Chapter Six – Gordon
Lindsey’s tongue and mouth did things to my cock I never managed to feel before. This was different. It didn’t feel like we were at war for dominance like the first time we fucked.
Instead, she submitted to me.
She knew I was the alpha, she knew it was my cock she was sucking.
For once. She was treating this as pleasure and not a competition to see who could cum first.
“God, Lindsey, right there. Suck that side harder,” I grunted, bucking my hips into her mouth. I also tried to keep quiet, since the cockpit wasn’t too far from us.
It was my plane, but people loved to gossip.
Good thing I gave the pilot instructions to knock before leaving his cockpit.
My balls tightened. I had a load to give her.
“So good,” Lindsey mumbled, her hands begging to fly down and relieve her pussy. “Mmph, it’s so fucking big. Nice to know you’re not compensating for anything with all these things.”
I stifled a chuckle as she plowed back onto my cock.
I hissed. “Lindsey!” A thick barrage of cum shot out my cock, and down her throat. She coughed but soon caught up and swallowed the rest down.
Lindsey shot up onto her feet and pulled her dress up. “Alright, Gordon, time to give me some sweet release as well. After all, it’s not the mile-high club unless you go all the—”
I held her hips as she began to straddle me. “Let’s stop it right here for now.”
“What? You’re still sort of hard.”
“I can fix that,” I said, pulling her dress down. It was a shame to turn down such perfect pussy. But I needed to show her I wasn’t just here for the pleasure she could give me. If only Lindsey knew how much damn wife material she was to me…
“You are an odd man. Whatever. But you’re gonna have to satisfy me later for this.”
She bit her lip and sat back down in her seat with a loud sigh. My cock was aching to be inside of her as much as her pussy wanted me inside.
I clenched my thighs and buttocks to help take this semi-erection down. If I didn’t it’d only continue to get harder, then I’d be fucking her loudly on the floor.
Lindsey kept her focus out the window and I took out my laptop to see how things were going at the office. Richard sent a few emails, saying he had a few contracts that were signed that netted us billions.
***
The plane landed four hours later, and Lindsey was fast asleep. I couldn’t wait to tease her about her epic snoring.
“Lindsey, wake up, dear, we’re here,” I cooed into her ear.
“Huh?” she mumbled, sitting up. She probably didn’t know she fell asleep on my shoulder too. “Wow, we’re…here?” she asked, rubbing her eyes and looking out the window.
“Yes.”
When the plane landed, the steps were brought out and a limo was there to escort us.
“Hey,” Lindsey folded her arms and looked at me with her brows down, “don’t we have to go through immigration or something?”
“There’s a special procedure for me. But in short? Yes.”
I opened the door for her and she slid in. “Wow, nice Limo. Kind of wide compared to the ones back in the U.S.”
She looked around the limo and poked at some of the interior.
“Thank you. And yes, Canadian made things are very sturdy.”
“I’m surprised you’re not living here,” Lindsey said, resting back into the seat.
“Maybe. You never know about the future.”
***
We arrived at the ceremony hall inside the Grande Hotel de Pisque. It was a posh place, usually reserved by very wealthy people when they wanted to get married or hold parties.
I remembered that Stacy said her friends were married and coupled up to some powerful men.
“This place is amazing,” Lindsey marveled, looking at the glittering chandeliers above us. Yes, she’d have even better if she were married to me.
Time was running out. But I still held out hope. Lindsey was going to be mine, whether I had to pay her or not. She was the only one I could see myself being with.
That fire…it matched me.
I looked at her again, from her heels to her freshly cut red bob.
“Are you okay?” she asked me. “You look pretty dazed out.”
“It’s nothing. It’s only jet lag. I’ll survive.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, my God, Stacy?! Stacy!” Lindsey hopped over to her friend when she saw her enter into the ceremony room. The reception was going to be held in a few hours, and people were busy scrambling around to make sure things were all situated.
Lindsey gave her friend Stacy a big hug. Then Stacy’s eyes fell on me, and her mouth dropped.
“Hey, is that a date I see?” Stacy asked.
“Well, I couldn’t show up as a third wheel,” Lindsey said. “Meet Gordon. Gordon, Stacy.”
I reached out and shook her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” I said.
“Me too! Glad you came.” Stacy shot a look at Lindsey. “Is this serious? Do I need to start planning to go to another wedding?”
Lindsey’s face flustered. “W-What?! No, it’s not like that. We’re just friends.”
