by Mona Cox
I don’t even bother responding to his question. Tired? I wouldn’t even put it in such terms. I’m utterly and completely spent. But, of course, if he’s still willing to go for more… Who am I to deny it? It’s not like being tired has ever stopped me from doing anything. And, besides, Derek is one of a kind. I’m not letting this moment go to waste. As such, I do nothing as he places his lips on my knees, and then starts to gently kiss my leg, always moving toward my inner thighs.
Somehow, my body is pushing through exhaustion. My heart has regained its rhythm, pounding hard inside of my chest as it forces a blend of adrenaline, endorphins, and pure ecstasy to rage through me. Each times his lips touch my skin a slight shiver goes up my spine, like a small whisper of anticipation. As he approaches my inner thighs, my hands go to his hair, and he reacts by lunging forward, attacking me like a famished predator. He wraps his lips around my battered pussy, sucking my pussy folds and flicking his tongue at me. I curl my fingers in his hair, pulling harshly on stray locks, but he doesn’t even react. He simply keeps licking me, spears of mind-numbing pleasure piercing my mind each time he flicks his tongue against my clit.
How many times have I already come? Did I beat some kind of personal record? God, I can hardly believe that he’s still between my thighs, sucking and licking my sensitive pussy after fucking me like no one has ever done before. I didn’t even know guys like Derek Lowell existed. They were too impressive to be real. I couldn’t be gladder that I was proven wrong.
He quickly derails my train of thought by sliding a finger inside of me in a hook motion, his fingertip touching my G-spot and applying that perfect maddening pressure. I sway my hips from side to side, something fierce and intense bubbling up to my mind’s surface. He doesn’t stop me from moving. Instead, he accompanies my movements with his mouth, wrapping his lips around my clit as he slides one more finger inside of my pussy.
Gritting my teeth, I prepare for the final explosion, my body already anticipating an orgasm so powerful I’m not even sure if I’m going to survive it. Derek keeps sliding his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, moving them upward until they touch my G-spot and then back out again. He does it over and over again, an old familiar pressure mounting inside of me.
“Oh, God…” I moan. I’m going to squirt, I really am. I pull on his hair, trying to force him back, but he resists me. He merely looks up at me, these eyes of him brimming with sin, and starts to go even harder. I throw my head back, surrendering to the inevitable, and close my eyes. “Oh, fuck…”
I scream as loud as I can, impossible flames of pleasure washing over me. It’s as if my body is dissolving, flesh and bones just a detail of my existence. My nerve endings are being scorched, bright lights exploding behind my closed eyelids. I feel something inside of me stirring and then, like a dam bursting, I squirt all over his face.
A continuous moan on my lips, I keep holding his head in place as I feel my pussy unleashing hell all over him. I feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs, coating my skin in a perfect decadent scenario. Gently swaying my hips, I rub my pussy all over his face, making sure that I cover him with my own juices.
Only then does he pull out, a grin on his lips. His skin is glistening, and even his hair is wet. My eyes go down his body, finally focusing on his still pulsing and eager cock.
“Come for me…” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth as if they weren’t my own.
He rises to his feet, towering over me, and I do nothing but look in awe at the perfect man in front of me. Grinning, he grabs his cock with his right hand, and with his eyes never leaving mine, starts to stroke himself. His hand goes back and forth over his length, my mind burning as I see him do it.
“Come for me…” I repeat, the words sounding honeyed and mellow. He starts to stroke himself faster, his eyes wandering all over my body, taking in my curves and shape. I breathe out sharply, still trying to process how amazing it is to have a man like Derek worshipping my body. Because that’s what he’s doing; he’s worshipping my body, stroking himself as fast as he can while he looks at my naked body, his ravenous eyes focusing on my tits and then slowly hiking down to my drenched thighs.
