by Amy Brent
“You’re here,” A voice remarked, coming from behind me, and I turned around to find him with a drink in hand making his way over to me. He was in a shirt and jeans, dressed-down but still distinctly gorgeous. There was scotch in his glass and a smile on his face as he looked me up and down, and my heart flipped in my chest once more. Holy shit. This was happening. And, more importantly, there was no way in hell that I wanted to back out now.
“Do you do this a lot?” I breathed, and he shrugged.
“Will it change your mind if I give you an answer you don’t like?” He pointed out. He was right. I was here now and nothing was going to convince me to back out of this. It was…it was too much, too good, too tempting. I looked at the glass in his hand, but I knew that I was already tipsy enough on desire for him to need anything resembling a drink.
“No,” I conceded, and realized my voice had dropped to some sultry tone that I had never heard out of my mouth before. But then, I didn’t make much of a habit of stuff like this, hooking up with near-strangers who I also happened to be working for. He put his drink down, tracing his fingers briefly around the rim before turning his attention back to me. I shivered. I could already imagine how those fingers would feel against my skin, and he seemed to be playing on that, playing on the way that I was looking at him right now.
“This stays between us,” he took a step towards me, his eyes drifting down to my mouth like they had done back in the office. “Nobody hears anything about this, alright?”
“Works for me,” I agreed at once. “The last thing I need is anyone thinking I’m hooking up with the boss for favours.”
“Agreed,” he reached up, and traced his thumb over my mouth for a split second, so fast that I could almost convince myself it hadn’t quite happened the way I thought it did. I closed my eyes. I felt drunk on him already.
“I don’t normally do stuff like this,” I burbled, knowing it was irrelevant but not able to stop myself. I just needed him to know me, in some way, before this happened. He grinned.
“But you want to do this?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I confessed.
“Tell me,” he ordered, voice firm. I blinked at him.
“Huh?”
“Tell me you want this.”
“I…” I trailed off. I had never much been one to give myself a voice when it came to sex, and I was surprised he was giving me one. “I want this.”
“Certain?” He looked me dead in the eyes, so close that the rich, sweet scent of his aftershave was swirling around me, enclosing me in this bubble that only contained the two of us. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, didn’t want to.
“Deadly,” I replied at last, my voice so low it had almost dropped to a complete whisper. He reached out and trailed his fingers down the side of my waist. And then he leaned in and planted his lips against mine.
As soon as our mouths touched, any last doubts that I might have had about this vanished from my mind. I didn’t care if it was just this once, if he was my boss, if this was a bad idea – for the first time in a long time I wasn’t focused on anything but the moment unfurling in front of me and it felt so damn good to forget for a while. I wrapped my arms around him and he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I found him tasting of scotch and skin and something sharp and startling and new. I couldn’t get enough of it. He pulled me sharply against him, and I found him already growing hard as I pressed my body to his.
I couldn’t get over the fact that this was actually happening. I never did shit like this, but maybe that had been my problem. Maybe, now that the path I had been so sure was going to work for me had failed, I should start from scratch and see what doing something a little different my do for me. Or doing someone a little different.
“God, you feel good,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss up my neck and to my ear. His breath was warm and bright on my skin, pushing me out of reality once and for all. Nothing mattered but this moment, but this feeling, but how good he felt up against me. He ran his hand up my back, tugging my hair back slightly and making me wince with pain and pleasure. He pulled back an inch and looked into my eyes, and a small grin flickered across his face. He liked this. He loved it. It was what he was good at.
He kissed me again, this time backing me towards a counter behind us; he hitched me up on to it and a clatter of glasses startled me slightly; this was the bar, the place he’d gotten his scotch from, I assumed. He parted my legs and stepped between them, hands on the small of my back as he pulled me towards him a little roughly. I hooked my ankles around his back, kissing him back, revelling in this, needing it.
I felt his hand work it’s way up my bare leg – I had gone without hose even despite the cold weather, and it had been the right choice. I was sure of that now I could feel his fingers tracing my bare skin, pushing up the hem of my dress, exposing me as he traced around the outside of my thigh. I was wearing a pair of simple black cotton panties and I suddenly felt a pang of worry, thinking about all the women he’d likely had trussed up in the most perfect lingerie I could imagine. But, as he hooked his fingers around my panties and gripped tightly, those thoughts were pushed from my head. No, he wanted me like this. Maybe he even preferred me this way.
He shifted away from he and yanked my panties down in one swift motion, leaving me bare from the waist down. I squirmed on the countertop as he tossed the panties aside, leaned back, and looked at me – Matt had always been one-and-done, not much waiting to admire me or enjoy me beyond just putting his dick in me and getting it over with. Feeling Nathan’s eyes on me got something deep within me heated, knowing that he wanted me so clearly and without restraint. He slowly let his gaze trace every part of me, from top to bottom, until our eyes finally met once more. His eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, were darker than they had been the first time I’d seen them, somehow. Like he had switched modes.
