by Tasha Hart
“Everything okay over there, Trice?” The woman by the door has apparently been keeping an eye on me to make sure I’m not going to make trouble.
“Yeah,” Patrice calls back. “It’s all good.”
“Okay, well, I’m fixing to get Roslyn and Jess to go grab some lunch. You want anything?”
“No, girl. I’m fine.”
I watch our companion head out, and when I look back at this stunner behind the bar, she’s watching me with a curious expression on her face. It hadn’t occurred to me that we had been watched, but I’m suddenly very aware of being alone with her.
“Listen, man, what’s your name?”
“Chase,” I stick my hand out like an idiot. How is it possible we had that interaction yesterday and I never even told her my name? I must really have been bowled over. Looking at her glowing now, it’s easy to see why.
“Chase, huh,” she says taking my hand. “Is that short for something, or are you just used to pursuing things you want?”
All I can do is shrug. “It’s the name my parents gave me. Maybe they could see something about my nature even back then.”
“I bet.” That little sideways glimmer is back her eyes. “Well, look, Chase. We’ve got a good little while before we open, but I feel like having a drink. You want one?”
Do I? There’s so much welcome invitation in this, how could I possibly refuse? I feel almost like we’ve jumped to the middle of a first date. Not exactly what I expected for the day, but I’m not going to complain about it.
“What won’t break the bank?” She smiles like I’m messing with her and goes straight for the top shelf. Once we’re both poured up, she ushers us over to one of the tables by the far wall.
“So, Chase,” she takes a sip of her drink. “What do you do when you’re not running stops?” She’s bold, this one. Getting right after me with the story we both know is a lie.
“I work for Sutter Enterprises. It’s an advertising firm in midtown.” Her face clouds up.
“That’s where you know your little friend from last night, huh?”
“Who, Jason?” How could she know him?
“Yeah. Jason.” Her tone is hard as a rock, and I can see I’ve got an ally in her.
“That guy is no friend of mine.” She looks at me for a moment, then raises her glass and clinks it against mine.
“Cheers to that!” Tossing her head back again in another laugh, all I can do is look at the smooth lines of her throat. The booze in the glass is nice, but this woman is intoxicating.
Eight
Patrice
This white boy is making all the right moves. It doesn’t hurt that he’s clearly got some money, but he’s handsome as hell, but talking to him is the real deal. Like, he asked me about myself, and has been listening to what I have to say.
Normally when I tell a man I’m a writer, they just nod and stare at my titties, but Chase is a cut above. Oh, I’ve got no doubt he’s noticed my titties. In fact, I keep catching myself leaning forward to make it easy for him, but if he’s taking the bait, he’s being sly. And, I give bonus points for sly.
“John Donne?” He nearly chokes on the ice in his glass. “They’re still teaching that Renaissance stuff?”
“If you want a degree in creative writing they are.” I can’t even front, I’m impressed. “How the hell do you know who Donne is anyway?”
“Pfft!” He rolls his eyes. “I didn’t always want to be in advertising.”
“No, I bet you didn’t.” He doesn’t catch me sizing him up, and I’m glad. This guy might be the total package. Tipping his glass up again, I can see we’re both down to the ice and it puts my feet right back on the floor.
“Chase, this has been nice. But I’ve got plenty to take care of before we open up for tonight.” The poor guy looks disappointed, and I’ve got to admit I don’t really want this little talk to be over either. We should do this again, I’m about to say, but I can’t.
Why? Because Chase has taken a hold of me and put his lips on mine. It’s the kind of move I’d slap a man for, if I hadn’t been wanting to do the same thing.
“Sorry,” he says when his mouth releases mine.
I’m not. And I tell him so by dragging him back to me and searching for his tongue with mine. It’s been a while since I’ve had the time to get romantic with anybody, and I didn’t realize how much I needed the contact. Or, maybe it’s just him.
He is something. Those hands that I was watching while we spoke are running firmly along my back and help themselves to my ass. Fair play, I suppose, because I’ve been working on his for a second. It’s firm, and I can tell he uses his gym time wisely.
“Holy shit, Patrice,” he breathes into my ear before working his lips down the line of my neck.
“Hang on, hang on, hang on!” I lift him from the nest he’s made in my collarbone, and he springs back like he’s been stung.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. That was too…” I shush him with a hand on his lapel.
“Do you want a quick tour of the offices?” Those sparkling blue eyes flash with desire, and we head straight back.
Angie was as good as her word. Everyone is at lunch. Good thing, too, because as soon as we make it to the back, my hands are on his belt. Within seconds, his thick, hardening cock springs into view. It’s in my mouth before I know what I’m doing, and I take it all the way to the base, which is no small feat.
Yeah, I needed this. And, from the groan Chase lets out, he’s needed this, too. His fingers search through my hair as I slather my tongue all along every inch of him I can get.
“Fuck, Patrice,” he grunts under his breath.
“That sounds like a good idea,” I say, turning his throbbing member loose from my mouth. At the thought, it swells even more, and my panties are already soaking at the prospect of taking this thing into me.