I look up, my own eyes going over the perfectly carved ridges of his abs and then settling on his beautiful face, my juices dripping down from his chin to his neck. He’s not even touching me anymore, but I can’t help but moan, my heart filled with an overwhelming feeling of lust, desire, and sinful completion.
He grits his teeth then, and in a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm against his fingers. He keeps moving his hand over his cock, thick ropes of cum flying from his tip into me, white strands of it hitting me straight in the chest. As the seconds go by, he starts to shoot even more semen; his warm cum hits me straight in the face, coating my skin and dripping down my face and over my mouth. I lick my lips dry, taking his saltiness inside my mouth as he keeps on gushing all over me, completely covering my naked torso.
An unconscious desire taking hold of me, I grab my own breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them, spreading the semen that covers me. As his cock stops gushing onto me, finally stopping to pulse in ecstasy, Derek goes to his knees again, fitting his torso between my thighs. Eyes locked on mine, he leans into me; he parts his lips then, his tongue darting out and running from my navel to between my breasts, scooping up all the semen in the way. He smiles at me, his lips covered in cum, and then takes one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it dry.
I place both my hands on his jaw and pull him into me; supporting myself with his hands on my knees, he reaches for my mouth with his own. He lets his tongue out, his own juices covering it. Instead of simply kissing him, I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck on it, letting him feed me his cum.
I close my eyes as my brain processes his salty and manly flavor, but there’s also a hint of my juices there, a remnant of me squirting all over his face. Oh, I feel dirty, and it feels so damn good to be dirty.
His lips brush against mine then, and I open my eyes, a gentle smile dawning on me. I’m still in a trance, not sure if everything that happened wasn’t just a dream or an illusion.
Where has this guy been all of my life?
136
Derek
My eyes snap open and I look at the bedside clock. It's 6:35 am. I've never been one to sleep in. I'm an early riser. I can't help it. I have a morning routine that involves coffee, checking urgent email, making a mental checklist for the day, and exercise.
It never involves … a woman in my bed.
And yet, here she is. Alicia. I look over and see that this isn't going to be a normal morning. There's a sliver of sunlight dancing across a tuft of her blonde hair that's poking out from the comforter.
A tinge of unease hits me. Do I check my email, or do I lie here and wait for her to wake up? Fuck. Do I drape my arm around her, or do I stick to my side of the bed? It might sound ridiculous, but this is new territory for me, so don't laugh.
But none of that matters because before I can even make a decision, I see her stir. She pulls the comforter down, opens her eyes, and smiles.
"What time is it?" she asks.
"It's early. A little after 6:30."
"Oh, I need to leave," she says, sitting up. The comforter slides down and for a quick moment, her perfect, naked breasts are exposed. She quickly grabs the comforter in both hands and pulls it back up to cover herself.
I smile. Just that one peak of her nakedness has made my cock twitch. She thinks I didn't notice.
"Someone's in a hurry. You have to leave right this minute?" I ask.
"Yeah, I have to get to Carter Jeffries soon. I can't be late," she says. "And besides, I'm sure you have a busy day… whatever it is that you do."
"It's only as busy as I want it to be," I say, testing the waters. Will she elect to stay or go? You'd think after the marathon sex session we had last night that my cock wouldn't be twitching in my pants right now, right? Well, that's wrong.
"Oka
y, well, I'm not sure what this is, but—"
I cut her off. "This is us having a good time," I say.
"Right—a good time. I had a nice night. I'll go ahead and grab my things."
By her tone and body language, it's obvious she's never had a one-night stand before. She starts reaching for her clothes that were scattered around various corners of the room last night, and I pat the bed.
"Come here," I say.
She smiles and sits down next to me. I reach up and stroke her cheek.
"I'm not letting you leave yet," I say. I pull her down onto the bed next to me and bring my lips to hers. A soft moan escapes from her mouth, and I nibble on her neck.
"I really … should … probably go," she manages to say in between me kissing her neck, but her words don't match her body language, and I'm unconvinced.
