by Ivy Blake
Now that I thought about it, I realized that not even once I considered how bad she could feel because we were crossing the professional line between us. I knew she valued her career more than anything, so doing something like this to her—something that could put her career at risk—was selfish. Was I corrupting her?
I engaged her into a continuous conversation during our flight, helping her keep her mind off her fear, which not only worked very well, but also made time pass quickly. I enjoyed talking with her, and I managed to learn more about her interests and hobbies.
Our flight landed safely in Colorado, and she relaxed visibly, thanking me time and again for helping her with her fear. We got into a private car I had rented last night and headed to the hotel.
“What do you think?” I asked her as I navigated through the snowy streets, glancing at her. She was looking all around in awe, her lips curled up.
“Everything is covered in snow. It’s so beautiful.”
“I forgot how long the snow could last here.”
“Yeah. And not only that but also all these decorations and lights. This is one of the things I just love about the winter season. It looks romantic.”
I threw another glance at her, wearing a grin on my face. “You like romantic things?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t call myself a sucker for those, but I do like an occasional bouquet or dinner with candles.”
For some reason unknown to me, my brain stored this information for later. Before I could further question myself why all of a sudden I acted like I wanted to go above and beyond to make her happy, I started talking about Denver and fun things to do during winter.
As much as I enjoyed time talking to her, I was getting impatient to get to the hotel. Now that we were alone in the car again, the sexual tension returned with full force, and I just wanted to reach that hotel room and take my time with her.
After what seemed like an eternity, we checked in and arrived at our room, both of us speechless when I locked the door behind me and approached her.
I slid her jacket off, letting it drop down, and placed my hands on her shoulders.
“You’re tense,” I murmured into her hair and brushed my lips against her forehead, feeling her shoulder knots under my fingertips.
“Yeah... Um, I’m a bit tired, and I’m afraid I didn’t sleep quite well last night...”
I stepped away to look at her.
“Why not?”
Her cheeks turned beetle red. “I kept thinking about what happened in your office... And it made me restless.”
I followed her lower lip with my thumb, turned on by her confession. “Do you regret it, Chloe? Do you regret what happened between us?”
Her answer came as a whisper. “No.”
A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. If she’d said she regretted it, I would stop with my advances and go to look for another room. I would respect her feelings no matter how much I wanted her.
But knowing that she felt like me and didn’t regret it? It only urged me to get her naked and show her what the real pleasure was. However, I wanted to reward her first.
“Come here.” I took her by hand and led her to the king size bed in the middle of the luxurious apartment. “I want to give you a massage to relax you first.”
My cock began throbbing when she let out a pleased moan. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass as she lay down on her stomach and looked at me over her shoulder, hungry to taste and touch each part of her.
“Take off your shirt and unzip your jeans.”
My breathing became labored when she did what I’d told her, and I straddled her, pulling her jeans down until they reached her knees. She was only in her red lingerie, and I took several moments to admire her naked skin, finally able to see her without her clothes.
I adjusted my erection in my pants and sat down on her thighs, placing my hands on her shoulders. She moaned when I started massaging her in circles, working on her stiff muscles.
“Oh, Bryce... That feels amazing.” She fluttered her eyes shut and grabbed the sheets with her hand, her moaning becoming louder and more frequent.
I kneaded her back slowly, relishing in the sounds she was making as her hips slightly rocked left and right. I slid my hands down her waist and reached her lush butt, groaning when I cupped the soft flesh that was begging me to bite it, suck it, kiss it, do everything.
“How does this feel?” I asked her in a husky voice when I stroked her ass, my blood boiling in me.
Her eyes were still closed, her face a picture of bliss. “Mmm, amazing.”
Deciding to play a little with her before I did anything, I brought my hands around her waist to her tits and cupped them. Holy Jesus. They felt way better than I had imagined. The contrast between softness and firmness was exactly how I liked it, and the size was even better. They weren’t extremely big, but they were big enough not to fit my large hands.
“And how does this feel?” I massaged them languidly over her lace bra, her hard nipples grazing my palms.
“Ah... Even better...”
Her hips moved faster beneath me, her sounds becoming even louder now, and I knew this game wouldn’t last for long before both of us combusted, united as one.
6
Chloe
I was trapped from the moment Bryce put his hands on me, feeling high on the increasing pleasure as he kneaded my skin. He was giving me a massage, but this felt like something more—like a prelude to everything I had wanted with him from the start.
“Oh, Bryce... That feels amazing.” I shut my eyes and grasped the sheets, moaning because this felt too good.
He moved his hands down my waist, creating flutters in the pit of my stomach, and reached my backside, palming it affectionately. My pussy throbbed faster, anticipating his next move...
“How does this feel?” he asked me, his thumbs dangerously close to my pussy.
I imagined those thumbs sliding underneath my panties and brushing against my swollen clitoris, and just that thought made me wet.
