Just A Man (The Porter Trilogy Book 1)

by Shannon Youngblood

  I hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t moving until he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “That’s number one in a long line of many to come. Come with me, Charlie.”

  He pulled out tenderly, leaving me feeling empty, even though I’d just had the most mind blowing experience of my life and I was still riding the ever present waves of bliss. He pushed back into me with slow precision, making my body confused with fullness and pleasure. He was keeping my orgasm going with light strokes over my clit. The sensation was too much and not enough at the same time.

  He pulled out again, just his tip still inside of me. I braced myself for another slow drawl forward when he surprised me and slammed into me, once, twice, three times. Before I could scream out, he took my mouth into his and swallowed any sound that would have come out. We were a frenzied mess of tongues and lips while he continued to pound into me. His hands found my hair and pulled, releasing my lips and pushing my breasts into his face. He quickly latched onto one tight bud, pulling another cry from my lips.

  I could feel a slow building, starting again, from deep within me. It reminded me of a train you can barely make out way down the tracks. You know it’s there, you know it’s coming, but you can’t gauge how fast it’s going before it mows you down. My body started to tense when he released my nipple and slowed down, gradually making my orgasm train slow down as well.

  “Faster Alex, please, go faster.” I arched my hips up, trying to draw him deeper into me, to rekindle the fire within me. I needed another release.

  “God, Charlie, you’re so fucking tight. If I don’t slow down, this is going to be over before were both ready. Look at me,” he barked.

  I opened my eyes and looked into his. They were glossed over, and, once my eyes were locked onto his, they couldn’t be pried away. The passion in his eyes held my gaze as we rocked in a steady rhythm.

  He placed his arms around my lower back, swiftly and effortlessly switching positions with me, him on his back and me straddling him, all the while never losing our connection, him buried deep inside me. I almost considered not moving, just staying like this. But I needed the friction.

  I placed my hands on his stomach and raised myself up before hurtling myself down on him. My normal reaction would have been to throw my head back and moan with utter pleasure, but my eyes were glued to his. His passion filled, liquid gaze spurring me on and encouraging me to take charge.

  With his hands on my hips, I lifted myself again and dropped down. It took us a few moments, but we eventually caught on to a rhythm of steady up and downs. His hands stayed on hips, guiding me. My breasts bounced and his eyes locked on mine, never blinking. Out of instinct, I moved my hand from his stomach to find my tight nub at the joining of our bodies. He finally took a moment to break our eye contact as he looked down to see what I was doing.

  When he saw me rubbing tight circles around my clit, he growled and took over the pounding rhythm, grabbing my hips, keeping me still, and slamming up into me while my fingers continued my onslaught.

  The train was getting closer and I could feel my internal muscles grabbing at him, milking him. My fingers picked up the pace, trying to hurtle myself into oblivion. All of a sudden, he stopped moving and smacked my hand away.

  Again, my orgasm was kept on the precipice of some unseeing cliff, unable to climb over, and I wanted to scream out my frustrations until his fingers took the place of mine, not as hard, but there, circling.

  “You’ll come under my touch, when I’m ready for it to happen,” his strained voice told me, as he continued his feather light touch.

  “Please, Alex, I can’t take much more!” I pleaded, tossing my head back and closing my eyes.

  “You can, Charlie, and you will! Give me your eyes. I need to see your eyes as I make you come all over my cock.”

  I obliged his demand and sought out his hot ambers while he continued stroking me outside as his cock stroked my insides. His breathing was ragged and his chest pumped up and down, trying to swallow as much oxygen as his lungs would allow. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to slow down the impending detonation.

  After a few moments, his pace increased. He was slamming into me with wild abandon and rubbing my clit in wide circles. I was beginning to develop tunnel vision, but my eyes never left his. I could feel him swell to an even bigger size within me.

  “Are you ready, Charlotte? Come now!” he commanded, rubbing against me harder.

