She’d be too impatient, desperate to feel him deep within her, she’d pull her skirt all the way up and straddle his thighs, slide her thong to the side and just like that they would merge as one.
In reality, her breath came faster, her blood roared through her veins and the patch between her thighs dampened.
Rick’s eyes grew darker and his fists clenched on the hand rests of the chair where he sat as if he were reading her shameless thoughts.
Trixie knew her thoughts and wants were wrong, but it was hard to control herself, she could feel a tangible desire pouring out of his veins and flowing in his direction.
Trixie was an attractive woman, and she knew it. She also knew how to spot a man who wanted her, and despite his outwardly calm and gentlemanly demeanor, she knew her boyfriend's dad wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
The question was, would they do anything about this taboo temptation?
She knew the right and moral answer.
What was really about to happen was a bit harder to tell.
“So,” Rick said, the sound trailing off as they still continued to eye-fuck each other.
“So,” she answered with a cheeky grin.
Rick laughed and ran a hand over his slightly disheveled hair.
“It's late,” he finally said, and she glanced over at the clock to see that it was minutes to eleven. “We should both be heading out, don't you think?”
She was disappointed that their time together was coming to an end, but answered anyway, “You’re probably right.”
She perked right up when he told her he was going to the bar in a hotel nearby for a drink.
“Would you like to join me?”
Trixie paused at her instinctive need to say yes to this man and reasoned with herself.
Her life was great at the moment. She had a job she loved, a boyfriend who adored her and grand plans for the future.
It could all be ruined if she started an affair with her boyfriend's dad.
She needed to save herself the headache and tears. What she needed to do was to politely decline Rick’s offer and head home to her warm bed.
Or she could live life on the edge and give in to the excitement of the forbidden.
She opened her mouth to tell Rick she needed to get some sleep in order to be refreshed for tomorrow's meeting, but somehow, “I would love to join you,” came out instead.
Chapter 4
Every drop of pleasure
It was pushing midnight, and the well-dressed patrons of the steampunk-themed rooftop hotel bar had begun to get loose and flirtatious.
Neither Trixie nor Rick showed any signs of wanting to leave, and the waiter had been advised to keep the drinks refreshed.
Rick was the most relaxed she’d seen him, and she found that the look suited him.
He’d shed his tie and had undone the first three buttons of his shirt giving her a peak of the golden skin underneath. His hair was messy from him repeatedly running his fingers through it. His cheeks were flushed, and liquid desire made his dark eyes glow in the dim light of the stylishly decorated surroundings. He was laughing and teasing, nothing like the dictator others in the company knew.
After a sip from the glass of single malt scotch in his hand, Rick said, “My son is a fortunate man to have you on his arm. You’re beautiful. But you must be tired of hearing that.”
Already ruby-colored from the alcohol in her system, Trixie’s cheeks grew a darker hue with his compliment.
The fact that he touched her thigh when he said it aided in the blossoming of color and heat. Not even the mention of her boyfriend--his son--prevented her from traversing the dangerous path she was on.
Trixie flipped her hair over her shoulder, flirting with a girlish giggle. “Well, a girl can’t get too many compliments, so by all means, keep them coming.”
He laughed along with her and said, “As long as you grace me with your delightful company, I’ll do just that.”
“You’re one to talk,” she replied and touched his muscular upper arm. “Your wife must be the envy of all her friends with such a handsome husband. I bet you look even more gorgeous once that suit comes off.”
She fanned herself with the tips of her fingers and watched him coyly under her thick, long lashes.
Was that last comment too far?
While the two had been flirting nonstop since they’d left the office, it had been mostly mild.
They were now becoming progressively more risqué in their words and actions, bolstered by the boozy brazenness bubbling through their veins.
Rick perused Trixie’s body, his eyes like lasers scanning up and down her contours with his increasingly ravenously, his hand moving slowly up her thigh to rest comfortably at her waist. His fingertips began tracing patterns on her lower back, and a heat of it zinged her through her high-waisted skirt.
His face was close to hers when he said, “You could be the judge of that if you'd like.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she actually felt her pupils dilate.
“You truly have a great body. What do you do to keep in such good shape?” he continued before she could beg him to fuck her right then and there just as she craved.
“I love to dance,” she replied automatically.
“Then show me. Let’s dance,” Rick said.
Trixie was shocked, and it distracted her from the rhythmic clenching of her feminine core momentarily.
“Where do you want me to dance? Right here at the bar?” she asked, thinking he must be joking.
“Yes,”
Soft music played in the background, but space was limited, patrons had filled up most of the elegant lounge’s many alcoves and offshoots while small tables with accompanying chairs filled up the rest of the space.
The actual bar area where they were was lined with high stools, and it was there that Rick and Trixie sat. The space was designed for sitting, conversing and drinking, not dancing.
