Sugar Daddies (14 page)

“More than a fuck once a week on a Saturday, yeah.” He sipped his water, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Much more than that.”

I felt my colour draining.
Much more than that.
What could be much more than that? A live-in whore? A sex slave? A maid?
A girlfriend?

He waved his hands. Held them up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Too much, too soon.”

“No,” I said. “It’s just… I don’t…” I took a breath. “I’m not really sure how this stuff works. I just read a couple of reader’s letters in Glitz, and it all sounded so easy and cool and glamorous. And hot. It sounded hot.”

“There
aren’t any rules,” he said. “It’s just people. People want different things. I guess we need to find a zone where we all gel.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess so.”

I had no idea what kind of zone a guy like Carl would gel in. The idea turned my legs to jelly.

“Me, personally,” he said. “I want fun. Companionship. Someone who’ll make us laugh. Someone who fits. Someone who’s kind. Someone who takes cock like a trooper and still wants more the next morning.”

My cheeks burned. “And then what?”

He shrugged. “And then she stays. Maybe. If that’s what she wants.”

“Stays?”

He looked me straight in the face. “Decides she doesn’t want to leave and our cool little duo becomes an even cooler trio.” He shook his head, slapped himself on the temple.
“Shit. This really isn’t for now. I only fucked you once already, I’m kinda hoping for more before I scare the shit out of you.”

“I’m not scared,” I said, but it was at least partially a lie. “I just… I don’t know…”

“You can’t know,” he said. “You only just met us.” He sighed. “I just wanted you to know this isn’t just some flash in the pan idea. It’s not about
throwing money at a bit of pussy.”

“Noted.” I smiled.

He laughed, a belly laugh. “You’re so fucking scared now.”

I laughed back. “No!”

“Yes,” he grinned. “You are. Forget I said anything.”

“Really,” I lied. “I’m not.”

He licked his lips, and his tongue bar glinted, the atmosphere tightening in a heartbeat. “We’ll fuck you first. A lot. Then you can think about it.”

My stomach tickled, and I wanted him. I knew I wanted
him
. I shouldn’t think it, and I certainly shouldn’t say, but the words were already in my throat. “If it was just… if
this
was just… regular… it would be…”

“Easy?”

“Easier…” I admitted. “I mean, if it were just… if this were… us…”

His expression turned serious. “Carl and I come as a pair,” he said. “Always.”

I shook my head. Mortified. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean. I was just… thinking aloud… I shouldn’t…”

“It’s alright. I get it. One on one is simple. Classic boy meets girl. Girl fancies boy. Boy wants girl. They fuck. They swoon. They fall into a groove.” He smirked. “I get it, that could be us. I feel that.”

“I shouldn’t have…” I repeated. “It just slipped out.” I wanted to kick myself. Hard. “I’m sure I’ll like Carl.”

“You’ll get to know him,” he said. “And when you do, you’ll love him. I promise.”

“I’ll love him, will I?” I laughed to lighten the tension. “You seem pretty confident.”

“I
am
confident. Carl’s hot, and smart, and funny — even if he doesn’t always seem that way. He’s determined and he always gives his everything. He’s loyal, too.”

“When did you know it was love?”

He smiled. “When he gave me his ass for the first time, and I was way more interested in him than his girlfriend’s hot pussy. It doesn’t happen all that often, the ass thing. He’s not much of a taker.”

I smirked. “So, the girlfriend got booted?”

He shook his head. “The girlfriend was a scheming bitch. She fucked off.”

“No loss, then.”

“Not for me,” he said. “More so for Carl.”

“So, you’re looking for a third for your happily ever after? Carl, Rick, and Miss Unknown.”

“Something like that. Like I said, it isn’t a concern for now.”

I couldn’t help feeling a little unnerved inside, the prospect of more taking grip of my lungs. I picked up a chicken wing, forced myself to smile as I ate it.

“You
did
say you didn’t want the status quo.” He held up his glass. “Here’s to finding out, hey?”

I touched my glass to his. “Sure thing. I’ll drink to that.”

He took a swig, then clapped his hands together. “Enough of this heavy bollocks,” he said. “Let’s shut up and eat our bloody lunch before my blabbermouth runs away with me.”

Sounded good to me.

Rick moved the music to the living room after lunch, one of those seamless setups that pipes your tunes from room to room. He took the sofa, and so did I, and so naturally my knee rested against his. He’d made me laugh, so much. Made me smile, so hard. So many stories, of travels, and graphic design, and love, and sex, and life. Mainly I had stories about Samson, but he was interested. Genuinely, too. I could see it in his eyes.

I could spend a lot of time around Rick Warner. A fuck of a lot of time.

An early lunch was turning into a late one, but he hadn’t made any attempt to return to his project, and I wasn’t pushing it. I could have happily stayed there, slumped on his sofa while we talked the afternoon away, substituted mineral water for cold beer and laughed my way through until dawn.

“So, yeah,” he grinned. “She, um, didn’t last long. Told me I was a freaky piece of crap and took off out of there.”

“In her underwear?!”

“In just her fucking knickers.” He laughed. “Seriously, it was a pathetic excuse for a thong.” He gestured to his crotch. “Barely covered her fucking slit, I tell you.”

The thought made me giggle. “She drove home like that?!”

“Yep. Through rush hour traffic.”

“And that was the very first time you tried watersports?”

His eyes glinted. “What makes you so sure I tried it again?”

He had me. My cheeks burned. “I dunno. You just seem that kind of guy…”

“Ha!” He held his hands up. “You got me. Seriously, though, don’t get too nervous. I won’t throw up any filthy surprises, I promise.”

“I trust you,” I said. “I’m brave like that.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, and there was something in it. Something unspoken, and heavy, and probably the result of too many sex stories.