“Mmm, amazing,” I purred and pinched my brows together when his hands slid around my waist to my breasts, covering them. Oh, that was amazing...
He kneaded them slowly, bringing more heat to my mound, and my nipples hardened.
“And how does this feel?”
I wanted him. I wanted him to put his mouth on me. I wanted every single dirty thing I could think of.
I thrashed against the mattress, moaning louder when tension coiled inside of me. “Ah... Even better...”
He moved my hair to the side and left an open-mouthed kiss on my neck before he proceeded to leave small kisses all over my shoulders. His fingers pinched my nipple, eliciting a bolt of pleasure in me, while he moved his other hand down my belly to my pussy. He pushed his hand inside my undies and moved it through my folds.
“Already wet for me. Perfect,” he whispered into my ear and flickered my sensitive nub. “And how about this?”
“Ah!” I jolted, instantly overwhelmed. I needed more. “It feels exactly like what I need. Please...”
He nibbled my earlobe and wrapped his mouth around it, sucking my skin. I moaned once more, grabbing the sheets like my life depended on it.
“Please what, sweetheart? You have to tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”
“Please, touch my pussy. I need you to touch me.” I turned into a shameless woman next to him, but I didn’t even care, addicted to everything that was Bryce.
“Fuck me, you’re so hot.”
He lay down to his side and spooned me, never letting go of my breast and core. He continued his double stimulation, his palm rubbing against my nipple as his other hand worked on my vulva and clit. I writhed against him, spreading my legs wider to allow him access, incredibly wet now.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he growled and pushed his fingers through my folds, reaching my entrance. He ground against my ass, becoming even harder. “I c
an’t stop thinking about you, Chloe. What happened between us last night wasn’t nearly enough.”
He probed my hole with two digits and thrust them all the way inside, pinching my nipple at the same time.
“Bryce!” I arched my back and screamed, pushing my hips to meet his hand.
“You like this, huh?” He pinched my nipple again and began fingering me.
“I love it...”
My hips moved relentlessly, meeting his fingers, and I could barely breathe. The intensity of his thrusts became much stronger, especially when he added two more fingers, completely stretching me, and I was so close...
“Don’t stop, Bryce! Please don’t stop!”
My sloshing pussy grew even wetter, and I was sure I was leaving a big wet trail on the sheets, but the thought only made me more aroused...
“Bryce!”
I broke into many pieces, thrashing against him uncontrollably, each aftershock bringing me more pleasure.
The force of my orgasm left my body spent, so when Bryce moved from me to grab a condom, I could only lie down and stare at the ceiling in daze, too sated to move even a finger.
“Now, come here,” he said, having already undressed and rolled on the condom. My eyes roamed over his well-defined body, taking in each muscle and sexy line of his body. His manhood was standing upright proudly, another glorious part of him that made my mouth dry.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me until I was lying on the edge of the bed with my legs on the floor. Kneeling in between my legs, he positioned his cock at my entrance and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.
With a hard thrust, he filled me completely, never taking his eyes off of me as he waited for me to get used to his size.
“Ah... I grabbed his wrist and let a long moan out, drowning in the surge of ecstasy.
“Finally,” he muttered and raised my butt high in the air, starting to pound me fast. “I just love how tight you are. You feel so good, sweetheart.”
His voice had changed, becoming hoarse, just like his face that was now twisted in pure pleasure. I couldn’t look away from him, the way he was watching me keeping me under a spell, and pressure grew stronger in me.
My pussy was even more sensitive now after my orgasm, so each thrust brought something that was almost more than I could bear. Bringing my legs over his shoulders, he penetrated me even deeper, hitting my cervix, and the pleasure mixed with pain, taunting me.
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
He squeezed my breasts and drove into me, drilling me, and I felt seconds away from coming...
“Yes, just like that... I’m coming...”
“Fuck, yes.”
He pushed into me one more time before we orgasmed together, our grunts and moans filling the hot air, and my mind went blank.
I’d probably dozed off, since the next thing I knew, I was in Bryce’s arms on the way to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve prepared something for you.”
He entered the dimly-lit bathroom and headed straight for the tub. The hot water caressed my skin soothingly when he lowered me down and joined me a moment later.
I snuggled up to his chest, letting my head fall against his shoulder when his arms snaked around my waist from behind. I could sense his erection on my back, and my mound contracted immediately, hungry for more.
“You have no idea how good I feel next to you, Chloe. I don’t know what you’re doing to me but whatever it is don’t stop it.”
My chuckle at his words transformed into a loud moan when his fingers wrapped around my breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. I grew restless when he moved his hand down my stomach, almost reaching my mound, and then up, coming back to my chest. He repeated this a couple of times, teasing me, and I was ready to beg him to do something—anything—to me.
