by Rowena
Her palm slides down my rippling abs, and while she’s still touching my muscles, she looks back up at my face, her brown eyes liquid pools of desire.
My cock gets even harder, almost painfully so.
Between her evident desire, her breathtaking beauty, the heat of her body, and her aromas enveloping me, I can feel the beginning of losing control.
If I don’t get a handle on myself, I’ll ruin the pretty lace with my bare hands and bury myself deep in her wet pussy before she realizes what’s happening.
I don’t want to take her wildly and quickly—I want to savor this moment between us, stretch it out as long as possible.
I had no idea I’d get this chance again, and I want to make the most of it.
But at the rate lust is surging through my body, I better find a way to calm down soon.
When her hand leaves me to start removing her bra, I say, “Leave it on,” then command her to lie on her back on the bed.
She obeys, and I see that her panties are soaked through.
Fuck.
She is so ready for me, but not yet…
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before climbing into the bed with her.
I slide her panties down gently, and as her slick pussy lips are exposed, my cock almost takes the reins again, but I close my eyes once more as I bring my head between her legs, taking in her delicate scent before darting out my tongue and licking her pussy lips, making her jump.
In no time, she’s writhing helplessly as I eat her, panting and moaning and driving me crazier and crazier with her desperate feminine sounds and slick opening calling to me.
I’m barely there for a minute when she whispers, “I’m going to come!”
“Not yet you won’t,” I say as I move to strip my bottoms off, my cock free at last and fully in charge.
I climb over her again, this time, lining up our body parts so that I’m poised to take her, planted between her open legs, my cock pointing at her drenched slit.
I rub the tip of my cock in her juices, teasing her petals for just a moment before finding her warm wet hole and pushing my way inside her tight pussy.
She cries out with an arch of her back, and I suddenly notice she managed to take her bra off without me noticing, her round tits and hard nipples begging for a lick.
I oblige them, bending to take one boob in my mouth, flickering my tongue over her nipple while her snug pussy grips me comfortably.
I indulge the other boob, licking and sucking, then I pull away from her chest to gaze into her brown eyes as I start moving, lifting my stiff cock out only to slam it back inside her over and over and over again.
I ride her juicy pussy hard, sliding in and out of her welcoming cavern, realizing I don’t have a chance in hell of drawing this out as long as I wanted to as she writhes and moans delightfully, meeting my thrusts every now and then, her beautiful breasts jiggling with my hard thrusts.
“Oh…my…god…Jaxson…”
I realize what’s happening as her body tightens around me, her hands gripping my muscular forearms as I plow her mercilessly.
I lower my head, bringing my lips to hers to kiss her as her body climbs to the edge, my tongue plundering her mouth, my dick pounding her pussy until she’s pulsing all over me, her powerful orgasmic cry swallowed by my mouth, her pussy clamping down on my engorged cock.
I’m done for, thrusting a few more times as I come hard, throwing my head back and letting out a climactic roar as I blast cum inside her.
I remain frozen for a few more moments, my still-hard cock plugged into her still-pulsing warm pussy, our heated flesh throbbing against each other as we drown each other in juices.
“Fuck,” I say as I finally collapse on top of her, my climax enhanced by the sweet aftermath of her soft body pressed against mine, her soft tits delightful against my firm chest.
She wraps her arms around me, and another type of warmth floods me.
We silently hold each other as we come down from our orgasms, hearts pounding against each other, breathing into each other’s ears.
I can’t remember the last time something felt so right.
Actually, I definitely can—about ten years ago.
“No, I promise!… Don’t hurt him, please… I’ll give you everything… I can get it—I’ll get the money!”
I turn to a sleeping but vocal Candace in alarm.
What the hell is she talking about?
I know she’s dreaming, but she’s clearly being haunted by something she refuses to tell me about while awake, so I can’t help but think she’s being tortured by it right now—something that follows her to sleep.
I’m not surprised it has to do with money—she already told me about all the troubles she’s had in that area.
Even if she hadn’t, the fact that she showed up looking for a job so far beneath her qualifications would have clued me in.
We’ve talked a bit about her bills, but what’s so bad it’s giving her nightmares now? Who has terrifying dreams about an unpaid credit card?
Then it hits me—someone she owes is actually threatening her.
The way she just sounded, she’s not dreaming of any old collector—her home’s been raided by government agents, for crying out loud—she has dealt with scary feds.
So what’s getting to her isn’t some legal, official debt collector; she’s probably got a loan shark on her hands.
I hold her tightly in my arms and she eventually settles down while my mind races for a while, processing what to do about the next phase.
10
Candace
We obviously had to get that out of our system, I think as daylight reaches behind my eyelids, and everything slowly comes back to me as I awaken.
I’m in my new bed in my new apartment, but Jaxson’s heady scent is still here, the impression he made in the bed sheets next to me adding to the evidence that what I remember sharing with him wasn’t some dream, though he’s nowhere in sight.
