by M. C. Cerny
4
James
Casey shudders under my touch and the knowledge that I did this to her charges through me. I bet if her skin was exposed, instead of in this unflattering dress, I could see the goose bumps peppering her pearly skin. Her breath is light and tastes sweet. When she’s on air, she likes to suck on these strawberry candies. It’s the only thing she’ll have while she’s working. I have my PA order them in bulk and put them in a little crystal dish on her desk. She’s barely made a dent in the stash I keep for her, but I want to make sure she never has a reason to leave my employ. Hell, I’d give her a raise if I didn’t think it would draw the board’s undue attention.
Casey clears her throat and draws my focus back to her. “Are we staying in the car all night, James?” Her lips move against mine and I don’t want to pull back, but the car is less than ideal for making out and can get cramped if we try anything else. I’m a little old to be sneaking around in a luxury car when I have a perfectly fine penthouse for these kinds of situations of the romantic nature.
“Let me walk you up.” This is usually where Casey puts all her defenses back up, like a Jedi force field, and mind fucks me from a distance. I let her go and feel the remote coolness once we distance ourselves. Like a good girl, she waits for me to open her door. The one time she got out of the car and didn’t wait for me to open the door like a proper gentleman, I walked her to her door and pushed her inside to put her over my knee. Three hard spanks to the soft skin had her squealing in shock, but she never again disobeyed my desire to open doors for her. I told her what would happen if she tried to do that again. I can handle her rejecting me, but I won’t tolerate her having me treat her as less than a lady.
I take her hand and help Casey out of my car, letting her lead the way into her building. Two steps behind, I stay close, watching for the creepy neighbor or anyone else who might cross our path. Her hips sway with the cadence of her steps and the heels of her black boots that come up over her delicious knees, which I’d like to put around my shoulders. Just a small area of skin is visible and coated in thick black tights, but it’s those glimpses of skin I crave. Casey refuses to show me anything else, no matter the season. She’s always wearing some long dress, this one is the shortest I can recall, and heeled shoes with stockings of varied colors. Neon pink, turquoise, holiday red, stark black or some lacey pattern… I could go on, but what I desire most is to see what’s underneath the silky stretch of material when I slide my hand up and under her dress, pulling down panties and whatever other secrets she’s got hiding up there.
“James, you’re staring.” Casey has stopped in front of her door, her back to me, pausing to use her key to open it.
Scoffing, I reply, “How do you know? You’re not even looking at me.”
“I always feel you looking, watching, and waiting, James. It’s not going to happen.” She practically snorts her reply and a primal growl grows within me.
Reject me tonight, will you? We’ll see about that. “You mean tonight?” I challenge, implying that she’s still not ready to give into me and I kind of don’t care.
“I mean at all.” Her voice wavers, which leads me to believe I’m breaking her down. She thinks I just want a quick fuck but, in reality, I’m far too intrigued for that. I want a slow taking, getting to know every inch of her curves, licking each one to see if the rest of her tastes like candied strawberries and not just her smart mouth.
“I don’t think you’ve given this nearly enough consideration.” I crowd her, placing my palm on the door jam and leaning in, not giving her room to back away and preventing her from opening the door and escaping. There’s heat between us, like a fire waiting to be fanned to life.
“On the contrary. I have.” Shocking me, she pushes her cute derriere into my groin as she leans in to open the door.
Brat. Cock tease. Blood rushes south and my dick strains uncomfortably against my jeans. Her ass fits perfectly to me, but that’s not where I want to pound into her the first time. She doesn’t look at me and my smile grows bigger as I trail my hand down to the base of her spine, my fingers pressing against the gentle ridges of each vertebra. The thick fabric of her dress is no match for the touch of my hand.
“James…” My short nails scrape against fabric teasing right back.
The breathy whisper is all I need. I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “Maybe a refresher of what you could be missing is in order.” Hooking my arm around her middle, I drag her inside, locking the door, slipping on the chain. She wiggles in my grasp and I squeeze my arm, making her stop her protests. Now that the door is secure, I let my free hand cup her breast.
