Chapter 6

6

D AVID

“What is my favorite girl doing?” I murmur, watching Elizabeth lean back into a stack of pillows.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Her red hair looks like moving blood against the white sheets, touching the swell of her breasts.

She has a naughty smile on her face, her eyes glistening with heat.

“I miss you,” she says as if playing a game.

We are playing a game. She’s my sugar baby, and I enjoy it as much as she does.

“Miss me?” I say, flashing a knowing smile while setting my drink on the coffee table and relaxing on the couch.

Her eyes slide over my ropy forearms and my watch as I cross my arms over my chest.

“You missed my dick,” I say, laughing, and her cheeks turn red.

“What else are you missing?” I ask.

She cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Honestly?” she asks, pushing upright.

Her tits bounce, and I have a perfect view from her ruby lips, chiseled collarbones, and smooth neck to the spot between her legs.

My blood runs faster, my mouth watering.

She knows what she does to me, or she wouldn’t grab that bottle of water and wrap her lips around the tip like she’s sucking on my dick.

I watch her gulp down water, her neck delicate and supple. My hand would look so great around it.

“I’m listening…” I say.

“I miss you being here.”

“In Colorado?”

Her eyes stay trained on mine.

“Uh-huh.”

She falls back into the pillows, butt naked, her knees slightly lifted, her hand sliding between her legs, her sex facing the camera.

I get distracted for a moment when she speaks again.

“You don’t like Colorado.”

Something in her voice catches my attention.

“What do you mean by that?”

A strange look slides over her face.

She shrugs.

“I don’t know. Nothing?”

“Still… What makes you say that?” I insist, and she quickly shuts down.

“Nothing. It was just a question,” she says, evading my eyes.

“Elizabeth?”

“Yes?”

She looks at me like a kid about to get reprimanded.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Because…”

She sighs.

“You already told me you’d never considered settling down here.”

“Anywhere.”

“Anywhere,” she repeats.

“I have many places to live in Colorado. And right now, I’m here for a reason.”

She flicks her hand up.

“I know. I know…”

She dismisses me with a clipped gesture.

“Let’s forget about it.”

“I don’t want to forget about it. Is this about Colorado or you?”

Her lips move as she ponders.

“It is about me.”

I crack a smile.

“You feel lonely?”

“Don’t you?”

The last few days flash in front of my eyes. Meetings after meetings. Lunch in the office. Business dinners. Room service at night. Drinks after midnight. It’s been a crazy week. And even so, she popped into my mind too many times to count.

“I doubt you do,” she says.

“I don’t feel lonely. I’m extremely busy.”

“Me too.”

“How’s school?”

“Good.”

“Chloe?”

“Everything’s fine.”

She tips her face down, and I wish I could have her in the room with me and have my hands on her skin, which is silky like a water lily.

“But…” I murmur.

“There is no but. Thea’s having a Halloween party.”

“Okay.”

“And Chloe.”

“Right.”

“And I’ll be flying out to see you.”

A smile tickles my lips.

“That’s great news.”

Something doesn’t feel right, though.

And I can’t tell what it is.

It can’t have to do with her coming to see me. Or her being bothered with her friend or cousin.

Her emotions bounce from one end of the spectrum to the other. She’s hiding something––that much I can tell.

“Is it not?” I ask.

Her eyes soften.

“Yes. But I had to lie to my mother.”

My smile fades.

“There was no way I couldn’t involve her. I also have to lie to Chloe.”

“We can change all that,” I say without hesitation.

“How?”

“I don’t know. We can think of a solution. Unless you want to go public.”

“Do you?”

I study her face.

Her beautiful cheekbones, the hair talking around her face, throwing flames at her skin. Right now, she’s mine and only mine. Once she is my girl for everybody else, things will change. Not between us––although that is never out of the question––but outside us.

How people will regard us.

And her in particular.

We would be living on borrowed time. The pressure will be mounting. And we’d be hitting some snags as our dynamic would definitely change.

“We’ve discussed this before,” I say.

“I want to know more about you, David, before we’re making this public.”

Something seems off again.

“Besides, what fun will we have if we become…” She laughs and shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know. A couple?” she says, humor lining her voice.

