Arousal

Megan & Caleb

“Megan, good to see you and thank you for inviting us. Again!” Mrs. Langdon greets me with a small kiss planted on each of my soft and smooth cheeks. She shortly giggles as she looks at me. She might have noted my very elegant and sexy cocktail dress I’m wearing tonight.

I’m wearing an unforgettable illusion halter cocktail dress of light blue in color. The top is merely made of lace, which has a decent cover over my breasts. It is backless and the length runs down half of my thigh. My past-shoulder length dirty blonde hair is swept to one side that is styled with elegant curls. My makeup is smoky and seductive so men would stare at me for a long time, like they are stunned by even my mere presence.

“It’s always a pleasure, Mrs. Langdon, Mr. Langdon,” I respond, looking at the both of them with a sweet smile. This sweet couple owns a couple of buildings downtown, as well as a resort.

“We love your parties!” Mr. Langdon says in a conspiratorial tone as he wrinkles his nose.

I softly laugh and thank them. The two rarely miss my parties. They’re one of those people who look forward to my invitation every weekend.

At the age of twenty-seven, I am the most powerful businesswoman in the entire world. I have huge empire businesses that sell beauty products – the Cara Mea brand – to women all over the world.

Just like tonight, I organize weekly cocktail parties at my LA mansion. I always love the attention that people give me. Just like now. Everywhere I turn, I see smiling faces.

Now as time passes by, I look at my invited guests. They are busy laughing, talking, flirting and drinking – all thanks to me. I make people this happy at least even for just a few hours.

“Hello, Megan.” Someone comes up from behind me so I turn around to see who it is.

“Hi,” I say with a toothless smile.

I look at him. I recognize him. He’s a nephew of Mrs. Langdon’s. It’s Jeremy. He has a glass of drink in one hand. He’s young and a total brat. I think he’s a couple years younger than I am. He’s got dark brown crew cut hair, clean-shaven face and sparkling blue eyes. In short, he has a boyish look and he’s a boy-next-door type, which is not my type by the way.

“So, what say you if we go have dinner one of these nights?” he asks.

I give him a fake smile. “My nights are busy. I’m sorry, Jeremy.”

His smile fades away. He looks very disappointed indeed. I give him a light slap and caress his face.

“Seek me out when you… get a little more older… perhaps?” I suggest without sincerity.

His jaw drops, and he is speechless. I just leave him where he is standing as I move on in the crowd. I also oversee that the caterers give my guests all they need. I don’t like disgruntled guests. It’s bad for my reputation.

The music is still playing as I invite a couple of bands to play live tonight. So, the people are really enjoying the party. The lawn and the big hall at my mansion are filled with guests. Some have just arrived and they greet me when I happen to be at the door or whenever they see me.

I go up on the balcony to get some fresh air an hour or so later. One hand holds a glass of champagne. I sigh. I’m alone up here. This is just another night of my weekend cocktail parties. It still seems uneventful. Even though I have all the attention from my guests whenever I am in the room with them, I feel that deep down inside of me, there is emptiness and there’s really something big missing in my life.

I look at my male guests. Their ages range from teenagers to senior citizens. But none of them seem to catch my attention. Also, all of these single men who are available are too boyish to give me what I need and no one can just match my power. One look is all it takes. Or one evening spent in my bed and I just know it. I have already been with a number of them but none could hold my heart or at least my intellect.

I down all my drink and I start to come down the stairs to get myself another drink. Only the ground floor is freely used by all my guests. From the second floor and up, they are off limits. My security details see to it that no one makes any mistake of stumbling or getting lost at my mansion whether or not it’s intentional.

In the middle of the wide stairs, I stop. My hand is on the beautiful and well-sculpted wooden handrail. Someone that I don’t expect to see has just arrived.

Caleb.

I slightly gasp. However, I appear confident and cool as ever, especially when he looks up to watch me.

God! I’ve only met him a couple times before.

Once when we both jogged around the block, we passed by each other. I think that was a year ago. That’s when I have seen him at close proximity even though we’re sort of neighbors. At the time, I’ve noticed his tattoos. I have had one of my men search for the meaning of those. I have photographic memory, you know?

A couple of them are Tibetan tattoos on his arm. One is in beautiful Tibetan calligraphy. The strokes are very unique and graceful. It means “truth” and “freedom.” But I don’t buy it for a minute. I just instantly know his type and I am very certain that he has some very dirty secrets that I must find out about.

The second time that we made an eye contact was when we bumped into each other at a gallery exhibit. I suppose it’s been half a year ago.

Caleb is a billionaire from down the road, not too far from here. He’s in his thirty-two years. Like me, he’s a very powerful man. He is always busy to ever come to my cocktail parties. But I’m not sure why he suddenly comes on this particular night. Just like this. But, of course, I don’t mind at all. He’s a yummy hunk.

