3. Rode to glory

Seth

I gasped.

“And where did you get those things from?” he pointed toward the bags on the floor.

My tongue felt like lead, swollen toward the roof of my mouth.

“Uh, I went out with a friend,” I said casually to make it seem unimportant. I looked at the door I had unlocked and back at August. “How did you get in?”

“What friend is this?” his voice was clipped.

“Just a friend, August,” I responded curtly.

He chuckled and shook his head, “When did you make this friend…” he put them in air quotes, “…that I don’t know about? Why is this friend buying this amount of things for you? And were you with this friend all weekend?”

His voice was beginning to ascend into new levels.

“Bring your voice down,” I whispered fiercely.

“How many times have I asked you out on a date, Seth?” I knew it was coming to this.

“Not this again, August,” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, now I’m boring you? Because I want to take my boyfriend on a date in public, hold hands with him… fucking eat in public, I am boring?” I could hear the aggravation in his tone.

“I didn’t say you were, but we have talked about this before. I don’t want the attention that comes to you because of your last name. Wherever we go, it’s August Beaumont, this, Beaumont, that,” I sighed, moving closer to him. He took a step back, his eyes blazing in fury.

“August, come on. Your family is so popular that we'd be on the news if we went out on a date. Would you want them to know that you're dating a guy?”

“Are you ashamed of me or something? Because you of all people have no reason to be.” He said.

It felt like he had rammed a metal rod into my heart. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked carefully, counting my words.

“You know what it means, Seth. You’re not stupid,” he said again. “Well, given your results, I understand.”

My eyes widened as I stared at him in anger. “That’s rich coming from a junkie.” He ground his teeth in annoyance.

“Fuck you!” He jabbed his finger in my chest and stormed out of the room, slamming the door.

I wanted to punch something… someone. My heart raced, my blood rushing in my ears.

“Fuck!” I screamed, stifling the noise. How was a child who was born with a fucking gold spoon shoved so far down his throat it was impossible to see starvation for the next fifteen generations supposed to understand me?

He had no right to be upset with me because something good had finally happened to me!

I pulled out my phone and rang the last number I had called.

“Seth? Is everything alright?” Edward’s baritone filtered through the phone.

“Can we meet… again?”

“What time do you want to meet tomorrow then?”

“No, tonight.”

“Oh… is everything alright? You sound annoyed.”

“I’m fine. Is it possible?” I asked impatiently.

“Sure, I’ll send my driver now.”

I got dressed and spritzed the new cologne he had gotten for me before walking briskly down the steps into the limo that was parked out front. My thoughts swished around in my head as we drove through the city and finally arrived at the hotel. The door popped open on its own.

“This way. Sir Edward is expecting you,” a man in uniform said as he led me into a lift till it opened in a large penthouse. I didn’t have time to marvel at the affluence.

“Down the right and straight ahead,” the man said before retreating into the lift. I marched down the hall till I burst into an en-suite bedroom. Edward was reclined on a chair, reading a book. He must have sensed my presence because he peeled his eyes off the book and placed his glasses gently on the desk.

“Is everything alright, Seth?” Edward stood, crossing the distance between us.

“No, everything isn’t alright. What do you want with me?” I decided to rip the band-aid off. He looked stunned; the way he froze was evidence that he wasn’t expecting such a question.

“What do you mean?”

“The money, the trips, everything you have gotten for me and you still haven’t had sex with me. There has to be some angle, you must want something,” I pressed. He chuckled. I don’t know if it was the trick of the low lighting in his room, but I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes.

“Clearly, no one can fall in love with a gigolo,” he muttered but I caught it. It felt like I had been slapped across the face with the truth. I masked the pain and swallowed the thick blob in my throat.

“If you want us to have sex, let’s do it now. I don’t want you messing with my emotions.” I tried to sound as detached as possible, to let him know that I wasn’t already emotionally attached to him. He furrowed his brows in confusion before it melted into something I hated… pity.

He moved toward me, holding my shoulders softly before leading me to the bed. He sat beside me causing my entire frame to tense up before he stroked my hair and made me relax. His fingers ran along my spine, carelessly drumming beats that drew goosebumps from my skin.

He cradled my face softly, tilting my head toward him. He placed a soft kiss on my lip, my heart stopping at the heat that churned in my belly. He was slow, passionate, and careful. But I didn’t want "careful". I didn’t want him to handle me like I was glass that would shatter if I fell.

Fuck it.

I moved my legs over him, straddling his thighs while deepening the kiss. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, biting it to draw a moan from him. I used the opportunity to shove my tongue into his mouth, applying pressure and pushing him down on the bed.

I fingered the buttons on his shirt. My mind completely blanked out and was working on auto. He was toned, too fit for a man his age. His abs were hard, almost chiselled like a sculpture.

“Slow,” he whispered in between the kisses. This was the only thing that made sense to me, sex for money. I didn’t want the gifts or the attention that he spent on me like I was his spouse. I wanted to work for it.

I shoved my hand into his pants, his dick already swollen and straining against his pants. His breath hitched, his gasp throaty. I smiled as I went on my knees and pulled his dick out. Fuck, he was big.

I swallowed the pinkish head, running my tongue along the slit that had started to ooze. He was sweet, unusually sweet. I buried my mouth on his dick till his faint bush tickled my nose.

“Oh God,” he groaned, wriggling. If he was reacting this way from my mouth, what would he do when I rode him? After I coated his dick with enough spit, I shoved my pants down my smooth legs and scrambled on top of him.

“Wait, just wait,” he said faintly, almost out of breath. I smiled; he was in for a wild one.

I aligned his dick with my aching hole, squeezing my eyes shut as I pushed his mushroom head into my tight orifice. I winced, the pain searing, but I kept going, breathing to allow my muscles to relax.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned heavily, sinking his fingers into my waist. I slid down till he was buried deep in me, holding the movement till the pain became a dull throb. I slid up before slamming down into him. He yelled as I continued to ride him.

“Seth, Seth,” he whispered faintly. I ran a slick hand along my dick, running the pre-cum along my head. I angled my body till his dick rammed against my prostate. I felt my core tighten, my toes curled as the feeling overtook me.

“I’m coming!” I bellowed as the thick ropes poured out of me.

I heaved as I came down from my high.

“That was—” my eyes landed on Edward who was still. His eyes frozen and his hands had fallen limply on the bed.

“Ed?” My heart slammed heavily, my head spinning wildly as I placed my ear to his chest.

His heart wasn’t beating anymore…