“You look so good like that,” he murmured, gently pushing my knees apart so he could see me. I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to do, but I needed him to do it right this instant. And, luckily for me, he seemed to figure out precisely what it was that I needed without a second glance.
He knelt down in front of me suddenly, a motion that threw me off my guard. What was he doing? I certainly wasn’t about to start complaining. He planted a kiss on my left knee and looked up at me, and that deviant smile flicked back across his face. My breath caught in my throat – oh, I was pretty sure I knew what he was up to. He brushed his mouth up the inside of my thigh, going slow, and I tipped my head back and let out a moan. I had never been much one for being too vocal in bed – or on bartop, as the case may be – but I knew I might never get a chance to be with him like this again and I wasn’t going to ruin it by getting all up in my own head about it. He slid a hand beneath my ass, tugging me closer to him, and I clung on to the edge of the counter for dear life and focused in on how good his mouth felt against my skin. His breath was warm and soft and steady where mine was ragged and desperate and sharp. He must have known what he was doing to me, have sensed how much I needed him there already.
He slowed his pace, teasing me, and I clenched my jaw and wriggled my hips back and forth on the counter. I wanted t grab his head and grind myself against him, but I figured that in this scenario he knew best – God knows how many hook-ups he’d had like this one, how many women he had left writhing in unfulfilled pleasure. I wasn’t going to argue with him. Right now, he was the one in control, even if he was the one kneeling on the ground before me.
Finally, he was there – well, not quite, but I could feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, my toes curling as he drew in close. One of my shoes slipped to the ground with a clatter but I didn’t care. He brushed his lips across mine, inhaling deeply as though he was trying to commit the scent and the taste of me to memory. I knew how he felt. I felt as though I was trying to take in every detail of this encounter so I could play it back a dozen times over in the future. The soft pat of the light
rain on the enormous windows, the smell of an open bottle of expensive scotch beside me, the feel of his light stubble against the inside of my thighs. All of it. I knew I would forget something, but for now, I just wanted to remember and savour the details.
And then, at last, he pressed his mouth against me. I let out a cry that echoed around the entire apartment; the place was so big that the noise seemed to go on for days, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feel of his tongue against my clit, the deft way he drew me into his mouth and began to draw this light, quick circles against me with his tongue. My other shoe fell to the ground. Fuck.
When Matt had gone down on me it had been more about ticking a box than it had been about making me come. But with Nathan between my legs, things felt…different. Pointedly so. I looked down and watched him, running my fingers through his hair and taking him in as he ate me out with a hunger that I had never experienced before in my life. Like I was that expensive bottle of scotch next to me, rich and sweet and earthy, and that he couldn’t get enough of me no matter how badly he tried. He let out this groan of pleasure, somewhere deep in his chest, as he ate me out, like this was what he’d been thinking about since I’d stepped into his office earlier that day, and I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. And why, exactly, had I had any doubts about this? Now that I was here, with him between my legs and eating me like he was half-starved, I couldn’t think of one good reason. He had driven them all from me.
He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked softly, flicking his tongue lazily up and down over me and sending explosive shivers up and down my spine in kind. He felt incredible. How did he get so good at this? He lifted his gaze to meet mine and there was a flash of something in his eyes, a flash of something that told me everything I needed to know – that he wanted me, that he wanted this, that he would have done it all night if he had to. But I was already feeling the need for something more, something greater, and the feeling was starting to take me over. I tried to focus on the feel of his tongue against my pussy, but I needed more – I needed him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, reaching down and pushing his head away from my pussy for a moment so I could look him in the eyes. He cocked an eyebrow; his mouth was still glistening with my wetness, and he glanced down at my pussy and then back up at me.
“You sure?” He murmured, tracing his fingers down my thighs again. “I could do this a whole lot longer if you wanted me to…”
“Please,” I begged, and then tone of my voice seemed to draw something out in him that hadn’t been there before. “Please, I need to feel you inside me…
I wasn’t sure where this had come from. I had never been good at dirty talk before, but maybe that was just because I had never been around someone who drew it out in me in such an intense way, who filled me with a desire so deep that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. He got to his feet and kissed me again, tongue in my mouth, and I could taste myself on his lips and wondered how in the hell this was actually happening. But before I could think too deeply on that, he had pulled down his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, and sheathed him quickly and deftly. I looked down at his erection – he was bigger than I was used to, thick, and I bit my lip at the thought of actually getting that inside of me.
“I’ve never had anyone that big before,” I blurted out before I could stop myself and I instantly wanted to kick myself for sound so dumb. He didn’t care about that. Here I was, meant to be having this hot hook-up to get Matt out of my system once and for all, announcing to the guy I was with that I was about as sexually inexperienced as it was possible to be after dating for my entire life. He grinned.