I run the edge of my teeth over my lower lip, slowly moving my eyes over her.

“And then, we’ll need to put Pam out of business,” she says, breathing a soft chuckle, amused.

“You’re such a troublemaker,” I say, and her eyes soften again as her smile fades.

“I need my big O, Mr. Moore. And no, I don’t want to go public with you. I lied to everybody about coming to New York. Well, not everybody, but you get my point. I don’t want to hurt anyone,” she says, and it strikes me how genuine she sounds.

“Okay. Open your legs,” I murmur, running my hand down my fly.

I didn’t even realize that I was hard all this time.

She does this naughty thing with her finger. She wags it at me, smiling mischievously, and then a cute message pops up on the screen, telling me my time is up.

Naughty and business oriented.

That’s my girl.

I laugh.

“You want me to tip you now?”

She nods, her hair bouncing. I find her charming.

“I’m officially in love with a webcam girl,” I say, and she doesn’t seem affected by my words, taking it as a joke.

It was supposed to be that, but now I wonder if there isn’t truth in that.

I tap enter, confirming the payment.

“You’re expensive,” I tease, and she has a great time.

I love to see her laughing. The truth is, I love just about everything about her. And maybe I’m selfish here, but seeing her like that, playful, curious, and naughty, makes me look at life through a completely different lens.

It’s like stepping out of who I am and discovering the simple things that make life enjoyable and valuable.

She helps me rediscover these things as they once meant a lot to me. Freedom. Simplicity––although this is anything but simple for us.

A deeper understanding of life.

She makes me forget about the money and luxurious life I’ve had for many years.

I shrugged it off as if it was a designer piece, and wearing it felt good.

I indulged in it, having that belief that it was all that mattered in the end.

And then a woman like her comes along and turns every belief I’ve had on its head.

“I’m worth every cent you pay me,” she says, gifting me a soft wink and turning her butt to the camera to give me a perfect view of her pussy while she sits on all fours.

My hand is down my pants, grabbing the root of my erection while her fingers reach between her thighs and start stroking that pink glistening flesh that makes me lick my lips.

She’ll give me a big O before I give her one.

“You know what I’d do if I was in a room with you? My mouth would be on your pussy, my lips and tongue tracing your fingers,” I say, vigorously stroking my dick, my eyes glued to her perky ass and her hand moving over her clit and entrance, opening her lower lips, rubbing her nub, before sliding into her center.

The tension spikes, and my hard length throbs.

“I would suck onto that little pinkish clit until you screamed my name out. You’d have no chance, Elizabeth, but to submit to me.”

The tip of my erection gets wet while I rub my thumb over my flesh. It takes some effort to stop my hips from rocking as I imagine my fingers between her walls.

Not peeling my eyes away from her, I spit on my palm and run my hand down.

What a fucking relief.

It feels so good like I’ve never entered a woman.

Like she is my first.

She moves her hips and does a couple of dips––she’s getting good at this––and her fingers get swallowed by her needy pussy.

I wish I was there to replace them with my throbbing shaft.

Soft moans peel off her lips when another alert pops on my screen. Without spending a moment on that text, I hit the money button again.

She doesn’t even notice, her body getting lower and lower against her touch as she pierces herself with her fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Elizabeth.”

My fist moves faster, and grunts lift off my chest while she gets lost in her little fantasy. Jerking off on the screen for me, possibly aroused by the idea. Of me. The camera. Who the fuck knows?

Her pussy glistens, and I’m getting high on that feeling that she and I are getting close to experiencing the beautiful relief.

Her hips rock faster, and I match her rhythm until she falls to her back, her fingers still between her legs, moving through her juices, her shoulders pushing against the pillows, her hips thrusting up, her spine arching.

And my hand can’t be stopped.

Back pressed into my chair, my pants open, my dick standing at attention, my grip hard on my flesh, I lower my eyelids and smile, heaving, lustful, ready to break this woman when I get her here and show her what real pleasure is.

We both come, her moans woven with my grunts, the pleasure amplified by the distance and forbidden nature of our acts, our desire impossible to quench.

And just as we fall over, the screen goes black, and I get a random message telling me my time is up.

"Fuck this,” I say, laughing, tilting my head back, my hand wet from my release.