"Well, that's too bad," I say, joking. I get up and stand next to the bed. I'm naked and my manhood is standing fully erect, like a giant fucking totem pole. She can't look at it without blushing. "If you leave now, you'll miss all of this."
She looks down at my cock and blushes before looking back at my face. I start walking to the bathroom, and as my back is turned I say, "Or you can come join me."
I turn on the shower, allowing the glass doors to steam up. Within a moment I hear her approach. I turn and see her standing in the doorway. She's naked except for her pink lace thong, which she hooks with one finger and slowly pulls down over her hips and thighs. She has a soft smile on her face as she walks toward me.
My cock is already throbbing. She's so fucking stunning. I've had my fair share of women, but there's something about Alicia that I can't get enough of. No other woman has turned me on as much as she does.
"You win," she says.
I reach over and place one hand on her lower back and bring her body close to mine until her soft breasts are pressed against my body. I reach over and slide the glass door to the shower open and she follows me in. The warm water cascades all around us.
I cup her breasts in my hands and lean down, placing one in my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around her nipple and then gently tug on it with my teeth.
"Oh, God," she moans. And I allow my mouth to travel further down from her breasts and down her flat stomach, down to her inner thighs. The lower I get, I can detect a slight shiver in her body. There's an eagerness that spurs me on, and I lean in, pressing my mouth to her pussy as she leans back into the shower wall.
She grabs my hair, raking her fingers through it.
I nude her legs further apart and she eagerly complies. I could taste her for hours, but now I just want to fuck her. It has become a primal need.
"Turn around," I command her, standing up. She now has both hands on the wall, her ass toward me and she's letting out soft moans.
I align myself with her entrance and she presses herself into me. She's so wet that my cock slides in, but she's tight, so I start off slow. I take my time until I'm in up to my hilt.
"You want this?" I ask, stopping for a moment.
"Mmm yes," she purrs.
"Say it."
"Yes, I want it."
"Say it again. This time like you mean it."
"I want it," she moans. "Fuck me, Derek."
Hearing those words spurs me on like never before. I slide in and out of her with each new thrust, my pace quickening. I feel her wetness coating my cock and I thrust faster and with new intensity. I can feel my balls slapping against her thighs and she reaches down, grabbing my balls in one hand and fingering her clit with the other.
"Oh god," she screams, her pussy tightening around me. She throws her head back and I place my mouth on her exposed throat. She moves her hands to my arms and grabs hold of me as an orgasm courses through her entire body. Feeling her tight spasms takes me to the edge and I can't hold it any longer. I shoot ropes of cum inside of her as her pussy continues to milk my cock.
I lean in and give her another kiss. "That's one way to jumpstart a morning," I smile.
"Yeah, that was pretty good."
I raise one eyebrow. "Pretty good? Is that all?"
"Okay, it was great," she giggles.
We step out of the shower and towel off.
"I better get to work for real this time," she says. "I can't afford to be late to work. But I'd like to do this again sometime—I—I mean, if you want to. Or if you don't, that's fine too."
"I'd like that," I smile. It's almost cute the way she's trying to remain aloof—to not wear her heart on her sleeve, but I can see right through it. She's enjoying this, and I am too.
I lean in and give her one more kiss. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.
"Of course, anything," she says.
"It's about Carter Jeffries. I know you're headed there now, and this has to remain between you and I."
"Cross my heart," she says, placing one hand on her chest. "You can tell me anything."
"Someone is embezzling money from me," I say. "And I believe it's from someone at Carter Jeffries."
137
Alicia
"So, do you think that I like don't notice you're so totally wearing the same clothes as you were yesterday?" Ashley asks me as we both grab our chicken rice from the food truck on the corner of 52nd and Park Avenue.
Okay, when I say food truck, I mean one of those chicken and lamb over rice kind of places.
And yes, I totally heard what Ashley just said to me, okay?
But I mean, what am I going to say in response to that?
