by LK Collins
He opens the door, and I walk in. He quietly follows behind me making my heart pummel to the pit of my stomach.
Holy fuck, this is really happening.
“Tell me what you want,” he says stepping closer to me, and I blink wildly looking up at his sexy expression.
“I . . . I don’t know.” My words are a tangled mess; heat is radiating off him onto me, and I feel like I could stumble backward.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he whispers, and I shake my head, not sure how to respond.
“I don’t know what to say, I don’t do this often, or ever.”
“Are you a virgin?” he asks, and I chuckle.
“No,” I stare up into his sexy eyes.
“Do you want me?” he asks and runs his fingers down the side of my face and neck. Again my voice is absent, but somehow I manage to nod. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer,” he growls and scoops me off the floor. My dress rides up as my legs wrap around his waist. My mouth is watering for his, and I'm glad I don’t have to wait long.
He kisses me and gently lowers me to the bed, pressing his hard shaft against my aching pussy.
“Mmmhhh,” I moan softly, his lips prompting mine to open.
He tastes like heaven; a sweet concoction of mint and gin. He’s gentle with his kisses, which is not what I expected. However, he’s not gentle as he grinds himself against me, every motion against my clit makes me squirm a bit.
My hands reach for his shirt, and I untuck it. He briefly sits up, tossing off his coat and yanking off his tie, all while the sexiest expression covers his face.
I lie there panting, not sure what to do, and as he lowers himself again, he says,“Fuck, I want you,” and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Me too,” I mumble against his lips. My words seem to unleash a monster inside him, and he’s suddenly tearing my dress from my body. Before I know it, I’m almost naked and can’t do anything to stop him. My bra is pushed up, and he’s devouring my breasts, causing my body to tremble with pleasure. His mouth is even more talented than I thought it could be; his tongue laps up and down causing me to push up toward him.
I reach for his cock, this train now barreling down the tracks with no end in sight. He grunts when he feels my touch, encouraging me to continue as he sucks harder.
“Fuck!” I shout as his teeth scrape on the end of one nipple. I pull away, a mix of pain and pleasure like I’ve never felt floods through my veins. Westin pushes me against the mattress, lowering the zipper on his pants and filling the room with the sound. I try to catch my breath but find that to be a difficult task, and before I know it, he lowers my panties and the very hot head of his dick lands on my pussy. He kisses me again, and I feel him kick off his shoes and pants. Then in one swift move, my bra is unclasped, and for a second this all feels like a dream. But I’m reminded it isn’t as I lie panting and waiting.
“Don’t move,” he says.
I wouldn’t dare.
But my eyes follow his gorgeous naked body. The familiar tear of the condom packet fills my ears, and I feel like combusting as I watch him roll it down his very, very, large shaft. I press my thighs together in anticipation; he struts casually to me, with his cock bobbing with each step. Leaning down, he kisses me, and I swear I’ve never wanted something more than I do him at this moment.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, pulling away and kneeling between my legs to cup my sex.
No, he’s the perfect one.
Then all of a sudden he slides not one, but two fingers inside me. He grips my pussy and begins to move his fingers in a way I’ve never felt. It’s as if he’s searching for something. Then he seems to find it and knows just what to do.
His touch sends my body out of control, and I thrash crazily against the bed. It doesn’t help relieve the pleasure as Westin just keeps fingering me harder, holding me down with his free hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I scream, fire burning my insides.
“Yes, let go,” he orders me in a deep tone, and I hold his stare for as long as I can before my eyes roll back into my head, and an earth-shattering orgasm takes over. I scream, I pant, I lash, I grip his thigh looking for any relief, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he takes me on a wild ride, and the instant I feel my body coming back down to reality, I’m being stretched by his cock.
“Oh, God,” I cry out and look down to see his shaft struggling to fit inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grumbles, slowly stroking himself into me inch by inch. The veins on his shaft bulge through the condom and he slowly works himself inside me using the wetness from my orgasm.
When he finally pushes through, the sensation is incredible. “I . . . I . . . ” I search for the right words, but the constant torment on my pussy is too much to handle.
He’s thrusting quickly in and out of me, over and over making my body arch upward. He takes his hands and lifts me up holding me as his balls slap my ass.
My cries of desire get louder, that familiar feeling of bliss I just had is knocking on my door again, and before I can control my own body, Westin does it for me, knowing just want I want, what I need. He rips me from the reality of this world to a place so fuckin’ ambitious, I could die. I don’t understand what or how he is doing what he is to me, but I swear to God, I don’t want it to end—ever.
13
Sasha
With my head against Westin’s chest and my body nestled in his arms, a feeling of contentment overwhelms me. Everything about him is perfect, and the sex was the best ever, simply . . . mind-blowing.
His breathing is soft, and his body is warm. I’m not one to typically cuddle, but right now I close my eyes enjoying this. I wouldn’t change it for anything in the whole world.
“Are you asleep?” I ask him and glance up to see him open his eyes.
