by Emma Nichole
With a swat to my ass and a command to sit, I do just that, and within a few minutes, he is returning with two glasses of amber liquid in hand.
“Whiskey sour for the lady.” He slides the tumbler across to me.
“How did you know I like this drink?” I ask, taking a sip, and just as I suspected, it’s absolutely perfect.
“You ordered it at the company dinner I hosted the first week I was in charge. I was standing next to you at the bar.”
“How is it possible you remember that? It’s such a small detail…”
“I remember almost everything about you.” He rounds the breakfast bar to stand closer to me.
“You confuse me in so many ways.” I shake my head and look down at his feet. They are bare. I’ve never seen his bare feet before. I want to touch them, trace the curves of each toe. I want to know if he’s ticklish there. Men’s feet are so fascinating, especially when they belong to a man like Nathanial Lennox.
“Tell me why.” He doesn’t crowd me, but I do feel his hand rest on my thigh and his thumb brushing back and forth.
My body is hyperaware of the minimal contact and I hone in on it, making every pass of his thumb feel like fire spreading over my skin.
“It’s like two different men live inside of your body. One minute your cold, short, and really, really mean. Then the next minute, you’re the man standing in front of me. You’re kind, funny, soft, but I can still feel your hard edges. You know that feeling when you were a kid, and you’d close your eyes and spin around and around then you’d stop and lie on the ground? It’s like you could feel the room spinning around you.” I place my hand on his chest. “That’s how being around you makes me feel.”
“There are so many variables to my life, Piper, and sometimes, they make me a less than kind man, but I have to admit to you, occasionally, I do just enjoy pushing your buttons.”
I look up to see a half smirk on his face.
“Why? I don’t understand.”
“You come alive when you’re passionate about something. You never let me off easy and you fight back. No one does that with me. Not anymore.” He presses his fingers into the fatty part of my inner thigh and squeezes. “I enjoy that balance with you.”
My hand, still on his chest, curls into a fist and coils the fabric of his shirt between my fingers. I give it a tug, telling him I want him to come closer to me, and he happily obliges.
Our lips are hovering mere millimeters apart, but our eyes are open, exploring, searching, looking for any sense of hesitation on either side, but instead, all that’s present is desire, longing, and need.
“What are we doing, Nathanial?” I whisper. “This is so wrong.”
“But it feels so fucking right.”
He closes the gap between us and presses his lips into mine, and this kiss seals the deal more than words ever could.
It says we’ll never get enough of this and that I’m his and he’s mine, even if just in this moment. Right here, right now, we aren’t Ms. Kingston and Mr. Lennox. We are Piper and Nathanial. Two humans, two bodies, who want each other so desperately it’s all-consuming.
My lips part just as his tongue glides between them, exploring the top of my mouth, swirling with my tongue, sucking and nibbling on my lips.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I arrived tonight. I mean, obviously, I expected to have sex with him, but I figured it would be quick, immediate, rough, and that’d be it. Something tells me I was so very wrong about that.
He slides his strong arm under my knees and scoops me into his arms, shifting me around just a bit so I’m wrapped around him with my legs locked firmly around his waist.
“I’ll show you the rest of the place later,” he speaks against my lips, carrying me down a long hallway.
“Deal. Just don’t stop. Don’t give me time to think.” I bite down on his lower lip and he rewards me with the most incredible, guttural groan. It vibrates directly down between my legs.
I feel him whip me around and my back is pressed into a cool wall. The picture frame hanging just to my right rattles loudly.
“Arms above your head,” he demands. “Do it.”
I lean my head back to see his face. His eyes are dark and full of heat… I immediately comply, raising both arms high above my head.
He presses his hips into my center, not hiding his solid erection at all, as it is firmly pressing against my pussy, making it very hard to concentrate on anything else that’s happening, and holding me in place. This leaves his hands free to gently glide over my belly and up my sides, taking my shirt with them, higher and higher, until I’m briefly blinded by the fabric and it is over my head and tossed to the side.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he groans, as he alternates between kisses, licks, and bites across my neck and chest.
I try to drop my arms, to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer, but he captures both of my wrists in one hand, and holds them tightly over my head, against the wall.
“Is that how we’re playing?” I smile.
“That, baby, is absolutely how we are playing.”
He shifts his hips into me again, rocking and grinding in such a way that the fabric of his jeans presses into my clit so perfectly I can’t stop the moan that leaps from my lips.
“Do that again,” I beg, and he does. “Mmmm.”
“I love the way you sound. I can’t wait to hear you come with my cock deep inside of you.”
“Oh God.” That sentence alone sends my already energized body into the next stratosphere. “Let me touch you. Please.”
He doesn’t deny me any longer. He releases his hold on my wrists, giving me the freedom to slide my hands down his chest then up under the fabric of his shirt. I feel the ripple of each glorious muscle that contracts just a bit under my touch. His abdomen is rock-hard, just as I would have suspected, there is just a smattering of hair that leads under his belt.
