by Sindee Lynn
She allowed her gaze to take in the sight of him. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, displaying the dark dusting of chest hairs, his dark chestnut hair looked as if he’d been running his fingers through it all day. It had grown since she’d first seen him that day in the elevator. No longer was it simply grazing the collar of his shirt it was beyond that point now and she found it sexy as hell.
“I think you're a little over dressed. Don’t you?” she asked moving closer and began undressing him.
“I would say so. Honey what if someone had stopped you on your way up here? You didn’t have on any clothes.”
Sasha merely smiled at him, standing on tiptoes to push his shirt off his broad shoulders. Even in her heels he was still a considerable bit taller than she was.
“Oh don’t be such an old maid,” she said laughing at the look on his face. She laughed even harder when she saw him mouth the words “old maid”.
“I wasn’t dressed like this when I came back in the building. I had on my clothes and undressed in my office. Happy?” she asked crouching down to undo his pants, careful of the growing bulge springing out to greet her.
“Not quite,” he said catching her hair up in his hands and pushing her mouth towards his dick.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” she replied.
Dylan stepped out of his shoes and pants balancing his hands on her slim shoulders until he stood naked before her except for his socks. She looked up and noticed his gaze was fixed on her.
“Tell me what you want,” she said stroking the length of him.
“I want you to suck my dick like only you can,” came the quick response.
He placed his hand at the back of her head holding her welcoming mouth in place over his dick. Sasha took him in the warm cavern of her mouth where she loved him up and down his steadily growing length. Reaching up to cup his balls in the palms of her hands she relaxed her throat and took him deep. The groan Dylan let out was worth the discomfort she felt at having her airways restricted. Soon she was able to take him further with only pleasure meeting each mouthful of hard flesh.
“Sasha. Oh god, I’m gonna cum. Can you take it all sweetheart?” Dylan asked moving his dick in and out of her mouth.
She allowed him to pop free from her warm depths, licking the veins in the sides of his impressive length.
“I don’t know,” she said grazing his head lightly with her teeth. She felt the shiver run through him. “Let’s see shall we.”
Immediately his dick disappeared within the confines of her mouth once again. Flattening her tongue, the swollen head of his dick slid effortlessly down the back of her throat followed by another half an inch. She pulled her head back and began to use more pressure along the length of him, using the cavern of her mouth to imitate how it would feel once he got inside her aching pussy.
“Oh Sasha. I’m gonna cum sweetheart.”
His fingers wrapped tightly in her hair as he began moving his dick in and out of her mouth with more force.
Sasha relaxed her throat and allowed him to fuck her mouth as she squeezed his balls. She felt them tighten further in her hands and knew he was close. The first shot of hot cum hit her tonsils and it took everything for her to not react and gag on his dick. Another hot shot quickly followed by a gush of cum washing the back walls of her mouth as she felt Dylan shaking with the power of his orgasm.
Once the last drop had been drained from his still hard dick she released him from her mouth licking him from base to tip once more before rising. Her mouth was quickly taken in a harsh kiss that took the breath from her. She felt Dylan’s tongue sweeping the insides of her mouth tasting himself on her tongue. The kiss was over as quickly as it began. He lifted her in his arms and walked the short distance to the couch.
Sasha had barely caught her breath when she felt her legs being spread and Dylan’s tongue grazing against her aching clit.
“Ahh Dylan.”
Over and over again he licked her clit until it became as hard as the nipples he was pinching. He moved to her open gushing hole where he shoved his tongue in and began lapping up the sweet nectar running unchecked from between her legs. The pleasure running through her was too much. She felt the pressure building in the pit of her stomach. As Dylan began fucking her pussy with his tongue she moved her fingers between her legs and stroked her clit. The pressure built and finally burst when he shoved two fingers into her depths. Her orgasm came hard and fast, but he wasn’t done yet. He pushed her legs together over her head, effectively baring her pussy and her little brown hole to his gaze. He licked the escaping juices from her pussy to her anus where he paid special attention. Being in a position of limited movement Sasha could only thrash her head back and forth on the couch as he continued his assault on her pussy and ass. She felt a finger slowly enter her asshole and lifted her ass off the couch.
“Harder Dylan. I want you to shove it in harder. It feels so good,” she gasped as she felt the pressure in her stomach building again.
Two fingers in her pussy joined the finger in her ass and he shoved them in and out causing wave after wave of pleasure to flow through her as another orgasm took her.
“I want you to fuck me now,” she screamed. His fingers were okay but Sasha wanted him buried deep within her. She wanted him to fuck her.
“Don’t worry that was the plan,” he said his voice thick with desire.
Sasha gasped when he pulled his fingers from within her depths, grazing the sides of her walls in her ass and pussy. She watched through lowered lashes as he briefly left her to retrieve his pants for the roll of condoms he’d taken to carrying around with him. A groan tore from her throat when he gripped his dick and began stroking himself. He was so hot and he was all hers.
