Alistair

The entire week crawled. I tried to drown her out… late nights, crowded clubs, a parade of perfect bodies grinding under cheap neon. It should’ve worked. It didn’t. Every laugh that hit the right pitch, every flash of caramel hair, I looked up expecting her, hungry for that sharp mouth and those eyes that never let me get away with anything. Nobody measured up. I left alone every damn time.

“Come on, pick up the phone, woman,” I muttered, tapping my foot on the polished burgundy hardwood in my penthouse. My hand actually shook. Pathetic.

Damn it. Fifteen minutes and counting. Was she screening me?

Finally… “Hello?” Vera’s silky voice wiped away every raw nerve.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I murmured, relief spilling over anxiety.

“Who’s this?”

“Have you forgotten me already?”

“Hmm. Mister Scott.”

Silence stretched on the other line. Was it disconnected?

“Still with me?” My voice came out rough, not as smooth as I meant. I rubbed my pulsing temples.

“Alistair, it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday morning.”

“Yeah?”

“You woke me up,” Vera said. She yawned, exhaling grandly. “It’s early.”

“I’ve been awake since six a.m. The day started a while ago.”

“Nope. It hasn’t for me. If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m not a morning person.”

“Did you get my roses?” I blurted out. The question burned a hole in my chest.

“I did, thank you. They arrived at the office after our date.”

She didn’t give anything away. Was she smiling, rolling her eyes, or blushing? I pictured her opening the box, maybe her lips parted, maybe her fingers lingered on the card. Did she melt, or did she just laugh me off? Christ, I wanted to know what those flowers did to her.

“Mmm, Mister Scott…”

“Tell me. Did you miss me, or just my hands?”

“Your bald avenger?” Vera chuckled.

“Now, Miss Richland, it’s not nice to make fun of my…”

“Family jewels. Oh, they must be worth a lot.”

“You won’t be getting any,” I teased back.

She let out a little purr. “I missed you.”

Wide awake with arousal, I shoved down the front of my sweats and wrapped my hand around my horny cock. “What are you wearing?”

She laughed, all mischief. “Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know?”

I closed my eyes, letting her voice crawl all over me. Her mocha eyes and swollen, dark nipples, begging for my mouth, the way her thighs trembled if I bit down. The image alone had me strung tight, desperate. I stroked harder, breathing faster. “Be honest,” I growled. “Does your naked body miss me as much as I miss you?”

“I can’t stop thinking of you,” she confessed.

“Play with yourself,” I drawled, pulling and playing with the foreskin around the glans. I continued massaging at a faster pace.

“Oh, I already am, Mister Scott. I’m naked, and I’m rubbing myself with a little body oil.”

“Good. That’s my girl.” I pictured Vera, naked and slick, sprawled across her sheets. My voice dropped. “Take your hand, baby. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me how much you missed it.”

“Oh, I won’t forget you. I need you in me. Wish you could see what you’re doing to me right now.”

On cue, I heard a soft vibrating noise in the background. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I’ve got my vibrator, but I’m picturing your cock sliding inside me instead,” Vera teased.

“You want me filling you up, huh? You want my cum dripping out of you, baby?”

She laughed breathlessly. “The real question is, do you want your cock inside me?”

“Fuck, yeah. He’s far from virtuous right now.”

“He was never virtuous, you filthy boy. The bad things you do to me…”

“I want you,” I grunted, fist working harder. I was wired, every muscle hungry for her.

“Oh, I’m coming, Scotty. I’m coming.” Vera’s voice broke, crying my name over and over again.

I lost it.

“Take it, baby,” I groaned, hips jerking as I spilled hard across the floor, pleasure ripping through me. For a second, all I could hear was our ragged breathing, both of us wrecked and wild.

Then, at the same time, we both started to speak.

“You first, sweetheart,” I said.

She hesitated, then her voice softened. “I appreciate your call. And the flowers? You made my week.”

A grin pulled at my lips. “Glad to hear it. So, got any wild plans tonight?”

“Nope. Just me and takeout. You?”

I let out a dry laugh. “Actually, I’ve got a date. Set it up weeks ago. She’s a business partner’s cousin.”

