“Not too shabby,” I say, turning back towards her.
“You like?”
I let my eyes drift up her body. “Yes. Very much.”
The subdued lighting sets an unmistakably sexy mood. The bourbon warms me and I feel that warmth most in my crotch. I’m standing ten feet in front of Claire as she continues to lean against the desk, and I know this Armani suit looks as good on me as that dress looks on her. I smile at her, filthy thoughts filling my mind.
“Mason, I want to be fair,” she says. “You should know that there’s absolutely no way I will ever be your slave for a week. Don’t get too caught up in that prospect.”
How disappointing. A bet is a bet, and now she’s wavering. I frown as I look into those big eyes.
“I should have known. So you’re backing out of our deal?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Admit it, Claire, you’re chicken.”
She sets her glass on the desk and approaches me, one slow step at a time, shaking her head, her blonde waves gently swaying.
“Nope.”
“Yes, you are. You’re afraid of what I have in mind for you.”
She steps right in front of me and I watch in fascination as those plump lips move with each word.
“Trust me, Mason,” she says, slipping her hand under my tie and running her fingers slowly and sensuously over the silk. “There’s nothing you could force me to do that I haven’t already done willingly.”
I would be all over most women at this point. But Claire isn’t most women, she’s a business rival who would love nothing better than to humiliate me by making me believe something’s about to go down when it isn’t. Despite my burning desire to make it happen right now, I force myself to hold back, waiting to see if this is a trick.
Her hand slides from my tie under my jacket, moving softly across my collarbone. She tiptoes to place her mouth near my ear, her breasts inching closer until they gently touch my chest, then whispers, “I promise you I won’t back out of the bet.” My cock stiffens, spurred on by her tits resting lightly against me. “But here’s a little secret for you: Cheyenne Parris will get her money.”
Our eyes are locked, mere inches apart. “I have a secret of my own,” I say, letting my gaze drop from her eyes to her mouth. “Every time I look at those perfect lips of yours, I can’t wait to feel them around my cock.”
She sensuously parts them and slowly inhales.
“These lips?” she whispers.
I nod, struggling to resist. She leans forward even more, her tits pressing harder against my chest and her mouth an inch from my ear.
“And this cock?”
When I suddenly feel her palm on my pants, her fingers closing around my growing erection, I have to act. If she’s toying with me, I’m calling her bluff.
If she’s not, Claire Jarrett is about to get the hardest fucking of her life.
14
Claire
Can I really go through with this?
Before tonight, I had never given any serious thought to actually having sex with Mason Stark. It was all just a joke, at least on my end. But as we finished our dinner half an hour ago, I found myself loathing the thought of letting the excitement of the evening end. I wanted ready to extend that teasing game, maybe even take it a notch further.
By the time we reached my office, I’d already decided to have sex with him tonight, but only if I could do it on my terms. I can’t have Stark thinking he got the better of me in any way. I devised a plan, but it would require me to go way outside of my comfort zone. It all seemed crystal clear to me a few minutes ago in his car, and I hoped I had the resolve to see it through.
Now the moment of truth has arrived. Stark has just informed me of his burning desire to feel my lips on his cock, quite a bold statement. Not wanting to be outdone, I lower my voice to a whisper.
“These lips?” I ask coquettishly.
My body is flush with excitement as I place my mouth right next to his ear. I can smell his cologne, his hair, the skin of his neck, as my free hand reaches downward. I know what I expect to find, but I’m surprised all the same at the prominent bulge that greets my palm right where it lands.
“And this cock?” I whisper as my fingers close around the stiffening shaft.
Touching Stark sexually for the first time is thrilling. He twitches against my hand and I feel his urgent desire for me growing. My own body vibrates in return, a warmth surfacing in the pit of my stomach, and lower.
Stark is mine to toy with now. Even better, he probably thinks he’s the one in control of this situation.
I feel my hair being tugged downward, pulling my head backwards until we’re face to face again. I look into his eyes and squeeze his cock. We’re past the moment of truth now; it’s just a matter of how it’ll play out.
I’ll be the one calling the shots, however.
He leans down to kiss me, and just as his lips graze against mine, I release his cock and push on his chest. Stark lets go of my hair and I take a step back, keeping his gaze as I reach behind me to unzip my dress. I slowly wriggle my shoulders and let the dress slip down a little. I take a breath as I look at the lust written all over his handsome face, then I reach up to tug the material slowly downward, exposing my breasts. Never taking my eyes off him, I continue to slide the dress over my hips, finally letting it fall quietly to the floor around my ankles.
As I step out of the crumpled dress wearing nothing but heels and black lacy panties, Stark’s eyes take in my nearly naked form. He closes the gap between us and forces me against my desk, curving his right hand around my neck as he continues to appraise my body. His other hand lands softly on my stomach, then slides confidently lower, and I offer no resistance as it slides into the front of my panties. I’ve felt my wetness off and on since halfway through dinner, but my body responds to his touch with a surge of lubrication. He cups my bare pussy in his palm, pressing against the smoothness until I feel a finger slip between the lips.