“No.” I move so my face is over his, and he gives me that smile that turns my stomach upside down.
“What should I say if someone contacts me from The Infidelity Corporation?”
“Are you interested in it at all?” I shake my head, and he says to me, “Just tell them you’re not interested.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, they won’t force you. And hell, I could be wrong about it all, too.”
“I hope you are.”
“Me too,” he tells me and holds me tightly.
“Tell me something about you I don’t know,” I request.
“I’m an only child. You?”
“I have one brother and one sister.”
“Are you guys close?” he asks
“Really close,” I tell him with a huge smile on my face. Reaching down, he runs his knuckles over my bottom lip.
“You know, we’re going to have to actually get some work done,” I tell Westin as he takes his other hand and begins to gently rub my pussy.
“I am working.” He nuzzles his warm face into the crook of my neck, kissing me softly.
“Stop it,” I tell him, and he kisses me, my lips heating at the spot where his touched.
“Fine, you want to get some work done? I’ll just approve all your plans for the building since they all make sense, and we’ll get the building blueprints done by tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I argue, and he stops rubbing me, looking down at me with confusion marring his features.
“Yes, tomorrow. Is that a problem?”
“I’m flying home tomorrow, and we need to get those plans done today.”
“Fuck, really?” he asks, and I laugh at his expression. You’d think I just told him his dog died. “So, no more sex today?”
I shake my head at him and ask, “When do you leave?”
“I don’t know, I’ll have to check.”
I think about flying back without him, and I don’t like the idea one bit. Which seems so crazy considering on the flight here, I hated him. But us not being together the way we have genuinely makes me sad. I can’t deny what he makes me feel.
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p; “So, if I work on these plans now, what are you gonna do for me?” he asks.
“Whatever you want.”
“Anything,” he repeats back like in a trance, looking very excited by my words. “So, you’re telling me that you’ll give me whatever I want?”
“Mmmhh.” I nuzzle closer to him, gently rubbing my fingers up and down his chest.
“What would you want, Sasha, if you could have anything in the world?”
“I don’t know, what about you?”
“It’s easy for me. I’d ask for my parents back.”
I totally get where he is coming from. “I’ll think about it and let you know.”
“Okay, but you still owe me whatever I want.”
“I know,” I answer, and he kisses the side of my mouth. “Shall we get to work?” I ask.
With a smile on his face, he agrees.
“Wow, these are truly impressive,” the man from The Infidelity Corporation tells us, and I realize at this moment that I don’t even know his name. How was that not a red flag to me before? I can’t help but feel sick, worried that he’s the one who wants to proposition me. If that’s how that sort of thing works.
“Thank you,” I tell him sitting next to Westin in the quiet conference room. He and I worked all day on the plans, and I have to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of myself regarding a project.
“I’ll submit these to the board today, and if all goes well, we should be able to break ground in the next week or so.”
“That’d be great. Please let us know when and we’ll fly back in to get started on the project.” Westin reaches over and caresses my thigh. I flinch from his touch as he grips me.
The man looks between the two of us as if he can sense something is going on. Then stands to shake our hands. “Thank you both again, Sasha and Westin.”
He walks out, and Westin whispers in my ear, “Fuck, I’m so horny for you.” I glance down to catch him balling his fists at his sides.
“I bet you wish you could take me right here in this room.” I tease him with a devilish smirk plastered across my face.
“That’s it, that’s what you’re gonna give me,” he announces and walks over to the door, closing it and then clicking the lock. My heart goes into a frenzy, he can’t be serious, can he?
“What if they have cameras?” I whisper.
“They already know everything. This will make it clear that you are mine and anything they are planning will be dead in the water.”
I swear he has to be joking.
Anywhere but here.
But he isn’t joking. He takes my face into the palms of his hands and kisses me, his mouth claiming mine.
Desire tinges deep within me and as wrong as this is, I can’t stop it. With hooded lids, he pauses briefly, and I brace my hands against his chest, trying to create a barrier.
“Westin, we can’t. Not here,” I protest.
“Oh, yes, we fucking can!” And with that, my skirt is being pushed up and around my waist. Then he turns me in his arms and bends me over. I brace my weight onto the cool cheery wood of the conference room table and hear the familiar zip of his pants followed by the foil of the condom wrapper being torn open. I’m so fucking horny at this moment that my mouth is salivating and my pussy is twitching for him.
He tosses the wrapper aside and nestles the head of his shaft at my aching pussy, making all my worries disappear as he begins to pump in and out of me.
Oh, my fucking god!
I arch my body upward as Westin sits all the way inside of me. My pussy is so full it’s unbelievable. Then he grips the tops of my shoulders and begins to fuck me, making me lose all rational thoughts. My mind is replaced with a heaping dose of endorphins, dancing so wildly I can’t see straight. Gasping for air, I do my best to hold back my cries of passion. But fuck, it feels too good. I let out a whine, and he clasps a hand over my mouth, not faltering his movements one bit as he quiets me. His strokes are perfection, barely making a noise in the room.