“Duty calls?” she teased, a sly edge in her tone.

“It’s an obligation.”

“Then go,” she said. “But if you bail before midnight and get hungry, you know where to find me. Call me.”

“A midnight snack?” I teased.

“Exactly. Why not?”

I hesitated, then let it slip. “I like you. More than I should.”

Stone-cold silence greeted my confession. I checked the phone screen to see if we’d been cut off, but she was still on the line. “Vera?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Listen, I should go. If I don’t shower now, my flatmate, Sapphire, will hog all the hot water.”

“Alright. We’ll talk soon. Ciao, sweetcakes.”

“Ciao, Mister Scott.”

Seven p.m.

“Alistair, do you like what I’m wearing?” a feminine voice called out from my en-suite bathroom.

“Come here and let me see you,” I replied.

The dark-haired princess with olive skin stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward me. I rested on my bed, still in my bathrobe, after sex in the shower with this vixen about an hour ago. It would take me a few minutes to get ready, so I didn’t rush things. Instead, I went through some documents for work while the princess prepped for tonight.

“Well? What do you think of the dress?” Smoked with heavy eyeliner, her green feline eyes flirted with me. She rubbed her hands along her tight hourglass body, alluring me with her tiny waist and round ass.

“I like it.” I smiled, rubbing my chin. I abandoned my laptop and curled my index finger into a beckoning hook.

“Come to Scotty,” I teased, inviting my date with my sexy, come-hither smirk.

I watched Vanessa’s hips lead the way toward me in her jet-black minidress. It featured a low cowl neckline plunging to her navel, revealing her plump breasts and a nipple slip when she leaned forward. The beauty pouted, forming her glossy duck lips into a sexy pucker. Those lips begged to suck my cock. “Well, you should like my dress. You bought it for me, after all.”

“Show me your cleavage,” I commanded. I paid Lexy, one of my star employees at The Church, to pick the outfit and deliver it to me.

Vanessa popped out her breasts, allowing me to kiss each hardened peak. My business partner’s little cousin was a sex kitten with a ‘fuck-me’ mouth. Young and flawless, the twenty-one-year-old vixen preferred older sugar daddies to handsome college boys. I didn’t mind, as long as I got something out of it.

“Babe, your body is banging. Right now, I want to taste it.” I threw Vanessa a devilish grin and removed my bathrobe, exposing my semi-erect manhood.

“Hitch up your dress,” I ordered her.

“Is this what you want to see, Scotty?” Vanessa lifted the material, revealing a pussy that was shaven around the lips, topped with a trimmed tuft of hair on the mound above her clit.

“Oh yes,” I murmured, feeling my cock stiffen to a full erection. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

Inhaling her musky scent, I kissed her soft nub, gently at first, then inserted one finger into her entrance. I licked the slickness between her thighs while my finger dipped in and out, exploring the tightness of her vaginal walls. “Heavenly,” I whispered, amazed at the wonders of womanhood.

“Oh, Scotty, what are you doing to me?” Vanessa asked in between her moans of pleasure.

“I’m driving you wild,” I murmured, then continued to suck on her sex until she cried out my name, squirting her juices into my mouth. I savored her taste with enthusiasm and inhaled her heady scent. Her vaginal lips were soaked with creamy wetness when I kissed them after removing my finger. This sexy brunette beauty tasted divine.

“Scotty, I’m hungry,” her pouty mouth whined. “Can I taste you?”

My cock hardened again at the thought of her mouth giving me a deep and throaty blowjob. “Very well, then. Get on your knees and suck,” I ordered.

Vanessa obeyed but asked, “Will we be late for our dinner reservation?”

“Have you forgotten who I am?” I cocked my head to one side, baring my teeth in a tight smile.

The little brat pouted her plump lips again.

“Would you like to end this right now?” I drawled, petting her pussy with my forefinger and thumb. It was still wet and milky with arousal.

“No, sir.”

“Good. Show me what you want to do,” I sighed with exasperation. Let’s get this over and done with.

