Chapter 11
Madison
Standing next to Zach in the elevator was almost like torture. I had not expected to see him at the gym, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t on my mind while I trudged through my workout. It was funny. I felt like someone was staring at me the whole time I was working out, but I didn’t want to turn around and be rude so I just kept going.
Being gawked at in this city was no strange occurrence, especially since I chose to work out downtown in one of the richest areas. Men stared all the time, thinking because they had a lot of money and ran big companies, they had the inherent right to ogle any woman’s ass they wanted. Some women were flattered, some women like me ignored it, but then there were the women that I loved watching go off on a man and make him feel way smaller than he ever imagined he could. I mean, I wasn’t about demeaning someone, but sometimes, these guys really deserved it.
Now knowing it was Zach behind me in the gym almost made me more aroused, knowing the entire time we were working out, he was thinking about my ass. I looked up at Zach, uncomfortable with the tension between us as the elevator moved up to the top floor. The doors were gold and reflective, and it was his personal elevator. I had only ever seen places like this on television, and now that I was inside of it, it seemed a bit overdone.
The doors to the penthouse opened, and I stepped inside, feeling the air hit me with a smell of lavender and patchouli. The place was absolutely amazing, with its high ceilings and large windows that spanned the entire living room. You could see the whole city from Zach’s couch. The furniture was classy, but eclectic, with straight lines and simple details. He had several large pieces of original artwork hanging on the walls, and I was immediately drawn to them.
I looked around at the stainless-steel kitchen and large oak table to the left, that could fit at least ten people. I couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to go out with me. I was a poor artist who lived in a one room apartment in Brooklyn. The kind of woman I pictured with Zach would be someone rich, from an affluent family, and covered in grace and class.
“Is Italian okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, mesmerized by the art on the walls.
“Okay.” He chuckled, walking off with his phone.
I stood looking around me, feeling slightly intimidated by Zach’s lifestyle. What was I really supposed to say, standing in a place like this? I didn’t even know whether I was supposed to sit on the couch or not. When he returned, he smiled and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“The food will be here in fifteen,” he said. “Glass of wine?”
“Sure,” I replied with blushed cheeks. “You have an amazing place.”
“Thank you.” He sighed. “I just wish I got to spend more time in it.”
He showed me around the giant penthouse, pointing out the art and explaining where he had gotten each piece. I liked the fact that he bought art because it spoke to him, not because the galleries dictated to him what he should buy. In reality, the galleries were what controlled the popularity of an artist, not the actual artist themselves. The galleries would pick the work they knew could draw the most money and the most attention, then hike up the prices.
I personally had seen street vendors with work better than some of the shows I had hung, which was another reason why I was so frustrated with my job. However, making it as a private artist was pretty much unheard of, especially in a city saturated with them, so I stayed where I was.
The phone rang, and Zach gave the okay for the food to be delivered. When the kid delivering opened the elevator doors and stepped inside, Zach immediately emptied his hands and paid him, tipping him over a hundred dollars. For a moment, I considered switching jobs with this kid.
Zach pulled out plates, silverware, and glasses, and I helped him set the table. There was something really strange but really comfortable in that simple gesture, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit more at home with Zach in his penthouse. He smiled at me as he poured the wine and served our plates.
The food was absolutely amazing, and the conversation was even better. I couldn’t help but sit there and smile as he told me about his life, his childhood, and what he wanted out of his company. He was a really intelligent man, and that alone made him extremely attractive, not to mention his sexy body and deeply seductive features. I was pretty much done for, before I even started. When we were done with the food, I helped him clear the table, and we took our wine into the living room.
I sat down on the couch and smiled as he sat down next to me. His scent was absolutely intoxicating. The pull between us was insane, and I knew almost immediately that I was not going to be just sitting here, sipping wine.
He leaned in, kissed my cheek, and moved down my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm breath traveling down to my shoulders. He reached up, took my glass from my hand, and set it on the table next to the couch. Immediately, my hands slid up his thighs, and I turned toward him, letting him slip his tongue into my mouth and taste me. Everything about this man was turning me on, and I could feel my resolve weakening by the second.
