tried to shoo the thoughts away, they came back again with a vengeance.
I sat upright and paced the room as my pussy lips throbbed. A fiery rage of lust burned in my heart as I tapped my foot against the carpet. I glanced at the door, and in an instant, I picked up my room key, grabbed the company card, and left. When I got onto the elevator, I pressed the button for the ground level, but I started going up. Shit, this fucking elevator is going up!? It felt like fate had pushed me closer to Harrison, and in no time, the doors on the 17th floor opened up. A man smiled at me as I stood to the side in the elevator. “Good evening.”
“Hello,” I said as he stepped onto the platform.
Before the door closed, I stuck my hand in the middle. He laughed. “Indecisive?”
“Very. I am sorry.”
The door closed as I slowly walked to Harrison’s room. What are you doing here, Caroline? What are you doing here? Just turn around. Go to your room. My body did whatever it wanted though, and before I realized what was going on, I was eagerly knocking at his door. “Caroline,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon. Is everything alright? Do you need something?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
I stepped closer to him. My breasts pressed against his body as I tipped up and planted my lips onto his. He released the door as he put his arms around me and danced his tongue around in my mouth. He told me he was going to be on his best behavior, but I didn’t care about that. He asked me what I needed, and I told him with my actions. I backed him into this bed and lifted his shirt over his head.
I kissed him on the lips as he wrestled with the buckle on my pants. My breathing intensified because I had been waiting for this moment ever since the last time he entered me. Suddenly, he picked me up and sat me on his lap as he ran his hands up my back and loosened my bra strap.
I leaned forward and kissed him on his neck as his hands firmly gripped my backside. I ground on top of him. He put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my round breasts and erect nipples. He licked his tongue around their firmness as I squirmed; the sensation sent chills throughout my body before he engulfed my breasts inside of his mouth.
I reached my hands into his pants until I wrestled his penis free from its cage, and without warning, I removed myself from his lap and slid my mouth around it. Harrison leaned back as I licked the shaft of his penis and massaged his balls with the other hand. “Yes,” he moaned in a voice that was barely audible as he slid his dick completely inside my mouth. The tip of it brushed against the back of my throat until I pulled the saliva-covered penis out of my mouth.
I licked the shaft and wrapped my hand around his dick as he stood up and grabbed me by the waist. He flipped me upside down with ease and planted his mouth right onto my vagina as I slid my mouth back around his dick. I dug my nails into his buttocks as he brushed his tongue over my clit and sent a thunderous vibration through my legs until a rush of moisture exploded from my pussy.
He let me down and tossed me onto the bed, but like a magnet, his dick was drawn right to my vagina as he mounted me and pinned my legs back by my head. My tits bounced up and down as he pounded me, his muscular chest bulging with each thrust inside me. “Yes, Harrison. Yes,” I moaned, pushing him deeper inside of me. He pushed his lips against mine and twirled his tongue around in my mouth as I gripped onto the edge of the mattress. “Again,” I said in a breath devoid of life. “I’m coming again.”
I pressed my nails into his back as I peaked, and my legs shook vigorously each time he moved in and out of me. Moments later, I felt his cum shoot inside of me, and as his penis jumped, I licked my lips and sucked my finger like it was his dick. “Wait a minute,” he said as he moved down to my vagina. “I want to taste it.” He stuck his tongue into my vagina as I put my hands on the back of his head, guiding him around as he twirled his tongue inside of me. Suddenly, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and balanced me as he stood up and pinned me against the wall. He licked my pussy while I was pinned against the wall, eight feet off the ground. The thrill increased the intensity of my ecstasy. I pinned my hands against his head as he French-kissed my lips and danced his tongue around my clitoris until I felt my legs shaking on his shoulders.
I looked down at him as he moved his head back and forth, “Yes,” I said in a voice that was barely audible. Minutes later, I came again. His tongue slurped every bit of moisture from my pussy and into his mouth as I moaned out loud, my legs squeezing around his neck like a boa constrictor. He walked over to the bed and laid me down as I panted on my back. He climbed on top of me like a lion pouncing on its prey. He took one leg and held it up as he thrusted himself into me without remorse. My mouth hung open as if I wanted to scream but couldn’t get the sound to leave my throat. He pounded me from behind as he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it towards him. I pounded on the mattress as pain mixed perfectly with pleasure. He smacked my ass with so much force that I felt the sting for minutes after he hit it. He pushed himself deeper inside of me as he came again, and with that, I yelled out loud.
He shoved my head into a pillow to muffle my screams. His dick was bigger than I remembered as he bent me over from behind and spread my cheeks as far as they would go. I smacked the mattress with an open hand as he held my waist steady and thrust himself deeper inside of me. I felt his dick jump, and at that moment, I knew he was coming again. Soon after, he plopped down onto the mattress beside me, breathing heavy like he had just run a mile. It felt like we both did. “Um,” I said, trying to catch my breath, “this time, we can say it was my fault.”
He laughed as I turned towards him. His chest glistened with sweat as he laid on his back. I nestled in closer to him as he reached his arm around me and held me tight. “So, how do you feel now?”
This was nothing like it was before. Afterward, I felt a strong sense of guilt permeating my body, but now, I was calm. Now, it was just like everything between us was natural, and I had no sorrow for what we just did. “I feel amazing, Harrison. Absolutely amazing.”
“Oh, really? I can’t say that I am not surprised.”
I walked my fingers across his chest. “Yeah, I knew it would catch you by surprise, but you were right. Who gives a damn what anybody else thinks on the outside looking in. They don’t know what is going on between us. They don’t understand how we have connected through the loss of my best friend – and your daughter. They don’t have to understand though, because they are not in our shoes. It is just me and you, and that is all that matters.”
He kissed me on my forehead as we laid on top of his king-sized mattress. “My sentiments exactly. But,” he added, “if I ever run into Johnathan, I am still going to beat the shit out of him.”
I elbowed him in his side. “No, Harrison, you are not. He seems like the type of guy that will press charges if you attack him, and I don’t want you going to jail over something like this.”
“Honestly, I don’t care about that. I will post bail in the next hour, and trust me, I would pay every penny with a smile on my face if it meant that I was able to bash that guy's face in.”
I kissed him on his cheek, then propped my leg over his. He put his hand on my bare behind, and that was the last thing I remembered before I gave in to sleep.