4. Ellery

Ellery

God, she was hot.

I didn’t think much would come of the Baker’s party. It was always old rich fucks that attended, usually with some arm candy, who wanted to talk finances.

Juniper had instantly stuck out in the crowd. Not just because of her shock of red hair and gorgeous figure, but also her energy. Something about her was different.

She was funny to talk to, and witty, which was another rare quality at these kinds of things. It was why I told her the truth, none of the people in that room would have invested in her project.

And I knew I was sent here to not do exactly what I had planned, but Juniper was… different. And there was no way anyone would notice here.

When I got her upstairs and we laid out the ground rules, I felt slightly disappointed. I was a great kisser. It was something I took pride in, but I wouldn’t cross her boundaries.

As soon as I had her laid out beneath me, however, any disappointment left me. Her tattoos and nipple piercings were quite a surprise, but only turned me on more. And her taste. I worried I wouldn’t have enough, even after getting her to come twice on my tongue.

When I pulled back, she looked thoroughly sated. Her hazel eyes were hooded and her previously done up hair hung loose around her face. She was flush everywhere, from to top of her forehead all the way down to her pink, swollen pussy.

I was far from done, however. My cock was harder than I’d ever been, begging to sink deep into her.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked.

She nodded, her breaths still coming quickly. I unbuckled my belt and she watched with rapt attention. My zipper hissed as it lowered, and I slid out of my pants, leaving me in just my boxers. My cock pressed against them, ready to be freed. It was cool from where a dot of precum sat. Juniper moved to sit at the edge of the bed, her gaze on me.

Her hands reached up my torso, just feeling my body, and I was eager to let her. They were soft and warm against me. It didn’t take her long to reach my waistband, where she pulled down and my cock sprang up.

A smug smirk came to my face as her eyes widened at its size.

She slowly put her hand around it. A groan came from deep in my throat. Now it was her turn to give a smug smile as she jerked me off, stopping every once in a while to play with the tip. I felt as if I was going to come quicker than I had in my adult life. Embarrassingly quick, and I wouldn’t let it happen until I had her slick cunt wrapped around me. I felt like a pot about to boil over.

I tipped my head to the ceiling, trying to think about anything that would keep me from blowing my load right now. But when I closed my eyes, nothing came to mind except for her beautiful tits and flushed pussy.

My head snapped down as I felt something wet and warm touch the tip of my cock. Juniper was licking the tip of my cock like a candy, before taking it into her mouth. She didn’t take much of it, only testing the waters, but the feeling of her soft mouth around me was almost too much.

I put my hand in her hair. It was soft and thick, and smelled of pomegranate. I didn’t want to control her, that was too intense for one night, but I needed to steady myself. She took me deeper each time, hallowing her cheeks and sucking hard. When she pulled back, her tongue would follow the sensitive vein along the bottom of my cock, swirling her tongue over my tip.

I wasn’t going to last, I needed her now. I pulled from her mouth and threw her up onto the bed, then crawled over her. I wanted to bend down and kiss her, even more so now, but I would respect her wishes, of course.

I flicked over her nipple. Her pierced nipple. I’d never been with someone with piercings like this, but something about it turned me on way more than it had any right to.

I lowered and ran my tongue over the little silver balls, circling them lightly. She quivered beneath me, her breaths shallow.

I needed her now. I reached over to the nightstand where my wallet was, and pulled out a condom, tore it open, and rolled it on. She watched my every move with those hazel eyes, looking just as ready for it as I was. I grabbed my cock and ran the tip over her cunt. She was wet and ready, waiting to be used.

“God, your pussy is pretty,” I said.

She blushed further, the rouge color working all the way down over her neck and down to the tops of her breasts. It matched her hair in the prettiest way.

“Use it then,” she said breathlessly.

And a mouth to match. I circled her entrance a bit, needing to tease her. Needing to draw this out. I knew this would be good, and if I was only going to have it for night, I was going to savor it.