"Yo, Earth to Alicia," Ashley says, as she looks in my direction as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's building. "Are you even listening to me, or are you in like some weird billionaire sex coma?"
Okay. I need to figure out what to say to make her stop.
"Ash, we really gotta stop eating food like this for lunch, girl," I tell her and give her a pout. "Not when we're doing Pilates that leaves us so not able to walk the next day."
"Yeah for reals, I'm surprised you're walking on both feet after your night with Mr. Billionaire," Ashley retorts.
Oh my God. This is insane.
I sigh loudly but she doesn't let up.
"Oh my God Alicia, I can't believe you're not telling me what happened," Ashley says, as we both start digging into the delectable pieces of grilled chicken and lamb over a bed of rice and onions. "I'm like your bestie and you can't even confide in me?"
Aw. Maybe she's right.
"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. "He took me upstairs to his hotel room, okay?"
Fine?
That's the word I came up with?
Little does she know how much I'm so holding back. How last night was like...
"Fine?" Ashley asks in between mouthfuls. "Like Mr. Super Hot Billionaire and you end up having drinks at super chi-chi Upper East Side bar and all you can come up with is, 'he took you upstairs to his room'?"
The look of incredulity on her face is very, very real. It would probably be really like heart wrenching if she wasn't busy chewing mouthfuls of chicken.
"Okay, babe," I say to her, resigned to having to spill the beans, but also kinda relieved. "Yes, if you wanna know, we totally went to his room and fucked."
"I knew it!" Ashley exclaims with triumph. I don't know at what, but her eyes are twinkling. "Tell me everything!"
I guess I'm sorta glad that she gives me like a few seconds to scoop up as much food into my mouth as possible. I mean, she does the same thing.
Yeah, we really shouldn't be eating this. It's like fine now when we're young probably, but like in ten years this is going to be like the reason I have no thigh gap.
But in the meantime, what do I tell Ashley now?
"I mean," I start out not really sure what to say. "He pulled out his cock. He stuck it in my pussy. We came. You know, like sex."
Ashley rolls her eyes. "I mean, did he have a nice cock?" she asks me. "Was it big? OMG did it have tattoos?"
What the fuck? I'm not just thinking that, either.
/> "What the fuck?" I ask her. "Why would he tattoo his dick?"
"Was it big?" she keeps asking.
Oh my God it was so huge. I could bounce on that thing all day, you know? I dunno if I should tell Ashley that; I mean, she's my friend but I sound like such a slut when I think how much I can't stop thinking about his cock.
"Wow Alicia, just the starry look on your face tells me all I need to know," Ashley says, finishing up the last of her food and closing the container and still somehow staring at me. "You look like you just want to be such a slut for his cock."
I'm about to protest, but I look at the time. Shit. I have a meeting with Nadia.
"I gotta go, babe," I tell Ashley, finishing up the rest of my food in several quick gulps. Ashley looks a bit surprised.
"Hey Alicia, it's okay," she says. "I'm actually happy for you, babe. You know that right?"
I look over. There is genuine concern and care for me. We're like sisters. We may tease each other mercilessly, but at the end of the day, having Ashley in New York City makes the big city feel so much smaller.
"I know babe, but I have a meeting with my manager in like 5 minutes," I tell Ashley as I get up.
"Okay," she says. "Try to not think about billionaire cock all day, babe," she tells me and smirks. I guess that's her form of goodbye.
Whatever. My mind has already switched back into work mode as I cross the street toward where the Carter Jeffries headquarters sits.
I mean, I wonder why Nadia called me in for a meeting. I'm thinking about it every step of the way. Even in the elevator. And with each step to her office.
"Alicia, good you're here," Nadia says getting up from her desk when I step foot in her office. She walks over and closes the door as I sit down. "We only have half an hour so I'll keep this brief," she says.
I nod. Most internal meetings usually last for half an hour nowadays. Everyone is always so stressed out with too much to do.
