His Lips

EPISODE 3

The heat between us is unbearable, it's practically burning my senses so I can't even think. 

Without thinking, my hand is sliding down his a*s, oh, how good it feels. I hear him tense up at the feeling and moan slightly. I'm pulling his shirt up, wanting to forget everything in this night... But he stops me, his hand on my cheek. I wince, sitting up. He eyes me warily. 

"Your cheek is red," he says, rubbing it softly. I blush, confused. At first everything was chaotic, a p*****t trying to steal a kiss, and two pairs of wacky evil parents. I shrug, trying to look away. 

"Yes, whatever," I manage to say. My gaze travels to him, his shirt halfway up, showing his gorgeous body... His pants are halfway down, and his boxers are showing. I blush. He sees my blush and smirks. 

"You started this, dear," he says. I look away, once again. He's right. He laughs, amused. "You're so easy to startle and embarass, wife," he says. 

"Yeah, sure." 

I step off the bed, rearranging my clothes. He does the same, a slight blush on his face as he pulls down his shirt and zips up his pants. 

I'm getting ready to leave when he drops the bomb. 

"Why didn't we continue?" He asks, his tall body hovering over mines. I gulp. 

"Y-you touched my cheek, t-that's why!" I stammer, my hand holding the knob. "That's where I got, um, hit."

"By who?" He asks, surprisingly angry. "It was my mother, right?" He says, with a grin. I let out a sheepish smile. 

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry she's so hot-headed!" 

"No, it's okay, I was the one who slapped you first, I shouldn't have!"

"But I was about to kiss you!"

"Yeah, but it's my duty as your wife to kiss you," I say, stepping out. "I'm sorry."

"It isn't your fault, I just wanted to see if you could protect yourself and be strong," he says, smiling to himself. "I'm sorry everyone went on you, I just had to know if you were capable of standing your ground, and you are." 

"Really!" I ask, surprised. Then I smirk. "Did I pass the test?" He supresses a grin. 

"You did."

"Great," I smile, closing the door. I guess that he's not that bad, and his lips aren't to bad either... I guess this wasn't a bad idea, maybe Jason can recover and I can have a good time...

I smile to myself, waking over to the bathroom. It's so luxurious, that it's been hard settling in. Now that the wedding's over, I'm going to be living here. Worst of all, my parents are allowed, not that we're in a good relationship right now... 

Calvin owns this house, so only we can live here, and only our parents can live here. Ugh. I do my business and then stare at myself in the toilet. I don't know how I won, I think. I mean, I'm not even that pretty. Wavy brown hair, dark blue eyes, slightly tan skin, and a nice curvy figure. I suddenly blush, remembering the heated, seducing interview...

The place is packed, people entering and leaving, girls chattering excitedly amongst themselves, hoping to win the grand prize. "A handsome billionaire CEO for a husband."

I watch the posters while me and my mother wait for our turn. 

CEO billionaire Calvin Diamond is in need of a bride, who will become his wife. All women ages 18-25 are allowed to enter the contest and go to the interview. Only one will win the heart of Calvin Diamond. Phone number: xxx-xxx-xxxx. 

I cringe. 18 to 25 years old. How old was he? About 23, I guess. I'm 18, so that means we're 5 years apart, oh god. My mother pushes me up front, and only a few people including me remain. I watch the now small crowd, and watch as girls come out of the room, some smiling, some crying, and even one that's pulling her tiny shorts up, a smirk on her face. Ew. 

I watch as the person in front of me enters, and gasp in nervousness as she leaves, no smile on her face. She walks by me just as I'm about to enter. "Be careful," she says quietly, "He's strange..." And then, she runs off. 

I open the door, and then shut it, leaving my mother outside. I catch my breath as I see him, his serious expression watching me. His green eyes are in a frown, his lips downward. I shiver, but sit down. 

"Hi—" I'm introducing myself when he interrupts me. 

"No need for introductions, dear, I know who you are!" He says, with a wave of his hand. I blush, the word dear making me uncomfortable. 

"Please don't call me dear, sir."

