Fifty
Ash
Sitting on the bed I was beginning to hate, I waited for Amber. I hated just sitting around. I was ready to go back to work. Fucking doctor’s orders were ridiculous. How was I supposed to run my company sitting in a fucking bed all day?
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
“Amber?”
One long leg slipped through the cracked door wearing a white stocking and stiletto heel. God, her legs were amazing.
Then, the rest of her appeared wearing a short, white nurse’s outfit. Her tits were busting out the top of the dress. She wore a white lacy garter belt and stockings. Her long honey blonde hair was loose and flowing down her shoulders. She even wore a nurse’s cap and a stethoscope. “Hey, handsome, time for your check up.”
Smiling, I held my hand out to her. “Please do, Nurse. I’ve been in pain all day.”
“Do tell, Mr. Blackthorne. You’ve been a very sick man.”
I loved the accent she was affecting. It was all breathy and sexy like Marilyn Monroe.
“Let me take your pulse.” She bent over, pressing her chest in my face and presenting me with her boobs as she pretended to take my pulse. “Heart rate is a bit fast. What could be causing that?”
“I wonder.” I smirked, reaching my hand up to grab the boob closest to me. Full and round, right in my face in a way that made my mouth water.
“Ah-ah, Mr. Blackthorne, you can’t just grab me like that.” She said with a pout.
“Who says, Nurse?”
“I do.”
Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her down to me. “It hurts, Nurse, right here.” I placed her hand on my throbbing cock, flexing my hips up into her palm.
“Really? Whatever should I do about that?” she asked in faux innocence.
“Whatever you feel like.”
Amber walked over to the window and pulled the curtains closed, shaking her ass the whole way. Then she turned the lights on low. “Ready, Mr. Blackthorne?” Slowly, she rocked her hips back and forth. She had no music playing, but I paid no mind. It was still hot as hell either way. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she unzipped the tight little dress, letting it fall to the ground.
God, she was beautiful. I stared in awe of her body.
I craved her. I wanted every inch of her. I wanted to possess her entirely, to carve my body over hers and immerse myself inside of her.
But she wasn’t done. She kept swaying back and forth, drawing my attention to her tits purposefully. Round and hanging as she danced, captivating in their every shake. She was still wearing the garters and stockings... and no panties, which drove me wild. She turned around and bent over, placing her hands on the floor with her ass in the air.
Her pussy was shining wet and spread open. Pink and glistening. I could smell her sweetness, even from this distance. My cock raged at me, hard and insistent.
I lifted myself, charging off of the bed as my body demanded reaction. I caught her about the waist as I reached her, spinning her in my arms and taking the both of us straight down to the floor. God. It was almost too much, my cock throbbing as my lips fit against hers, hungrily pulling at her lips even as my hands ran over her body. Her perfect, toned body. She purred in my ear as I began running my tongue over her flesh, licking and nipping at her skin as I moved. She tasted salty sweet as I traced a line from her neck to her nipples, erratic pattern as my hands pulled at her. Gently, I rolled her nipples between my teeth, daring to bite a bit harder each time.
She squealed as my hand dropped between her thighs, fingers finding her dripping wet and ready for me. I groaned, slipping my finger inside of her pussy and nearly seizing as I did so from how tightly she gripped me. I felt my cock began to drip with precum as I ached to just thrust myself inside her.
She was perfect.
That perfection made me want to savor the moment a bit longer before I did what I’d been longing to do.
I shifted over her, pulling her up to her hands and knees. Arranging her in front of me as I ran my hand over her firm ass. Then, I drew back to smack it as hard as I could. My own hand tingling from the force.
She cried out and shuddered. “Ash!” Her whole body tightening with desire.
“It’s Sir to you, princess.” I insisted. Again, I brought my hand down on her sweet flesh, relishing in the smacking sound it made. In the way that her flesh felt vibrating beneath my palm. As I pulled my hand away, I noticed the bright red imprint of my hand. Glowing against her skin.
“Please, Sir, I’m ready,” she begged, pushing her pussy towards me.
“Not yet,” I growled. “You need to learn how to wait properly. Then, and only then, will I give your greedy pussy what it craves.” I pulled her back by her hips to tease her clit with my cock. Over and over I traced the tip of my cock ever so lightly across her throbbing pussy. I could feel her clit swell as I touched my cock to it. She was so wet it was all I could do to keep from sinking deep inside her.
Just as I was about to overrule myself and give in to temptation, the door flew open.