Stacy looked back at me.
“Well, I’d rather become much more than friends.”
Stacy’s face lit up with joy while Lindsey tried her best to keep her regular cool and calm composure. I chuckled and stepped to the side, so the flower people could finish doing their job with decorating the rows of chairs.
“Lindsey, how about you stay here while I go run off and do something quickly?”
Lindsey raised an eyebrow, sensing I was up to something. “Fine. But don’t go straying too far.”
Stacy and Lindsey huddled off down the aisle, talking about the wedding while I headed the other way. No doubt the wedding would take a few hours, and I knew we weren’t going to be in the condition to want to jump on a plane for another four-hour journey back to the states.
Plus, Lindsey might even want to stay with Stacy a few days while we’re here in Canada.
I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t have a few days. But I shook off the worry and kept going. I was Gordon Glen, I got anything I wanted, and I was going to have Lindsey, no if and or buts about it.
The concierge desk was right ahead of me, they weren’t too busy, but even a handful of customers could keep their profit margin healthy.
“Oh, my God, this place is like, so posh!” a familiar, yet irritating voice squeaked out.
My gut began to tie itself into knots.
So, I ignored the feeling and pressed on to the front desk. For a two-night stay, the total bumped to fifteen grand. I was surprised it was so low for a place of this caliber.
“Gordon?!” that familiar voice squealed again from behind.
I turned around and saw Samantha. She stalked over, her shoulders rocking side to side.
“Fancy meeting you here. Business trip?”
My memories of her were not fond.
Her presence painted a bad vibe on the current situation.
“No. You?”
She scooted up next to me and attempted to hold my arm.
“I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m not single, and from what I remember, you weren’t really interested in me either.”
It was just my money. And she loved it in huge fucking amounts. She pouted and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes.
“And? Don’t you old rich men just fuck and spend money?” She jutted her hip out. “I was helping you! I can help you again too,” she purred, running a finger down my chest.
I turned away from her to sign my receipt and get my room keys.
“I’m talking to you!” she huffed.
“And if you do again,” I said, towering over her, “I’ll call security.”
I walked around her and went to get Lindsey. If she saw her with me, she would harm her, or lie to her.
I popped my head back into the ceremony room. In such a short amount of time the room was more put together.
“Lindsey,” I called out, waving her over. She planted a kiss on top of Stacy’s head and skipped over to me.
“Hey, something wrong? You look…troubled.” Lindsey tapped her finger on her chin, trying to figure me out.
“Come, I got us a room, so you can rest until the wedding begins.”
I looped my arm around her waist and monitored every step we took to make sure Samantha wasn’t around.
Waiting at the elevator, I kept looking around. I wondered what other poor man she snatched up, so she could drink his money down a straw? I tapped my foot and mashed the button to the elevator a few more times.
Lindsey lightly placed her foot on top of mine to stop me from tapping it.
“I don’t know you as the nervous type. Is there something you need to tell me, Gordon?” Lindsey asked, folding her arms. Her eyes glared into mine, demanding the truth.
“No, nothing. Just, some rivals…”
“I call bull shit. But whatever, I’ll find out soon.”
“You will?”
“I’m good at attracting that kinda luck, rich guy. But all that aside,” the elevator bell rung and the gold-plated doors swept open, “you owe me from a few hours ago.”
“I do?”
“Come on, we have a room now. Equipped with a bed. You’re not resting until I get my goodies.” She winked and bumped me with her hip. My cock twitched with excitement. Stepping onto the elevator, the doors began to close. My cock began to press tight against my boxers, and I couldn’t help but give it a little eager squeeze.
A hand flew into the door to stop it from closing, and Samantha jumped right in.
“Sam?” Lindsey said.
Wait, she knew her?!
“Lindsey!” she sang, elongating her name in a tune. She smothered Lindsey in a hug after pushing the button to her floor, yet oddly enough, Lindsey frowned. She didn’t look too pleased. She didn’t return the hug either.
“Samantha, how the hell did you get up here?” She struggled against her hug, while Samantha shot me a toxic look.
That was a threat.
“I found out about Stacy’s wedding through the grapevine. So, I told her I haven’t seen you in ages, I’d like to surprise you and she invited me!”
Lindsey grunted. “I hope you behave here in Canada. This isn’t the USA. Immigration here will look past your looks.”
I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to say two words to Samantha.
But…I’d have to say something to Lindsey. Soon.