Keira’s POV
I had so many plans for my Saturday afternoon and none of it included being stuck in this hall full of men in their forties and fifties who felt that playing golf was some fun activity. For a Saturday!
But after everything that had happened in the past few years, the most I could do was let dad know that I was there for him also.
I felt someone watching me and I searched through the crowd discreetly to see who it was. My eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face. His tall and athletic build towered over everyone in the room. His electric blue eyes on me made me suddenly feel hot in my light clothes despite the air conditioning that had been installed in the small meeting room.
Something in me liquefied at his stare and I held tightly onto my wine glass, pressing my thighs together.
He donned a pastel blue hoodie over white shorts, coupled with a pair of white sneakers. The beautiful man stood across from me in the lobby facing the green pitch, sipping from a wine flute.
His medium length hair, a curly brown mop, fell casually over his forehead and his long deft fingers constantly raked them backwards. The stubborn strands however, only returned to his forehead, like that was where they were meant to be.
Strangely, I found myself agreeing with them. I should be the one who put them in their place, testing their texture and holding onto them for my dear life while he plunged those fingers into me.
I watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he interacted with the other club members, even though he moved around the room, his every move oozing of strength and control, he would occasionally look over to where I was.
Almost as if he knew I was watching him also.
I felt bound to the floor as soon as this hot stranger moved from where I had seen him last to where I was now. I let out a soft sigh in relief as I realised he wasn’t coming here for me. He moved towards a woman somewhere close to us and the moment he spoke, more heat pooled in my thighs soaking my panties. His voice was a low baritone rumble that reverberated through me, not minding the distance.
As I imagined him talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings into my ear with that hypnotic voice of his, I felt myself losing control quite quickly.
His honey skin glistened under the light, tempting me to get some of that ‘honey’ on my tongue. And my pussy clenched some more at the thought.
“Is he a new member?” I whispered in Papa’s ear, nodding at the man.
“Nope,” came his curt reply and I wondered why it seemed like papa didn’t want to say much about him.
This man was beyond yummy. Only problem was he seemed to be older than me with a decade or two. I had never had anything to do with someone that older. And yet, it did not stop me from wanting him.
His gaze on me had not dropped when he began walking in my direction. Every step he took seemed to make me lose some part of my sanity. Did he know what he was doing to me?
“Good evening, Kane.” He had stopped before my dad and stretched a hand to Papa who gladly took it.
“Hello. How are you enjoying the evening?” I knew Papa smiled at him.
“As always.” He smiled back at Papa, then returned his attention to me, where they belonged, where I wanted it to always be. Only on me.
I chugged down my drink next, an attempt to compose myself but the alcohol only seemed to heighten whatever it was I felt at the moment. I picked another glass from a server walking by and sipped on that one.
“Won’t you introduce me to the pretty lady, Kane?” The man had asked.
My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He fucking thought me to be pretty.
Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in college. Kiera, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.”
They cheered for that, clinking their glasses.
“Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue.
“Well, it is nice to meet you Kiera.” He put out his hand for a handshake and I tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.”
His voice had dropped an octave, a tone I found very sexy, as he held my stare. His thumb caressed my palm slowly, every stroke sending my nerve cells into overdrive. I might as well climax from just his touch. My body protested when he released my hand.
He looked at my father this time and said, “I will see you around.” With that he had disappeared into the crowd.
Those words, however, felt like they held a promise for me. An unspoken promise I was more than willing to bank on.
“Okay guys.” Papa clapped his hands to quiet down the noise and gain everyone’s attention. “It is time for the games to start.” Papa announced and the members cheered.
I did not feel his gaze on me anymore, so I peered stealthily at him through my lashes. He was conversing with a woman seated beside me and I felt something prickle my chest area. That could not be jealousy, could it? I hardly knew this man.
“The rules for the tournament are…” Papa read them out from a sheet of paper in his hand.
I drowned him out, my mind racing with naughty thoughts of Clint Homer. My nipples had pebbled and I sneakily brushed across them through my chiffon top in an attempt to hide them, but they only tightened the more, arousing me.
I was so turned on that I needed an immediate release. The temptation to leave here and get myself the relief I was aching for was so great at the moment.
But something about watching the man in my line of sight kept me glued to the screen.
“And now, let the games begin,” Papa declared and as the members applauded, they filed out into the pitch. Leaving only escorts like me on the sidelines.
The game was in full swing and Clint seemed to be leading. He never missed any shot. It was not so surprising as he seemed to be the youngest in the group.
He soon stopped for some water and I shamelessly watched him. His Adam apple bobbing as the water went down. I wished I was the water, quenching his thirst forever while I became one with him. Once he was done, his eyes found mine and he dabbed his lower lip with his tongue before winking at me and returning to the game.