“Oh, yeah?” He remarked, seeming amused by my admittance. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you. If you want me to, that is.”
I wrapped my arms around him as he moved closer to me taking his cock into his hand and pressing it against my slit; he spread my lips open with just the head and I felt a twinge of something that could have been nerves or could have been desire deep in my stomach. And then, at last, he entered me.
He pressed his lips to mine as he put himself in me for the first time, soothing the slight shock of him entering me – I had never taken anyone that big before, never felt anything that made me feel that full. My eyes widened as he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt, and then held himself there for a moment to let me get used to it. I breathed deeply, pulling back from him, pressing him forehead to his and then closing my eyes.
“Good?” He asked, and I nodded. And without another moment’s wait, he began to fuck me.
He went slow at first, moving carefully as though he might break me if he wasn’t too careful, but soon enough he began to pick up a pace as I wrapped my legs around him and drew him in close to me. He felt strange at first – I just wasn’t used to him, that was all, and my body was trying to adapt. But soon enough, he started to feel good. More than good. He started to feel incredible. I hooked my ankles behind his back once more to pull him in close and pressed my face to his neck, inhaling his gorgeous scent and trying to remember every second of this as it unfolded.
I had never felt something like it before in my life. Sure, I had been fucked plenty of times, but it had never felt like this for me, had never driven my eyes to the back of my head and left me craving nothing but more, more of the same, more of him, more of this. I had never felt this urge deep in me, the one that had me shifting closer to him with every chance I got to see if there was just another inside of him I could take inside me. He had me a little crazy and he seemed to know it, smiling against me neck as he kissed that sensitive skin around my throat and tipped me towards crazy. He was going hard now and I was lifting my hips in an attempt to meet him, and before I knew it I was close, closer than I ever been before, and all of a sudden-
“Ah!”
I cried out loudly when the orgasm hit me, feeling as though something had knocked me straight off my feet. I was glad I had him to cling to because I feared that if I didn’t I might have fallen from the counter in my shock. The pleasure radiated out across my body, my throat tensing and my body convulsing as it rocked all over me, from top to bottom, pulsating out from my rapidly-clenching pussy and shuddering through my system. All I could to was hang on to him for dear life as I drifted back down to Earth, to find him still moving inside me, a little faster now, as though he himself was getting close. I pulled back and looked at him, still a little slack-jawed, and he leaned forward and kissed me and I felt him finish inside of me as soon as our lips touched, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. He held himself there for a moment before slowly sliding out of me, a grin spreading across his face as he took in my expression.
“Good?” He asked, and all I could do was nod. I slumped back on the bar, a few of the drinks around me clattering, but I couldn’t care less. That had been incredible Beyond incredible. It had been enough to scrub the last memory of Matt from my mind, to remind me just how much the single life could offer to me if I wanted to take up on it. Nathan eyed me, disposed of the condom and readjusted his pants, and went to get himself a drink.
“You want one?” He asked, and I shook my head. It was tempting, but I had work early the next day and had a feeling that he would keep me up the whole rest of the night if he got a chance.
“I should be getting back to my place,” I remarked, looking for my panties and pulling them back on. I could still feel his eyes on me and I couldn’t help but grin to myself. I loved how brazen he was about desiring me. “But thanks, Nathan.”
“Nate,” he corrected me. “You really can’t stay?”
“I really can’t stay,” I assured him, even though I was wavering on that right now. Part of me did want to say and hang out for a little longer, to take in this amazing apartment in all it’s glory, but I knew I had to get back to my place. I had to go home. The last thing I needed was to start getting feelings for this dude, and I knew that it was going to happen if I let it.
“This is just between us
, right?” He remarked again, taking a sip of his drink and watching me as I gathered myself. I nodded.
“Just a one-time, just-between-us thing,” I promised him. And it was really as much a promise to myself – that this wasn’t going to any further than it had, that I wasn’t going to let myself get drawn in to him the way I wanted to. He was my boss and besides, I’d be out of that office and done with college for good in a few weeks time. I might not even be in this city much longer. This was just a little fun, something to prove to myself that I wasn’t as uptight as I always acted. He was still watching me, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as though he didn’t want me to go.
“I’ll see you,” he nodded, getting the door, pulling up the elevator for me so I could head back down to the lobby and leave. I looked up at him, at this ridiculously gorgeous man, the one who had just made me come so hard I was pretty sure that I would never fully return to this planet. And I felt this tug, this tug deep in my stomach that told me to stay and give things a chance and see where it went. But I knew I needed to get out of here. The elevator pinged, and I stepped in, smiling to myself as soon as the doors had slid shut behind me. I had done it. First box in the single life ticked off – a crazy-hot hook-up to remind myself that I still had my moxy.
Chapter Three
As I sat in the office the day after my hook-up with Nate, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. And that was a problem.