I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the need between my legs, but all it did was hitch my knee further up Rick’s thigh.

He licked his lips, and I watched his mouth as mine opened.
Shit.
And then he leaned forwards, his hand on my leg, hot through the denim, his breath warm on my open lips. Fuck, I wanted him. Not for the money, not to seal the deal, or get him on side, or take away my nerves for the big double-fucking that was heading my way.

Just
because
.

His lips brushed mine, and his eyes were dark, his lashes so close they tickled my skin.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Please…”

He paused, hovering so close. “This is a grey area…”

Carl.

The thought was a spray of cold water, and I blinked, shifted, put my hand on his chest and moved away. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean…”

He took hold of my thigh, strong hands pulling me back, hitching my leg over his to spread me wide. Even in denim, I felt exposed. “A grey area,” he said. “Not a no-go area.”

“But Carl…”

“Carl knows you’re here. He knows I want this.”

My breath was nothing but a hiss. “But you said… together, or not at all…”

“We usually mean it…”

Usually?
I gasped as his tongue touched my cheek, moved down to my neck. He kissed my throat, and I squirmed, sinking down, letting my thighs fall open. “Fuck…”

“No sex…” he whispered
. “We can’t… but just a kiss… one little kiss can’t be wrong…”

I moaned as his mouth pressed to mine, and my lips were already open, welcoming his tongue. His piercing felt so good, so nice as it circled my tongue. He pressed me into my seat, my head tipped back and at his mercy, and I could feel his hard-on as he moved, the swell against my thigh as he sucked my mouth, sucking my tongue deep into his. I had nothing but breath and need, and it turned me from rational Katie to some other Katie I didn’t recognise. A Katie who wanted this guy so bad I twisted my fingers in the tangle of his hair and gripped him tight. A Katie who rubbed her thigh against the swell in his crotch and fought back the urge to dig her way inside his clothes.

Just a kiss.

But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a writhing, heavy, free-for-all, our mouths clamped together as we made out like two horny teenagers, only Rick was no teenager. His kiss was skilled, and dirty and deep, so horny it made my clit spark, my pussy throbbing
against the seam of my jeans. He read my body, pressed his hand to my crotch, rubbing me hard through the stiff fabric.

“I want you,” I breathed into his mouth. “Fuck, I want you.”

His fingers teased me, his rhythm steady between my legs. “What I’d fucking give to see how wet you are…” I groaned as he pressed hard. “I bet you’re fucking sopping. Your sweet little pussy so fucking wet for me.”

I held his wrist, encouraged his movements. “Please… Oh fuck, yes, please…”

“I wish…” he rasped. “How I fucking wish. I’m so fucking hard… What I’d give to explode inside your hot little slit… what I’d fucking give…”

“Dirty boy,” I groaned. “I love your dirty mouth.”

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want…”

My senses were reeling, my body jerking against his hand. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I want your gorgeous fucking cock in me…”

“Nice,” he smiled against my cheek. “More…”

My voice was just a whisper. “I want to feel you inside… I want you to fuck me, hard… I want you to take my ass, and make me fucking squeal…”

“You want to be stretched, little girl? Is that what you fucking want?”

Oh fuck, my clit was clanging like a church bell. “Yes… oh, fuck, please… I want you to stretch me…”

“
Gonna open you up so fucking wide,” he growled. “Gonna take your fucking cunt with two fat cocks, stretch you nice and fucking big… two big
fucking dicks in your sweet little pussy… gonna feel so fucking dirty… gonna feel so fucking tight…”

“Yes…”

“Wanna see all the way inside you… all the way into your pink fucking hole…”

“Yes…”

“Gonna make you wet… make you stretch… make you fucking gape for me…”

The heel of his palm, so hard against my clit. “Fuck…” I ran my fingers down his chest, over his abs, until I found the swell in his pants. I squeezed him through his jeans. “Fuck me…”

“I fucking shouldn’t…” he groaned. “Fuck…” But he was grinding against my hand, moving
over me.

“Just a quick one. Hard and fast. Please…”

“I can’t…” he said. “I can’t…”

I cried out as he pinned me, his cock against my pussy, just two layers of denim keeping us apart. He fumbled with his zipper, and his breath was fast, so fast in my face. I stared at him, eyes wide, thighs spread and ready for more, but he paused before
his dick was out, the haze clearing.

“Shit,” he said. “Carl. I just… can’t…”

I tried to find the resolve to push him away. “Grey area?”

He shook his head. “It’s not so fucking grey, not really.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Shit.”

I sucked in breath. “It’s ok,” I said. “We won’t…”

“But I want to,” he said. “I want to so fucking much.” He gripped the leather of the sofa at the side of my head. “Why couldn’t he have just taken fucking lunchtime off?”

“He must have known…” I whispered. “He must have known we’d be… wanting…”

He shook his head, and his eyes were clear and focused. “That isn’t why you’re here,” he said, and there was a tone to it. A tone that made my heart sink.

I moved from underneath him, and he shifted to accommodate, pulling up his zipper and leaving his cock well alone.

“Why am I here? Why did you call me here knowing Carl was out?” The questions came out with a ragged desperation, and I hated it. I hated the thought of surprises.

And I hated the thought of this being over.

“I didn’t want to say…” he said. “Not yet. It’s too early, way too early, but Carl… Carl needs…” He sighed, then rubbed his face, his breath deep.

I sat upright, closed my thighs. “Carl needs…?”

“Carl wants to know whether…” He sighed. “Carl has… requirements…”

“Two cocks at once, right?” I said.

He shook his head. “That’s not it.” He brushed a wisp of hair from my cheek. “I didn’t want to talk about it, not so soon. But it’s important. Carl is… insistent… he wants to know…
needs
to know…”