Taking Care of Business

by Lauren Dane

  'Now . . .' The one-syllable word broke in half as he put his mouth back to her clit.

  He fucked her smoothly with his fingers as his tongue kept up a steady, circling stroke on her swollen clit. They were going to break the table, and she didn't care. There was no stopping any of this now. She couldn't have stopped it if she tried. Her body rode wave after wave of exquisite pleasure, not sharp or jagged, not rough and tumble, but smooth and sweet and oh so fucking delicious.

  Leah had never been a screamer. Coming took too much of her breath to waste it on a shout. She did, however, say his name again in a random, rambling stream of praise. The buzz and hum in her mind eased. She blinked as she came down. The muscles in her belly and thighs leaped as her clit twitched in the aftermath of her orgasm, and she murmured a soft command for him to ease off.

  He did, then sat back to rest his ass on his heels. His knees must have been killing him, she thought, when she could think. Leah licked her lips, aware of how suddenly dry her throat had become and how her ass had gone mostly numb except for the stinging line of fire from where the table edge had dug into her flesh.

  She eased herself to standing. Her skirt fell down to just above her knees again. She reached for the glass of iced water she'd poured earlier and drank it back, before replacing the glass on the dresser with slightly shaking hands.

  When she turned back to him, she'd managed to get herself under some semblance of control. She thought he'd have gotten to his feet already, if he wasn't reaching for her arm to spin her around to try to kiss her, but Brandon still sat back on his heels. Watching her.

  When she turned he got up, moving slowly and a little stiffly, maybe, but she thought that was from the tent pole in his pants and not necessarily from pain. Now he would try to kiss her, she thought, and tensed, waiting for it. Brandon didn't try to kiss her.

  He had come up her to fuck her. She knew, too, that he'd liked what she had him do. That his dick was hard and that probably he expected her to suck him in return for the favour he'd granted between her thighs, if he didn't expect her to let him put his cock where his fingers and tongue had been just moments before.

  He was so big, too, she thought with another delicious shiver. Big, strong hands. Long legs. He'd have a cock to match and, if he fucked the way he'd gone down on her, she was in for a treat.

  Leah turned. 'You're very good at that.'

  He laughed again and, even though he'd made her come hard enough to see stars just a few minutes ago, her body responded.

  'Thanks.'

  He took a step towards her. She took a step back. When he gave her a curious look, she shook her head a tiny bit. She looked pointedly at the front of his black dress trousers, where there was no mistaking the bulge, then into his eyes.

  'Do you still want to fuck me?'

  'Yes.' His laugh was hoarser this time, but he didn't move towards her.

  'Do you think making me come deserves a reward?' The question slipped from her mouth in a tone cooler than she'd intended.

  She'd caught him off guard. 'No, I —'

  'You have a lovely mouth, Brandon, and you use it exceptionally well.' She crossed her arms and tilted her head, then walked slowly around him while he stood still.

  The hum was back, dimmed a bit by being sated with orgasm but still tantalising. Leah came back around to the front of him, close enough for him to reach out and grab her if he wanted. Or dared.

  He didn't.

  She looked him over. His hair, mussed from her grip, begged to be smoothed. She didn't touch him. 'I am not in the habit of fucking people I work with,' she said at last, matter-of-factly. 'I'm sure you can imagine how that would complicate my job.'

  'Yeah.' He cleared his throat. 'Believe me, it's not something I do all the time, either.'

  'I believe you.' She did, though he could have been lying. With looks like that he could be screwing his way through every housekeeper and waitress and desk clerk in this place.

  'Leah . . .' Brandon's voice dipped low for a moment. 'Did I do something wrong?'

  'No, baby, you did everything just right.' The endearment slipped out before she could stop it.

  He looked startled, then pleased; then a shadow of confusion passed over those perfect features. 'I thought you wanted —'

  She stepped into his arms, their bodies pressed together, and he shut up immediately. His erection pressed her belly and Leah slid her hands around to hold on to Brandon's very tight, very fine ass. She pulled him a little closer and was glad she'd kept her heels on so she didn't have to tilt her head back quite so far to look at him.

  'You pleased me. Today,' she said softly, 'and just now.'

  He put his arms around her. 'Good.'

  When he bent to kiss her, though, she turned her face so his lips ended up on her cheek instead of her mouth. Already she was getting wetter, thinking of what she would say. What he would do. He was so much bigger . . . she already knew he was acquiescent . . . but how far could she push him before he pushed back?

  'No?' He murmured into her ear.

  'No,' she said.

  If he was angry, he didn't show it. They stayed just that way, bodies aligned and his mouth close to her ear. She put her hand on his chest. Even through his shirt she could feel the heavy thump of his heart, beating too fast. She put her mouth to that spot, her breath heating the fabric.

  He drew in a ragged breath. Through his pants, she felt his cock leap. She slid her other hand to cup him, stroked him through the cloth until he groaned into her ear. He was so big and yet such a small thing could bring him low. This was power, beneath her hand. The power to bend a man to her desire.