“James…”
“Keep saying my name, Casey. I don’t want you to forget who made you so wet because you are, aren’t you? You’re soaking wet, just for me.” Her whimper shoots an arc of electricity through me, definitely fanning the fire.
5
Casey
“Dammit, James. Why me?” The words tumble out like a confession I can’t keep contained. Why don’t I stop him? He’s got his arm around my waist like a fucking caveman, snaking his free hand over my breast, rubbing it through my dress. Boldly, he moves his arm up to my neck to hold my head up. Something about not being able to move from this man after running from him for so long finally feels right.
“Why not you? Casey…,” James groans, pulling me tighter to his chest, forcing me to turn and lean into him. I’m craving more of his touch, but his arms remain still, his hands just holding me.
Why has he chosen me? I know it’s the million dollar question everyone will be asking me, but I don’t have an answer. If not James, then who? Besides my creepy neighbor, who only wanted a free titty show and a motor boat, I’ve been single and alone. I know about the neighbor’s desire for a topless show because the creep propositioned me shortly after I moved in. For all of my life, I’ve been the girl guys want to “play” with, but not keep. James has never been anything but steady through my hesitation.
He presses his lips to my neck and I let my eyes flutter shut. Across the room is a mirror and I can see our reflection in it. I lean my head into his kiss, lips sucking my neck firmly with pressure before letting go. “James…” Forming a sentence is beyond my abilities and he smiles, watching me in the mirror.
James is busy trying to pull up my dress past my knees and thighs, walking me through my apartment. “Tsk, tsk, Casey. We’ll come back to the mirror another time.” I almost hate that he is able to know what I’m thinking.
He drags me over to my sofa. Will he take me over the edge, or make me service him instead? I wouldn’t mind either one. James’ cock rubs up against me, and my tongue traces over my lips in anticipation. I’d love to feel him filling my mouth and thrusting past my lips to hit the back of my throat as I suck on him and let my teeth graze the ridges of his dick. I imagine him running his fingers through my hair and gently pulling a fistful of it when I do something that makes him even harder than he is now. I think part of my rejection of James stems from the anticipation of it all finally ending. What would we do if we weren’t fighting this attraction to each other? It would be like an addict coming down from the perfect high. If I gave into him, how would I get that feeling back? It is more than him just being my boss. Women fucked their superiors all the time. That wasn’t the issue for me as much as it being the last vestige I could claim to keep me in check from unleashing my equal desire for him. It’s the things I should do, the wicked things my evil twin within me would love to do.
“Too much thinking in that pretty head up there. Tell me where you want it, beautiful.” His hips grind against me and my mouth opens, parched and unsure of what to say.
“What?” The word tumbles forth. I’m not sure what he means.
“Wall, couch, floor, counter, bed… Work with me, woman.” Oh–he means sexually.
Why am I feeling so disconnected? James isn’t letting me go and a rush overwhelms me. As he continues to rub his thick ridge fr
om behind me, I feel my blood heat and my body flush with a fine sheen of sweat under my disheveled clothing.
“Oh god, James.” I’ve already dropped my purse and phone to the floor, kicking them out of the way. A tiny part of me hopes the phone screen isn’t cracked, but if it is, it will be worth it. I reach my hands up to wrap them around the hand resting solidly against my neck, tugging at his iron grip.
“If you tell me no, I’m just going to spank you until we exhaust ourselves. You need to say what you mean.” His thumb reaches my lips and traces the outline before pushing between them. I reach out with my tongue to lick around it, wondering where else he might stick his finger if I let him have his way. The place I crave him to touch the most clenches, a shudder running down my legs in anticipation. “Tell me you don’t feel it, Casey, and I might just walk away.” I moan. I won’t be able to let him go to save my life. “Casey, do you want me to leave?”