“What the fuck?” I demanded spinning around to see Gloria standing there.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Blackthorne, but there’s an urgent call for you.”
“For God’s sake, who the hell is it?”
Gloria turned away to let me shield our nudity. “It’s someone named Ayden. He said he must speak with you.”
“Ayden! Tell him to give me a minute.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Blackthorne, but he’s called ten times. I’ve told him to leave you alone while you recover,” Gloria tried to explain. Her face was bright red with embarrassment.
“Just give us a minute, please.”
Amber pulled on one of my shirts as I grabbed a pair of shorts.
“What nerve for him to call you, Ash.” Amber looked disgusted.
I nodded my agreement. “I can’t believe he did either. What the hell couldn’t wait?”
Opening the door, I called to Gloria. “Get his number and I’ll call on my cell.”
“As you wish.”
In a flash, she came back and handed me a slip of paper.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She looked down.
“It’s fine, Gloria.”
Clutching the piece of paper, I dialed the number.
“Ash! I’m sorry to bother you. Your maid wouldn’t give me any information.”
“Why the fuck are you calling me, Ayden? Haven’t you done enough?”
“It’s the cops, Ash. Did you tell them anything? They came to my apartment last night.” His voice sounded frantic.
I sighed. “No, Ayden, I didn’t. I figured it was up to me and you to work this out between us.”
“Are you sure? I could go back to prison if they find out. I’m on parole.”
“I know that, Ayden. Look, you fucking stabbed me. I’m still recovering.”
“That was an accident, Ash, you know that. I’m sorry, so sorry. I don’t want to cause trouble anymore.”
“Where are you at, Ayden?”
He hesitated a moment as if debating whether or not he should trust me. “I’m in hiding.”
“Where? Are you still in New York?”
“I’m in the area. Why?”
“We need to talk soon. A friend of my father’s, I mean, our father’s came to see me today. He shared some interesting news with me. Apparently, our father came to see you in prison?”
His voice dropped an octave as if he was with someone and didn’t want them to hear. “Yes, he did. Ash, I agree. I want to talk to you. That’s all I ever wanted. Could we meet sometime?”
I sighed looking at Amber.
She had her arms crossed over her breasts.
“Yes. Perhaps you could come out to my house in the Hamptons.”
He was quiet a moment. “I could. Text me the address.”
“I can do that. I’m not sure when as I’m still in recovery no thanks to you.” I didn’t hide the irritation in my voice. It was crazy to see him, I thought. But then again, I felt I owed it to my father to find out what exactly he wanted from our family.
“That’s fine, Ash. Look, please, just don’t tell the cops anything. The media has been following me and I’m terrified they’re going name me as the guy who stabbed you.”
“You are the guy who stabbed me, Ayden.”
“I know, I know, I know!” His voice became manic. “But they don’t know, Ash. Just you and Amber know. I didn’t mean to. You don’t have to be scared of me.”
I laughed. “I’m not. I never was. Don’t think I won’t be armed when you come. I won’t let you stab me a second time.”
Ayden was quiet. “I wouldn’t, Ash. You’re my brother even if you don’t believe that.”
“I do believe you, Ayden,” I replied quietly.
Silence on the other end. I thought he was stunned that I agreed with him.
“What changed your mind, Ash?”
“Ayden, I don’t feel like talking right now. When I’m ready, I’ll text you the day and time to meet me. Until then, don’t worry about the cops. I haven’t said shit to them and neither has Amber.”
“Thank you, Ash.”
“One more thing-don’t ever contact Amber again. If I hear you’ve come near her, I won’t hesitate to turn you in.”
“Understood.”
“Ayden, I just have one question for you right now. How is Debra your mother too? I mean, she left when I was seven. I don’t remember her being pregnant.”
Ayden sighed. “Apparently, she was. I was born February 1, 1985. She left our father in the summer of 1984, right?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“I guess she was pregnant when she left. Maybe she didn’t know. Maybe she did. I don’t really know.”
Letting that sink in, I bid him farewell for the moment.
Clicking the phone off, I walked over to Amber and slipped my arms around her. “Kind of killed the mood, didn’t he?” I whispered.
She nodded. “I just don’t want him around me right now, Ash.”
“I know, baby.”
“Can we just go to bed now?” She shivered in my arms.
“Of course.” I nuzzled her my face in her silky sweet smelling blonde hair.
As she fell asleep in my arms, I wondered how much more trouble Ayden would bring. I also wondered just how many secrets my father had kept from me. I needed to find out before I talked to Ayden.