"So," Roy started.
He's rich, but I still stand by what I said earlier. He has many women filtering in and out, probably multiple at once. He was attractive, though. His sun-kissed skin accentuated the silver streaks throughout his black hair. It was long and brushed back out of his face but not long enough to put in a ponytail. His rich man's cologne oozed money, and his diamond-studded Rolex added to the luxury. He knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage often. He knew he barely had to try. His appearance showed it all—an absolute bachelor.
"Tanya," he continued while sipping his drink, "How do you know the Baldwins?"
"Just a friend, newly acquainted," I embellished, "How do you?"
"I'm their business partner. We met in our early twenties. The three of us were a wild trio back then. Callista had so much spunk to her, and Dimitri had his drive; I had my creativity. We were unstoppable," he started. He glanced down at his drink, reminiscing and sad simultaneously.
"You still do, from the looks of it," I lied. He looked sad and a wealthy man who could look so lonely—lightly tugged at my heartstrings.
"No," he shook his head in dismay, "Not like we used to. The three of us were very close. We both loved Callista. I suppose jealousy played a significant role. He shared her with others. Why not me? His best friend who helped him to be where we are today? Did he have that little respect for me?"
Wow, he was revealing a lot. How lonely must this man be? Or was he used to the girls he was with being so drunk they weren't listening?
"It isn't easy to do," I admitted, "I had a threesome with the father of my son. When I found out he was sleeping with her without me, it made me feel some way. If I had invited her and had sex with them all the time, it would have been different because I did the inviting. And I would make sure he was included."
He glanced over at me, surprised by my response. Honesty deserves honesty. No matter how brutal it can be.
"Do you have a son?" he asked. I'm sorry, but you don't look like you've had children."
My cheeks blushed, "Yes, a fifteen-year-old."
"You must have been quite young when you had him," he stated.
"Fifteen," I admitted, "I'm thirty."
"You look stunning," he complimented.
"Thank you," I smiled. I have a feeling you say that to a lot of women."
"Only some," he admitted, "But never as honest as you. They aren't grown like yourself. Very mature. Most of them want a car or an expensive piece of jewelry, but only after we fuck. They feel they've earned it then."
I heard an emptiness in his voice. So sad. He never healed. His honesty and bluntness were impressive.
"Naive, little girls, from the sound of it," I agreed as I finished my martini.
"How so?" he asked.
"That's all they thought they could get from a man like you. They kept from sticking around to see what a queen you could treat them as if given the chance. No, they want a quick gift after a quick pound session. Pathetic and sad, if you ask me," I smirked.
"Isn't that what your friend, Ivy, is doing with the Baldwins?" he crossed.
"Be careful," I warned, gesturing, "That's my family. I won't let you judge her for what she chooses to do. She's still experiencing a lot for the first time."
"I never meant to insult, just a question," he held up his hands in surrender with a forgiving smile.
I gave a nod of approval before gesturing to another drink.
"Can we please get a bottle of your best champagne and fresh strawberries?" Roy asked the bartender, "If you think I'm so heartless," he continued, "Why bother sitting with me?"
"You have this look about you simultaneously," I admitted. You know how to love and talk to a woman, and you know how to treat her right if given the chance. I'm not particularly looking to date anyone, but I wouldn't mind getting to know you."
He glanced at me, his gaze turning to hunger and desire in a quick flash, and then he was gone as he finished the contents of his glass. The bartender brought over the bottle of champagne, two flute glasses, and the juiciest strawberries you've ever seen. He did know the art of seduction, and I'd never been with a mature older man before.
"How about we get to know each other on my yacht next door?" he offered.
"Your yacht is next door," I laughed, "You're kidding right?"
"No," he stood up, grabbing the bottle of champagne and our glasses. "Follow me."
I was at a loss for words. I couldn't help but follow. I wasn't afraid of him. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me. Why not? What could it hurt to fuck an experienced man? I was following him off the yacht when Dimitri stepped before us.
"Leaving so soon, Roy?" he asked.
"Getting tired with my old age," Roy joked.
They patted one another on the shoulder like old friends before giving a slight hug. They still had love for each other. You could see it. They said their goodbyes.
"Would you mind telling Ivy where I'm going?" I asked Dimitri.