Reaching her side, he leaned down and stroked the tops of her thighs until she opened them for him. He kneeled for a moment between them just gazing at her pussy before he pushed into her in one stroke. Her body spread wide from the width of him and she could only lay there panting for air as he continued to drive into her.
“Oh yes Dylan. That’s it. I want you to fuck me.”
“You wanna be fucked huh?” he asked pulling his length out until just the head was inside.
Sasha lifted her ass up off the couch trying to bring him back.
“Yes dammit,” she yelled. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said and slammed his dick into her hitting the back wall of her hot and ready hole. She screamed at the pain and pleasure of it. The pleasure of having him slamming over and over into her caused shivers to spread through her body. Her orgasm built until she felt hot cum gushing from her depths.
“Oh god Dylan I’m cumming,”
A grunt was her only response as she felt him begin to shake and shiver on top of her as his own orgasm hit him.
***
“Man, I’ll never be able to look at this couch the same again,” Dylan said laughing as he stroked Sasha’s naked shoulder.
Soft laughter filled his ears as she reached up to kiss him on his cheek. The tenderness of her actions made his heart ache.
“Forget the couch. I’ll never be able to walk in your office again without remembering this whole night,” she said snuggling closer.
He reached for her coat he’d retrieved earlier from the floor. He threw it over their naked bodies to keep the chill off as their body temperatures came back to normal from sizzling.
“I hope I didn’t put you too far off schedule.”
The concern in her voice touched another part of his heart and brought a smile to his face.
“I’ll take interruptions like this one anytime besides I wasn’t getting much done. It seems thoughts of a pint sized woman kept running through my head and I couldn't clear it to think.”
“Yeah? I bet she wasn’t naked in a trench coat,” she said laughing.
Dylan had to laugh too because he would n
ever have thought Sasha would do something like this.
“No I must admit she wasn’t. So I like reality a whole lot better.”
He paused, not sure how to bring up what he wanted to say next.
“Sasha?”
“Hmm,” came the drowsy reply.
“I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to a party at the mayor’s mansion.”
Dylan held his breath as he waited for her reply. He’d declined several offers for parties in the last couple of weeks, not wanting to attend without her by his side. But this one was different. The mayor and his wife were personal friends of his. Besides he wanted them to meet Sasha. It was the perfect opportunity to introduce her into his world.
“The mayor of Chicago?” came the hesitant reply.
“None other. He’s been a client of Presco for several years and we’ve been friends just as long. He and his wife are celebrating their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.”
Dylan didn’t know how to take the silence. He could practically hear her mind working overtime.
“Is it formal attire?” she finally asked.
“Yes.”
More silence. He had already decided if she said no he would make his apologies and not attend himself. He wasn’t in the mood to be put upon by a bunch of women he had no interest in.
“When is it?”
“Two weeks from Saturday.”
Another long pause followed.
“I guess that means I’ll have to go shopping.”
Relief and joy washed over him. He hugged her close. He knew it hadn't been an easy decision for her to make but the fact she’d made it gave him hope that soon she’d be ready to make another decision. To have him in her life permanently.
***
Click. Click. Click.
“Well, well, well who do we have here? I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your pretty little face before.”
He readjusted the lens of his camera to get a clearer view. A smile spread across a deeply tanned face. Hours hiding out waiting for that perfect shot with the sun beating down on you could do that to a person. But he didn’t mind as long as the payoff in the end was a big one and he’d just stumbled upon a gold mine. He hadn’t been back in a few weeks but something had told him to take a chance. He’d learned early on to listen to his instincts. It had cost him a c-note to get in here tonight. His regular guy hadn’t been working. But man had it ever paid off for him.
He’d tried to tell them Dylan Matthews was not a dried up cash cow. Sure he’d been off the scene for awhile. But he’d been following him for years and knew there had to be a reason. Maybe this woman was it. He had seen the different women he always had on his arm. All of them had been beautiful but definitely not the warmest of women. They’d all held the same cold calculating look in their eyes even when smiling pretty for the cameras. He couldn't recall there ever being a black woman before. Though he could tell by the way Matthews was holding and touching her she was different. She couldn't be more than five feet four or five inches in height. Compared to Matthews’ bulking six feet three, petite was an understatement. He adjusted the long range scope on his camera to get a clearer look. Yeah this one was special.
He watched as the two lovers gave each other one final passion filled kiss. Geez he could practically feel the heat from where he sat.
“Man Matthews you got it bad for this one,” he commented seeing the way he caressed her face before finally leaving her side. Matthews left the same way they’d come down, the private elevator that led directly to the executive’s only garage under Presco.
He gently placed his camera on the seat beside him and started his engine.
“Now let’s go find out who this mystery woman is.”
He pulled out of the garage following his next big pay check.
