All of my life I have been given whatever I wanted on a silver platter. Literally, servants brought me things other than food on a silver platter. The phone, my dad’s credit card, and my mail-after it had already been read by a member of the security team. My parents are the richest people in Moosehead and they are awful about money and status, but they are good people. Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness is right. I don’t want anything from them, but when my grandparents passed away a few years ago they left everything they had to me. Much to the chagrin of my parents, aunts, and uncles who were expecting it to go to each of them.
Their reasoning, which was stated in their will is as the only grandchild out of their four children, I needed to get out from under my parents thumb and do what I wanted. I took the money at the age of fifteen, since there were no restrictions and using someone outside of my parent’s influence made tons of investments.
I took the seventy-five million and turned it into billions. It made it, so I never have to work again, but I will. Taking a gap-year between high school and college to travel with Carrie-Ann to Europe. I watched her get several tattoos along the way, but I was too chickenshit to get one. It was a blast and exactly what I needed before starting college.
Moving back here was not something I wanted to do, but when Carrie said that she’s pregnant I started taking extra classes my last year to finish. As of two months ago, I am the proud recipient of a dual degree in business management and fashion design.
My parents told me I couldn’t do anything without their connections or money and so far, I’ve been able to prove them wrong. Besides, if they throw one more douche at me to marry I don’t know what I will do to them. Don’t get me wrong I love them, but they don’t know what love is.
“Where did you go, Angel?” His voice startles me and the fact that he stopped.
“Nowhere. I am right here with you.” I semi-lie, because what he is doing to me is putting me in a supreme state of relaxation.
It brings me back to the present where he goes at me again. Holy fucking shit! His mouth is totally mind blowing and amazing. Nothing has ever felt this good before, while I struggle to catch my breath. His tongue is caressing every single inch and I am pretty sure I am a goner. When I vaguely hear a squeal my eyes pop open and Perry is hiding me from view. I pull my skirt down and try to fix my hair, but I can already tell it’s no use. He is buttoning his shirt, which I have no idea he’d taken it off. Carrie is standing by Dex with her hands on her hips.
“Perry? What the hell?” Dex says. His face looks serious and it makes me stifle a giggle. I have never done anything like this and Carrie knows that. Which is why she pulls away from her husband and stalks towards me. Dex shrugs at the look he and Perry share.
“Portia, what is going on? I didn’t realize you knew each other.” I feel my face heat but not from embarrassed.
As I practically need to peel my naked ass of my best friends dining room table, I am thinking I will need to clean it up. I have NEVER let any man near my pussy before and fuck I want him to do that again. It was a close call, before I would have been cumming all over his model quality face with a hint of a five o’clock shadow. It is upsetting that I didn’t get too. There is a magnetism about this man and what he does to me.
I have barely spoken to him, but it seems words are unnecessary. It scares me a little, but I have always followed my heart and I can tell Perry Gentry is going to ruin me. The evidence is in the fact that I let him eat my pussy like a boss. I have just moved back to Moosehead because of an investment opportunity that I am super excited about.
I have spent the last four years in Upstate New York at college. The last time I saw Carrie is when she told me she was going to “hang out” with the tattoo artist. I had no idea the tattoo artist was Dex.
“Now you know you have to tell me everything, right?” She says as she grabs my arm and leads me from the room. I turn back and look over my shoulder at Perry and he winks at me.
“See you soon Angel.” I give him the dorkiest wave ever and he smiles, before I know it I am in Carrie’s bedroom. She hands me a pair of sleep shorts, which I slide on under my skirt and flop down on her bed.
“Spill. Where did you meet Perry?” She demands.
“In your driveaway about four hours ago.” I say sheepishly.
“You hussy! I didn’t know you had it in you. Did you guy’s you know, do it?”
“What are you? Thirteen? No, we didn’t do it.” I say. “Not yet anyway.” I giggle.
“I knew you had it in you, Portia. By the way it was super classy in my dining room.” She says with a knowing smile.
“Ugg. I’ll clean it, I promise. It was if I lost control and couldn’t help myself. There is something about his voice that gives me goosebumps.” I confess to my best friend. “Also, I have no idea where my panties are, and it seems I want to give him everything.”