His eyes are still fixed on me. I just know those probing eyes. Even at this distance, they are still quite intense. They are of the deep ocean’s color.

Those eyes are still on me when I continue to come down the stairs, biding my time and looking at his face. I just control myself from smirking.

Tonight, he’s wearing a men’s blue waistcoat, white dress shirt, charcoal dress pants and tie paired with dark brown leather brogues. His attire alone sets him apart from the crowd. Not to mention, it seems to match my cocktail dress tonight like we agreed about our outfit or something.

“Good evening, Miss Morrison,” he greets me formally. However, his eyes are less formal. They openly admire my every curve and every exposed creamy part of my skin.

I smile at him a little. “Mr. Adamson, nice of you to join the party,” I softly drawl. I also give him an equal look of admiration with my sherry brown eyes. His nose is prominent as ever, his eyebrows are well-defined, his chin and jaw are strong and his lips are quite kissable. Also, his short beard – like Jackson’s of the TV vampire series titled “The Originals” – looks amazing on him.

“Just call me Caleb. We’re neighbors after all.”

“Right. So you can call me Megan in return.” I slightly nod. Our eyes lock. I don’t mind people staring at us or even wagging their tongues about us. “Let me show you the buffet table.”

He gives me a slow grin. “No need. I just want some drink.”

I signal a waiter who immediately comes at my bidding.

“I have here champagne, bourbon, vodka and Bloody Mary, sir,” the waiter informs my guest.

He takes the vodka and thanks the waiter.

“So, what makes you come to check out my party?” I ask him, walking him toward the back of the house, at the garden where there are some scattered guests grouped by twos. Yes, the lovers’ rendezvous point is my huge garden with a couple of gazebos where they can have s*x if they want to. They think it’s discreet enough though, because of the dim lights that create a somewhat romantic atmosphere.

“You sent me a couple of invitations in the past, which I was unable to attend. So, I’m making it up tonight,” he simply says. He gives me that sexy smirk of his once again.

I’ve stopped sending him invitations last year when he hasn’t attended any of my parties. It is to save myself from humiliation and offence. I suppose. He’s the only person who seems to be uninterested of my weekly cocktail parties. Thus, his being here tonight is quite intriguing in itself.

“Okay. It sounds… a good reason enough for me. So, just enjoy the party. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll see to my other guests,” I tell him.

He just simply nods and follows me with his eyes. It has not gone unnoticed that he is checking out my sexy bottom. s**t! The man makes my hormones go all over the place, just when I think his eyes are still fixed on my bottom when I turn my back on him. He makes me so aware that I’m merely wearing a scanty thong underneath.

Wherever I am, it seems that he’s following me around. I have noticed that he has already the third glass in just a matter of ten minutes of crashing to my party. Our eyes occasionally bump into each other as he moves into the crowd. He also occasionally talks to some women but his eyes would always find mine, even though I am talking to some business associates or friends.

What is he really doing at my party? I wonder. Then, just when he’s not looking as he gives his attention to the band for a minute, a plot forms in my naughty mind. I am going to seduce this billionaire hunk. Tonight. If possible. Oh, it should be.

I pause, contemplating at myself. I suddenly feel that I’m completely thrown off by how much I feel right now like I need him. s**t! I can’t seem to believe this immediate realization.

Just when I am about to go to him, I don’t see him where he is anymore. My eyes stealthily look for him, smiling at my guests as I walk toward where I last saw Caleb.

Don’t tell me he has already found someone to hook up with tonight! I suddenly feel a little bit distraught at this idea. It is not a far-fetched thought because the man can just stand there and a woman comes right over and gives him a blowjob with a demand merely done by his eyes. He has that effect on women, judging by the looks that I’ve witnessed earlier.

Damn it! I can’t find him anywhere in this crowd. I slowly go back to the house, still looking for him but in a subtle way. I grab another drink, and yup, bottom’s up. I shove the empty glass to a bodyguard’s hand nearby. He then calls the closest waiter to get it.

I march inside the house and I almost skid to a stop. Caleb is talking to one of my security details.

What is he doing right now? I muse for a moment. But I pretend to not see him. I proceed down the hallway that is miraculously empty. It seems that the guests who have been here earlier have already gone out to the lawn when the second band plays on the temporary stage. It is apparent that the second band I hired for tonight is more popular than the first one.

I stop and lean one shoulder on the wall, trying to think what step I’m going to take next. Caleb has just unexpectedly showed himself up to my party, and here I am, lusting for him in just less than fifteen minutes.

I am about to curse myself when I feel a warm breath fanning my nape. Although all my senses are so aware right now, because of his perfume that he’s wearing, I know that it’s him right behind me. Then, I feel his warm lips kissing my bare shoulder.

I slowly turn around to look at him. I hold my breath for a moment and look him in the eye.

