“That feels so good,” he said to me as his hands reached up and grasped my tits. He squeezed them, and the feeling caused me to move faster. I felt myself getting closer and closer to my climax. Then he stopped me and grabbed my hips, pulling me down so our chests were touching.
He began to move his cock in and out of me quickly.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned into his ear.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he asked.
It turned me on, and I felt myself getting closer to my release once again. Neil started moaning more, and even though we’d only had sex a few times, I knew he was getting close. “Come for me,” he said into my ear.
He moved faster, and I moved my body with him. In an instant, I felt the best release of my life. Neil wrapped his arms around me as he had his climax, and I had to admit the feeling made the end of my orgasm even more intense.
I climbed off of him and laid next to him on the bed.
“I love you, Fay. You know that, right?”
“I do,” I answered dreamily, fighting off the sleep that threatened to come in preparation of the celebrating still left to do. “I really do.”
“And do you know what else?”
“No, I don’t. Tell me?”
“This is it, Fay.”
“This is what?”
“This is it. This is the fairytale. It’s what everyone is looking for, what you were looking for. It’s the fairytale, and you and I actually found it.”
Rescue Me
Chapter 1
Blaine
I was posted up at the bar, having some drinks and scoping out chicks, like any other night for me. However, this Friday, I’d decided on a bar in West Palm Beach, an area a bit rowdier than the bars in Palm Beach that I normally frequented. I came here because I needed a change of pace, and I didn’t feel like dealing with stuck-up bitches who were only looking for one thing, deep pockets.
This bar, the Restless Wind, was a cool place to hang out in a relaxed atmosphere. It was a little dirty, a little shady, and full of normal, everyday people. West Palm Beach was a working town with lower to middle-class surroundings, people that worked hard for their money, and who liked to play just as hard. Palm Beach was for the rich people, the ones who owned companies, worked directly for the owner, or were trust fund babies.
I was a little of both. I’d taken over my parents’ law firm, and I had a trust fund, but that life bored me. It was the same thing, day in and day out. Coming out to the Restless Wind was exactly what I needed to break the monotony.
It was likely that I would see a fight while I was here, and wading through the chicks for a good one was definitely an interesting affair, but I didn’t have to worry about the silicone honeys only talking to me once I told them about the firm. I hated the damn business, anyway. I only worked their out of guilt and a sense of obligation. It had turned into a hassle and a headache.
I hated going home alone and that was precisely why I was here, to pick up my next honey to keep my bed loud and my loneliness at bay. Every night, I had a new chick. It had been a really long time since I’d picked up a woman that I kept around for more than a night. Finding a girl out here took some time, but getting them in my bed was easy, especially when I told them where I lived.
These chicks were the same as the Palm Beach ones, looking for their ticket to a more lucrative future. Only they didn’t have the fake tits and expensive makeup to get them there faster. Man, they had spirit, though. I loved a girl that was sassy and ready to give me some shit before I got her back to the bedroom. The girls out here were way more assertive as well, not just lying there with their tits bouncing up and down and their feet over their head. These girls liked to take control and get on top, riding me until the sun came up.
Tonight, I was determined not to let the loneliness get ahold of me. I would definitely take some beautiful broad back to Palm Beach with me. Hell, I might just take a girl across the street to the beach and bend them over the rocks out by the water. It would keep me from having to get them out of my place in the morning, something I didn’t feel like dealing with.
One thing all these chicks had in common was the fact that they were looking for their next husband. But not me. I wasn’t looking to find love and settle down. I had seen the family thing in motion, and I was not interested in becoming part of it in the least.
I had much better things to do with my time than raising some snot-nosed kid while my wife bitched at me for going to the bar. Besides, no commitment meant no stress and no heartbreak, which to me, sounded like the perfect kind of lifestyle.
These days, I had a hard enough time getting up and getting out of the house in one piece. I was surprised some days that I remembered to eat, much less take care of anyone else. I liked my freedom, I liked my quiet, and I liked to be able to combat any lack of companionship with a good amount of alcohol and a girl with her panties around her ankles, bent over a box in the back of the club. It was easy, clean, and simple, and I never had to worry about the drama and emotions of it all.
I learned very quickly, when you let your emotions, good or bad, rule your existence, you were easily fooled into thinking life was long and good. I knew all too well that it was total bullshit, and no one really got to live the dream with the people they loved. It was a fairy tale, and I hadn’t seen the least bit of proof to show me otherwise.
/> I was perfectly happy living off my inheritance, regardless of how dwindling it was, and not ever seeing the damn law firm again. My parents had been lawyers, and I had gone to school to become one because that was just what our family did. I could still remember the day so clearly in my mind.
I was off for spring break, and I decided to go home to Palm Beach instead of joining my friends in the islands. I hadn’t seen my parents since New Year’s, and I thought it would be nice to surprise them and see how their firm was holding up. I also wanted to get some rest before starting to gear up for finals.