  The static of her arousal flared in her head and for a moment all she could do was rub his cock and press her face to his shirt. When he slid a hand beneath her skirt to find her bare skin, she moved away. She left him blinking, reaching for her. His face had flushed and sweat had dampened the hair along his brow.

  She didn't want to fuck him. Not so soon. Not because she thought it wouldn't be good, or that she had some misguided notion that it would be a mistake, but for the simple, plain reason that letting him fuck her would give him some measure of control, and she wasn't giving any up. Not now. Maybe not ever again.

  And wouldn't that make her just like Mike had been? Always taking, never giving? The thought shocked heat into her face and she turned away, unable to meet Brandon's eyes.

  Was she as bad as Mike?

  13

  When Dix knocked on her door, Kate opened it quickly, looking soft and feminine. Her hair was down instead of the sleek bun she'd confined it in earlier.

  'Hi, come in.' She stepped aside and he went into the room.

  He dropped the stuff he had in his hands and pulled her into his arms. 'Hi. You look pretty.' Leaning down, he dipped his mouth to hers, brushing it across her lips, capturing her sigh.

  His fingers sifted through her hair and he gripped it, wrapping it around his fist to angle her the way he wanted. A needy sound escaped her throat and his cock clenched in response.

  She opened to him, the warmth of her mouth inviting him inside. Their tongues slid against each other as her taste seemed to drag him into a spell.

  Her fingers kneaded his biceps as she swayed slightly, as if dancing to music they made with their contact.

  'Now, that's a much better hello,' he murmured as he broke the kiss. 'I brought some files in case anyone saw me. I also brought some fruit and cheese to go with the bottle of white wine.'

  'Before we get started, I have something to tell you.'

  His heart stuttered a moment. Would she tell him she was seeing someone else? Was she breaking things off?

  He led her to the couch and sat her down with him. 'Go on.'

  'I accepted a job in Philadelphia and I bought a condo.' Her words were quick, so quick he didn't understand them at first. Then he understood and the tightness in his chest loosened.

  'Wow. Well, good. Congratulations, Kate. That's great ne
ws.' He kissed her and pushed her to the sofa with his body, loving the way she felt beneath him. 'Now I won't have to wait months and months to see you. When are you moving?'

  'Let's go into the bedroom, this is a sleeper sofa and the bar is in the middle of my back.'

  He laughed and helped her up. 'Fine, but get naked.'

  She looked at him over her shoulder as she left the room, took off her T-shirt and tossed it at him. Mmm, braless. Her breasts swayed as she moved to the bed. He grabbed the soft-sided cooler with the cheese and fruit and put it on the table nearby.

  Never taking her eyes from his, she shucked her pants, the tiny panties followed and she soon stood there totally naked.

  'I'm the only naked one. Why is that?'

  'I have to open the wine. Lie back so I can look at you. I just want to eat you up, you're so fucking beautiful.'

  She settled on the bed, leaving her thighs open enough for him to catch the glisten of her pussy.

  He poured her a glass of wine and laid out the food. 'I think you should undress me.'

  She got to her knees. 'Oh good. I like this part.'

  He was so masculine and sexy as she pushed the shirt up and over his head to expose the hard hot skin of his upper body. She drew her palms over his belly, through the hair on his chest. Unable to resist, she flicked her tongue over his left nipple, delighting in the way he groaned. In so many ways she felt she knew him from all their conversations but they hadn't spent more than a week together face to face. So much of his physical body was still something to learn.

  His hands slid down her back, down the curve of her spine, as she snuggled up to him and nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent. While she nibbled his ear lobe, she lazily undid his jeans and shoved them down.

  And then she slowly kissed down his chest. Over his pecs, down the hard stomach, pausing to scrape her teeth over his belly button until she got off the bed to kneel at his feet, eye to, er, eye with the part she wanted most.

  So soft and yet hard. She breathed in the musk of his sex, the heady mix of pheromones that marked him in her senses. His skin was hot as she rubbed her cheek across the line of his cock, dipping down to his balls.

  Her heart, which had been pounding as each new inch of him was revealed while she undressed him, slowed as the narcotic effect of his body came into play.

  'Suck me, Kate,' he said quietly.

  Grabbing the root of him, just at the manicured patch of dark-brown hair, she angled his cock and took him into her mouth with a moan of delight. His cock came alive under her tongue as she tasted, teased, licked, laved and flicked him from root to crown. His balls lay heavy in her palm, drawing closer to his body when she gently scored them with her nails.

  So much power there, with a cock in her mouth. A cock in your mouth can't lie. It's not about anything other than wanting, and he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  Incrementally, she relaxed enough to take him deeper and deeper each time she moved. His hands on her shoulders urged her but didn't press or force. Instead he locked his knees and let her set her dreamy pace of in and out. He hardened, the texture of his cock changing the closer he came to climax. It occurred to her in the back of her mind that she actually knew him well enough to tell that. It wasn't something she could say about many men.