Just as Vanessa knelt and started to suck on my naked cock noisily, I closed my eyes and thought of Vera. Ah, Vera. I imagined the smoothness of her lips as she took the greatest care to…

“Fucking shit!” I yelped, almost jumping off the bed. I glanced at the trout pout, who twirled a piece of hair, frantically batting her eyelashes as if that would make up for the shitty sex. “Watch your fucking teeth. Are you trying to bite it off?” I scoffed, running my hands through my hair.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. There it was. The pout, a nipple reveal, and some pussy rubbing.

“Get up, love. Let’s go to the restaurant,” I said.

“Are you sure you don’t want more?”

I shook my head.

“Will you let me drive your Porsche?”

What the heck? Was she mad? I shook my head again. “Nope.”

“Aww, c’mon, Scotty. Pretty please? Puh-lease?” Vanessa whined.

“No. Let’s get this bloody date over and done with,” I muttered under my breath.

I got up to get dressed and shooed Vanessa toward the living room. Just as I reached the knob of the walk-in wardrobe, I noticed my phone buzzed. Hoping it was Vera, I checked my messages. It was a missed call from Erin. Didn’t the woman understand she needed to leave me alone? Shaking my head, I threw the phone on my bed.

Vera

Nine p.m.

“So, do I get to meet this new guy?” Saph asked, sitting on the sofa in the apartment we shared. An old episode of The Apprentice aired on the television screen in the background.

“Umm, no. It’s nothing serious.” I tucked my chin in and avoided eye contact, letting the loose hair fall on my face. “He rang me this morning, but it was more of a courtesy call after our date last week.”

“As long as he’s treating you well,” Saph replied, swirling her wine glass.

“Yes, Mom,” I replied sardonically, sipping my glass of red wine. It was a middle-of-the-range Merlot, perfect for a night-in on a Saturday evening. “Why aren’t you and Jules hanging out tonight?”

“He’s, umm, occupied.”

“Oh?”

“Uh, yeah. We decided to try an open relationship, and he’s seeing someone tonight,” Saph replied. I noticed the prickles of pain in her gem-like eyes and wondered how long their relationship would last if my brother continued sleeping with other people.

“Are you keeping your options open since Jules is seeing other people?” I asked her. I suspected he was with his mystery woman, who’d pay him for whatever tricks he performed for her.

“I’m open to all options,” Saph replied. “Vera, I hear your phone ringing from your room. It’s rung several times.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I think someone wants you badly tonight. Could it be Mister X? Or Mister Y? Or the mysterious Mister Z?” Saph chuckled.

“Alright, hun. I’ll check who’s calling,” I chirped. Removing my butt from the sofa, I kissed Saph’s pretty forehead and strolled into my bedroom. I snatched the phone from my bed and saw three missed calls from Alistair Scott.

Alistair

Eleven p.m.

Vera, Vera. Where are you, sweetheart?

I drank my malt whiskey to pass the time as I lazed on the leather sofa at Paulo’s Bar. My right foot had a life of its own, tapping to the jazzy music at the upmarket club. Glancing at my reflection in the window, I saw a nervous man with taut cheeks. I looked around and noticed two women, absolute dolls, rolling their hips and shoulders as they eyed me from top to toe. No doubt, their eyes caught the shine of my Cartier Trinity bracelet, a symbol of men’s style and elegance, and, of course, my Rolex watch.

What happened to Vanessa? Well, let’s just say I cut dinner short and told my driver to take her home. Vanessa lied to me about her age. I thought she was twenty-one, but she didn’t have a legitimate ID card when I ordered wine. She had just turned eighteen, barely legal.

Fuck. I needed Vera.

I shook my head and crossed my right leg over my left, feeling anxiety pit against my stomach. I sipped my whiskey to calm my nerves and indulged in the light-bodied flavor coating my mouth. I was on the prowl for my lioness, who promised she’d meet me here at ten-thirty p.m. She was thirty minutes late if she planned to come at all. I started scrolling through my work messages when a cool hand slipped through my unbuttoned shirt and rubbed my chest.

“Did you miss me?” Vera’s luscious voice purred in my ear. The softness of her caramel curls spilled on my shoulder and tickled my cheek. Taller than most women, she was fit as a fiddle with shapely legs which shimmered with a natural tan.