“You respond so well to me.” His mouth trailed my neck languidly, moving across all the right places. “I just love your soft skin...” He lowered his hand to my navel, circling it, and reached my core. “I love your smell.” He inhaled deeply and tugged at my earlobe. “And I love your soft pussy.”
He cupped me and began rubbing me with the heel of his palm, grinding himself against me slowly, and our moans mixed together.
“And I love when you touch me like this. Oh, you’re going to make me come...”
He sped up his movements, this time rubbing my clit with his thumb while his middle finger moved around my entrance. I arched my back when he started fingering me, relentlessly thrusting inside of me as he ground faster against me. The pressure reached its peak, and I came with a scream, writhing against his rigid body as the waves of pleasure coursed through me on repeat.
“Fuck. I need to be inside of you right now.”
Before my orgasm even finished, he pushed me to my fours and plunged into me from behind, holding my hips in place as he drove inside me faster and faster.
“Ah! So tight!”
He grabbed my hair and jerked my head backward, making me look at him over my shoulder. “I need you to come for me again. I need your pussy to squeeze me like a fist... Come on.”
His demanding words were a major turn-on, which was exactly what I needed to fall apart just three seconds later, calling his name in frenzy. I was hypersensitive now, unable to think about anything but the massive amount of pleasure he was creating in me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t stand this anymore, beyond myself with ecstasy, he pulled out of me and jerked off, sending his cum all over my lower back and butt.
He didn’t say anything as he tried to catch his breath, leaning his head against my shoulder. I was struggling with breath myself, my legs wobbly as I let him hold me for a while.
“If we keep doing this, we’ll never get out of this room,” I joked when we got out of the bathroom half an hour later, freshly showered.
“Yeah? Well, right now I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He moved away from me, his face turning serious. “But we will have to because we have dinner with my parents tonight.”
I sat down on the bed, remembering that he’d mentioned we would be visiting his parents, and since it was his father’s birthday, the occasion was pretty special. “Oh boy. Now that you mention it, I feel a bit nervous.”
He sat next to me and cupped my cheek, smirking at me. “Don’t be. Even though my mother can sometimes be too pushy and all, she’s cool, just like my father. I’m sure they will like you.”
“Thank you. I know this might sound awkward, but have you brought a girl before to your house?”
His smirk turned into a huge smile. “Only once. It didn’t end well.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because she had a wild streak. We were seniors in high school, and in that period my mother was pushing me more than ever to focus on my studies and think about my future. I was a straight-A student, a future Ivy Leaguer, but she still worried about me. So, when I came with that girl for a family dinner, she blew her top and chased her out.”
I gaped at him. “She chased her out?”
“Yes. Can you imagine that?”
“Oh wow. Poor girl.”
“Yeah. You can imagine what happened after that. We broke up that same week.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s not like my heart was broken or anything.”
“But what did you say to your mother?”
“I told her that I won’t ever bring another girl to meet her again.”
“Ouch. I take it she didn’t react well.”
He ran his hand through my wet hair, his warm eyes following his fingers. “And that’s an understatement. Since then, she’s been pestering me to finally find a girlfriend and bring her to meet her, which was why she was more than happy to hear about you.”
“About me?”
“Yes.” He dropped his hand. “Which brings me to a favor I need to ask from you.”
“Okay. Shoot.”
“I didn’t tell my parents t
hat I’m working on a business project here, because if they knew, they would give me a hard time. They’re always complaining about me working too hard and whatnot. So I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Can you do that?”
7
Bryce
I waited for Chloe to come up with an answer, hoping I hadn’t crossed the line, although, if I were to be completely honest, that line had been crossed the moment I put my hands on her.
She mulled over my question for several seconds, and I crossed my fingers that she would agree to it.
I had thought about this a lot. I couldn’t quite divulge my plans for expanding my business to my parents because they had been clear about where they stood the first time I mentioned my plan to head along the entrepreneur route. They had thought I’d bitten off more than I could chew, failing to understand my desire to increase the zeroes on my bank account.
If I came to their house with Chloe as my assistant, they would press me to know all the details of my visit, and I was sure they would blow their top and drive me up the wall with their nagging comments and lectures about my excessive ambitions.
The only way to prevent this and get a shot at spending this dinner with them in peace was to present Chloe as my girlfriend. Pretending could be awkward at first, but it was better than bickering or something worse.
“I know this may be a lot for you, so I’ll understand if you don’t want to do that,” I told her, quick to assuage her in case I’d weirded her out.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s okay. After all, it’s just one dinner.”
“Yeah. We’ll just have to keep up the ruse around the table and nothing more. So is that a yes?”
She nodded, cracking a smile at me. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” I cupped her face and brushed my lips against hers, sensing her shiver at the contact. I felt warmth spreading through my chest, and I was more than ready to have another round with her, but we didn’t have much time. “As much as I want you, we should really get going.”
“Sure. Let me just dry my hair off and put some makeup, and I’ll be ready.”