As our lips moved against one another’s, his hands roamed my body, massaging my breasts and sliding down to my thighs. He pushed my legs apart and slid his hands between them, feeling the heat and wetness through my pants. I moaned softly into his mouth as he massaged my pussy, making it very difficult for me to control myself.
I ran my hand up his leg and over his massive erection, squeezing my palm over the shaft. He shifted to the floor in front of me and began to pull down my pants. I put my hand down over his and looked at him warily. He pushed between my legs and leaned close to my ear.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’m not going to fuck you with my dick, just my fingers.”
The sound of his voice and the warm breath coming from his mouth sent shivers up my spine. I moaned as he pushed his hand down over my pussy and wiggled his fingers. Slowly, he slid back down to the floor, and I lifted my ass, letting him pull off my pants. I opened up my legs and leaned my head back as he slid my panties to the side and pushed his fingers through my folds.
He grazed my clit and slid down, pressing two fingers slowly inside of me. I moaned as he pushed and turned, fluttering his fingertips when he reached as deep as he could. I melted in his hands, feeling him pushing me closer to orgasm. He took his other hand and rubbed my clit, pulling his fingers out and slicking the rest of my pussy. I grabbed on to the edges of the couch and started to grind my hips, wanting more. He smiled as I moaned loudly, rubbing my tits over my shirt.
The louder I moaned, the faster he went, pushing through my juices and watching me take it all in. He leaned forward and slipped a third finger in, filling up my tight virgin pussy. He pressed his other hand against my stomach as I opened my legs up wide, feeling him fingering me harder and faster. I wanted him so bad at that moment, but I didn’t give in. Instead, I lifted my hips in the air and bit my lip as he sped up, making it hard to even think about controlling my orgasm.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly.
“Come for me,” he growled.
I gripped on tightly as my hips moved in waves. His fingers filled me over and over again. Waves of heat released from my stomach, and I arched my back and threw back my head, screaming loudly. Pleasure rushed all over me, and my body twitched and writhed from the pressure he was still pushing into me. I could feel my juices explode in his hand as I lowered myself back down on to the couch.
Immediately, I lunged forward, pushing Zach backward onto the floor. I pulled at his belt and unzipped his pants, reaching down inside and pulling out his big cock. As I lowered my head, I looked up at him mischievously.
“Your turn,” I whispered, before lowering my head and taking his dick into my mouth.
He groaned loudly at the feeling of my lips wrapped around his shaft, and I didn’t waste any time lowering myself down, feeling his erection in my throat. He reached down and ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked long and hard, and I could feel him trying to hold back his possessive nature.
I bobbed my head of and down, stopping when I reached the base of his dick and holding there for several seconds. Finally, I could feel him wrapping his hand through my hair and clenching on, pushing lightly in the motion he preferred. I moaned against his shaft as he pushed my face down hard and slowly pulled it, as I created a suction in the back of my throat that made him yell out in pleasure. He pulled my head up and got to his feet, leaving me to look up at him as he pushed my head toward his shaft, shaking his head.
I could feel the need from him growing as he held the base of his cock with one hand and pushed my head deep with the other. He grabbed on to the back of my head and thrust his hips forward over and over again. I opened my throat wide and let him take control, feeling his cock begin to throb inside of my throat. He growled loudly as he pushed deep, gripping my hair and clenching his thighs. I looked up at him as his warm seed shot out and down the back of my throat. He continued to thrust, looking down as he wiped the tip of his raging orgasm across my lips, letting out a deep sigh.
When he was done, I wiped my mouth and drank some of my wine while he got dressed. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close, looking deeply into my eyes. He chuckled at my confident grin.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said softly.
“I wanted to.” I giggled.
“I like that.” He laughed. “It was amazing.”
“I should get home,” I said between kisses. “I have an early morning tomorrow.”
He smiled at me and helped me collect my things before taking the elevator downstairs and climbing into his limo. We rode along quietly, but not awkwardly, and I smiled as he reached over and took my hand. When we reached the apartment, he walked me to the door and wrapped me in his arms, kissing me passionately. As our lips parted, I couldn’t help but think how every kiss was better than the one before. It was one of the things that made it very difficult to not take him right there in the stairwell. I smiled as I walked in the door, watching his eyes sparkle at me as I closed it behind me.