I become weak in the knees with my orgasm burning inside me, begging that I let it go. But I can’t.
My legs start to slip, and before I can correct them, he lets go of my mouth and lifts me up in one swift movement. My shoes go flying as he places my knees on top of the table. I’m now bent forward squatting for him, my ass and pussy both his to have full control of.
His cock demanding what it wants, pleasing me in a way I’ve quickly learned only Westin can. I bite my arm to stay quiet, still in shock that we are having sex in this conference room.
He steadies himself by firmly holding onto my ass cheeks. The second he begins to move, giving me his long, hard thrusts, I lose control. What he’s giving me is too much to take. My body shakes violently, riding the tide of my orgasm. My mouth is muffled by my forearm. I slowly come back to reality as Westin tenses then slams into me with an intensity that makes me gasp. I glance back over my shoulder to see him looking down at us, his mouth hung open as he lets go, slowly pumping all his cum into me.
14
Westin
I don’t want to leave her, and even though we are just a county apart, I don’t want our time to come to an end. It’s totally not like me, but I don’t give a shit about the past. The way Sasha makes me feel is unreal—amazing.
“What’s the matter?” she asks me as we walk out of the airport together.
“Nothing, I’m good.”
“Okay. Thanks for switching your flight so you could fly back with me.”
“Of course,” I answer because it’s the truth. I wasn’t about to let her fly away without me. Hell, saying goodbye right now is hard enough.
“So, when do I get to see you again?” she asks me.
“Baby, you can come home with me now if you want.”
“Could I now? ”
“You could, in fact, I’m tempted to demand it.”
She smiles only the way that Sasha can, and my phone chooses that moment to ring. Taking it out I see it’s Dex, again. Something must be going on. When I got off the plane, I had three missed calls from him.
“I need to take this,” I tell Sasha as we walk to the parking garage.
“What’s up, pussy?”
“Dude, where the fuck have you been? Your cousin is in labor.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“I swear to God, and I’m freaking the fuck out!”
“Well, don’t do that,” I tease him and chuckle, but he doesn’t seem to think I’m funny.
“Can you get here?”
“Nah, man . . . I’m still in New York,” I lie only to fuck with him because it’s what I do.
“Sonofabitch,” he mumbles.
“You’ll be good. Text me when the little fucker is here.”
“Fuck you!” he says and then hangs up.
“Everything okay?” Sasha asks me. With my hand on her lower back, I don’t think anything could be better.
“My cousin is in labor. So, what do you think about going with me to the hospital?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t want to intrude.”
“Fuck that, it’s the last thing you’ll be doing.”
“What if your cousin feels that way, though? This is her big day.”
“She won’t. Plus, she probably won’t have the baby for hours. I’ll just check in on her, and you can meet both her and Dex.”
“Okay, but after that, I have to get home.”
“Fair enough, I won’t keep you hostage forever.” She smirks at me, and even though I’ve spoken those words, she has no clue what’s really going through my mind. If she wanted to stay with me forever, I’d have it. The line that was so faintly there between us is now one hundred percent gone.
“Hi, we’re here to see Ally and Dex Williams. They should be in labor and delivery,” I tell the woman at the front desk of the hospital.
She types into the computer then responds, “They’re in room three-fourteen. Third floor and to your right.”
“Thank you,” I tell her as she points down the hall to the elevators, but I know where I’m going. I can still remember every step I took the night my parents died, and I had to identify them.
I have a firm hold on Sasha’s hand as we ride up the elevator. I lean over and kiss her on the lips. “Thanks for coming with me.”
“Of course. I can’t lie, though, I’m nervous as hell to meet them.”
“Why?”
“I told you why, plus I know how my family is when it comes to meeting new people, and they can be rough.”
“Ally and Dex are great, you have nothing to worry about.” The doors open to the third floor, and I can’t stop myself from nuzzling Sasha’s neck as we exit. She giggles, and as we approach the nurses station, I try my best to be professional; all the while I’m only thinking about one thing.
“Westin?” The woman behind the desk says, pulling me out of my clouded Sasha daydream.
Shit, it’s . . . What’s her name.
No, really, that’s what I called her after we hooked up once and then she kept calling me for months on end. I even programmed her number into my phone as What’s her name.
“Yup, that’s me. The front desk tell you we were on our way?” I act cool, trying to play off the fact that I’ve fucked this girl. “We’re here to see Ally and Dex Williams.”
What’s her name doesn’t say or do a thing. Instead, she sits back, arms crossed over her chest waiting for me to respond.
Fuck, this looks bad.
“Should we just go back?” I ask the girl, and she says, “Don’t act like you don’t remember me.” Her words make the tension in the air very thick. Sasha looks up at me with a perplexed look on her face, obviously wondering what is going on.
“I should go,” Sasha says out of the blue and tries to pull away from me.