All this time his other hand has been firmly caressing my neck, but now it moves across my collarbone and down to my breast. My nipple stiffens immediately at his touch, and he gently takes it between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.
I let Stark have his fun for a minute because he obviously knows what he’s doing. He presses his other hand into me, his finger moving deeper, testing my readiness before slowly sliding into me. It feels amazing and I close my eyes, but he stops just inside my entrance, teasing deeper penetration before retracing his path and exiting. Newly slickened, his finger searches for my clit and impressively finds it with no trouble. I exhale audibly as he uses his fingertip to draw tiny slippery circles around my engorged bud.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice filled with want.
Hell yeah, I like it. My entire body is willing and I could easily allow Stark to continue at his own pace, but I know I can’t do that. I just need to edge him even closer before I stop him. He drops his head to my breast and gently massages the soft tissue as he flicks his tongue across my nipple.
“Harder,” I moan. He understands I’m referring to my breast, not my clit. Good boy. He squeezes it roughly and sucks hard on the nipple, grazing his teeth against it. Holy fuck, that feels unbelievable. I reach for his cock again and find it rock-hard. I begin to stroke him and know it’s just a matter of seconds. Right on cue, Stark lifts his head and slips his hand out of my panties. He stares at me with ferocious hunger, ready to fuck me and assert his dominance.
I return that look, then suddenly take control of things. Grabbing his neck roughly with my free hand, I pull his lips to mine and kiss him for just a second before taking his lower lip between my teeth, biting gently as I tighten my grip around his shaft.
That pushes him over the edge, and Stark reacts exactly how I expected, trying to regain control of the situation. He breaks the kiss to yank my panties forcefully down. As I step out of them, he moves behi
nd my desk. Staring at me, he sweeps his arm across the surface, sending everything there flying across the office with an ear-shattering crash.
The clichéd move should be comical, since I always laugh when I see it in movies. Instead I find it insanely hot that this man wants to fuck me right on my own desk, especially with a couch nearby.
More importantly, he’s proven me right. Stark is an alpha male in business and in sex. He’s practically panting as he comes back around the desk and roughly clutches my waist with both hands.
That’s when I flip his little script. Going against every impulse in me that says to let him have his way, I grab him forcefully by the wrists and stop him. I will dictate the terms of this encounter, not him.
“Not so fast.”
Stark is agitated and bewildered at my calling a halt to things. His expression tells me an explanation is required.
I feel powerful as I stand before him wearing only heels while he’s still fully dressed. My nakedness and my sexuality are weapons I can wield against my rival. As excited as I already am, stopping Mason Stark in his tracks is a potent aphrodisiac of its own.
“If we’re actually going to do this, we do it my way,” I say. “Otherwise, get the fuck out of my office.”
Stark’s mouth falls open in disbelief.
“And what exactly is your way?” he asks.
“Take off your clothes,” I command.
This is so decidedly not who I am sexually that it feels like I’m acting. It’s not an order Stark is going to resist, though, as he was headed rapidly in that direction anyway. He tosses his jacket on the floor, then takes off his shoes and socks. I watch impatiently, my body burning with desire for him. He roughly yanks off his tie and it ends up on the floor as well. Staring directly at my pussy, he unbuttons his shirt, peels it off and discards it.
His body is marvelous, and Stark knows it. He’s trim and fit, not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His belly is flat and his abdominal muscles firm and tight. There’s a light dusting of brown hair on his chest, with a sexy trail leading my eyes from his stomach to his pants.
I watch with anxious anticipation as he unfastens his belt and slides the zipper down, then bends forward at the waist and slips his pants off. When he rises, I’m surprised to see he’s removed his underwear as well. His cock, so rock-hard only moments earlier, is now only halfway erect, but it is gorgeous. I don’t care much about length or girth, but I love a beautiful cock, and Mason Stark’s is as perfect a specimen as I’ve ever seen.
“Next?” he asks with a smirk.
“Touch it.”
“As you wish, m’lady,” he says. Despite his mocking tone, he nevertheless takes his cock in his hand and holds it.
“Stroke it for me. I need you hard.”
I look from his cock to his eyes and am met with defiance.
“Or maybe you’d rather we just stop now,” I say, my nakedness taunting him.
We have a fleeting standoff, then I see movement and look down to see Stark stroking himself. It’s really a magnificent sight, his hand slowly moving up and down the length of his shaft. His cock quickly responds, hardening as his hand caresses it. I could watch this all night, but don’t get that opportunity because he soon releases his grip and I see that he is gloriously, magnificently erect. Larger than before, his hard-on angles slightly upward in front of his body as Stark dares me to continue.
I take his cock in my hand, my pussy clenching involuntarily when I feel its warm hardness. I squeeze to test its rigidity and can’t help but be impressed. Now I’m more excited than ever. “Very nice. Now lie on my desk. On your back.”
Stark bristles at being ordered around, exactly the reaction I was hoping for. He casually walks past me, his erection leading the way. I see a lusciously sculpted ass as he rounds the desk, then he climbs up and lies on the cold surface of the thick glass layer protecting the burnished walnut. His cock stands straight up and I think about the intense heat of our interactions all night long, wondering if he’d become hard at any point during dinner.
