20. Laurie

Icouldn't believe this was really happening. Worth, the man I'd fantasized about for years, was naked under me, and I was in control. I had him desperate for more after watching me open up my ass. He made me feel powerful, needed. I straddled him, rising up so I could position the tip of his cock against my hole. Then I teased him, brushing his tip back and forth before finally lowering myself so slowly he was growling at me to move, his hands gripping my ass.

"We're taking this at my pace," I said.

"You're going to fucking kill me."

"Never."

My thighs shook from the strain, but I managed to lower myself in tiny increments until I was fully seated on Worth's cock. I felt so full, completely stuffed.

When he lifted his hips, making his cock move inside me, I gasped.

"Now, move." He slapped my ass, and I smiled, grinding myself down hard before finally lifting up and giving him the friction he wanted.

"Fuck, yes," Worth growled. "Ride me like that. Faster. God you're so hot, so tight."

"Feels so good to be on top of you, so good to have you inside me."

"Yes, God you were fucking made for me."

"You probably say that to—" He put a finger over my lips.

"I have never said that to anyone. You aren't just a hook up, Laurie. You're everything."

"How? It's too fast."

He shook his head. "No, it's just fucking right."

I was so close. "Touch me, please. I need to come."

He gripped my hips and lifted me up all the way off his cock.

"No, please," I cried, "I need it."

"You can wait a little bit."

I groaned. "Why? What are you?—"

"I need you on your hands and knees again. I need to see my cock splitting you open."

I moved for him, and he gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. He shocked me by swiping his tongue over my hole. "Fucking beautiful."

When he drove into me, I cried out.

"You can take it."

"Yes, please. I'll do anything you want." That was way too dangerous of a statement. I pushed back against him as he rode me hard and rough, finally reaching under me to grip my cock. "Yes. Please. Please," I cried as he worked my cock furiously. "I'll ruin the comforter. We should?—"

"I don't fucking care. I'll buy them a new one." He wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me up so we were both on our knees. "I want to watch."

"Worth, this is crazy."

I struggled against his hold, but he shifted his angle so his cock dragged over my sweet spot. I couldn't have stopped for anything then. It only took a few strokes before I cried out his name as my cum shot over his hand and onto the comforter. My ass contracted, clamping around his cock and he groaned.

"Too much." Before I could catch my breath, he drove into my ass one final time and let go.

When he was done, he somehow managed to roll us onto our sides. We lay there painting, sweaty, sticky, and so fucking satisfied.

"We're not stopping now, are we?" I asked.

"I'm not quite as young as you. My stamina is good, but I'm not ready to go again right now."

I giggled. "That's not what I meant. I mean, yeah, I'd like to go again, but I need a little bit to catch my breath. I meant we're not going to pretend we can stay away from each other."

"No, we only made it three days. I'm not even going to try again. I don't even want to go an hour before I'm inside you again."

I ran a hand across his chest and played with one of his nipples, making him suck in his breath. "Seems like you're not completely disinterested now."

"I haven't been completely disinterested from the moment I first saw you."

"I've been interested in you since…." My words trailed off. Had I really been about to confess that I'd wanted him for years when he didn't even know who I was?

"Tell me your secrets."

I scooted over, landing in the mess I'd made. "We should get this off the bed first." When I sat up, I saw a huge wet stain spread across the pale beige fabric. "I can't believe you made me do that."

He shrugged. "I'll say we spilled something on it, and they'll take it away and bring us a new one."

"So we can ruin that one too?"

Worth grinned. "I'll ask for a stack of extra towels as well."

"I can't believe you were so determined to watch me come you couldn't wait a second."

Worth just laughed. We showered off our stickiness, and Worth put in a request for a new comforter and plenty of extra towels.

The items arrived almost immediately, and the man who delivered them remade the bed for us, which embarrassed the hell out of me. He had to know what had happened.

I was going to miss this kind of service, though. It wasn't going to be easy to go back to whatever meager existence I'd be able to manage for myself, but I might as well enjoy the fantasy.

We put on the soft, fluffy robes after our shower, and I went to sit on the balcony. The breeze felt delightful. I looked up at the stars and thought about how far away real life seemed.

Worth brought me a bottle of water and insisted I replenish myself. I drank deeply as I stared down at the dark ocean, listening to the waves. There was a wildness in the night air, and I let it pour over me. After another sip of water, I slid off my chair and knelt in front of Worth. I undid the tie of his robe and pushed the sides apart, revealing his naked body.

He was already semi-hard. "What were you thinking about?"

"Something very similar to this."

"Good."

I took him in my mouth, loving the feel of him hardening more as I sucked on him.

As I took him deeper, he slid his hands into my hair and pulled me down so I could take all of him. He held me there for a second, then let me go. I knew if I'd resisted he would have given me control. I was safe with him.

I swallowed him all the way to the root and held myself there until I was desperate for air, then I pulled back and smiled up at Worth.