“Take this off,” I tug at his shirt.
He pushes off the wall, letting me place my feet back on the floor so he can step back a pace. He reaches back and with one hand, pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
I’m plastered against his wall, still only wearing my bra and jeans, chest heaving wildly as I take in the sight of him.
“You’re staring.” He cocks a sideways grin.
“I am.” Licking my lips, I reach out and hook a finger into the waist of his jeans, tugging him to me.
He buries his hands in my hair and guides my lips to his, stealing my breath once again until I’m writhing in his arms.
I make quick work of his belt before lowering his zipper, letting my hand slip inside of his boxer briefs and circle around the girthy, solid cock.
“Oh fuck.” He exhales his words in a stuttered breath. “Stroke it.”
I do just that. I slide my fist from his base to his tip and back, again and again. His mouth is back on mine, and his tongue is stroking my lips and tongue in motion with my hand. Down stroke, suck. Up stroke, lick. Down stroke, nibble.
“I could come from just this,” I tell him. “Just from touching you while you kiss me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, but right now, I need to fuck you, Piper. It’s all I can think about. I need to be so deep inside of you that you forget your own name.”
“That’ll never happen.” I squeeze his cock hard and bite down on his lip. “You’ll be groaning mine as much as I’ll be screaming yours.”
He grips my ass in both hands and lifts me from the floor again, carrying me farther down the hall before I’m literally tossed into the middle of the bed.
“I should take my time with you.” He pushes his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them to the side then crawls onto the bed like a tiger zoning in on his prey. “I should savor you, but I have to be honest.” He slowly peels my pants down my legs, taking my panties along for the ride. “I can’t be tender or soft right now.” He moves off the bed and goes around to the drawer and retrieve
s a condom.
I watch as he opens the foil packet and slips the latex onto his length.
“Then don’t be.” I prop up on my elbows, sliding my thighs back and forth against one another to create some form of friction.
“Be careful what you wish for.” He grips my ankles in his hands and yanks me toward the edge of the bed until my ass is just hanging off. I yelp in response.
He doesn’t get onto the bed with me. Instead, he stays on his feet and bends over me, placing a hand on the mattress on either side of my head.
I can feel his cock lying against my mound. “Don’t be soft. I want to feel this. I want to feel you. Exactly how you want me.”
“Reach down, take my cock and put it inside of you,” he commands, burying his face in my neck, biting my tender skin.
It hurts, but I like it.
I let my fingers caress his chest, stomach, and hips before guiding his cock down over my clit, and lower… until the tip slips inside, and with a single hard push of his hips, he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.
“Fuck! Oh my God,” I cry out. He’s so big it’s stretching me open, causing a deep ache inside, but I need more. I want more.
“Christ, Piper, you’re so wet.” He keeps one hand by my head then the other rests on my hip, giving him leverage to begin pumping in and out of my body.
Everything pours into this moment.
The game of cat and mouse we’ve played for months.
The flirting.
The fighting.
The hot.
The cold.
It’s all coming to a head right here in this bed.
“Harder. Harder, Nathanial.” I claw at his back, hoping that I’m marking him just as he is marking me.
He moves quickly, standing at full height then lifts my hips from the bed, angling me just right; then he continues his sweet assault on my body.
“So fucking good. God. Damn. So tight.” He speaks each word staccato, blending his voice, my moans, and the wet slap of skin-on-skin into an erotic symphony that echoes so loudly there is no way the neighbors don’t know what is happening in here.
I tug the cups of my bra down to expose my tits, tweaking and pulling at my nipples, giving him a show. I arch my back and moan out his name.
“Keep playing with them. Pinch them. Pull them. They are so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fuck them one day.” His voice is deep and domineering. That in and of itself is pure sex to me.
“Touch my clit. Touch my clit just a little and I’ll come. I’m so close,” I mewl between soft groans.
“Scream my name when you come. Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything.”
His thumb comes to a rest on my clit then gently rocks back and forth, finding a perfect rhythm with his cock.
In that moment, I become clay in his hands. He’s molding me just as he wants, guiding me closer and closer to the sweet ecstasy we are both desperately chasing.
“Al…most…there…” I squeeze my eyes closed, preparing to burst, when I feel his hand grip my jaw, forcing my face back to his.
“Open your eyes. Don’t hide them. I want to see if they glimmer when you come.”
He gets his wish exactly three seconds later.
I coil inward then shatter like cheap glass in a hurricane, scattering all over in a mess of convulsions and spasms.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck!” he roars, as he pumps through my release and dives headfirst into his own.
He collapses down onto his forearms so we are nose-to-nose, still softly moving together, riding out each and every tremble or wave of pleasure still coursing between us.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this. Seconds? Minutes? Hell, maybe even hours, but no part of me is ready to move. I’m not ready to break whatever sorcery is swirling between us.
“Your heart is still racing.” He looks up from where his face was buried in the crook of my neck.
“So is yours.” I slide my hand up and down his back.
“Any regrets?” he asks, pushing up to look down at my face.