  'Wait, fuck, I'm going to come,' he gasped, but she continued to work his cock, wanting to bring his release, wanting that intimacy between them, craving the power of drawing him to climax.

  He growled incoherently and flexed his hips forwards, his fingers digging into the muscles of her shoulders when he came, flooding her with his essence and his taste, sharp and unmistakably his, filled her.

  'Mmm.' She kissed the head of his cock and looked up at him. His green eyes lazily took her in and the pirate smile was back.

  'I see your game, darling Kate. I like it.' He pulled her up to him, into his arms, bringing them skin to skin from head to toe as he kissed her greedily.

  She laughed as he tossed her on the bed and followed. 'I'm shaking with anticip-p-pation.'

  His eyes widened a moment before he laughed. 'Now lookie here, a Rocky Horror fan. I think a midnight show is in our future. I can definitely see you dressed up in a short black French maid costume. Yes. For now, drink your wine, you'll need the fortification.'

  They drank the wine and ate in companionable silence. As relieved as she felt at finally telling him she'd moved and at his response of being glad he'd see her more, she couldn't help feeling the stuff that hadn't been said.

  It was . . . odd. She wasn't the type to tiptoe around things, which she supposed is what lay at the root of her discomfort. Despite her hesitation at pursuing more than the occasional afternoon in bed with him, she did want more. It was that she didn't know if she wanted all that came with more. Or even if he wanted more. A muddle. God, suddenly her life was a muddle! Wishy-washy even. Still, naked, slightly drunk, with a hot naked man next to her in bed wasn't the time or place to have the doyou-like-me-or-not-like-me discussion.

  Next to her, he sighed, a purely male sound of satisfaction and sex. It sent her skin into gooseflesh and her body reacted, tightening, hardening, heating.

  'Now that I've had some wine and some food, I need something sweet.' Rolling, he got to his hands and knees, then pushed everything but her off the bed.

  Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she watched, waiting to see what he had in store for her next. Not one to disappoint, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him, kneeling between her legs.

  His palms, slightly callused and large, caressed her from toe to neck, over and over, until she was totally and completely relaxed. Through her half-lowered lashes, she took in the way he dipped his head to drop kisses over her shoulders and chest. She arched her neck to allow him access and hummed her pleasure as he dragged his teeth over the sensitive spot just below her ear.

  The heated wet of his mouth trailed downwards. First to one nipple and then the other. Each cooling as he abandoned it to nip and lave the other one. Her legs moved restlessly on the bed, her thighs seeking to close to squeeze, easing the pressure in her pussy, but his body held her spread.

  Finally, he moved down again, kissing her belly, over her mound and then tonguing the crease between thigh and body.

  A sound of impatience gusted from her and he chuckled darkly. 'Kate. Sweet Kate, be patient. This pussy is all mine and I plan to taste you on my schedule. You can't deny me for a month and expect me to rush through a blow job like some teenaged boy.'

  She watched in stunned awe as he took a long lick, his eyes still locked with hers. Settling on his belly, he cupped her ass, served himself of her body and got down to the business of eating her pussy like a starving man.

  Her hands found his head, the cool silk of his hair sliding through her fingers. Her eyes fell shut as her head dropped back to the pillows and she let go and gave in to everything he gave her.

  So wet. Her pussy was so wet and he made it that way. It wasn't that he'd ever not liked giving a woman head but this woman's cunt drove him insane. Her taste, the way her clit hardened, begging him for more, each dip and fold of her made him crave her even more.

  He wanted to wallow in her for days. The news that she'd be moving just two hours away took him by surprise, but a pleasant one. He liked the idea of having her in his life regularly. He'd dwell on that later.

  Her thighs trembled on his shoulders, the flesh of her ass fitted in his hands perfectly as he moved his mouth from side to side through slick folds.

  'Please,' she sighed.

  'Such pretty manners,' he said, his lips against her cit. Her body vibrated with the words as he'd intended. Sucking her clit between his lips, he plunged two fingers into her body. Her back bowed and she cried out. Not. Quite. There. Yet.

  Twisting his wrist, he hooked his fingers and found her sweet spot. Her body tensed as he began to stroke it in time with the gentle sucking of her cit. Her honey rained hot on his palm, her scent floo
ded his system, blinding him to anything else but her.

  There.

  The fingers gently sifting through his hair tightened as she gasped a breath and came so prettily. On and on she went as he continued, his mouth on her, her body clutching the fingers buried in her.

  Finally, the tension fell from her and she relaxed on to the mattress, boneless.

  'You're so fucking gorgeous when you come, Kate.' He kissed his way back up her body, then leaned over her to fish in his pants for a condom.

  'You're pretty hot when you're eating my pussy,' she mumbled from beneath him.

  He hadn't laughed in bed, not like he did with her, in a very long time. Since the early years with Eve and it had always been one-sided with her anyway.