That was it. I had to do something about my flaming cunt or I would explode right where I stood. There was no way I could hold on any longer.
“Are you okay, Kiera?” Papa stood before me and I blinked in surprise. I had not seen him approach. “You look flustered.” Then he looked around.
I nodded vehemently. “Y…yes Papa. I..i am…Can I use the restroom?” I garbled.
“Yea sure. You do not need to ask for permission.” He gave me a concerned look as I rushed into the building.
I took the familiar path to the restroom, entering a stall and closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, panting heavily. And I flushed even hotter seeing my nipples on full display. I could only hope father had not seen that.
I rolled one nipple between my fingers. “Fuck!” I gasped, electricity lashing through my body.
My pussy slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put me in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while I dealt with me.
With the image of Clint Homer in my head, I quickly discarded my top, exposing my luscious breast and flat tummy, dotted by a navel piercing. My throat went dry as I imagined that it was Clint’s warm tongue on my nipple.
I shut my eyes, groaning softly when I pinched the rosy buds hard. My boobs were one of my body’s most attractive features and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell.
My pussy dripped at the action. I rubbed my legs together, aiming at some friction.
I instantly popped the button of my shorts and let them fall, exposing my pulsing cunt. Sitting on the furry toilet seat, I ran a finger up my slit. I let out a satisfied sigh as my fingers grazed my clit. My eyes closed shut and my head fell back at the burst of sensations I felt.
“Ah…shit!” My fingers rubbed vigorously on my sensitive clit.
“Fuck! Clint!” I envisioned Clint there with me, his tongue on my juicy pussy, lapping all my cum as I neared a climax. “Oh my god!” My fingers rocked harder, faster even.
My moans rose in intensity, filling the enclosed space but I did not care. I rocked my hips in careless abandon, riding my palm like my life depended on it. “Fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkk,” I screamed.
My mind conjured up the perfect image of what Clint would look like underneath those clothes and I imagined it was those strong firm hands pushing into me like they wanted to take me to the heavens.
“Yes, Clint. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, daddy. Just like that please,” I whimpered, feeling so close to the edge.
I pinched my nipple and clit simultaneously as I came furiously, a loud moan escaping my throat.
This had to be the best self given orgasm I had given myself in a long time, no doubt.
Shit! I rubbed down my torso leisurely as my body rode out my orgasm. I smiled to myself and worked on pacing my breathing.
My eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the stall’s door. I yelped in surprise, pressing my legs together and hiding my breasts behind my folded arms.
A cold shiver ran up my spine. Shit. Had I forgotten to lock the door?
Clint Homer stood before me, the door shut behind him. And locked this time.
How long had he been here? Did he hear everything? Darn my fucking libido.
“W…what are you doing here?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze.
I had never been one to shy away from my sexual wants or pleasures. But at this moment, curled up naked in front of this man that I had just used to get orgasm after less than an hour of meeting him, I definitely felt a bit of shame flood through me.
His eyes darkened as he took me in, his voice a raspy whisper as he said,
“It’s alluring how you say my name, Keira.”
Keira’s POV“Say it again,” he commanded. My pussy moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me in a determined look. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait. My hands had relaxed a bit around my breasts and I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs without anything in between.“Say my name, Kiera. The way you said it a few moments ago,” Clint repeated himself. His palms had tightened to a fist, like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me and then fucking me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then fuck me i was going to moan it out aloud. Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lips sensually and called out his name. “Clint.”He swallowed and I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I swallowed too, wonder
Keira’s POV He was not done with me? What did that mean? I did not think he was going to fuck me in this tiny toilet, but honestly, I was up for anything he had to offer. Totally anything. "Turn around for me and bend over," Clint demanded.I climbed down the tank and ambled over to the sink to do as he had instructed. The anticipation of what he was about to do sent a faint blush up my cheek. I was so hot and ready for this man. My cunt was open and on display, letting him see my liquid wetness running down my inner thighs. He brushed my swollen clit gently, teasingly, and I shuddered from the small touch. "I need you. I need your dick inside me." I heard his zipper coming off and he slapped my breasts. The both of them jiggling slighkty at the force and a paint hue of pink coated them."You would take whatever I give to you. Understood?"I nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his dick and positioned it at my entrance, sliding his length up and down my wetnes