Still, Rick said, “I would love to dance with you. All we need is music and your willingness. What do you say?”
Trixie was a little drunk and his words mixed with the idea of being pressed up close against his body intoxicated her further. So, of course, she agreed.
He wasted no time in finding a small space they could move against each other in.
He pulled her against him, and his hand rested on her lower back. The action spoke of a man who knew his way around the female body.
There was no acceptable social convention here. The two danced slowly and seductively. Rick moved his hips with power and sensual surety. Trixie followed his erotic beat with sensual slides of her own hips.
Rick fitted his face into the warm, fragrant crook of her neck and inhaled deeply before a rushed exhale made goosebumps rise across the surface of her skin.
If she tried hard enough, she could almost imagine she felt a quick slide of his tongue just below her ear.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
Raw desire was reflected there, and Trixie’s breath caught with the force of it.
“You are so fuckin’ sexy,” he whispered against her mouth. No space separated their lips.
He kissed her like he owned her.
And she allowed it.
He tasted divine. Like something forbidden, dark.
His hips pushed forward hard, and she felt the hot weight of his need pressing against her stomach.
Distantly, Trixie heard someone say, “Get a room you two!”
But Rick and Trixie didn’t miss a beat as they continued to make out heavily right there in full view of everyone.
Rick only pulled away to gasp against her wet lips, “Let’s go. I have a room here.”
She didn’t question why he had a room booked at the hotel.
She only took his hand and said, “Yes.”
Rick settled the bill within minutes as the bartender seemed to be trying his best keep his eyes from casting judgment upon the older, presumably marrie
d man with this saucy younger woman.
Trixie was sure he was well aware of the age gap between her and Rick. And she knew the bartender was making all sorts of assumptions.
It wasn’t her first time her first time behaving scandalously with an older man. She should have been used to it.
Whenever she’d dated someone significantly older than her, people judged their relationship. They probably thought she was a gold digger and simply did not understand why anyone would be interested in someone so much more mature.
Her stomach clenched with anxious anticipation as they exited the bar, arms around each others’ waists, and headed to the elevator.
Her thoughts transformed and guilt made its way into her conscience.
She was about to cheat on her boyfriend. With his father.
Despite this, she knew she was going to go through with it.
She had come too far now to stop.
The need to know what Rick felt like inside her would haunt her forever if she turned back now.
There were other people on the elevator when they got on, but Rick kept his arm around Trixie, his grip was possessive. She liked it, and her desire began to overpower everything else.
Not even the disappointed looks the older woman adorned in what seemed like a thousand jewels dampened her ardor. Based on the way she lifted her nose and miffed, she probably thought Trixie was an escort going to a hotel room with a wealthy patron.
The doors opened, and the woman left while others boarded. They threw similar looks Trixie’s way, and she decided to pay them no attention.
Based on the way Rick couldn’t keep his eyes off her, Trixie didn’t think he cared what anyone else thought of them either.
She was uncontrollably wet from just the heat of his body, the touch of his steady hand and the lingering scent of his cologne. His masculine aura was driving her crazy, and she let her doubts and ill thoughts drift away.
By the time they got to the door of the hotel room, her panties were utterly ruined, and her cream had escaped onto the insides of her thighs.
Rick whispered dirty things in her ear, telling her all the naughty things he wanted to do to her.
She was so caught up in this man, she didn’t even know when they’d gotten off the elevator, but the next thing she knew, he was pushing the key into the lock and leading her inside.
Rick didn’t give her a chance to look around or gain her equilibrium.
He pushed the door closed behind them then pushed her up against the wall. Reaching underneath her skirt, he pulled her panties down her legs.
Before they even hit the floor, his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue licking patterns between her slick lips.
He guided one of her thighs upon his shoulder and opened her wide for his naughty actions. Her toes pointed in the tips of her red heels.
His searching tongue stabbed into her center deep before his lips latched onto her clit to pull a climax from her with incredible speed and force.
Surprised by the burst of feeling, Trixie screamed her pleasure, and anyone walking past the room would know precisely what was going on inside in that moment.
He continued to lick her through the gratification sending her soaring higher.
He brought her down from the peak with gentle flickering motions.
Standing, he kissed her as she tried to catch her breath and stop her head from spinning.
After sharing her juices with her, he gently unclothed her body.
He made a rough sound in the back of his throat then said, “You’re stunning. You make me wish for things I haven't in a very long time.”
He then lifted her in his arms.
She squeaked at the sudden movement but didn’t fight him as he settled her on the bed.
He spread her legs wide and said nothing as he looked at the glistening treasure between them.
“I love licking a girl’s pussy, and yous is one of the best I‘ve ever tasted.”
With that said, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder again and started eating her out once more.
Rick was still fully clothed and the fabric rubbed against Trixie’s skin as she writhed in agonizing pleasure.
