What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 4)

by Selena Kitt

  “You know, we don’t take kindly to employees dating each other. It distracts from work.”

  “Oh? But it’s acceptable for you to fuck half the office?” I hiss back at him.

  If looks could kill…

  Dick pauses and decides to try another strategy.

  “We could’ve had something good, you and I. But to then turn up with John as your date, just to spite me…”

  “You honestly think this is about you?!” I’m shocked and angry, who the hell does he think he is!

  “Look, let me make something very clear for you. I’m not interested in you and never have been. And if you don’t leave me be, I promise you I will cause serious trouble for you with upper management.” I sneer at him. “I can be very convincing, believe me.”

  Dick backs away, I’m not sure whether it was my words, or the fact that John is now right behind me, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder.

  “What did he want?” He sounds tense.

  “The usual, I think he’ll give up now though.” I reach for his hand on my shoulder as we start walking. Our table and 4 pairs of suspicious eyes await us.

  I should expect this dinner to be awkward. But silences have never bothered me much. Before we even reached the table, Amanda had already taken a seat together with 3 more of the gang of clones who were apparently date-less. Of course their chatter stopped long before we got into earshot but I can imagine what and who they were discussing.

  Well into the main course of tender, slow cooked venison with a rich red wine reduction, I am quite happy to ignore everyone and everything around me. Except John of course. We steal glances at each other constantly, my foot brushing against his leg underneath the table as if unintentional. And every time, I enjoy watching him stir while my heart skips a beat or two as well.

  My hunger for food is nearly satiated but I am still left wanting after our little encounter earlier. My impatience is growing to a point where it’s becoming hard to ignore.

  The waiters turn up to take the empty plates from all tables at once, it almost looks like a well choreographed dance. No sooner have they disappeared, more of them return with dessert. Dainty little circles of what looks like chocolate cheese cake, but with a hint of Christmas spice in them. They’re amazing but do little to distract me from the other type of dessert I crave.

  Letting the heady aroma of the spices and rich chocolate wash over my palate with every bite, I am wondering how John might pleasure me when we get home, what other exciting things can he do with those lips which at least while kissing are so sure of themselves. The short speech of the CEO hardly registers beyond a repeat of my earlier thought; why do they even bother.

  Our table is cleared one final time, and everyone around us seems to be stirring. Eager to get up, freshen up perhaps, before mingling or heading towards the dance floor which has been set up behind the tables.

  I have other ideas though.

  “Do you think we’ll be awfully missed if we leave now?” I whisper in John’s ear, “I’d prefer to have you all to myself for the rest of the night.”

  He gives me a crooked smile. Less nervous than before, I hope.

  “I suppose that would be OK.”

  VI.

  We get up and make our way to the exit to get our coats back from reception. There’s a taxi waiting outside already.

  “Your place or mine?” I ask while finally succumbing to temptation and nibbling on John’s neck. His gives the cabbie my address and puts his arm around me. I rest my head on his shoulder for the rest of the journey, blissfully still with my eyes only half open, taking in the bouquet of scents emanating from him. The same sweet heady scent of his skin and a hint of wool from his coat.

  I wonder how far he’ll go, if I get to take that suit off him tonight. Will I get to explore more of his silky skin. Perhaps I should ask him if he wants to keep certain boundaries in place.

  But this cab isn’t the place to discuss such things.

  We pull up outside my building and he gets out of the car after paying the fare, holds the door open for me and offers me his hand. He’s so proper.

  As I get out, I rush to the door, practically dragging him behind me. While we stumble through the open door into my flat, I turn around to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

  “So, I have been wondering if you still want to take things slow…” I blurt out.

  He pauses and takes a long hard look down at me. I imagine the view down my dress is quite mesmerising from his angle.

  “I…” he takes a deep breath, “you completely overwhelm me. I don’t know if I can keep you happy.”

  “You can, you do!” I respond.

  “Well maybe you were expecting something different. Someone with more experience, who would know what to do.”

  “What I’m expecting is to be with you, get to know you. And I’m not opposed to saying what I want.” I remind him.

  “I want to make you feel like you’ve done to me all day…” Still looking down, his fingers are playing with the neckline of my dress, slipping underneath the fabric slightly, running down from my shoulder to my cleavage. I shudder as I try my best to keep breathing.

  “Then follow your instincts and treat me as yours.” I take his hand and pull him along while walking backwards towards the bedroom. My shoes fly across the floor after I’ve kicked them off and I bump into the bed from behind. Sitting down there on my knees, I slowly unzip the side of my dress while maintaining eye contact.

  His lips are parted slightly and I can hear his breathing speed up again. How I love his excitement, he can’t take his eyes off me. Deciding to give him more of a show, I pull up the dress and slip it over my head, revealing the black, lacy bra and thong I had worn for the occasion.

  “Holy shit.” He’s staring, frozen at the edge of the bed.

  “Take off your jacket and shoes. Come join me,” I say as I lie back against the sheets and numerous pillows.

