His Price (13 page)

“Then why did you have them on when you were working, and this morning?” Cupping her mound, she moaned loudly.

“Because I don't want just anyone looking at me. And Jeans with bare skin...” Spreading her legs as far as she could, I slid one finger over the wet center. Her thighs shook with my touch, back arching up high. “Mm, yeah.” Her moan fell out like hot liquid from her mouth.

I had just silenced her thoughts.

Noella draped a hand over my hard erection, following the outline beneath my jeans. Pushing firmly against the zipper, it ached to feel her.

And I pained to have her.

Popping the button in one tug, she slid the zipper down. Reaching her hand inside, she gripped my hard shaft and pulled it free. A soft gasp spilled from the back of her throat as I clicked faster against her clit.

She started at the base and worked her way up. Palming the tip, she squeezed hard. I was ready to burst, even before she touched me. Noella was a sacred piece of art, a masterpiece I wanted to consume.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I yanked her over onto my lap. Her dripping pussy slid across the top of my cock, making my eyes roll back. To feel how wet she was, it drove me wild.

“You feel that, huh?” The soft whisper spread across my ear as she bit my lobe. “I've never been this wet before.”

Growling from the back of my throat, I tore her jacket off. Ripping it down her arms, I threw it to the side like a piece of useless garbage. Peeling the top half of her dress down, her tits emerged, nipples poking out and firm.

Squeezing her breasts together, I twisted my head side to side, running my tongue over each soft pink circle. Noella's nails scraped across the back of my neck and up into my hair, tearing at the roots. I was ready, ready to fuck the shit out of her. I wanted her to ride my cock, feel me hit her all the way up in her belly.

Picking her up at the hips, I tried to guide my cock inside. Swiftly, she blocked it from entering. “Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“Why? We didn't use one earlier.” Forcing my tongue up her ribs, I leaned in to bite her shoulder.

“Which was a mistake, no condom no pussy.” Clicking her tongue, she covered her pussy with the front of her dress.

My head fell heavy against the seat. “You know why you're here. Do you think I have any?”

Noella's mouth flicked towards her ear as if she was thinking. “Well, looks like this isn't going any further.” Lifting her leg off my hip, she tried to guide it back over the seat. Her body twisted awkwardly, ass honking the horn as she fell back against the steering wheel.

“Noella, don't. You can't leave me like this.” My hands gestured down to the hard-on standing up firm. “I know you want it,” I said, gripping my cock, sliding my hand up and down the shaft.

The horn blared loudly with her ass still fixed against it, using the wheel for leverage she attempted the maneuver again. Slipping forward, she was pressed against my chest. Her hand ran over my torso, I felt each finger roll over my abs.

Looking up at me, I pulled her to my face. She wanted to speak, her lips opened softly, her tongue raised towards her teeth. But I stopped her.

I pushed my tongue in her mouth, tasting the words that wanted to escape but never had the chance to form. Her tongue wrestled with mine, arms firming around my shoulders to pull herself up.

Noella didn't break the kiss. She let me consume her, let me indulge in the honeyed flavor of her mouth. If I wanted to stop myself, or have that second of thought, I couldn't.

She was what I needed in so many ways.

My heart raced inside my chest, beating fiercely against the walls containing it. I could feel my cock throb, pulsing against the flesh of her thigh. Her fair skin was tinged pink, the muscles of her thighs shaking with desire and nerves.

She knew I was going to fuck her, and she was going to let me. Even with her false affection for protection. If she didn't want it, if she didn't feel it like I did, she'd be back in her seat, closed off and unwilling to keep going.

But Noella was pushing back, grinding her pussy into my lap. The wet heat radiated, dampening the fabric of my jeans.

Our eyes froze on each other, as her body lifted up. Sliding her pussy across the swollen tip, I drove myself inside. Her spine firmed, sitting her straight up, hands clasping around my neck.

Every inch of my cock was buried deep inside her. Rocking her hips, she rode my length, gliding up and down. Starting off slow, she raised up on her knees. Her tits leveled with my eyes, perched like two perfect rain drops.