Hopping up onto the table, he scrunches up the sides of my skirt and hooks two fingers through my panties to pull them to the side. Even the brush of his fingers sends a shiver running down my legs, and I want to wrap them around his waist to steady myself. Nothing could prepare me for what he was about to give me.
After a second of gentle nudging with the head of his glistening cock, he presses hard and slides all the way into me in one, dragging thrust. Every inch of me is full. I’m stretched so tight around him, it’s like I can feel every facet of him inside me.
“Oh, shit!” Locking my legs around him, I press my hips hard against him, pulling him even deeper into places I never know I had. “Oh, shit!” It’s all I can say.
Just like my skirt, Chase puts his thumbs under my top, raking his hands along my ribs as he pushes it up to my shoulders. Digging into me in quick even thrusts, I hang onto the table to keep as close to him as possible. Everything gets pushed up, and my bra is up by my chin, letting my breasts spill out into the open.
“Fuck, Patrice.”
He leans over hard, letting his hips continue their assault, and sucks my nipple between his teeth. I’ve never been one for biting, but this man knows exactly how to do it. The tingle from his teeth teasing my tit ignites a fire that runs through my stomach and straight down into my legs.
I can’t tell if he’s driving into me, or I’m pushing up into him. Not that it matters. We’re both rocking furiously, and I can tell that I’m about to come apart at the seams.
Chase turns my nipple loose, and it nearly stings in the open air. Pushing my legs up to his shoulders, he clamps his hands behind my neck and starts hammering into me so hard, I can’t even think. Every part of me starts to shake, shattering under this pulverizing pleasure.
“Patrice, holy shit, I’m gonna…”
Way ahead of you. My orgasm rips through me so hard, my ears are ringing. Or, maybe it’s the sound of me screaming. Whatever it is, it only gets more intense as Chase cuts loose, filling me with pump after pump of hot, liquid passion. Fuck, even his cum is making me cum.
I realize I’m screaming his name
, and his forehead is pressed against mine as he judders into me, gasping for air. We both go slack at the same time. She collapses over me, and I can feel him panting, and the trickle of sweat from his cheek against mine.
Staring up at the fluorescent light glaring above the table, it’s like all my senses come back at once. I’ve never felt anything like that before. I’ve never done anything like that before.
Patrice, what the fuck are you doing, giving yourself to a man like that? There’s never a story where fucking in the back room ends up well.
Nine
Chase
If I thought hooking up with Patrice was going to get her out of my head, I was sorely mistaken. Far from it. She’s been running through my mind every waking moment, on top of making some pretty hot guest appearances in my dreams.
Sure, the sex is something that I keep thinking about, but only in balance against everything that happened before. We probably only talked at that table for half an hour, tops, but I could have sat there all day. That woman has a lot more going for her than just her body.
“Chase?” Frank has poked his face into my office and snapped me out of my Patrice-fueled reverie.
“Yeah, man, what is it?”
“Jason is getting a group of guys to head out to Bonner’s Irish tonight, are you down?”
“Didn’t he just get married?” My annoyance with Jason is still close enough to the surface that I bite those words.
Thankfully, Frank just shrugs his beefy shoulders. “What can I say, dude? I guess you can take the man out of the party, but you can’t take the party out of the man.”
“Yeah, I guess.” My hands have been fiddling with my phone, and I look down to see that they must have a mind of their own. Or a direct link to my subconscious. Patrice’s contact is hovering right under my thumb.
“Actually, I think I might have plans tonight. You guys knock yourselves out.”
“Coolio.” He’s gone, and my thumb decides to call her without consulting my brain.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Chase. You working tonight?”
“It’s my night off.” She sounds more than a little guarded, but I soldier ahead.
“Well, I was thinking maybe we should get drinks, or dinner, or something.” There’s a beat of silence. “You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” Another pause. “What time?”
“Want me to pick you up at yours around seven?”
She may have seemed a little cagey on the phone, but hours later, you never would have thought that seeing her come out the front of her building. This woman is so hot, the ground ought to write her a thank you note for walking on it. Her dress hugs every single curve she’s got and makes me ache to have access to them again.
Seeing her at work is one thing, but when Patrice decides she’s going out, the world better take notice. Those dark eyes of hers flash, and in a way you never get when girls wear those colored contacts. They have a hue all their own, and I could study it if it didn’t seem to keep changing.
Even as we sit at the table after the plates have been cleared, the candle keeps refracting in ways that shift her eyes from brown to hazel. The milk chocolate of her skin glows in the soft light, and I find myself remembering how it looked when I could see more of it. It takes a particular kind of woman to look that insanely good under fluorescent light.
“If you don’t stop staring, I’m going to reach across this table and slap you.” She’s got a smile on her face a mile wide, and despite the threat, I can tell she’s flattered that I keep losing the thread of our conversation.
“Is that a promise?” As flirty as we’ve been during dinner, I think I’ve earned something a little wicked.
“Try me.” I’m almost want to, just to see if she’ll do it.
We step out onto the street and make our leisurely way back toward her apartment. While neither of us has stated it explicitly, I’m holding out a hope that I get to see the inside of her place.
“So, you’d really never been there before?”