  He startles into action and does as asked. Struggling a bit with his shoes and finally crawling onto the bed himself. He lies on his side, his gaze fixated on me, on the lacy slightly see through thong which only discreetly covers up my shaven pussy. Then he tears his eyes away and up, appreciating my breasts which are almost spilling out of the bra. I love the attention, how he’s so caught up in the moment.

  I’m aching for him, for his lips, his hands and of course his tongue. My breasts feel tense the way my nipples have hardened already. But then that’s been happening a lot today.

  I reach for his hand, our fingers caressing each other, folding together.

  “Touch me,” I beg.

  His hand releases mine and moves closer, fingertips leaving a trail of goose bumps on my stomach. It feels as though his fingers are on fire, the way my body remembers his touch. I sigh and arch up against his hand, spurring him on to explore more. His hand glides over the smooth skin on my side, closing around my hip bone where the thong sits.

  “Oh yeah, just like that,” I moan. My eyes keep closing involuntarily as I exhale, arms lie limp beside me, waiting for him to take this wherever he wants it to go.

  He sits up and leans over, kissing my other side at the indent of my waist while still pressing his fingers into my hip. His breath tickles deliciously, causing me to moan louder.

  Then he lifts his head, kissing my stomach moving further up, running his nose along the gap between my breasts. He releases my hip and places his hand ever so carefully over the cup of my bra. Excitement rushes over me in waves, taking over my lungs and making me breathless. His fingertips explore the pattern in the lace and I can feel my nipple grow, begging to receive more of his touch.

  It amazes me how controlled and focused he is, I would’ve expected him to go for the whole handful immediately. But he drags it out, teasing me slowly running circles over the exposed part of my breast while kissing my chest and neck. Right up to that spot halfway between ear and shoulder, it makes me shudder with delight.

 
He slips his finger underneath the bra strap and slips it off my shoulder, impatiently I respond by lifting off the bed slightly and unhooking my bra from behind, so it’s just draped over me. His look reminds me of a child unwrapping a much desired Christmas gift.

  Bending forward, he plants more soft kisses on my chest, until his mouth reaches the fabric at the centre of the bra. He lifts it off me with his teeth and lets it fall onto the bed next to us. His eyes widen as he looks at my breasts, perked up and sore. Pink nipples pointing straight at him.

  Leaning down again, he continues to kiss the spot on my chest where he had just left off, but slowly moves lower and lower. His kisses turn to gentle bites and nibbles. By now I’m panting desperately as the juices inside me start to overflow and soak my thong.

  If I hadn’t decided to let him set the pace, I would’ve torn his clothes off already and taken him right then and there. Patience, I say to myself, it will be worth it…

  My hand has a mind of its own though and starts to feel the arm he’s leaning on beside me. I claw against the fabric of his smooth cotton shirt, but my nails slide right over it without any resistance. What I really want is underneath!

  He scoops me up underneath my shoulder, lifting me half off the bed, lips meeting in a spectacular fashion. Fused together in our kiss, I slip my fingers into his hair and greedily arch up towards him to try and feel more of his body against mine. I hook my leg around his thigh, gyrating my hips into him. His hand slips between us, finding my breasts, gently cupping them one after the other, squeezing a little and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  The sensation is so intense after making me wait this long, it’s as if electric shocks radiate back inside of me inwards from my nipples. I let out a few loud moans against his lips, savouring the effects of his seemingly expert touch. How come he knows just what to do, better than I could have asked for?

  Our lips release and he lowers me back onto the bed. His face moves down my chest, planting soft teasing kisses all over my skin before reaching my breast. He starts by kissing around the areola and progresses to teasing it with the tip of his tongue, circling around and inwards.

  He finally takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking against the tip with his tongue. I’m consumed by waves of pleasure, building up inside. In between strained breaths I hear myself call out.

  “Oh god yes! Don’t stop!”

  By now I’m completely out of control, digging my nails into his shoulders. He sucks harder and at the same time plays with my other nipple. His fingers and tongue both gentle yet persistent and in perfect harmony. I tense up, shivering and riding the final wave of pleasure to the most unexpected orgasm I’ve ever had. If he had been naked, I’m sure I would’ve drawn blood.

  “Fuuuck!” I cry out, before slumping back into the bed, shuddering while he continues to softly lick first one, then the other nipple.

  VII.

  He sits up admiring his handiwork with a smile.

  “Hmm, I never thought this would happen!” he says, “Not this easily…”

  I’m spent, unable to respond with more than a soft “Mmhm”.

  Blinking at him a few times, I’m still unable to believe what just happened.

  “I have never… come this way before…”

  He lies down next to me and puts his arm around me, pulling me towards him.

  “Glad to return the favour,” he whispers.

  I face him, nuzzling against his neck. Letting my fingers explore the creases on his shirt.

  “How about we even the playing field and you take this thing off…” I say, while starting to open the top button. He tenses and puts his hand over mine, holding it in place.

  I look back up at his face, a subtle line between his eyebrows has appeared.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

  “I just don’t want you to change your mind,” he says after a pause.

  I slip my arms around his shoulders and kiss forehead, cheeks, eyelids and anywhere in between.

  “And you think taking your shirt of would cause that?” I ask.