Bringing my teeth up, I nibbled on her nipples. Finding her pace, my fingers slid up to the small of her back, gripping the dimples rested just above her ass. Jerking my hips up, I pushed myself in as far as I could go.

“Noella, fuck Noella.” Biting my lip, my cock throbbed, the heat bubbling up into my stomach. If I had one weakness when it came to sex, it was having her on top.

Trying to hold back, I felt her body quiver, a delicate coo forced out from her mouth as her head fell back.

The tell tale sign she was about to come, about to cream all over my dick. That was all it took. My balls went taut, trembling from below, my thick shaft pulsed inside her. Pump after pump I shot my come in waves into her pussy.

Every muscle in my body tensed, beads of sweat trickled over my forehead, dropping with soundless splashes onto her thighs.

Lifting my head to her face, she stared at me. Her body relaxing and eating up the orgasm that just electrified her insides.

Without her speaking I knew what she was thinking; what was running through her head in a rapid cascade of thoughts.

We had just done what she thought she didn't want to.

We fucked without protection, without a barrier. She had just given herself to me again, fully and ultimately with no regrets. A smile emerged from behind her eyes, growing across her face.

“I don't know how you do this, how you get me to drop all my guards. But you do, Hegan. You do.” Her head fell onto my shoulder, chest resting against mine.

And our breathing became one.

One inhale, one exhale.

In our little cocoon, the world around us was fogged out. The windows were glazed in a haze, the sounds of outside masked by our lungs.

And in that moment, in that space, she was mine.

No one in else in the world could reach her.

She was exactly where I wanted her.

Noella

H
ow is he doing this to me?
When I'm with him, all I want is him. But he's dangling my mother over my head. I'm supposed to hate him, but I don't.

I want to and should... But no matter how much I think I do, he gives me feelings I've never felt before. The tingles in my belly, the nervous knots that roll around when I'm about to see him, or just plain next to him.

What the fuck! How can this happen? How can I actually want the man who is trying to force me to have his baby?
It didn't make sense, and it wasn't rational. I knew that, but I couldn't stop the feelings, couldn't halt the electricity between us.

He's a man who's been given an option, a man who also feels there is no way out.

And his father is a piece of shit. Trying to push on Hegan what he thinks he should be and what he thinks he should do with his life.

It's not right.

A parent is supposed to be there for support and encouragement. I've been lucky, my parents had always stood beside me and let me find myself; let me be who I wanted. Not once did they ever try and push themselves and their views on me.

That's how it should be.

Parents were there as a guide, a pillar of what was right and wrong. But in the end they gave us the tools that a child would need to make the right choices and decisions in their life.

After lunch with Brandon and Stella, a part of me began to feel really bad for Hegan. All he wanted was for his parents to accept him for him. But they didn't.

His mom seemed like she wanted to, but didn't feel she could. She didn't give him the same deadened look as his father. Stella had a warmer expression; a tender side that had been drowned for so long by their lifestyle, and her husband's ideal image.

Brandon had his hands wrapped around her too, squeezing to the point of suffocation. As if she was trapped in a cocoon he had formed; an ugly, hardened shell, that held her prisoner to his ways.

I got a first hand view into the box of their lives. Looking from the outside, seeing the tension between Hegan and his dad; they must have been battling for years. Every sentence out of Brandon's mouth was about something Hegan should do or didn't do.

It's no wonder he felt he had no other options, he probably wasn't given any in life to begin with. Where was he supposed to go from that?

It's sickening to see the disconnect between them. They don't have a family, not in the true form of the word. Hegan's deeper than what he wanted show; what he showed the world was only a crust he formed on the outside. For him to have told me all the things he saw in me, it melted my heart.

Looking out the window, the snow glistened brightly under the sun. Squinting my eyes, I spotted something out in the vast yard. A large hill was set a few hundred yards away.

I think it's time for a little fun. When was the last time Hegan had time to play?

Throwing the door open, I ran to the bottom of the stairs. “Hegan!” I yelled. My voice echoed off the ceiling, circling the room. “Hegan!”