“Only one,” I say, cupping his cheek.
“What’s that?”
“We haven’t done it again yet.”
Nathanial
She snores.
It’s very soft, almost so soft you can’t hear it, but it’s there. Somehow, that makes me even more attracted to her.
Obviously, I was nearly positive when she came here tonight we would end up sleeping together, what I didn’t expect, however, was the pure intensity that would be present.
Piper and I have played this game of cat and mouse for so long. Usually, situations like this end up being a letdown after so much buildup, but this was explosive. Nothing could have prepared me for just how perfect it felt to finally have her.
Within minutes of finishing the first time, she crawled on top of me, coaxed my cock back to existence, and rode me so gracefully, but with such vigor and power. She dug her nails into my chest when she came then fell asleep tucked into my side.
I didn’t move at first, certain I would be physically exhausted enough to drift off to sleep with her, but that wasn’t the case at all. I stared at the ceiling, listening to her soft, perfect snores until I just couldn’t lie still anymore.
Insomnia at its finest.
So here I am, leaning against the doorframe, whiskey in hand, completely naked, watching my administrative assistant sleep in my bed, also completely naked and thoroughly fucked.
I’m very much a “keep it casual” kind of man. I converse with you enough to not feel like a complete asshole for fucking you then sending you on your way, but that is what is easiest for me and for my life. There is too much happening at all times for me to allow myself to get wrapped up emotionally with someone who, at the end of the day, probably won’t make me happy in the long run. I’ve never seen myself settling down seriously. I’ve only had one steady girlfriend in my life, and even that didn’t feel right. The term in and of itself feels so juvenile, but when I look at Piper, I feel this tingle in my chest.
I don’t know what to call it or what it even means, but I do know I like having her around. I enjoy simply talking to her in a capacity that isn’t Lennox Publishing related, and I certainly enjoy fucking her. So all I know at this point is I would very much like to keep doing both, which is a new feat in my life.
I bring the tumbler to my lips and the ice clinks against the glass. She stirs beneath the sheet, nuzzling her face into the pillow before blinking her eyes open. She looks around the room for a moment, like she’s trying to remember where she is, before her eyes settle on me.
“Are you all right?” she whispers.
“I am. I just need to get some work done,” I lie. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be down the hall in my office if you need anything.”
“Are you sure? I can call a cab if…”
I walk across the room, placing my glass on the nightstand, and bend to place a soft kiss on her lips, stopping her complete line of thought. She sighs happily into my mouth, and I pull away just a bit, pushing her hair from her face.
“You’re not a whore or a one-night stand, Piper. I’m not sending you off in a cab. Sleep. You need it.”
“So do you.” She slides her hand up and down my forearm.
“I’ll be in here soon.”
“Okay.” She doesn’t say anything further. She settles back into the pillow, pulls the sheet up around her shoulders, and soon, her snoring resumes.
***
The sun is just barely starting to cast an orange glow over my office a few hours later. I didn’t really have much work to do, but I needed to occupy my mind with something if I wasn’t going to sleep.
My eyes burn from staring at my laptop screen too long, so I press my palms into my eyes, rubbing them just a bit to ease the sting. My mother texted me, about forty-five minutes ago, to let me know my father woke this morning asking for his own father. Grandpa Lennox has been dead for a decade. When my father was formally di
agnosed, they told us things can progress slowly, or they can progress rapidly. Every person, every brain is different. My father, obviously, has headed down the rapid trail very quickly.
“Don’t you ever stop working?”
I drop my hands, turning in my chair to see Piper in my office doorway, wrapped in my black sheet like a towel.
“No. I don’t,” I answer honestly.
“You should. Being a workaholic is just as bad as any other addiction.” Her arms are exposed, and her black hair is tousled and perfectly messy, pulled over one shoulder.
“I don’t think that is necessarily true, Ms. Kingston.”
“Don’t call me that here. It makes me feel like we are at work. Just call me Piper.”
She holds the sheet tightly around her and pads her bare feet closer to me.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” I ask, extending a hand out for her to take, which she does without hesitation.
“No, not at all. I checked the time and realized you still hadn’t come to bed. I wanted to make sure you were all right.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to stand between my legs. I rest my forehead on her stomach and sigh heavily.
“I’m all right.”
“That sounds like a lie to me.” She rests a hand on the back of my neck and slowly begins to scratch along my hairline… and it’s magical.
“Mmm. That feels nice.”
“I’ll keep doing it if you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
One thing I’ve never been in my entire life is open. I don’t talk about my feelings or what I’m thinking about. That’s usually a one-way ticket to manipulation and disrespect.
But my instant inclination is to bare myself to her, and that scares the shit out of me, so instead I sweep my eyes up to hers and tug the sheet open, exposing her body to me.
“I don’t want to talk.” I press soft kisses to her chest and over the swell of her breasts.
“What do you want to do?” Her voice is breathy and soft.
“I think that’s obvious, don’t you?” I slide my hands around to pull her even closer to me.