The smell of cooking eggs registers and my brain figures he must be in the kitchen making breakfast.
I feel a momentary shyness—I’m completely naked, with evidence of him having been inside my body, having come inside me—apparent.
I can even still feel him on my inner walls—it has been so long since sharing a bed, but also, Jaxson’s huge.
Crap, I didn’t get to tell him I’m not on the pill, we didn’t get to...
“Hungry?”
Jaxson’s partially-clothed, muscular body is suddenly filling the door frame, an irresistible half-smile on his face, a tray of breakfast items in his hands.
He looks so handsome, his body so sculpted, his eyes so warm and seemingly full of affection.
Is this actually real?
I pinch myself beneath the sheet and whisper an “ow.”
“You okay?” he asks, his brows furrowing.
“Yeah, I just... I can’t believe we’re here.”
“Me neither. But I do believe the growls of our stomachs. Let’s eat.”
He settles in next to me and we eat and drink in contented silence, sliding affectionate glances at each other.
My chest swells more and more with uncontrollable emotion so that, by the time he joins me in the shower and starts to bathe me, it explodes with irrepressible love.
As I start getting ready for work, it seems Jaxson prepared for an occasion such as this—he has no issues at all with getting ready at my place, his clothing options delivered to my door.
It feels strange yet natural to have him here, for us to be getting ready for our day together.
Jaxson drives us to the office, reminding me I’m getting a company car assigned and that I’ll be driving out home with it today to use as needed—business and personal.
We grab coffees before heading up to his office—or our office, I guess, since he plans to seat me in a corner of it.
“Jaxson, about last night…”
He holds up a hand. “You will shadow Melody
again today until lunch. At that time, we’ll discuss things further. In the meantime, the usual rules apply. You are never to call me Jaxson here.”
A sharp pain jabs me on the left side of my chest.
He sounds so business-like all of a sudden! Not at all like we’d spent a blissful night in each others’ arms.
Well, blissful outside of a few bothersome dreams.
I don’t really remember the content of them, but I felt uneasy, the details escaping me before I could pin down the subject matter.
“Yes, sir,” I say quietly, still recovering from the sting of his crisp manner.
I feel like everyone’s looking at me a bit differently as I go about the office with Melody, and I start wondering if I have something hanging from my nose or sitting in the corner of my mouth.
I even check my top to make sure I’ve buttoned it correctly.
Everything seems fine on me, but something is definitely wrong.
When I pop into the office kitchen while Melody chats up one of our coworkers, I’m relieved to find it completely empty.
But I only get to be free of the oppressive atmosphere for a few seconds before the door swings open.
I brace myself.
I’m happy to see it’s Tamara—a girl who gives me a warm smile every time our gazes meet.
I always get the feeling she and I could be friends, but considering how much of my time Jaxson’s been taking up, I haven’t had the opportunity to explore much.
“Hey,” she says warily, her eyes meeting mine then looking away.
She heads for the water cooler and plucks a cone-shaped cup from the stack next to it then starts filling it with cold water.
“Listen, I figure you should know—someone’s been spreading some... unflattering rumors about you,” she continues.
Melody—it’s got to be her.
“About your... relationship with Mr. Pace. The nature of your real job.”
Let me guess—Melody’s been painting me as a raging slut, the resident prostitute.
“Which is…?” I ask innocently.
She shrugs. “Sort of a live-in concubine?” She gives a nervous laugh. “Something like that anyway. I don’t believe it—you don’t seem the type. But I thought you should know.”
“Thanks for the heads up; I was definitely wondering what had happened. I could tell something had changed around here.”
“So what exactly is the deal?” she asks, looking more relaxed as she sips her water.
I briefly wonder if she’s actually here to tease more info out of me to share with everyone.
Then I realize that, even if she was, this is my chance to get my side out there.
“Mr. Pace and I aren’t together, but we knew each other in our youth—we met as teenagers. I guess that’s the familiarity Melody’s sensing. Anyway, I assure you that my job here is real; in fact, I think she’s just miffed because I now have her job, even though she’s been promoted as far as I’ve heard.”
“And because of the way Mr. Pace looks at you,” Tamara says knowingly.
“Excuse me?”
“Melody likes him, as any other straight, single—and sometimes married—woman who comes here would. I’m happily married myself, so I never had designs on him, but I think she’s threatened by you. She’s had her eyes on him a while, but he hasn’t given her the time of day from what I can tell. So watch your back.”
“I appreciate it, but why are you telling me this? You’ve worked with her longer.”
She shrugs again. “That type of woman—one vicious enough to spread harmful rumors—is a threat to all of us; she’s no one’s friend.”
She slides me one last friendly half-smile before dumping her conical cup and heading out.
Not long after she exits, Melody enters, heading straight for the fridge.
She pulls out a small bottle of fruit juice, takes a swig, then levels her gaze at me.
“He’s hot, isn’t he?” she says with a smile.