“Caleb…” I whisper his name.

His sudden move sooner than what I’ve expected seems to be an answer to my raging need. He traps me between his rock-hard body and the wall where my bare back is leaning against. He grinds his hips against mine, letting me know of his arousal.

Oh, s**t! My honey pot throbs and gets damper by the second.

His lips claim mine with open urgency. His kiss is so hot and wild and wet.

“Let’s go to your room. Right now,” he says in between kisses.

“Okay,” I agree without thinking. Well, my body is at least thinking at the moment. So, there’s that.

I hold his hand and drag him upstairs, passing by one of my bodyguards who steps aside to let us through the stairs. I let him in to my master bedroom, which is lit only by a lampshade. Just as the lock clicks, he immediately carries me. My thighs are wide apart with my legs wrapped around his hips and my arms are clinging to his neck. His mouth ravages mine.

Caleb puts me down the soft bed, taking off his clothing one by one while his eyes are fixed on my face. His blue-green eyes are darker than they are, which is the evidence of his blazing desire.

As he takes off his clothes, I kick off my high-heeled shoes to the floor and shed off my fancy dress. I don’t wear bra so my breasts are immediately free from the clothing, which makes him gasp. I also take off my thong after that.

My peach-colored n*****s are already taut before he touches them. I look at his complete nakedness, seeing his well-toned body and well-tanned skin, not to mention his strong erection.

He kneels down in the middle of the bed and beckons me to come closer to him.

Shit! He’s totally in complete control over me. This means that I am going to be forced to release my tension right here in my room where a lot of men have already disappointed me before.

“Please me, Megan,” he commands.

I don’t have to be told twice. With only one look of his eyes, I follow his order. I kneel facing him and lean lower so that my face is directly in front of his d**k.

My two hands stroke it and my tongue sticks out to taste him for the first time. s**t! He smells wonderful and tastes good. I lick the head of his d**k while stroking the length of it. He’s really huge that my fingers have a gap when speaking of its circumference. I open my mouth as wide as I can to accommodate his thickness.

Shit! It’s like my lips are going to be torn. Still, I suck his d**k as much as I can and as deep as I can. I feel his slow rhythm at first while his hands are on my shoulders.

I look up to peer at his face. Our eyes meet as he also gazes down at me. He makes me suck his velvety balls, too. I can’t really say I can complain to his orders. I love doing what he wants me to do, without hesitation or whatever. And I don’t think it’s merely his being a persuasive person or I’m just being cowed to what he wants. I do enjoy giving him a blowjob.

I continue to suck him in and out of my mouth. He reaches down to my back, my bottom and finally my honey pot. His fingers play there as I lick the length of his d**k.

Oh, s**t! The man can truly play, as well. He slips and runs a couple of fingers in between my honey pot, toward my clit. This makes me moan. He continues to do so and inserts two fingers inside my honey pot.

I curse in delight.

I also keep going on licking and sucking his d**k and balls. He groans as well, which hints that he loves what I’m doing to him. That’s good news. It encourages me more to suck him deeper and down to my throat.

He stops inserting his fingers and he makes me taste my juice by making me lick his fingers. Oh, s**t! I can’t believe I taste good!

Then, he smiles at me like he reads my mind. He licks the fingers I’ve just licked. Then he holds my chin to kiss me on the mouth.

He shifts to lie down the bed. My face is still right in front of his d**k. But now, my honey pot is in front of his face as well. He pulls my legs to get closer to my very wet honey pot. My knees are on either side of his head; my elbows are leaning on the bed. Then, I continue to flick my tongue on the head of his d**k, while the other hand massages his precious balls. I run my lips up and down the sides of his d**k before I run my tongue on its underside.

I kiss his balls and suck them, while my hands are busy stroking his d**k. Meanwhile, his tongue runs on each of my labia, horizontally and vertically. I groan with pleasure. My hips wiggle slowly like in a slow dance. It feels so breathtakingly wonderful.

Right now, I acknowledge that my truest desires are to be pleased like this by a man that no one has ever done to me yet. Those boyish men are nothing compared to Caleb. All they’ve ever done to me is sticking their d***s in my honey pot and the deed is done.

This is it. There’s more to it than what I’ve already experienced. Just as I’ve always known deep inside, I need someone like Caleb. Yup, like him. It’s damnably good that he’s right here with me right now, pleasing me as I please him.

He’s French kissing my honey pot that blows my mind. My knees are trembling with desire and the need to be fulfilled. To release my sweet honey.

He keeps on licking, nibbling and kissing my honey pot while I continue to suck and lick his d**k at the same time. Next, I feel his two fingers enter my honey pot as he rubs and licks my clit.

I curse, pausing at what I’m doing to his d**k.

“Pour your honey on me, Megan,” he orders softly.