It felt like no time at all before he had her body tensing in climax again.
Then again and again and again.
This man had a talented tongue worthy of a god.
Trixie thought she was going to drown in the pleasure and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
But he made her take every ounce and only upped the ante by adding his fingers to the fray.
Her juices were flowing down the crack of her ass and making a mess of the sheets.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she cried out at last, and his tongue made one final pass over her heated sex before he stood.
She lay lax, unable to move a single muscle as she watched him from under long, thick lashes.
First, the buttons of his shirt came undone to reveal his hard chest. It was even more impressive than she’d imagined.
The shirt fell to the floor. He toed off his shoes then his pants, his underwear soon followed the shirt’s path.
And his naked body.
It was glorious.
He was built like her boyfriend, but he seemed so much more defined, stronger, sturdier. So much more powerful.
The tension between them was too intense for her to speak.
She ached in anticipation as he approached. His body blocked out the rest of the room. The rest of the world, really.
She was cocooned in a bubble of lust and security as he pushed inside her with a slow, deep stroke. She threw her head back with a gasp.
He allowed her some time to get used to his presence then asked, “You okay?”
“Yes, make love to me please,” she pleaded, and he started the unmistakable mating dance.
His cock felt so much fuller than Jake’s already sizeable girth. It reached someplace deep within her and made her tremble and yell her need.
The bed began to bang against the wall with the rhythm and Trixie was thrown headfirst into another round of euphoria.
She lost count of how many times Rick made her cum, but finally, she felt the way his body tensed and the way his rhythm became less coordinated.
He was going to cum, and she yearned to feel the heat of his pleasure paint her inner walls despite the knowledge of how irresponsible that was.
Instead of blowing his load like she expected, he pulled his hard cock out of her and placed his mouth back between her legs.
She wanted to ask why he didn’t allow himself to cum, but she felt yet another orgasm threaten to overtake her.
She was going crazy from the sheer amount of pleasure. How many orgasms can a girl take in one night?
She blacked out from the last climax, but when she came to, Rick had his bare cock back inside her.
Her body was beyond tired, but still, it responded to his commands and came by his will.
Many hours passed with Rick wringing every last bit of pleasure from her body.
Distantly, she noticed he wasn’t allowing himself to ejaculate. Every time she sensed that he was close, he would pull away and use his mouth and fingers to erotically torture her.
She was, however, too lost in this delirious, forbidden pleasure to complain.
The shower was running.
Trixie was lying naked in the big hotel room bed. She was drifting in that obscure land between sleep and consciousness
She was thoroughly wrung out from Rick’s loving, and he was taking a shower after finally giving her a reprieve after she’d begged for it.
A few minutes later, the water turned off, and Rick walked out equally nude.
He was using a towel to dry his hair, and she took the time to admire his abs and the way they cut off to form a deep V leading to his thick manhood. His chest muscles and broad shoulders flexed with his movements.
He wrapped the towel around his waist, and she saw the intention in hi
s eyes to join her on the bed.
His phone rang just before he could.
She saw the caller ID pop up on the screen.
It was his wife, Sandra.
Rick didn’t hesitate to answer and told his wife, “I’ll be staying in the city tonight.”
“Don’t wait up for me,” he ended the call after answering a few questions Sandra had.
The two didn’t discuss the call. Rick just shed the towel and joined Trixie in bed.
He spooned against a sleepy Trixie and wrapped her in his warmth and strength.
He kissed her cheek and wished her sweet dreams.
Trixie fell asleep with a sweet ache between her legs and a naughty smile on her face.
Her thoughts were just as salacious.
I can’t believe I just got fucked by a married man. By my boss. By my boyfriend’s dad.
Chapter 5
Does it feel good?
“This season, the most popular colors are canary yellow and fuchsia. Pleated mini skirts are making quite the comeback, especially when paired with off-hip microfiber belts. We’ve incorporated these elements, as you can see in the window displays, for maximum exposure and walk-in clientele.”
Trixie was on a fashionable shopping street in a wealthy suburb. She was standing outside one of the company’s under-construction boutiques with a group of interior designers. This shop’s grand opening was fast approaching, and there was much to be done in a short amount of time.
The group of interior designers took notes, inspecting the fabrics and mumbling to each other as she lead them into the boutique, showing them around while imparting her expertise and the management’s expectations to the group.
The designers looked to her with riveted attention as she directed them. Trixie was in her element as she climbed into the window display and tightened one of the skirts, fastening it with a safety pin behind the mannequin's back.
She was feeling especially confident as she’d aced her presentation less than an hour earlier. Upper management had been very impressed with her Spring/Summer Collection calling it cheeky and adventurous, lauding her for her calculated brashness. She smelled a promotion coming her way any day now, and she could not have been more excited at the prospect.
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