  His words and his fingers were my undoing as I watched myself free fall down into the ocean of pleasure, drinking in the sensations flooding in his eyes. He came at the same time, screaming my name and bucking underneath me. His hardness pulsated as he ejected his load into the condom. My insides were gripping him, trying to drain every drop of his release, while still quivering from their own intense climax.

  When I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, I fell forward onto his slick chest with his arms wrapped around my back. His heartbeat sounded more like a hummingbird’s wings, and I couldn’t make out a single solitary beat. Just wild fluttering. I kissed his chest through my rapid breathing, tasting the salt from his skin.

  We laid like that for a while, just absorbing the feel of each other and bringing our bodies down from paradise. He was still nestled deep in me, and he was still mostly hard. I’d never felt so sated and content in my life and I didn’t want it to end. I was falling for him. I knew I was. The thought made me tense up a little. I tried to relax, but the thought scared the ever living shit out of me.

  “Charlotte, what’s wrong?” he said, noticing the change in my body.

  I couldn’t tell him the truth. He’d laugh in my face and call me a ‘typical woman’. He wasn’t ready for that, and frankly, neither was I. I figured this was a conversation I might need to have him with anyways, so I’d just tell him about my infertility instead.

  “You know how you asked me if I was on the pill? Well, I’m not, because I can’t get pregnant. I don’t want to talk about it, but I just thought you should know. I’m also clean.” My words came out just above a whisper as I reached the end of my rant.

  “I’m clean too and, if you’d like, I can prove it,” he said, while stroking my spine, starting at my nape and traveling down to my lower back. He was trying to soothe me, which warmed my heart even more.

  I shook my head at him, I trusted him with my body implicitly, I only wished I could trust him that much with my heart. It didn’t matter if he was clean anyway. I had no intentions of doing that again, because as much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t trust my own heart either.

  Chapter 15

  “Charlotte, wake up,” his quiet voice startled me awake. How long had I been sleeping? I tried to scramble off his chest but he kept his grip around my waist, pinning me down. I didn’t want to leave his warmth, but I needed some distance.

  “Hey, Hey, you’re ok, you only dozed for a few minutes. You looked peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

  He continued stroking my back and running his fingers through my long hair, humming a tune I wasn’t familiar with. He was right, I was feeling peaceful. I didn’t want it to end, but I needed to get home.

  “I should probably get going. It’s a long drive home.” I said, attempting to sit up.

  He sighed and released my waist, the connection between us officially gone. I felt cold, and, even though I was still laying on him, I felt alone. I didn’t like the feeling at all, and I didn’t like the distant look growing in Alex’s eyes. He was shutting down and pulling away. I hated it, but I needed it.

  “Yes, I guess you’re right,” he said, pushing himself, and me, into a sitting position to lean against the headboard. “I have some work to get to that my personal assistant so sweetly hand delivered.” He gave me a wink, trying to lighten the mood, and I blushed.

  I scrambled off of him, fully and embarrassingly aware I was naked. I tried grabbing the sheet, but he was laying on it, and I wasn’t about to play tug-o-war while completely nude
. I grabbed my clothing off of the floor and headed into the bathroom.

  As I closed the door I heard him chuckle and say, “You can take a shower if you’d like. Towels are in the closet on the left.”

  The heat of the water felt amazing, and the fact that it was spraying me from every angle was bliss. How was I ever going to take a one headed shower again? I didn’t have any of my own personal toiletries with me, so I settled for using his. His black loofah was hanging from a hook, next to his bodywash. I wasn’t going to wash my hair., but my body definitely needed a good scrub down. As I squirted the gel into the loofah, the familiar smell of Alex assaulted my nostrils, and the fact that I would smell like him for the rest of the day assaulted my heart.