I sank inside slowly, just letting my tip get squeezed by her tight entrance. She moaned lightly at the intrusion, but pushed down, asking for more.

I didn’t allow her to rush me. I wanted to memorize every sensation I felt. I’d save this memory for when I was alone and needed it.

Once I was all the way in, my pelvis pressed to her thighs, I had to take a moment. It was embarrassing how close she kept me to coming constantly.

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I entered her fully. I ran my hand over her thigh. “How do you feel?” I asked.

“Full,” she mumbled.

I ran my finger over her clit, just teasing her a bit. As I did, she arched, already sensitive and ready to go once again.

“Are you ready for me to move?” I asked. While she was still so tight, she was no longer gripping me so hard.

She nodded and I tested, pulling out almost to the tip and plunging back in, filling her completely.

She cried out. Her hands were balled in the sheets, gripping them hard. Pleasure coursed through my veins. Every pump of my cock brought me closer to climax.

But I wasn’t going to come alone. I rubbed her clit faster now, trying to gauge her reaction and follow the pace she liked.

“Ellery, please,” she cried.

My name on her lips sounded different than it ever had. I’d been called Ellery my entire life, but something about her saying it made me want to hear it again and again.

“Yes, cry my name,” I said.

“Ellery, fuck.”

I was so close now. I could feel the base of my spine tingle and my balls draw up.

Her walls tightened around me and squeezed my cock even harder. That was it. White took over my vision as I came hard into the condom. I pumped into her a few more times, letting her pussy milk me until there was nothing left.

I fell on top of her, both of us breathless and spent. Not wanting to crush her under my weight, I rolled us to the side. My cock was still inside her. I knew I should pull out and take the condom off, but I needed to feel her for a bit longer. Something about her made me want her for more than one night, but that wasn’t an option. This was the way it had to be, the way I wanted it to be. I wouldn’t forget her for a long while, though.

“I need to use the restroom,” she said after a few moments.

I let her get up and stood to throw the condom away then wipe myself off. I slid on the sweats I’d brought, planning for this.

When she came out, she was in the robe the hotel provided. It showed off the swell of her thigh and curve of her waist.

Yeah, I really didn’t want this to be done.

“Have you seen my phone?” she asked as she started getting dressed.

I helped her look and found it tossed under the desk. “Thanks.” She started shimmying back into her strewn around clothes. Normally, I appreciated when they left quickly, but this time I wished she would be a bit slower to leave. This was good, though, how it should be.

I helped her zip her dress up, getting one last whiff of that pomegranate scent.

She turned back to me, her wide hazel eyes unsure. She bit her lip. “Thank you,” she said.

“No, thank you.” I again had the urge to kiss her goodbye, but I didn’t.

I walked her to the door, and watched as she gave me a final glance before retreating down the hall.

The door clicked shut and I was once again alone. Though I was on a high from the sex, I wished it didn’t end quite so quickly.

I decided to get some fresh air out on the terrace. The air was crisp from the approaching winter. I looked down over the parking lot until I saw her walk towards the valet. She stood there in her coat until her car came around. It was modest, but fit her well.

I continued watching until she drove away and was far in the distance. I stood there for a while more, unable to forget her.

Normally, once my partner was gone, I was sated and ready to go to bed. This time I felt… uneasy. I felt like letting her go was wrong.

I didn’t know what was up with me, but I needed it out of my system. As I headed back inside, I glanced up at the full moon above. Something about it made me think about her more. I recalled the moon apart of her tattoo, but it wasn’t just that. Something about the radiance of the moon matched her so perfectly.

I held onto that thought as I went inside and readied for bed.

I strode across the office, glad to be out of that two hour meeting that could have easily been an email. it felt like all of corporate could move more smoothly if everyone just learned how to send a fucking email.

"Cancel my lunch meeting, I need a fucking break," I said to my secretary, who was padding behind me.