I quickly realize it’s not a conspiratorial smile with a gossip inflection to it; it’s not real or warm. Her smile is pasted on—her grayish eyes sort of hard as she awaits my answer.
“Jaxson’s a great-looking man…”
“Jaxson?” she says in a sort of outraged voice. Then she coughs a laugh. “You guys are on a first name basis already?”
This time, I slide her a smile, but I try to infuse it with warmth. “Well, since it’s the two of us here, I figure it’s cool,” I say. “Do you get to call him ‘Mr. Pace’ or ‘sir?’”
She ignores my attempt at an olive branch and her fake smile disappears.
“Did you fuck him for the job?” she asks in a lower voice, narrowing her eyes.
“No! I... Wait, that’s none of your business! Even if I had—which I didn’t—why do you care?”
“Because he and I have sort of a thing, so…”
She shrugs, inviting me to fill in the gaps.
“I see,” I say, not quite believing what she wants me to believe.
It doesn’t stop a bolt of jealousy from flashing through me, however.
“I’m just saying, feel free to look at him—I mean, he’s super hot so I can’t blame anyone for seeing that and appreciating it. It’s just…”
“You’ve staked your claim,” I finish for her and she nods.
“Like I said, he and I have sort of a thing, so if you can just respect that…”
“Well, if he agrees with you, I’ll be sure to,” I say with a smile that definitely isn’t friendly.
Jaxson told me he doesn’t cheat so either he’s lying or she is, and though I might not know this new Jaxson as well as I knew the old one, I’ll certainly give new Jaxson the benefit of the doubt over some thirsty gossipmonger, despite the way he’s been blowing hot and cold.
Besides, I have other concerns right now—far more important ones with bigger consequences: the next installment to the loan shark is due in four days.
I haven’t figured out how to handle the next due date since my first payday is in about a week and a half, and yet I can’t breathe a word of this to anyone—my family has been threatened, and even though they’ve disowned me, I can’t let them become victims of my colossal mess.
I realize I need to seriously consider taking Jaxson up on his offer of an advance.
The only problem is that he’ll probably get pushier about why I need the money so badly, and I don’t need him all up in my business like that.
However, it doesn’t look like I’ll have much of a choice; how else am I supposed to cobble together all that money in a few days?
11
Jaxson
When Candace returns to my office for our noon lunch appointment, she looks uncomfortable—although that’s not completely surprising considering what we’ve been going through the past few days.
But she seems to be on the verge of asking something she’s not sure how to ask.
I watch her work through her inner conflicts through her body language—still so goddamned familiar—and I witness the moment she steels herself to follow through.
She turns to me.
“I have changed my mind, sir. You offered me an advance for outstanding debts and I’d like to take you up on that.”
She looks embarrassed, unable to look me in the eye.
Part of me is momentarily horrified she might have actually planned all of this—that she has been the master seducer, placing herself in my path in order to get to my money.
I’ve dated way too many women hoping to do the same, most of whom aren’t savvy or subtle about their intent, even though I usually make my stance very clear—they won’t make out with a red cent. Sure, they’ll get to stay in nice hotel rooms and eat expensive dinners, perhaps even enjoy a trip to a Pacific island, but they get nothing that can be re-invested.
A good time is worth paying for, sure, but no pussy is worth paying for directly.
I’m usually the player—not the played—although I r
ealize Candace is an exception. I wouldn’t mind being played by her; in fact, I’d do anything for her, even now. My only fear is having her play with my heart again.
“How much do you need and when?”
She’s really nervous now, evidenced by the fiddling of her hem skirt.
The amount she states makes my eyebrows raise.
“Okay, you need to tell me more, Candace.”
“Please don’t make me. I promised I wouldn’t.”
I say nothing, processing everything she’s given me so far—awake and asleep.
I’m quite certain she’s being hit up for cash by some lowlife her ex-husband got involved with.
It’s been a while since being involved in that world, but I haven’t exactly left it behind.
Born in a trailer park, surrounded by hustlers for the first half of my life, I got used to the social underbelly quickly, and on my way to the top of the financial food chain, I took a number of detours, scenic routes.
Candace might have no idea what she’s really dealing with, but whoever’s shaking her up for money doesn’t know who they’re dealing with either.
Unfortunately for them, they mess with Candace, they mess with me.
I just need to track down which outfit she got stuck with. I can use my old connections from there.
“You really expect me to hand over a huge advance without you telling me more?”
“Absolutely, sir. As my boss, it is not for you to know why. Now, will you help me or not? Sir?”
I suppress a smile. “I will. But I ask one thing in return. Well, perhaps two.”
She looks at me expectantly, blinking with exaggerated doe eyes.
“That you at least consider telling me more—perhaps later tonight at dinner—as Jaxson, not your boss.”
She tries and fails to fight off a small smile as she nods curtly.
Our lunchtime is delayed by about ten minutes, but the details of the advance terms are quickly worked out and we go on our merry way.
Once again, Melody is out to lunch when we return, so Candace is stuck in my office for a bit.