  I turned off the tap and stepped out, grabbing the towel I had hung on the outside hook. I, again, had no panties to wear and I’d have to make due with just my pants. I didn’t relish the idea. When I glanced over to where I had set my clothes, they were gone. In their place I found a pair of black boxer briefs, my bra, and, stacked neatly on top, a note. I strolled over, hands clutching my towel, to pick up the note.

  I’m sorry for ruining your undergarments again.

  Please accept these in trade.

  I have a feeling I’ll be giving you a lot of my boxers. :)

  -A

  I couldn’t help but smile at his presumption. I knew I shouldn’t be smiling. I shouldn’t even be considering another night with him. Maybe if he wasn’t my boss, I could just stay away from him, but he was my boss, and he had a way of crawling into my head and making me forget myself.

  I slipped on his boxers and glided them up my hips. They were soft and clung to my curves. I imagined him in them and smiled. I put my bra back on and stepped into the mirror. With my hair now pulled down it took on its’ own wild abandon, cascading down my back. My face was still a little flushed and my lips were swollen. I looked older, but not in a bad way. Just a little more sophisticated, I guess.

  I opened the door to the bedroom and found Alex leaning up against the headboard, exactly as I had left him, even though I knew he’d been out of bed to bring me new under garments. He looked me up and down in an appreciative manner before giving me a wide smile.

  “I do believe that the good people of Los Angeles would frown upon the lack of clothing you have chosen. I personally believe that, within these walls, you are wearing quite acceptable attire,” he ended on a smirk.

  “Where are my clothes, Alex?” I said, looking around and scanning the floor for them. “I really need to go home, but I do appreciate your gift,” I whispered, blushing, and looked down at the boxers he gave me.

  He pushed off the bed, and I noted that he was wearing the same pair of boxers as me, which gave me a slight thrill. He was so gorgeous and I’d just had wicked awesome sex with him. As he drew nearer to me, the hairs on my arms raised, my heartbeat quickened, and I felt my breathing grow shallow. The effect he had on me never failed to surprise me. I’d just had him, but I could go for round two in a heartbeat.

  “You feel it too, don’t you, Charlotte?” he said, pulling me into his arms. “You feel the electricity between us. Don’t deny it.”

  “I do feel it. it scares me.” I said, burying my head in his chest. I wasn’t just scared, I was petrified.

  “Me too,” he whispered.

  We stood there for a few minutes, just hanging on to each other, before I pulled back, looked up, and gave him a timid smile. I reiterated my question, “Where are my clothes, Alex?”

  He sighed and stepped back towards the bed, grabbing my shirt and my pants from under the pillow. When he handed them to me, I made quick work of putting them on. He just watched me, perched on the side of the bed, studying me, taking me all in. I tried to ignore him, but I knew he probably saw the color rise and fall from my cheeks more than once, every time I remembered part of our encounter.

  After I was ready to go, I looked over, waiting to see if he would make a move to walk or escort me out. He was looking at the floor and scowling. When I didn’t see anything of importance on the floor, I looked back up, but his head was still bent.

  Reaching for the door handle, I turned my head and whispered, “Goodbye, Mr. Porter” before I walked out, closed the door, and headed for the elevator. Our one night was over, and I prayed I had the resistance to leave it at one.

  **********

  I got home shortly after 8:30pm. The traffic was thankfully light, being that it was after rush hour. My emotions were mixed up and I was bone-tired. I wanted to jump in the shower and rinse his smell from me. It had taunted me my entire drive home, but it had also comforted me, and I was hesitant to rid my body of it just yet. I was so torn that, when I finally managed to get into the apartment, notice the absence of my roommate, and get to my room, I flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.

  I woke up, my room shrouded in darkness. I knew it had to have been late. When I glanced at my phone, I confirmed it was 1am. I also saw I had a text message. I knew who it was without having to open it, but I opened it anyway.

  From- Alex Porter (310) 555-7481

  8:40pm

  I hope that you and my undergarments made it home safely. I had a great time, Charlotte. Thank you.