“Mmm, I missed you,” I murmured, feeling the wet stain of her scarlet lipstick on my cheekbone.

“Your breath smells like pussy washed down with whiskey.”

“Oh, fuck…” I started to panic as she sat by my side.

“Don’t worry. I’m not upset you tasted her. I’m disappointed you didn’t share.”

“Share?”

“Mmm,” she murmured, taking my glass and drinking the whiskey. “Delicious and sweet.”

“It’s the finest malt whiskey, sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t talking about the drink. What’s her name?”

“Vanessa,” I admitted, furrowing my eyebrows. “Look, Vera…”

“Alistair, I get it. Don’t worry, love. You’re not the only one who played tonight.” Vera rolled her head back and let out a low laugh.

“Is that why you’re late?” My eyes rounded in surprise.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied. There it was. Vera’s grin of satisfaction.

Damn it, she was fresh and flushed from a recent orgasm. Her crimson, figure-hugging minidress was slightly damp; it could have been from the rain outside or her hot hookup. Yet, she didn’t carry the scent of another man. She smelled sweet and edible, like flowers in full bloom.

“Who was it?” I ran my fingers along Vera’s smoothly shaven and oiled legs, inching closer to what lay under the hem. I pinched her flesh, claiming her as mine, and she reciprocated by rubbing my inner thigh muscles.

“Her name is Holly, a gorgeous blonde I met at a work-related event recently. I ran into her on the way here and became rather distracted.”

“Well, Artemis, your arrow pierces my heart. It was never Eros who controlled the hearts of men and women, was it?” I rubbed my thumb in circular motions in between her legs, getting closer to her sex.

“Do you think I’m Artemis?” Vera continued massaging my thigh.

“You’re a goddess who likes to hunt. Wasn’t it the Athenians who worshipped her at the Sanctuary of Artemis Orthia?” I continued, erotically rubbing her smooth, moist skin.

“No, it was the Spartans who visited the site. The sanctuary was in Sparta,” Vera corrected me, cupping my jawline with her long fingers. “The women who honored the cult were supposedly celibate, but they danced in a sexually tantalizing manner. The young men who praised the Greek goddess were whipped at the temple’s altar in Sparta,” she continued, licking her red lips. “Sounds kinky, doesn’t it?”

“I’m impressed.” I grinned, then tilted toward her to taste her lips.

“My brother is an archaeology professor at the state university. That’s how I know. I read some of his work,” the goddess said, breaking my kiss.

“Oh? I guess my private school education did not fully equip me with the privilege of that knowledge.” Lowering my eyes, I took in the sweetness of Vera’s soft lips and slid my tongue between them.

“You were one of those private school brats,” Vera teased, drawing back to trace her index finger around my lips.

“So were you,” I murmured.

“I had a scholarship,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal more chest than I would normally expose.

I squeezed her upper thigh, smiling smugly. “You’re still a naughty private schoolgirl.”

“Touché.” Vera’s lips parted again. I took the hook, exploring eagerly as I drank from her with drought-stricken thirst.

“Come here, baby.” I pulled Vera close to me, feeling the hotness of her bare vaginal lips. The seductress wore no panties. I was intoxicated, aching to fuck her on my bed. “My place?” I asked, pressing her heated entrance with my rough fingers.

“Oh, Alistair,” Vera moaned, pushing her breasts against my chest. My other hand aroused her nipples, barely covered by a thin piece of stretch fabric. Damn, she wore no bra. The red dress was the only barrier between Vera’s hot body and my itching hands. She was fucking gorgeous, with her mocha eyes and red lips.

“Would you like some meat tonight?” I whispered, nipping her earlobe with enticing kisses.

“Yes,” she breathed, rubbing my erection. “Damn, you’ve got quite a boner there, Scotty.”

“It wants you, Vera. Let me have you,” I murmured.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” The temptress winked. “You already had a meal earlier today.”

“Will you sleep with me?” My heart ran a rapid race, and my body ached to be inside her. I swear my balls would burst any second now.

“Another night won’t hurt.” Vera bit her lower lip, then licked it with her pink tongue.

Oh, the things she did with that wicked tongue.

I needed to bury myself inside the woman.