"So fucking perfect," he murmured.

I let those words send tingles through me as I took him down my throat again. I worked him with my tongue and my lips. He slid his hands into my hair and held me tightly as he arched up, driving deeper into me. He was close. I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted to swallow every drop of it.

"Look at me," he ordered. I hummed around him before raising my eyes to his. I couldn't look away from the intensity I saw there, so I kept working his cock without breaking his gaze.

"Do you want this? Do you want to swallow my cum?"

I nodded vigorously, and he smiled. "Take it." He held me still as he lifted his hips, fucking me hard. It only took a few strokes before he was shooting down my throat. I swallowed around him over and over, drinking down his cum.

"You're so fucking good at that." Worth loosened his grip and let his cock slip from my mouth. I sucked in air as he pulled me up so he could kiss me.

He groaned when he tasted himself in my mouth, and I wrapped a hand around my cock, unable to stop myself. Sucking Worth off had felt so good. He was absolutely right. I had so much control in that moment, so much power.

"Stand up," he said against my lips. I did, still stroking myself. I thought he would command me to stop, but he didn't.

I looked down at him, reclined in the chair, so gorgeous with his robe hanging open and his body on display.

My hand slowed as I hesitated. Would he want me to come all over him?

"What do you want? Whatever it is, you can do it."

"I want to cover you with my cum."

"Fuck, yes. Do it now," he ordered.

I increased the pace of my strokes again. I was already close. Worth relaxed even more, sinking into the chair, waiting, watching. I tried to make it last, but I couldn't. My balls drew up tight, and I groaned as cum shot from my cock. I loved the way it looked on his skin. I wanted him to be mine. I didn't want this to ever end.

"Looks like we need cleaning up again." His frown made me laugh.

"I suppose we do."

"You not so much, since you were such a good boy and swallowed every drop."

I smiled at him, feeling warm all over. What was it about his praise that just did it for me?

"Tell me what you're thinking." He reached for my hand, not caring that it was sticky.

"I'm thinking I really like it when you do that."

"What? Come down your throat and let you paint my body?"

"Yes, but also when you tell me I'm a good boy." Heat filled my face, and I immediately looked away. Why had I admitted that?

"Look at me, Princess."

I drew in a shaky breath, then did as he asked.

"I can tell how much you like it, and I love how you react."

"It just it makes me seem…."

"Like you deserve someone to point out how wonderful you are? We all deserve that."

"How do you always know the perfect thing to say when you've never had a real relationship?"

"I know how to care for people. I just didn't think I wanted that responsibility all the time. I've had…My family was shit as you know, and I don't want to disappoint anybody."

"There's no way you could be a disappointment, Worth. You give me all the things I need."

"And you do exactly the same for me."

We didn't say anything else. We just sat there, looking at each other, feeling the warm connection between us. I think we were both afraid to take things any further. This was good now, but what were the chances we would work back in New York, where it would be painfully obvious I wasn't part of Worth's world.

"Come on. Let's go back inside, clean up, and order some dinner?"

I grinned. "Did all this exertion make you hungry?"

"Fuck yes. I've got to keep up my strength with you."

Worth ordered us sandwiches and also asked for a sampling of all the desserts like he had the other night.

This time I didn't even frown at the ridiculousness of it. Clearly, during my time here I was meant to taste everything, every possibility.

Curled up with Worth in his giant bed, I slept more soundly than I had in years. When I woke with the bright Caribbean sun streaming through the window, Worth was on his back, splayed out and taking up a good portion of the bed.

I moved carefully, trying not to wake him. I walked over to my bathroom, relieved myself, then leaned against the sink as I brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, but I looked happy for the first time in ages. Worth was responsible for that.

Fear rushed in, pushing aside the good feeling. Did I really get to be happy? Was there any chance this feeling could last? The walls felt like they were pressing in on me. I needed to get out of the villa to take in some fresh air and think.

I slipped on a swimsuit, slid my feet into the extremely expensive posh version of flip-flops Worth had bought me, and sent him a text letting him know I'd be by the pool or on the beach, but he should sleep as long as he wanted to.

I moved as quietly as I could until I'd locked the door behind me. Then I hurried down the path to the pool area. It was early enough that the water would feel cool. I needed that. I dove in the deep end and came up gasping and shivering.

I swam a bit, thinking how I'd completely fallen under Worth's spell. My last call to Beck had been brief, and I hadn't texted him since. I'd rejected his help for so long, then finally grown desperate enough to ask for it, only to now do the one thing he asked me not to do while I was here in Aruba.

I tilted my head back so I could push my hair off my face. No matter how much I worried about what Beck would say, I didn't want to lose Worth. Could I have them both in my life? And could I do that without letting them take over my life completely? I wanted independence, not a life where I was kept and supported. What the hell was I going to do?

I paddled over to the ladder at the side of the pool and pulled myself out. I slid my feet into my shoes and headed for the beach. I needed a lot more time to think.