No. Let me burst into a million flames. His finger plays with my lips again and the heat in my body pools in the apex of my core.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
Breathless, I know I’ll never be able to take back the words once I say them. I have to clear my throat before my voice will be audible. “Are you going to be tender, or just get right to pounding the shit out of me?”
6
James
She has no idea how badly I want her pink pussy. Playing with her lips is just the beginning, a treat. Pound the shit out of her? Why, I damn well might do that now that she’s said it. Maybe after we’ve drained each other beyond recognition, I can love her slowly, like the slow flickers of a candle, instead of the inferno I want to devour her with. I reach my arm down between her legs and feel a hot heat between them, cupping her gently.
“Mmm.” The smallest whimper escapes her lips. I look over her shoulder to watch her little pink tongue slip between her teeth and lick her lips. I can only imagine how wet her lips below will be once I get her naked and writhing.
“Do it again, Casey.” She licks her perfect lips once more. “Are you just as wet everywhere else for me?” She makes sexy little sounds in the back of her throat that kill me. I bet if I had her in front of the mirror, her eyes would be slightly unfocused and hazy with need. “Bedroom?”
“Through there.” She nods to the hallway in front of her and I push her gently ahead of me. Her heeled boots click on the flooring. There’s no stopping now. I wouldn’t keep pushing if I thought she doesn’t want this as much as I do. If she said no and didn’t bat those ridiculously long eyelashes at me, followed by licking her lips, I’d consider walking away.
But she’s never once actually verbalized no and her body hasn’t once retreated from my touch.
We step inside her bedroom, a place I’ve never been in all the times I’ve driven her home. The one and only time I spanked her for her rude and unacceptable behavior occurred on her plush couch, a decorative pillow placed over my cock as I slid her body over mine to assume the position. Afterwards, I promptly left to prevent myself from taking it further.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Get on the bed.”
“Which way?” She stops moving forward, causing me to collide with her, and her pert ass meets my straining cock. Bad girl. She doesn’t strike me as the type to tease, but perhaps she’s testing the limits.
I spank her firm ass once, earning a yelp. “On your knees until I tell you otherwise.” My hand squeezes her hip and, still fully clothed, she crawls up the mattress and sheets. I lean over and swipe the pillows to the floor.
“What are you going to do, James?”
“The very thing you’ve been wanting since the day you told me doing traffic wasn’t your thing.”
I still remember her walking into my office that day, breathless and angry. The regular DJ was out sick, and the interns had purposefully screwed up her notes. Her cheeks were stained pink that morning with embarrassment. Unbeknownst to her, I spent two years fighting my board to get her sexy ass on the radio. She was good at it, deserved it and I was tired of hearing them say she didn’t have the right look for radio. They wanted some fabricated model package for the radio brand and I saw her spunky attitude and smooth tone as my brand. I had to be careful they didn’t think she had banged her way into the promotion, Casey deserved respect. It was my fucking company and my brand she represented, and if I wanted her there she was going to be there.
I reach up under the back of her dress, my hand caressing the curve of her round ass and thick thighs I imagine wrapped around me before the night is over. I find the band pulled high on her waist and slowly pull the stockings from her legs. The boots keep them there, almost binding her legs, but I refuse to have her take them off. I love those boots. Who wouldn’t want his dream girl in a pair of black “fuck me” boots?
“Just what is my thing, James?”
I palm her bare pussy between lycra and smooth skin. She’s drenched. No panties? What the hell have I been missing all this time? Pulling back, I use my finger to rip a hole in the center of the stockings and then pull, tearing them down the middle and causing her to make more delicious sounds. I use both hands and yank them clear in half.
“This.” I use my thumb and run it down her backside, bypassing one entrance for a much wetter one. Parting her lips, I press in slowly and use my finger to rub her clit. A moan from deep within escapes from between her pretty lips and, for a moment, I wish she was facing me so I could watch her eyes slowly close in pleasure, her mouth rounding with baited breaths.
