I wonder how Sutton’s phone call with her parents went. Or, is she still talking to them? I hope they’re as pleased with the engagement as mine were.
Thinking about Sutton, tucked away in her room on the other side of the penthouse leaves me a little restless. Even though she’s in an entirely different room, I can’t help but sense herpresence, as if her being here has somehow disturbed the usually calm and still atmosphere of my home.
My mind wanders back to our night in California. I can’t help myself. She was so submissive and open to me, it was exhilarating. The memory of her spread out on the pool lounger, my tie wrapped around her eyes as she fully gave herself over to me. Trusting me to make her feel good.
The way her pussy gripped my cock so tight, as if it didn’t want to let go…how sweet she tasted, and the sounds of her cries as she came for me…
My cock is rock hard in an instant. I resist the urge for a moment, but in the end, I can’t help myself. Pulling my towel to the side to free my dick, I wrap my hand around the shaft and squeeze before I start to stroke. I hiss out a breath, tilt my head back, and close my eyes.
In my mind, Sutton is kneeling on the floor in front of me. It’s her delicate hand holding my cock, her slender fingers moving up and down my length. Without a word, she leans forward, parting her lips to take the head into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, jerking my cock harder as I imagine Sutton taking me all the way into her throat. Gazing up at me with burning desire in her gaze. I reach forward and grip her hair, taking control, and she lets me without hesitation. Yes. Fuck yes. She gives herself over to me completely and I move her head up and down my cock. She gags, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
“Such a good girl,” I growl out loud.
The pleasure is building deep in my belly, and I stroke faster. Harder. In my mind, I’m holding Sutton’s face in both my hands, rubbing my thumbs along her cheeks to wipe away the tears that have spilled from her eyes. She’s so beautiful with her gorgeous lips full of my cock, her cheeks red, and her eyes watery as she gazes up at me. I want to fill her mouth with my cum. Make her hold it there until I give her permission to swallow.
She nuzzles into my touch, the motion so trusting and adoring, it makes me come undone.
Gritting my teeth, I moan as my orgasm hits and cum explodes from my cock. I continue stroking myself hard, riding out my release as I imagine Sutton taking it all into her mouth.
When I’m done, I lie back on the bed with a heavy breath. Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard on my own before, and yet there’s a part of me that’s unsatisfied. That wants Sutton to actually be here, touching me, obeying me, and screaming my name in pleasure.
I need to get a grip. The night we spent together was fantastic, but it was a one-time thing. We’re friends, now. Partners in this scheme together. That’s it. Nothing more can happen between us.
It’s a line I simply won’t cross.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: POTENTIAL
SUTTON
When my alarmblares at 6:00 AM, I groan, wanting nothing more than to ignore it. Knowing I can’t, I reach over and turn it off, then stare up at the ceiling of my new room. I feel like I hardly got any sleep. I can’t stop thinking about how my parents reacted to the news of my engagement last night when I called them.
They were thrilled.
The minute I mentioned Jayce, the heir apparent to Parker Global, it seemed like all thoughts of Leon went out the window.
“Leon isn’t even a footnote in our thoughts anymore,”Mom had said. I’d been a little stunned by how quickly and willingly she was able to put Leon to the side. I’d been torn between frustration and relief. Is that really all they think? That I need a man so badly to run the company with, that I can upgrade to someone better and they’re just okay with it? They didn’t even ask me follow up questions. They just accepted the engagement as fact.
Still, I wanted them off my back, didn’t I? This plan seems to be working rather perfectly. I’ve worked too hard and sacrificed too much to ensure Holloway Architecture is mine and minealone when Dad passes it down. He’s never said so explicitly, I know Dad could easily hand the company over to my Uncle Kevin, or even his son Archie, though the kid’s only sixteen so that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.
Grabbing my phone, I let out a long groan when I see I have tons of messages. Several are from the group chat with the girls, demanding details.
Rylee: Okay, you gotta spill. What’s going on? Is this really all a plan? You two seemed pretty cozy with each other. Come on, you can tell me.
Grace: Sutton! I’m so confused. You guys acted like you hardly knew each other at Christmas! Now you’re plotting fake engagements together?
Skyler: What kind of crazy fuckery are you guys up too?
Stacey: I can’t believe I wasn’t at the game!!!
It’s not just the girls. I’ve got a few from Aunt Delilah demanding answers as well.
Aunt Delilah: Engaged? Why didn’t you say anything?!? What about the Leon situation??
Aunt Delilah: That man is fine, darling! I expect details!
I’ve also got several emails from Mom, already suggesting possible wedding venues, florists, and planners.