"Of course," he nodded, "I'll let her know you're in good hands. I trust this man with my life."
I tried a bit hard, but I smiled before following Roy to his yacht, which he was honest about being right next to theirs. I kicked off my heels, but I was tired of wearing them. There's no point right now. I looked up to see him looking back and smiling at me. I quickened my pace to catch up with him at the front entrance.
"What's with the smile?" I asked.
"I like how you don't care," he chuckled.
I seized the champagne bottle and made my way around the front of his yacht towards the. It was huge. The spacious area had a California bed against one wall and a massive flatscreen on the other. The dark glass made the room seem more significant than it was already. He had everything you could ever want except the one woman he loved. He filled things to keep him distracted from his pain. Rich people can't just drink cheap whiskey like the rest of us.
I walked out to the small terrace outside the sliding door and sat on one of the brown chairs. He followed me, placing the bottle on the small table between us, and sat in the opposite chair. Roy began to fumble around his pocket to reveal a knife. Once flipped open, he sliced a strawberry in half. He placed a slice in each flute glass before filling it with champagne. Fancy.
"If you don't mind me saying," Roy spoke, "You are beautiful."
He already has me here, and he's still trying. How cute.
"Thank you," I said, sipping from my glass. How old are you, Roy?"
His eyes widened in surprise, "I'm 54."
"14 years older than me," I verified.
He glanced down and drank all the champagne in the glass, "Shouldn't be a problem. I can assure you."
"Oh, no! I wasn't talking about that," I'm such a smartass; I can only imagine how he took that, "I mean, I've never been with a man as old as you."
"That's a relief," he said with a smile. He stood up from his chair and guided me to the bed.
I was twirled around and pushed on my back to the bed, not roughly, more like bending me to fit what he needed. I tried to prop myself up, but my wrist was seized and wrapped up the small of my back. I couldn't move. My legs hung over the bed; my hips arched the corner. My breathing began to quicken.
"Calm down," I felt his hot breath tickle against my ear as he leaned down to me, "I'm not going to hurt you."
His right hand began to slide my dress up over my ass. I pressed my face into the bed. A part of me felt uncomfortable and embarrassed for some reason. Another part was excited with anticipation of his experience. He was gentle yet firm as he caressed my ass. My face blushed, but luckily, he couldn't see me. I felt my body relax as he released my pinned wrist. He could feel me becoming more submissive. I felt his hot tongue slide up my spine.
"Ugh!" I moaned uncontrollably.
He nibbled on the back of my neck, causing me to squirm. I crawled more onto the bed, only to have my ankles pinned. My knees were bent to my elbows with one swift motion. His hands were now spreading apart my thighs. I felt my underwear rip off without resistance.
"Ugh!" I cried as his hot tongue slid along my clit.
I've never had someone eat me out in this position before. He began rubbing his tongue relentlessly over my opening. He knew what he was doing. My entire body lit on fire. I clawed at the bed sheets in response to how I physically felt. It's hard controlling your body when it feels so good. His hot was now inside of me.
"Roy!" I erupted as two fingers replaced his tongue.
His tongue traced its way slowly up my spine as the pace of his fingers quickened.
"Fuck!" I cried.
His fingers were gone and quickly replaced with the head of his cock.
"Wait!" I whimpered, but I was too wet, and he had already shoved his entire length inside of me. The burning expression deep within me made the tips of my toes throb with excitement. He was bigger than anything I'd ever had before. I felt like my womb was stretched out to its fullest extent, and I don't think all of him is even inside of me yet.
"You're too big!" I pleaded.
He pulled out of me and went back down between my legs. His tongue rubbed over me vigorously once more. He shoved two fingers inside at a quick pace.
"Fuck! What?!" I shouted randomly.
I felt a familiar pressure build deep within me and an aching burn that needed release.
"More! Please!" I begged, "Harder!"
I heard him giggle between my legs but did as I requested. The quickening pace built me up into a frenzy of explosions. I felt my uterus convulse, causing my legs to twitch in release. I felt Roy come up between my legs.
"Don't worry, that's it for tonight," he promised, "I'll have fun with you later. For tonight, let's try to get some rest. The sun should be up in a few hours."
My heavy-lidded eyes opened slightly before nodding off. Strange. I could have sworn he was smiling and caressing my cheek.