Chapter 18
The smile on Sasha’s face when she walked into the Presco building on Monday morning was brighter than normal. She had spent the entire weekend with Dylan at his place. He’d decided he’d put enough time into the financials and not enough time into her. A flush of heat sufficed her face as she recalled how much attention he’d given her this weekend. She didn’t think there was a spot on her body that had been left undiscovered or unlicked.
Stepping out of the elevator and heading for her office, she smiled a greeting at the people she passed in the hall. She barely noticed the odd looks she was getting or the strained expressions. She shook it off as she continued to her office. Maybe she was imagining it because they weren’t seeing the world through the same rose tinted glasses she was.
“Good Morning Violet,” Sasha greeted their department secretary as she passed her desk. When the secretary only grunted back a reply she paused. That was odd. She turned and walked back to Violet.
“Everything okay this morning,” she asked concern in her voice.
Violet had been nothing but friendly and helpful when she’d joined the department. Now could possibly be her opportunity to return the favor.
“Oh everything’s just fine Ms. Jordan,” Violet said a twist to her lips and sarcasm in her tone.
A frown puckered Sasha’s forehead as she stood gazing down at the woman behind the desk. She was about to question her further when her cell phone rang. She turned from the secretary promising herself she would get to the bottom of whatever her problem was before the end of the day. If she had done something to offend her she wanted to make it right.
“Hello.”
“Are you in your office?” Cat’s voice came across the line.
“I just got here why?”
A sigh came across the line.
“Have you by chance seen the paper this morning?”
There was something in Cat’s voice she couldn't quite figure out. She put her stuff down on her desk and closed her door.
“Not yet why?”
Another sigh came across the line. A feeling of apprehension caused a knot to form in Sasha’s stomach.
“Cat what’s going on?”
“Are you sitting down?”
Sasha instantly fell into her chair. Something was wrong she knew it now. Cat never hedged. She was always direct and to the point. Something terrible had happened.
“What is it Cat? What’s happened? You’re freaking me out. Is it B.J.? Is she okay?”
“B.J.’s fine. As least as far as I know. I need you to look in the paper.”
Moving stuff around on her desk, she couldn't find the stack of newspapers that were always there waiting for her every morning. She got up and checked outside her door. She bent down and picked them up. Because of her job there were always at least three different newspapers.
“Okay, I got them. Which financial section of what newspaper should I be looking at,” Sasha asked.
Maybe this was about the stocks she’d recommended Cat invest in. God Sasha hoped they hadn’t tanked or anything. She’d done her research well before recommending them.
“Not the financials section. The society page of the local paper,” Cat said.
Her stomach bottomed out. The society page. Quickly pushing the other newspapers to the floor until she found the Chicago Tribune, she noticed her fingers were trembling.
“What am I looking for?”
“You’ll know when you see it.”
Sasha flipped through the different sections until she had no doubts she’d reached the right page. Her mouth dropped open and her cell phone fell out of her lifeless fingers. On the front page of the society page was a picture of her and Dylan in the private parking garage in what could only be described as a lover’s embrace. In fact that’s how the reporter had described it. Her mind moved back in time to when the picture was taken. It had to have been on Wednesday night when Dylan had walked her to her car. The night she’d shown up in nothing but a trench coat … oh dear God. Sasha guessed she should be lucky whoever had taken the picture had gotten it after she’d put her clothes back on.
Ring… ring….
Sasha glanced at her desk phone. Should she answer it? It was no telling who the hell it could be. Thank god her parents lived in Florida. But B.J. oh shit. The ringing stopped only briefly before it began again.
Ring… ring...
Trembling fingers picked up the receiver.
“Sasha Jordan.” Please oh please don’t let it be B.J. Not right now.
“What the hell is going on Sasha?”
Sasha felt like banging her head on her desk as her sister’s angry voice came through the phone lines.
“I take it you saw the newspaper?”
“Uh yeah I saw it. All of Chicago is looking at it right now. Who the hell is this man to you? And more importantly why didn’t you tell me?”
What could she say? Her head was about to explode. So many thoughts. Confusion. It all pressed down on her. She couldn't do this right now. She needed to talk to Dylan.
“Look B.J. I can't talk right now,” Sasha said panic preparing to set in.
“Sasha ….,” B.J. began.
“B.J.,” Sasha yelled into the phone. “I can’t do this right now. I will call you back,” she said and hung up the phone.
No sooner had she put the phone back on its hook that it began ringing again. Oh god Sasha thought. She couldn't breathe. She stood up behind her desk and took huge gulps of air. How could this have happened? How could she have let this happen? This is what she had wanted to avoid at all costs. Now it all made sense. The stares people had been giving her this morning. She’d foolishly thought they were wondering at the goofy grin on her face. But they’d been looking at her for entirely different reasons. She recalled Violet’s odd behavior this morning.