“Never,” I say. “You don’t know how rarely I get to make it south of midtown. We don’t even have many clients down here anymore.”
“It’s a special occasion kind of place for me.” While I know she’s alluding to her budget, I can’t help being flattered that she took me to her special place. Even if she knew I was going to pick up the check.
“This is it.” We’ve reached her door.
“I remember.” That awkward thing happens where neither of us really want to part ways, but I can’t exactly invite myself up. It’s a dance I’ve done before, but for the first time, I’m not actually sure if the invitation is coming. Maybe that’s what makes me want it more. Or, just the fact that she’s been captivating all night.
“I should get out of here.” Almost before I can get the words out, she speaks over me.
“We could have a drink upstairs.” From the look on her face, I can almost see that this wasn’t part of her plan. “If you want?”
Oh, I want, Patrice. I very much want.
It’s not great wine, but it serves its purpose—which is essentially providing the excuse for me to come up. While it may not taste like much in the glass, it tastes a lot better on her lips. Clearly, she agrees, given the ferocity with which her tongue is caressing the inside of my mouth.
All the conversation of our evening has fallen away, and what is left between us is the burning, physical need. Her body is pressing her desire to mine, and I can only answer with the desperation I have felt for her since the last time we got to tangle. Falling into each other in that office was so explosive, had such a sense of desperation and immediacy that it seemed to flash past in an instant.
Tonight, as I suck her earlobe into my mouth, and feel her breath coming hot and fast beside me, I’m determined to take my time. Running my hand up along her ribs to cup her breast, I tease it with gentle, luxurious attention. Even if I’m determined to set aside the desperation, I intend to make tonight every bit as explosive.
Ten
Patrice
All night, I’ve been telling myself not to have him up here, and now I can’t imagine why. It’s like every inch of me is tingling to get closer to him. Why are these fucking clothes in the way?
A person would think that clothes designed to make men look at you would be a whole lot easier to get out of. Fortunately, I’ve got some very capable fingers to help me. Pulling his lips from my neck, he gently guides my shoulders until I’m facing away from him. With one, long, agonizing stroke, he eases down the zipper of my dress, stopping just shy of the top of my backside.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the feeling of those fingertips grazing along my skin as he nudges away the edges of my dress. His lips plant a warm, light kiss between my shoulder blades, and my skin erupts in a thousand tiny chill bumps. Even my palms tingle. This boy is good.
With a gentle push, my best dress becomes a pool around my feet.
“You are amazing.” His words are low, and his breath is warm in my ear. I’m crazy for him to nibble at it again, but he has other plans. With a move so slick, I almost wonder how practiced he is, the clasp of my bra snaps open, and it joins the dress on the floor. I lean back into him as his hands dust over the curve of my breasts.
My nipples are so hard, he might cut his hand if he’s not careful. Shit, my goosebumps have goosebumps. This whole slow and sensual thing is electrifying, but my need for him takes over.
Spinning, I catch him unawares and suck his mouth into mine, pouring all the pent-up energy of the last few nights into him. Touching myself has never been my thing, but since the last time I had him, I’ve been logging in more than one session each day.
“Fuck, Patrice.”
Okay, he needs to work on his sexy talk game, but I admire his enthusiasm. Those fingers, which felt so skilled a second ago, are having one hell of a time with the buttons on his shirt. I’m having much more success with his belt, and I’ve managed t
o yank off trousers, underwear and the works before he finally surrenders and yanks the shirt over his head.
I may have spent a little time thinking about his cock, but my memory has to be faulty. This thing is even bigger than I remembered. Taking him into my mouth only proves that. Taking him all the way to his base takes considerable effort, and I love every second of it.
He does too. Chase doubles over, raking his hands down my back as I suck harder and harder, doing everything I can to drive him wild. I’d love for him to come in my mouth, but I’ve got other plans first.
“Lie down.”
He tips back onto my bed, and I climb over him. Sitting up on my knees, it occurs to me that it’s the first time he’s seen me completely naked. Hell, it’s the first time I’ve seen the full expanse of his broad, sinewy chest, and I nearly pass out. I don’t know what the fuck I did to get this man into my bed, but you’d better believe I intend to pin him there.
“You want this?” I’ve got his cock in my hand and am teasing both of us by running it along the line of my glistening slit.
“Yes.”
“Say it.” I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want to make this white boy beg.
“I want you. God, I want you.”
“What do you want me to do?” I’m working the head of that massive cock in tight circles on my clit, using him to drive myself wild.
“I want you to fuck me, Patrice. Now.” The teasing I’m doing is about to drive us both wild, and I can see how slick his piece is already, as my wetness glides down over him.
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
That does it. Settling my hips down to meet his, that feeling of almost unbelievable pressure fills up inside me. There’s a tiny twinge I’ve never felt before as he presses into the deepest part of me.
“Oh, shit,” I hiss out in a deep, sultry whisper. My body takes over, and I start a hard, rolling ride. Chase grips the sheets like he’s afraid he might fly up to the ceiling. Shit, we both might. That little sting of his size is overridden by the sheer, animal pleasure of feeling so filled. Every move we make presses against some new place, and I’m breathing harder than I ever have in my life.