“James…”
7
Casey
James has me captivated and caught. A thick finger pushes inside as I kneel on my bed. A ceiling fan whirls gently and the air tickles my sensitive and hot skin. My stockings are ripped, keeping me tangled with my boots on. James has his other hand squeezing my hip as he rocks a second finger between my legs.
“Oh…” He curls his fingers and twists them just so, forcing me to push my legs wider. He retreats and thrusts slowly again. My mind feels exposed and blank. I will do anything this man instructs me to do to keep this pleasure.
“You have no idea how many ways I imagined taking you…” He pulls out slowly, as if to kill me from the tremors my body makes, then pushes forward, keeping me still by holding my hip. “But the first… The first was such a delight. I’ve replayed it in my head hundreds of times.” He removes his fingers and I cry from the emptiness in my soul.
“J-James…” His name is the only word that comes from my lips and it feels so right. He tugs my legs with a jerk, pulling me down the bed. His name rushes from me again in a yelp. “James?”
“I’ve changed my mind.” Confusion pits in my stomach like a cramp when I feel him take my right leg, easily flipping me over. He crawls over the bed, still clothed, and anchors his legs over me. “So pretty, so mine.” His fingers dance up my torso, between the valley of my breasts, past my collarbone and neck and over my cheek. A single finger pulls down my lip and I let my tongue touch the tip. He pushes forward, letting me taste myself on his finger… salty, musky. Dragging his soaked finger free from my mouth, he uses his hands to pull up my dress. “I want all of you my sweet, succulent little strawberry.” A trembling racks my body and off comes my dress, landing in a heap on the floor across my bedroom. “That’s so much better…,” Murmuring, he crawls back down my body to the edge of my bed. I lean up on my elbows to follow him and a hand lands on my belly, holding me still. “No. Stay.” Two commanding words that make me flush all over.
James grabs my legs, the stylish little chains on my boots dangling from the ankles as he places my legs over his shoulders. I swallow in anticipation. Sure, I’ve played before, but never have I let a man do this to me and make me feel so completely exposed. His hot tongue gently touches my inner thigh, teasing me. A soft kiss before inching forward, eliciting another moan from me. A finger probes between my legs, separating wet flesh, his tongue tracing my clit in a slow circle.
“Pl
ease, James. More.” It’s too much, reducing me to a begging, quivering fool robbed of speech.
“Shhh…” The sound vibrates against my sensitive flesh. Another lick, another circle of my clit, and I’m more than just wet. I want to grab his head and pull him up my body to slide his dick deep inside me, but I know that won’t happen unless James decides to do it. Instead, I grab the headboard of my bed and arch my back just a little, hoping he’ll hit the spot to send me careening off into oblivion.
“I want to feel your legs shake as I kiss your pussy, Casey. I want you to clench my tongue like you will my cock when I give it to you. I want to know you’re ready for me.” James starts to do just that, kissing around my clit, sticking his tongue deep inside my pussy. He begins to hum and the vibration starts to spread higher, hitting my spine. My legs start to squeeze around his head and I run a hand through his short hair, letting him know how much I like what he’s doing. As if he couldn’t have figured that out already. As soon as I touch him, he tongues me more aggressively, nipping my clit just enough to sting. My back arches and I grind into him. When I feel that my orgasm is imminent, I grab his head with both hands. He pulls back before I fall over the edge.
“No. Dammit, James.” I’m frustrated as hell. He had me there and he stopped… again.
“You’re not playing by the rules, Casey.” He wipes his hand across his mouth, wiping my juices from his chin.
“What fucking rules, James?” He cocks his head, smiling. I’ll curse him until I’m blue in the face if he keeps this up. Denial makes me cranky.
“Such a mouth on you, sweet girl.” Shaking his head, he smiles. I know he’s going to draw this out until I am nothing but a limp version of myself. I bite my tongue and he stands at the edge of my bed.