I didn’t sleep well last night, or the night before that. It felt like every free moment my brain had was now hyper focused on Juniper. Though I didn’t know anything about her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and it made me even more distracted than usual.

His pen flew across his tablet. “You don’t have another meeting scheduled today.”

"Thank god for that,” I said before throwing my office door open and stepping in. I’d been thirty minutes early to my morning meeting, so it felt as if it dragged on forever.

I was surprised to see my mother sitting in the chair across from my desk. Her dark hair was pinned out of her face, strands of gray coming in gracefully through them. We had the same blue eyes, but no one had a kind smile like her.

"Hey, Ellie, how are you?" She was the only one who was allowed to call me that.

"I'm fine, Ma. What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you. Do you have plans for lunch?"

"I don't," I said. I would have canceled my meeting earlier if I knew she was coming. "Want to go to Berblanc? I know it's your favorite."

"I would love to."

We had a standing table, and they recognized me as soon as we walked in, taking us to our seats.

The waiter poured my mothers favorite red and we asked for chef recommendations. This place was so good because of the chef specifically, so we always went with whatever he was cooking up.

We talked about neutral things, the weather, work, her book club, until our food came. It was some kind of white fish in a cream sauce and it looked amazing.

I dug in and of course, it tasted as great as it looked.

"Honey, I'd like to talk to you about something," my mother said about halfway through the meal.

I cleared my throat, setting my fork down and giving her my entire attention. "What's up?"

"You know we love you," she started. "But your father and I are worried you might be a bit… out of control."

"What do you mean?"

"There were more photos of you posted, and your father is very upset."

I was about to defend myself, but she waved a hand. "I know you're just having fun, and I understand wanting to do that, but as your mother, I want to see you cared for and happy. Your father's image is the least of my concerns, but I don't want this for you."

My hardened resolve and smart response melted on my tongue. But I was confused about one bit of it. "What photos are you talking about?" I asked. I didn't go out last weekend, and I've been staying at work late every night since to keep up.

She put her reading glasses on and clicked across her screen before turning it forward and showing me the photo.

Unlike my normal exploits that happened in crowded bars or walking into hotels, this one was of me and Juniper at the Baker’s gala. The first one was us chatting at the bar. The next when I pulled her closer, asking her to come back with me.

And the third—the nail in the coffin—was her and I between closing elevator doors. My hand wrapped around my waist and my face in her hair. Though these photos were just like all the others I’d seen, I couldn’t help staring at Juniper. She really looked good in that dress. Something about her was almost mesmerizing.

I had to look away as my thoughts drifted towards my cock wrapped around her lips, or deep in her tight cunt.

"No, you don't understand," I started.

I was about to tell her this was just a misunderstanding, trying to weasel an explanation out that would make this look better. But then I had a thought, it was a crazy one, but one that could solve a lot of my problems. "That's my new girlfriend. I invited her to the gala with me.”

Her jaw was on the floor. "What?"

Her shrill question made me jump. "Yeah, it's pretty new. I was thinking of introducing her after the family vacation this year."

There, a win win. They thought I was seeing someone and I wouldn't be cut off, and I wouldn't have to find someone to bring to the event.

"Really?" my mother asked, looking almost hopeful.

Fuck. I really didn't like lying to her, but this was for the best for everyone. I didn't know why they were so obsessed with my love life anyway.

"I would love to have her for dinner."

I paused. "What?"

"I understand it’s new, but I at least want to meet her. Invite her over for dinner next Sunday."

"She might be busy," I said, hoping to slide out of this. "Her job is very busy around this time."

"I'm sure she can take one day off. Please, Ellie, I would love to meet her."

She was using that face, the one she used on my father whenever she wanted to get her way. Though I butted heads with my father a lot, he was always so caring to my mother.

"Fine, I'll ask, but I can't promise anything."

She smiled, clapping lightly. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Sure is."

God dammit.

I grabbed my phone and dialed my assistant as soon as my mother left. He picked up quickly. “I need you to find someone for me.”