Keira’s POVI groaned at the annoying ringing of my cell phone. Blindly reaching for it on my bedside table, I peered through one eye to see it was my best friend calling me up at 7:45 am on a Monday. Usually when it is a school day and my classes are in the afternoon, I always sleep in. Natasha knew this so I wondered why she was calling me this early. Begrudgingly, I slid my thumb across the green icon. “What?” My groggy voice questioned. “Do not tell me you are still in bed, Kiera,” Natasha’s calm voice sounded over the phone. “Okay, I will not,” I responded sleepily. Natasha heaved a frustrated sigh before reminding me. “Kiera, your appointment with the therapist is today by eight thirty.”Sleep instantly vanished from my eyes. Those words woke me up. “Oh shit.” I shot up from my bed, putting my friend on speaker phone as I scrambled to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. “Did you really forget? I thought this was supposed to be a big day for us. The
Keira’s POVHe had not changed a bit. Except this time he flexed a pair of monochromatic glasses, and an orange shirt with its top two buttons open. He looked very yummy and my mind was already buzzing with naughty ideas. But I stopped my reeling thoughts, red hot anger washing over me instead as I watched him. Was this some kind of a sick joke? I saw a glint of shock in his eyes as he shifted in his seat, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is this?” I could not contain my fury. “Is that my file? Did you know about me before now?” “Calm d…” he tried to say but I was not having it. “Do not tell me to fucking calm down. How could someone who was willing to get down with me on the first day be my therapist? How exactly are you supposed to help me?” I raged. How stupid did I seem to him right now?He looked apologetic as he raised his hands in surrender. “Hey…take a breath. This is not what it looks like.”I scoffed, giving him a death glare. “So y
Keira’s POVMy foot pressed down on the accelerator as I zoomed past cars on the way to school. My knuckles had turned white from holding the steering wheel too hard as I remembered how he had dismissed me. “Our session has come to an end. You can meet the receptionist for a new appointment.” Then again, like a promise, he said. “See you around, Kiera.”I had never been so sexually frustrated in my life. How dare he tease me like that? I began to regret not leaving his office the instant I knew he was Clint Homer. There was no way that man would help me. Seeing him alone made me want to strip naked and fuck the hell out of him. And with the stunt he pulled today, it was only a matter of time before I actually slipped into insanity. I needed a release. I would not function well today if I did not liberate myself from this pent-up frustration. As soon as I parked my car in a spot, I stormed to my department and barged into the office of my course advisor, the youngest professor in th
Keira’s POVThe remaining four hours of my day in school had gone by painstakingly slowly. My mental exhaustion was at its peak, and I could not wait for the last class to be over. As I shot the lecturer dagger stares, my notepads were already filled with stick doodles. Thankfully, she ended the class after thirty minutes, but not without dropping off tons of assignments and paperwork to be submitted next week. I hated this woman. Grabbing my stuff, I walked out of the classroom, and as I approached the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was Brendon. “Hey boo.” I chimed after plugging in my ear pods. “Kiera. How is it going? Where are you now?” “Parking lot,” I responded. “Oh. I will be there in a minute. Wait up.” He said and hung up. I walked to my car and sat on the hood, searching every face that passed by for Brendon. Some students passed me with scared looks, while some gave me disgusted glances. It was only the guys I had slept with in the past and those who dreamed o
Keira’s POVPlease, Clint. Please fuck me today. My brain seemed to chant. It was my second appointment, and I still could not help but gape at the sexy Greek god, who regarded me silently. He sat behind his work desk donning a pair of glasses and a white coat. The silence in the room stretched and I was beginning to feel embarrassed under his gaze. I shifted uncomfortably, lowering my gaze. I wondered what was going through his mind. If he could see through me and think I was cheap and desperate. When I thought he would not still speak, he said. "Sit, Keira. Let us talk." He said. I obeyed, crossing my feet at the ankles. He looked at me with amusement swirling in his blue eyes. I reciprocated with a straight face, trying so hard to hide the embarrassment I felt. After the pleasantries, he probed. "Do you usually feel jealousy or attachment to all your sex partners?" I shifted in my seat. "Not at all," I replied. His smile softly. "You remember we agreed you would tell me no
Keira’s POVWhen I kissed him, that was his undoing. His eyes had darkened into a deeper shade when he broke away from the kiss, and I could see he wanted to do dirty slutty things to me. And I was more than ready for that. Hopeful even. I rolled my hips in the chair, my core throbbing as my skin buzzed with need. Clint dipped his hands down my panties. His delicate fingers rubbed smooth circles exactly where I needed them, feeling me up and teasing me into insanity."Only I can give you what you need." His deep voice rumbled against my ear. I could not hold back my whimper when he moved his fingers faster against me. My body instantly grew heated with the need for release. His lush lips found my neck as I squirmed in the chair, soft whimpers and baby moans slipping past my lips. His middle finger teased my entrance, and I pushed against him, my body begging him to enter and fill me up with his cock. "Please, make me cum," I begged him, his teasing fingers slipping inside me. My h