When I notice a clear drop of pre-cum sitting atop the tip, I slowly lean over the desk and lick it off, barely allowing my tongue to brush over the tiniest area of skin. It’s more difficult than it sounds because every fiber of my being wants to bring my lips down over that hard, handsome cock, not stopping until I have it all in my mouth. I resist, though, refusing to give him the blowjob he claims to want so desperately.
As I stare at his cock, it suddenly dawns on me that Stark isn’t wearing a condom. I’m on the pill and am more concerned about safety than pregnancy, but still.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
“No.” When he sees my exasperated expression, he smirks and adds, “I wasn’t expecting to be forced into sex with you tonight.”
I stand there, unsure of whether to proceed.
“I was tested recently,” Stark says. He obviously wants to do this regardless. When I see another drop of pre-cum ooze from his cock, I know I feel the same.
“Me, too,” I say. “Fuck it.”
Throwing caution to the wind, I push any apprehension aside because there’s no way I’m going to let anything ruin a steamy moment like this one. The moment I make the decision to fuck him bareback, I can feel the renewed wetness between my legs.
Still in my heels, I do my best to look sexy as I struggle to climb up on the desk. Eventually, I manage the task and carefully stand over Stark. Looking down on his incredible body, I’m again reminded why I spend all those hours with a personal trainer. I step over his torso with one leg and stare down at him before lowering myself to a squat, my pussy hovering just over his hard-on. His eyes immediately move between my legs, taking advantage of the wide-open view my stance affords him.
I wait patiently till Stark has had his fill and lifts his eyes back to mine, then place the tip of my index finger against my bottom lip, as if I’m making a tough decision. I stand and reposition myself so I’m still straddling him, this time facing his feet. I let him get a good look at my ass, then slowly lower myself again. All that yoga pays off as I kneel on the desktop and place my butt against his belly. Looking straight down, I see his cock pointing back up at me, the shaft just grazing my pussy.
I feel hands on my waist and quickly grab his wrists, removing them. Without turning my head back, I issue a stern warning.
“Don’t touch. Just lie there and enjoy the view.”
I grab his cock and hold on as I lean forward and scoot toward Stark’s feet. Lifting my bottom, I use my hand to position his cock at my opening, then lower myself onto him at an achingly deliberate pace. His cock invades me inch by inch, my walls quivering as he goes ever deeper.
“Fuck,” Stark moans audibly.
“Don’t talk, either,” I admonish, feeling the breath leave my body as Stark’s hard-on fills me up. I kneel astride him and place my hands on the fronts of his thighs.
I hold still momentarily, relishing the divine feeling of his hardness inside me. Adding to the incredible sensation is the buzz that comes from having complete control over this hot, horny man. I give myself a little time to luxuriate in the psychological thrill and the physical sense of being so completely filled.
For the only time, I look back over my shoulder at Stark, lying on his back with his hard cock embedded deep inside me and an expression of pure carnal greed on his face. It’s a good thing I won’t see his face as I’m fucking him, because I could lose my nerve about what I have planned for him. I smile seductively, then turn away from him and begin rocking back and forth, sensuously undulating my body as he remains motionless underneath me. I lift my ass up enough so that his hard-on slides out nearly all the way before I push back down, knowing this gives him a birds-eye view of his cock disappearing into me.
I continue this way, wantonly fucking myself with Stark’s cock, building momentum as I listen carefully to his breathing and his soft moans. If I sense he’s anywhere close to an orgasm, I’ll stop, but that doe
sn’t seem to be an issue at the moment.
Cognizant of the difficulties I’ve had reaching a climax with new men, I know I’ll require some assistance to get there. I chose this position not only to torture him with the view, but to allow myself easy access. When I sense that an orgasm is remaining frustratingly just out of reach, I take my right hand off of Stark’s thigh and move it between my legs. My index finger easily locates my clit and it doesn’t take long before I’m rocking that desk hard. I remind myself that the cock inside of me belongs to Mason Stark and that instantly detonates an intense orgasm. My body explodes with pleasure and causes me to cry out more loudly than I expected, surge after surge flowing through me as I continue to stroke myself while moving up and down on that incredibly rigid cock.
Slowly I come back to earth, breathing heavily. As I settle back down onto Stark, my pussy spasms and clenches his hard shaft. My entire body feels like a seltzer tablet dropped in water. I revel in the sensation until I feel a hand on my lower back, softly stroking it.
Fun’s over — it’s time to seal this deal.
I gradually lift off of Stark, giving him ample time to watch his engorged cock slide out of me, then I swing my leg over him and climb down off the desk.
Grabbing his slippery cock at the base, I marvel in its firmness. If I ever settle down, I want a man who gets this hard at the thought of having sex with me. I slowly slide my hand upwards, lingering at the head before letting go completely.
“Time to go, Mason,” I say matter-of-factly as I walk off to locate my panties.
Stark lifts up on his elbows. “You’re fucking with me.”
I smile as I slide my panties on and say, “I was, but now I’m done. That’s all for now. You can have more if you win the bet.”
He’s stupefied. “You’re serious,” he says when I pick up my dress.
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