  -A

  I giggled a little, remembering that I was, in fact, wearing his underwear, and was surrounded by his sandalwood scent. I took a mental check of myself, and found out I was a little sore, but a pleasing kind of sore.

  I wanted to text him back but it was late. Oh well, I thought. If he’s asleep he’ll get my text in the morning.

  To- Alex Porter (310) 555-7481

  2:08am

  Your Armani boxers and I made it home safe and sound and then passed out. I had a rigorous workout after work that drained me. I’m sorry this is late. Sleep well.

  -Charlotte

  I put my phone back on the bedside, not expecting a text back this late, but was surprised when my phone alerted me to a message almost immediately.

  From- Alex Porter (310) 555-7481

  2:09am

  It’s funny you mention “workouts.” I, too was engaged in a physical test of endurance this evening, which left me spent. My workout partner was quite demanding of me.

  -A

  I couldn’t help but respond. He was being so playful, which is the opposite of everything I have grown to know about Alex Porter. He didn’t do text banter and funny. He was rigid and strict.

  To- Alex Porter (310) 555-7481

  2:11am

  Who are you, and what have you done with my formal curt boss?

  -Charlotte

  It didn’t take long for another message to ping on my phone. I immediately wished I could go back in time and retract my last statement.

  From- Alex Porter (310) 555-7481

  2:12am

  I assure you Miss Hightower, He is still present. Good Evening. I will see you at work tomorrow.

  -Alex Porter

  I shut my phone off without replying. Alex was back to his normal self in the span of two minutes and one text message. I didn’t know what in my message warranted the extreme flip in his mood, but I was going to have to use extreme caution in the future when texting him, monitoring every word.

  I heaved a sigh as I discarded my clothes, and Alex’s boxers, and headed for the hot shower to rinse away Alex from my body. I needed to smell my own vanilla to stop the sandalwood from clouding my overwrought brain and strangling my growing heart.

  Chapter 16

  I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to face the day, and I certainly didn’t want to face him. I spent a majority of my night dreaming of him. I woke up multiple times, panting and aching, with a need I’d never felt before. Alex had awoken something inside me that had been dormant for many years and I was terrified of the things I was currently feeling.

  I crawled out of bed, donned a robe, and made my way to the coffee pot. Thank God that Danny had started the timer on the pot the night before, because I wasn’t
sure I had the strength to make a pot. I poured myself a cup and sat at the table, going over the events of the night before.

  His ever changing and sudden mood swings were giving me quite the migraine. Did he want me? Or was I just some convenient girl to ‘stick his dick into’, as Sarah had so eloquently put it. I had a hard time believing that. He had been so gentle with me after our round in between the sheets. But I guessed he could be that way with any girl. On the flip side, he had told me I was important enough to bring to his bedroom, so that had to account for something, right?

  I shook my head, trying to get rid of my confusing thoughts. I wasn’t going to figure anything out by sitting at home moping, and, as much as I didn’t want to face him, I really did want to see him. So, with a last gulp of coffee and a new resolve, I wandered back into my bathroom to get ready for another day at work with Alex Porter.

  **********

  As a preemptive strike, I went to Starbucks first for his coffee. I could always count on more than a grunt when I brought his coffee first thing. When I stepped off onto our floor, I knew instantly he was there. I could feel him. Even past the dark glass doors of his office, my skin could feel that he was near. After last night, that seemed to multiply in intensity.

  I dropped my purse in my desk and buzzed him. When he permitted me entrance, I took a deep breath and pushed open his door. Unlike the last time I had been in his office, the blinds were open letting in the beautiful morning sun. Glancing at Alex, I noticed he looked marvelous and breathtaking, as always. Today, I had decided on a shorter pencil skirt in slate gray and a cream colored silk shirt, and I had left my hair down. I knew he liked it down and, in an effort to get on his good side, I decided to forgo by normal bun. He looked at me appreciatively before refocusing on the stack of papers on his desk.