  He shrugs.

  “You’re in my bed. I’ve given myself to you, to do with as you please. Yet you’re still worried I won’t like you with your clothes off?” I kiss him again, this time on the lips.

  He remains still, then takes a few deep breaths before answering.

  “I don’t know – what if I’m not how you expect. I’d rather-”

  I interrupt him, “Look, if I wanted a skinny guy with a six pack, none of this would’ve happened.”

  My lips find his once more. I’m torn, he needs to know I’m serious, but what if he gets even more freaked out?

  I breathe in deeply, “Touch me, here,” taking his hand, I guide it towards my still naked chest and further down over my tummy and side down to my hip, “how does that make you feel?”

  His breathing changes immediately, becoming irregular and he opens his eyes, his gaze drawn to my nipples.

  “Extremely turned on,” he responds.

  I run the palm of my hand over his ample stomach upwards until I find his nipples through the fabric. He flinches but doesn’t stop me.

  “So why should it be any different the other way around?” I breathe. “I love how you feel when I touch you, or when you’re pressed up against me. The only way it can possibly get any better is if it’s skin on skin.”

  “But-”

  “I told you earlier today I didn’t mind that you’re a big guy,” I continue, “that was an understatement.”

  He looks confused.

  “Actually, it turns me on.” I look into his eyes, almost expecting to see some sign that he doesn’t believe me, or worse. That he thinks I’m a freak.

  But instead, the opposite happens. A hint of worry remains in them, though he doesn’t question what I’ve just said and reaches over to the light switch on the wall.

  The room is pitch black while I wait for my eyes to adjust. John is no longer right by my side, but I can feel his movements through the mattress. His hand seeks out mine and pulls me up so he can get at the duvet underneath me. He lifts it up and gets into bed next to me. I seek out his arms and can feel his warm skin burn against me. Instinctively, I get closer and bury my face in his chest, my nose tickled slightly by his chest hair but I don’t want to move. His arms close around me, and I’m enveloped and in heaven.

  Not being able to see heightens my other senses, causing more feverish excitement to stir within me. My hand is drawn to his shoulder first, his skin feels like silk. He shudders a little as I move my hand down over his chest, running my fingers through the short curls of hair. I feel completely overcome by his presence, his warm skin against me.

  “Just perfect…” I gasp.

  VIII.

  He pulls me tighter against him, and I scoot closer, enjoying the warmth radiating through his skin into mine. Warm or not, my nipples are still standing up proud, poking into him.

  I move my hand over to the side, finding his nipple which is hard enough to match mine. Softly I tug and pull at it, and caress its tip with my finger before propping myself up on my elbow. I’m not patient or reserved like him, I want a taste straight away. He moans softly as I put my lips around his nipple and suck on it, letting my tongue caress him. Gently I take it between my teeth and tug a little.

  My hand can’t stay still either, rubbing against his temptingly soft flesh on his side and digging my fingertips in just a little more as I run my hand back down. While I continue to explore more of him, it feels like his back muscles relax, tension slowly fading away. Meanwhile his hand travels down my own back and onto my ass, kneading and pulling me against his thigh.

  “Help me please you,” I beg as I back away slightly from his chest, “show me how you like to be touched.”

  I slide my hand down, rubbing and fondling his belly before finding his very impressive, throbbing erection waiting for me inside his boxe
r shorts. As soon as I touch him there, he trembles and moans.

  His hand lets go off my ass and squeezes mine shut on top of his hard cock, sliding it up and down the full length before focussing just on the head for some shallow strokes.

  I lift myself up off the bed and push him onto his back while kneeling next to him. He complies without a fight, breathing loudly and groaning every time my hand pushes down on his long, thick shaft.

  “I need your other hand,” I say. He runs it up over my thigh in response and I direct it to the moist spot on my thong. He knows just what I want and immediately starts to tease me, through the barely-there fabric, sending shivers down my spine.

  I lift myself, bending over him and bite and lick his belly while still keeping a firm grasp on his manhood, stroking him in the same pattern he had just showed me. Deep and hard a few times before switching to shallow and soft caresses.

  His finger slips past the thin strip of fabric of my thong, softly gliding over and outlining the skin folds leading up to my clitoris. I gasp for air when he moves his fingers back down and finds my dripping wet entrance.

  My hand releases his cock and runs up and down the soft skin on his inner thighs, first the left, then the right. I bend down deeper and scatter kisses all the way down his happy trail. Until I find my reward.

  His finger has found its way inside of me, curled upwards and rubbing against the inside wall of my pussy. He’s certainly talented because he’s found my G spot almost immediately. I ride his finger with short moves of my hips, directing his touch to achieve perfection inside of me.

  I pout my lips and rub the head of his cock against them, then licking all around. His finger inside me feels distracted, stiff when I take his cock into my mouth for the first time.

  Struggling to go down all the way, it’s like a long, hot and slightly salty popsicle. I can almost feel his heartbeat against my tongue. His groans have become louder, more primal. Feeling his body writhe underneath my mouth, it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. He’s pushing himself up into me, spurring me on to go deeper and faster.