The loud clomp of his feet ran across the floor. “What? You alright?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Throw on some warm clothes and meet me in the back yard.” A huge smile spread across my face, teeth closed tightly inside my lips.

“What?” he asked, arching his brow.

“Warm clothes, outside in ten minutes.” Pointing my finger up at him, I said, “Really warm clothes.” Spinning on my heel, I didn't give him another chance to speak.

Making my way back to the bedroom, I realized I hadn't exactly thought this through, or brought anything warmer than my jeans and jacket. Scrounging through the closet and draws to see what was there, I yanked out a large brown fur coat and held it up.
Looks expensive and warm. Perfect.

I hoped Hegan wouldn't mind me using it. But with the money his family had, I was sure they could afford another. Sifting through the drawers, I found thermals, heavy socks, and a large country club sweatshirt.

My clothing issue was solved.

Standing outside in snow up to my calves, I had two trashcan lids rested under each arm, holding them proudly. I'd spotted them in the garage when we left for lunch, and knew they would do the job.

Hegan opened the door and stepped out. Dressed in black sweatpants, a heavy jacket and knitted cap, he looked like he just jumped out of a damn Charlie Brown cartoon. I couldn't contain myself, a gut wrenching laugh spilled from my lips.

Bursting out laughing, he asked, “What?” Holding his arms out. “What the hell are those?” he questioned through chuckles.

“Garbage can lids. Have you ever seen one before?” Smirking wildly, I held them up.

“Yes, I'm not that sheltered. But what do you have them for?” Pushing through the snow, he stood a foot away. “Nice coat.”

“Thanks, I found it in the closet. How does it look?” I pressed my arm into my hip, twirling my leg side to side.

“It looks like it belongs to my grandmother.”

“Hope she doesn't mind me using it.” Gazing down at the fur, I watched it blow in the wind. Each hair waving back and forth. I wasn't a fan of fur, but I had to admit; it was warm.

“She won't. She died about two years ago.”

“Well, then she doesn't need it now, does she?” I knew it was a morbid joke, but he laughed. And my insides rocketed with excitement. It was nice to have someone enjoy my sense of humor.

All my life I had been that person who didn't say the right things at the right times, or maybe I cracked a joke that was colorful to say the least. But most ears didn't agree with it, and often I was cast a glare of:
'How could you say that?'

To see Hegan laughing and know I meant no harm, it felt amazing.

“So what are the lids for? I'm curious.” Hegan curled his arms up over each other, hugging himself for warmth.

It was cold as fuck out here, and with the wind blowing in off the ocean, it felt like it was well below freezing.

His nose was turning a bright red, matching his cheeks. Sniffling with each breath, he rubbed his nose with his wrist.

“Alright, come on,” I said, nodding for him to follow me.

“Where are we going? It's really cold out, you know that?” I heard Hegan accentuate his sniffle, making it much louder than it needed to be.

“That's why I said to dress warm. Don't be a baby, just follow me.” Heading towards the hill, I trucked through the snow. I was happy I'd found the thick socks, otherwise the snow would have made my sneakers feel like sandals.

Trudging up the hill, Hegan followed closely behind me. Turning at the top I handed him a lid. “What am I doing with this now?” He asked, twisting it back and forth in front of his shins.

“You're going sledding with me.” Holding the lid up, I took a few steps back. Charging forward, I leaped onto it and slid down the hill on my stomach.

An echo rolled over my shoulder from behind me. Hegan yelled, “Are you serious!?”

“Yup!” I screamed back, as the wind whipped through my hair. The uneven snow caused the lid to jostle me around, jerking my body side to side.

Slowly, sliding to a halt, I lifted myself up and turned to look back at Hegan. The hat he had on had fallen off and landed in the snow behind him. The wind spreading across his face, pulled his cheeks back tight, and the yell escaping his mouth was priceless.

He was yelping a sound of pure joy. An escape from inside that he hadn't probably felt since he was a young boy.

If he was ever lucky enough to feel some sense of being a child at all.

I wasn't sure if that was ever actually allowed by his father. From the man I had met, it probably wasn't.

Watching him bounce and shake over the snow, I stood giggling. He was letting loose and it was a welcomed sight.