“Then you should do it. Don’t think about any regrets you may have later when it comes to a man who makes you feel something. Believe me, I know regret and I also know about wasting time. Are you staying at your parents’ house?”
“God, yes. Don’t me started on those two. I do not’ know why they are still married. Surely it is not for me. If I see one of, either of their fuck buddies and must pretend that I don’t know them, I’ll scream. My apartment will not be ready until Monday and I think I might die before then. They make everything uncomfortable.” I complain with exasperation.
“You are always welcome to stay here. And Perry will be here as well. We have only the one spare room, but since he was face deep in your cock squeezer…” Carrie remarks with a shitty ass grin on her face.
“Oh my god. You are fucking crazy. Cock squeezer? That is a new one.” I laughingly respond.
“I try.” She says as she is getting up. “So, are you staying?”
“Yeah. I can sleep on the couch or something.”
“Yeah or something.” She says winking.
I shake my head and proceed to slide my skirt down, while leaving the Tweety-Bird sleep shorts on. I didn’t know they still made these.
“Can I borrow a shirt? The shorts and my fancy top don’t go together.”
“Of course. The second drawer is full of t-shirts. Pick one and meet me in the kitchen.” She says as she leaves the room.
“Thanks.”
I pull out a Michael Jordan t-shirt. Nice, I have a Space Jam thing going on. I smile because my older brother, Richard loved the movie and made it a repeater in our house.
When I walk out into the hallway, I see Perry leaning against the wall. Immediately smiling as he backs me up to the wall, while he starts to unbutton his shirt again. I look around to see if anyone is close or coming our way.
“What are you doing?” I ask quietly. I may not have cared before if someone saw us, but it’s different when his face isn’t in my cock squeezer. Carries words comes to my mind.
“Angel, I do not like that you are wearing another man’s shirt.” I let out a little squeak as he lifts the hem and pulls it over my head. I rarely wear a bra, even though my boobs are huge.
“Fuck me.” He curses softly. I am not at all prepared for his warm wet mouth on my nipple. He kisses it with reverence.
“Shit. That feels amazing, Perry.” He lifts his head and looks into my eyes before going down on the other.
“I cannot help myself. Those sexy as fuck raspberry colored tips are begging for my mouth, Angel.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He exclaims. “Carrie says you are staying here?”
“Yeah. On the couch or somewhere.” The look on his face tells me that won’t be happening.
“We will see about that, Angel.” He pulls his royal blue button up and off leaving him in a too tight white undershirt. I need to lick my lips. He pulls the shirt down over my head and as he is buttoning it up his fingers slowly graze my chest and belly.
“Okay.” I say.
“Do you live here in town?” He asks.
“Yes. I just graduated from college and moved back yesterday. You?” He takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“I live in Boston.”
Fuck. That is around a sixteen-hour drive from here. My heart clenches at the knowledge. I don’t want him to go back, yet I don’t know anything about him. If that isn’t fucking crazy, then I don’t know what is. In the kitchen Carrie and Dex are putting the leftovers away and everyone is gone except a select few. I walk to the sink and grab the sponge adding soap and rewetting it.
Walking into the dining room to clean the table I spot my panties on the floor. I saw him put them in his pocket. As horrified as that should have made me, it turned me on more. But finding them on the floor? Mortifying. I quickly grab them and start wiping down the table with the sponge, when I feel Perry coming up behind me. His manly scent of soap and cedar is intoxicating, and I close my eyes to memorize it. He grabs the panties from my hand and takes them to his nose.
“Your pussy is mine, isn’t Angel? Are you going to give it to me tonight?” The way he says it, it’s a statement and not a question. I feel my knees start to give, but he is right there caging me in his arms.
“Jesus. Perry.” I am so wet right now and feel as if I could float away. He tucks my nothing special white panties into his pocket and pulls me into a kiss. When he pulls away from my mouth, he starts to make a trail along my neck up to my ear.
“Angel. I don’t know how I’ll ever let you go.” He rasps into my ear and sending goosebumps all down my body.
“Then don’t.” I say as I walk away from him to catch my breath, because he keeps taking it from me. It has been a long day and foreign feelings are bubbling up inside me. I can’t say I hate them, but it’s insane when I know nothing about him. But I do want to know him and know him for whatever time he is here to get under his skin. Exactly like he has with mine in less than five hours.
Crazy just became my middle name.