My One For Half A Million

Breakfast

"Good morning."

Xylar was propped up on his elbow beside me. As I came to, blinking up at him, he ran a finger through his hair.

"What would you do for half a million, Xy?"

I was sleepy. The nickname had slipped out without a thought. I barely even knew what I was asking, and I only remembered why I asked it when the fog of sleep finally left my brain.

He laughed. His hand fell from his hair to my stomach. "Half a million what, dollars? Anything, probably. Why, what would you do for half a million."

"Even marrying someone you barely knew? Even marry... well, me for instance."

"I, well..." He raised his eyebrows at me, his head cocked. "Are you proposing, Zoe?"

I blushed so hard I could feel it radiating off my skin. Because, honestly, I was considering it. I was seriously considering it.

He caught on to my awkwardness and changed the subject. "I made breakfast," he said.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down on top of me, spreading my legs to wrap around his waist. I buried my head in his neck, and lightly bit his shoulder.

"Who needs breakfast when I have you?" I asked, tipping my head back.

He looked at me, slack jawed and wide eyes, before dropping his face into the crook of my neck and whimpering. Heat radiated onto me from his cheeks, and I felt his legs shift against me. He was so easy.

"Scrambled eggs and bacon," he murmured, and began planting kisses on my throat.

"How about I have you first? Or will the food get cold."

He thought about it, then threw himself out of bed and dashed to the kitchen, long, muscular legs pinwheeling like a little kids. He ran back in a moment later with an oven mitt on one hand.

"I-put-it-in-the-oven-so-it-can-stay- warm-for-you-miss," his words were a quick blur as he fell back into place.

I scratched my nails up his back as he resumed kissing the soft skin under my jaw. "Thank you, pretty boy," I crooned into his ear. He whimpered again.

"Thank you miss."

I spread my legs further, and he pushed closer against me. I could feel him, and I said so.

"So hard for me, huh? Silly little messy boy."

He moaned openly, breath blowing against my ear. I arched my back up, pressing my body into him as his kisses dropped below my collarbones.

"You want to please me?" I asked, running my hand briskly over his side.

"Yes, Miss," he whined.

His hands were large and warm and strong, but he was so gentle, almost hesitant, every time he touched me. But the second I told him to please me, his fingers dug into my hips and he started kissing my breasts as his hands fell between my legs.

"Mmm, so good," I moaned in as taunting a manner I could summon while being pleasured that much. "How about you use your mouth so you can touch yourself, too?"

Still pretty sleepy, I was content to watch his head and pulls at his hair while he ate me out, my legs thrown over his shoulders. "Pretty boy," I moaned, pulling his hair, yanking his head up. I caressed his jaw. His mouth was hanging open a little, his eyes glazed with pleasure. I knew that look. "You can cum, pretty little doll that you are, but you're not to stop touching yourself until I cum, understood?" I loved the power I had over him. One wave of my hand and he'd do all sorts of degrading things.

He nodded, and I smiled at him.

"Pretty boy. Pretty, pretty boy." Once his head ducked down again, I pulled him up and, in my sternest tone told him, "Don't you dare stop making eye contact."

Good boy that he is, he didn't. I was the one that broke eye contact, when my shoulders began to shake and my eyes rolled back. He didn't stop for a moment, stimulating me straight through a climax. When I looked back down, trembling thoroughly, he was still looking up at me.

"Did you cum?" It took every effort to keep my voice steady.

He nodded.

"Good. Good, good, good boy. You can stop now." I gave another little tug at his hair, pulling him off my overstimulated body.

He wrapped me up in a tight hug, and kissed me. The kiss was surprisingly tender, and would've been very sweet if I hadn't been acutely aware that I was tasting my own cum. Still, I ran my hand up through his hair and rubbed his back a little. "Good boy," I murmured.

I felt his smile against my skin.

"And yes," he said, his voice still soft and low. "I would marry you for five hundred thousand dollars. I'd be nuts not to."

I took a deep breath. That. I'd almost forgotten about that.

Letting a few moments of thinking pass me, I came to the decision I, deep down, had known I would make from the get go.

"We've got a lot to talk about, so please don't think I'm nuts until I've told you the whole story," I said, lacing my fingers back through his hair and scratching his head gently. It was a great stress reliever. I took a deep breath, preparing myself.

"But basically... will you marry me?"

...

Forty five minutes and most of a great breakfast later, I was officially engaged to the pretty boy sitting across from me at my tiny table.

"I mean... five hundred thousand dollars, Zoe, of course I'll marry you."

He paused, stuck his fork in his mouth, and chewed before continuing, "but I want at least fifty thou."

I restrained myself from leaping across the table and hugging him. "Of course, Xy, anything you want... I mean not anything. But."

"Yeah, I got you, I got you." He clasped his hands and leaned across the table, almost knocking his coffee cup to the ground. "So what color theme are we thinking?"

"What?"

"Zoe, I'll marry you, but I'm not marrying you half-assed. This fake wedding is going to be the best fake wedding our guests have ever attended."

I smiled. He was a great pick. I doubted my family would let me get away with a shotgun wedding, anyway.

"I don't know, Xy, I was kind of thinking we tell my family first."

His face went through a whole bunch of emotions really fast, and then he laughed. "Of course! Fuck, my mom is going to be SO happy."

I laughed with him as he took my hand. "We gotta go ring shopping," he said. "Today?"

"I have work in a couple hours. Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." He grinned at me. "Or I could go get a ring today, and I could propose in front of them."

So we sat on my couch for an hour, our legs tangled together, until we found a ring we agreed on- not pricey, but showy enough to make it look real. Not too gaudy, but nice and delicate.

He strung an arm over my shoulder. "Boy are you gonna be surprised tomorrow."

I tucked my arm around his back and side hugged him. "I never saw it coming."