My eyes roll up to the ceiling with pleasure. “Oh, damn it!” I whimper. Then, I call out his name over and over again.

“Yes, Megan. Don’t deny yourself of what you truly desire,” he coaxes me and his fingers are still in and out of my honey pot.

I scream.

“Suck my d**k, Megan,” he cajoles.

I do as he says even though it takes a lot of effort for me. I keep my honey flowing with a moan as I suck his d**k again. He pushes his hips upward in a fast tempo. My hands are holding his d**k, too, guiding it so that it won’t miss my mouth.

He grunts as he sprays his juice into my mouth.

“Yes, Megan. Don’t stop sucking it dry.” He groans.

Then he pays attention to my dripping honey pot once again, licking it. My body convulses and so does his. In the aftermath, our sexes are very sensitive.

“Sit up,” he tells me a few minutes after.

With my back to him, I straddle him. He reaches out for my hips and he lifts them up a bit before he lowers them, guiding them as his c**k is slowly sinking into my honey pot.

Oh, s**t! His d**k feels so damn good inside my body.

I begin to ride him as I moan at the same time. I don’t care if it’s loud. My master bedroom is soundproof anyways. Aside from that, the party is still ongoing downstairs.

He guides my moves as he meets them. I touch my breasts as he rocks my body non-stop. My curses are non-stop as well.

Our breaths are labored but we don’t stop. He pauses for a moment just to bring me down against his body. I’m now lying on my back with him beneath me. Then, he continues to thrust in and out of my wet and tight honey pot. His one arm is around my waist and the other hand is kneading my perky breasts.

“Aahh… s**t!” I cry. “Yes, Caleb! Yes!”

“Oohh… Megan,” he whispers. His lips are pressed against the side of my neck.

His one hand that touches my breasts goes down to make circles on my clit. I can’t stop moaning and cursing Caleb. He makes me feel so damn good. Really! I’ve never had multiple orgasms before. In fact, I seldom orgasm with those men I have had in the past.

Shitty men! They’ve never unlocked my desires as Caleb has done and in just a matter of minutes.

I give out a shrill of delight when I release my honey once again, bathing Caleb’s d**k this time. I hear Caleb groan. He withdraws his huge erection and he quickly puts it in my mouth where he spills his own juice. His eyes are foggy, while looking at my flushed face.

I drink his juice and lick his d**k dry. He groans with pleasure as he pounds the head of his d**k on my tongue and lips, tracing them. I give it a smack kiss afterward.

He caresses my face and gives me a deep, hot and wet kiss. He cuddles me after that kiss, which takes about a few minutes.

“You’re one damn good of a screamer. I like it,” he says, kissing my temple while his hands are rubbing down my breasts and n*****s.

I giggle at his compliment and I turn my face to look at him. My hand caresses his hairy and muscled thigh.

“I love your d**k. Honestly. You’re the first man that I allow to sink into my honey pot without a rubber.”

“Whoa!” he sniggers.

I chuckle.

“I love your p***y, too,” he whispers, nibbling my earlobe.

I giggle again and my body squirms with delight. In the process, I rub his erection that rests against my bottom.

“I don’t think I can stay out and away from you even after this. I thought that I can resist you all this time, Megan. After all, I’ve known that you’re such a playgirl.”

I look at him shockingly because of this confession. “W-what do you mean? Is that your reason why you’ve never attended to my cocktail parties until tonight?”

“Yup. I thought you were just collecting men.”

“Well, there’s a bit truth to that. But I generally throw parties to give color to my very dull life. With all the money, without family or real friends, I am lonely, Caleb. I must admit it.”

His embrace becomes tighter. “Oh! I thought I’m alone in that department,” he reveals, too.

I smile at him, peering into his eyes. “No one has ever let me acknowledge of my truest desires until you, Caleb. Because of that, you’re so special to me.”

He gives me a peck on the lips. “Ever since our first meeting, you’ve already captured my mind and heart, Megan. But I just tried so hard to control myself. I didn’t want to be just one of your strings of men that you cast aside like a useless toy when you’re done playing with them.”

“But tonight, you couldn’t resist me any longer,” I guess.

“Yes. It’s a good pretext to come over.”

“So, you plan this to happen all along? Before coming over and crashing to my party?”

He grins impishly. “Yes. You got me.”

“Oh, my God!” I laugh softly, turning around to face him. “Really, Caleb? Are you serious right now?”

“Yes! I confess, Megan. I’ve been longing to make love to you ever since I met you.”

“No s**t!” I say, kissing him on the mouth.

He groans, kissing me back. We break off slowly.

“I’m really serious, Megan. So, no more playing with men. Okay? I forbid it. Totally forbid it. I want it to be only me you’re playing with from now on.”

“Oh! I’d love that very much!” I happily wrap my arms around his neck before I give him a smack kiss. He never stops grinning at me.

The end