He chuckles. "Don't call me sir either. Also, I can call you whatever I want, dear," he says, his last word in a seductive tone. I look away, but he lightly grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Now dear, look at me in the eye always," he warns, and I quickly nod. "Good girl," he whispers, as I nod. I blush, gripping the table. "Now dear, I'm going to ask you a few questions, all right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, I told you not to call me sir," he says, his warm breath tickling my lips. I accidentally lick my lips, and he eyes them with such a desire... I look up at his eyes, and suddenly we're so close, his mouth just centimeters away from touching me. 

"Ohhh..." I moan, suddenly. He rips apart of me, clearing his throat with a slight hint of a blush. "Sorry," I apologize. He nods, clearing his throat again.

"What languages do you know?" He asks, now sitting in an upright position, so more space is between us. 

"I know Spanish and Italian, I've been wanting to learn French," I answer quickly, twiddling my thumbs nervously. He seems to see my nervousness and smiles. 

"Don't be nervous, dear, I won't harm you..." He says, a sly tone. "Unless you want me to," he adds. I turn bright red, the heat in this already hot room growing, my heart pounding in my chest. Me, being as clumsy as I am, touch my chest, my large breasts moving. He eyes my movements. 

"Seduce him, Rose. Make him want you," my mother said, the day before. 

I try not to shudder as I rub it, slowly, moving the fabric that's covering it slightly, so he can see the skin. I watch as he licks his lips, his eyes never leaving them. While he's watching, I say it. 

"I want you to hurt me."

He gasps, surprised at my request. He doesn't answer. 

"Please," I add, my eyes focused on him. He still says nothing. So, with one swift motion, I remove my shirt, only in a bra. 

"If you don't seduce him, Jason will die." My mother's words echo in my mind.

He growls suddenly, pulling me harshly over the table, quickly flipping me on my backside, so my mini skirt flies up, revealing my sexiest pair of underwear. "Oh, dear..." He moans, gripping my a*s slightly. I let out a cry, as he licks it whole. "Are you sure?" 

I think for a second, scared. Many girls have probably tried this with him, and he might be a player. What guarantees me he will pick me after this? Nothing. 

"I-I don't know..." I mumble. "I don't know if you'll pick me," I say. He smirks, hand still on my a*s. 

"Dear, I will pick you. You've been the only fun one, with such an innocent personality and such a gorgeous body, oh my. Surely you don't even want me?"

"Yes I do!"

"Well then, it's up to you. There's no more people left, and no one offered themselves to me," I blush. "The answer is yes, I will pick you."

"Then, I will."

He nods, ripping my underwear. I let out another cry, as he flips me around again, seeing everything in front of me. He spread my legs wide, beginning to play inside me. "Just know," he mumbles, as he enters himself into me, as I moan. "Just know, I'll pick you not only because of this, but because I like you!" 

"Ohhh..." I nod, gasping as he begins to rock inside me quickly. 

I cover my face with my hands as I think back then. It was strange, how seductive and serious he was back then, and now he was so sweet and... Weird. I gasp, as he enters the bathroom. 

"Please knock!" I gasp, as he smirks. 

"I had to use the restroom, dear, and I couldn't hold it anymore." I blush as he does his business, forcing myself not to stare. "What are you thinking about, dear?" He asks, once he's done.

"The interview," I blurt out. God, what is wrong with me?! I'm being brutally honest here. 

He chuckles, his face turning warmer. "Ah, that."

"Yes."

"Well, just remember what I told you," he whispers, hugging me from behind, his member rubbing my a*s. "I picked you not only because of this, but because I like you. The way you do it... How you look... Your innocent personality..." He groans, moving closer to me, his arms wrapped around me. I kiss him lightly, suddenly wanting him. "You're perfect," he whispers. 

"Thank you. I never thought the Calvin Diamond could be this sweet or seductive," I say, and he smiles. 

"We he is, but only with you."

"Good."

"Tell me, dear, do you like me?"

Do I? Just earlier today I hated him, but after our time in the room, and in here...

"I don't like you," I say. 

His face visibly falls, and he's about to release me when I turn around, clutching his chest. I hear his heart beat fast, as I kiss him passionately. Then, I release him, my heart also pounding. 

"I love you."