by Latham, D
"Thanks.......is that all?" I said brightly, hoping to shut him down. He was making me nervous. The way he looked at me reminded me of a cat looking at a mouse. Predator.
"No. You intrigue me Ms Reynolds. Do I intrigue you?"
"Mr Porenski, it's not something I've given any thought to. Now is there anything else? I have a full schedule to be getting back to."
"Would you have dinner with me tonight?" He looked at me expectantly.
"No, I'm sorry but I'm busy." As soon as I said it, I regretted it a little. Ivan was the grand prize, the one everyone wanted. I just didn't feel up to handling another alpha male so soon after spending a day feeling like crap.
"Oscar was a fool to let you slip away from him. I wouldn't make the same mistake. Now, Elle, take a good, long look at me, and tell me if you see a man who takes no for an answer." Smug git.
"No means no. I have no idea what Oscar did or didn't tell you, but when I say no I mean it. Do yourself a favour, and accept it gracefully." My voice was a little louder than I wanted, but I was annoyed, a bit humiliated that they had discussed me, and deeply offended that they both seemed to think a wallet waved in my face would make my knickers fall down.
"Are you this much of a tiger between the sheets?" Ivan chuckled, which enraged me further. I grabbed my papers, and stalked out. The only place I could go where he couldn't follow was the ladies, so I hurried in, and hid in the loo.
About fifteen minutes later, Priti came in, calling me. I sheepishly unlocked the door, and came out.
"It's alright, Ivan's gone. What on earth happened?"
"Long story. The mans a pig, and so is Oscar. I don't want to see either of them right now." I washed my hands and pulled myself together.
"So you have the two hottest men on the planet both hanging round you like puppies, and you want me to say 'poor Elle, must be terrible'. Are you mad? Your a lucky, lucky bitch." She bumped shoulders with me, and we both laughed.
"When you put it like that...." I smiled. Even though both men scared me, and had offended me, it was still a bit of an ego boost.
I went back to my office, braced for the inevitable ribbing I would get. All that happened was Lewis poking his head round the door to ask if I was ok. The other three men seemingly engrossed in fascinating work on their screens. I carried on working till around seven, before my stomach interrupted me with some loud grumbling. I switched off my screen and headed home.
Back at the flat, I microwaved a meal for one, again missing James, and switched on the telly. I changed into some fleece pyjamas, and settled down on the sofa for a quiet night. A loud knock at the door made me jump. Rather than open it, I called out "who is it?"
"Who do you think?" Bugger, piss off Oscar, I'm not in the mood.
"Not now Oscar. I'm busy."
"Is someone with you?"
"Nope."
"Then open the door. I won't keep you long." I sighed and opened the door. He smiled tentatively as I stood aside to let him in. If he noticed my unsexy jimjams, he didn't comment. I made us both coffee, and we sat at the island. I looked at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. His eyes flicked down to the discarded note, before looking back at me.
"I really need to apologise for Sunday morning," he said, "I behaved like a boor, and prat. I don't normally go around trying to bully women for sex. I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. You need to know that I won't be bullied. So why did you say those things to me?" He took a deep breath.
"Women don't say no to me, as a rule."
"Really? Wow. You must find low self esteem attractive in a woman then." He tried to fight a smile.
"Not particularly, but in general, most women think I'm attractive."
"I never said you weren't attractive, I just like to be sure I'm giving my body to someone who appreciates it. If you just want a quick shag, pretty much every secretary in my office would be happy to oblige."
"That's not what I'm after. I think you know that by now."
"Hmm. I'm not sure I do. I didn't appreciate being made to feel like a bourgeois little girl who was attempting to manipulate you. I'm sad that you felt that way."
"I don't, I just didn't realise how little the title and accoutrements would mean to you. Most women are overwhelmed by it all. Like I said before, I don't as a rule chase women, I don't really need to, but here I am, begging forgiveness." He looked contrite.
"Ok, forgiven, just don't do it again." I smiled at him, unsure what was going to happen next.
"Ivan told me you turned him down today. You need to be careful, people don't say no to him very often either."
I shrugged, "I'm sure he'll get over it, and move quickly on to a model or socialite. I couldn't see a date with him being much fun."
"True, he probably gets his bodyguards to frisk his dates to check for weapons before he kisses them goodnight. He's a bit paranoid about security." Oscar smiled, relieved, I thought, that Ivan hadn't impressed me.
He hopped off his stool and came around the island, his arms held out for a hug. He stood between my knees, and wrapped his arms around me, "friends again?" He asked.
"Yep, friends again," I replied. Hesitantly, he grazed my lips with his, and seeing I didn't pull away, he brushed across my lips again, before deepening the kiss. He tasted of coffee and Oscar, a heady combination, and one that made my entire body respond to him. As I relaxed into his arms, he pulled me closer, crushing me against his chest, his hands roaming over my pyjama clad back.
"You're not wearing a bra," he groaned, pressing little kisses along my jaw. In a moment of extraordinary bravery, and turned on beyond belief at his close proximity, I took a deep breath.
"I'm not wearing any knickers either." He drew in a sharp breath, and rested his forehead against mine.
"Please," was all he said. I pulled away, and hopped down from the stool. Taking his hand, I led him into my bedroom.
Oscar carried on kissing me as he undid the little buttons of my pyjama top. He slipped it off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Pulling away from me slightly, he stared at my naked breasts, "exquisite," was all he said, before running his hands over them. He pulled his shirt off quickly, and crushed me to his bare chest for another luscious, deep, kiss. Bending down, he took one of my nipples in his mouth, and flicked it with his tongue, while pinching the other with his fingers. It sent my state of arousal soaring, and at that moment, he could have been Bluebeard himself, and I would still have begged him to fuck me. His hand slipped down my pyjama bottoms, and he groaned as he felt how ready I was. He slid his finger backward and forward over my clit as his tongue worked on my nipple.
"Please," I begged, desperate to feel him inside me. I reached for his waistband, and, with trembling fingers, undid his trousers, and pulled them down. He did the same to me, and pushed me back gently onto the bed. I could see an impressive erection straining through his jersey boxers. Kicking off the last of his clothes, he rifled through the pockets of his trousers to find his wallet, and pull a condom from it. I ogled him unashamedly as he unrolled the condom over his large dick, and crawled up the bed towards me.
His face was flushed as he pushed two fingers inside me, and massaged my clit with his thumb, all the time watching my face.
"You're such a dirty girl, I can feel how wet and greedy your cunt is," he said, shocking me. The crude words spoken in his cut glass accent, sounded beyond carnal.
"I need you inside me, I'm gonna come soon. Please Oscar," I begged, as at that point I didn't give a toss how dirty he wanted to talk. He positioned himself over me, and slammed into me hard, hitting that sweet spot that lies between pain and pleasure. He began to thrust into me, angling his body so that his large cock could stroke my g spot over and over again. I began to feel the familiar quivering sensation of an impending orgasm. He must have felt it too.
"Come on, come all over my cock you dirty bitch," he hissed, just before I came hard, everything blotted out during an overwhelming orgasm. "Your cunt
is milking me dry," he gasped, before shuddering at his own release.
We lay there a while, him still inside me, as we caught our breath, and came down from our orgasms. He kissed me softly on the lips before pulling out, and flopping down beside me.
"You are every bit as sexy as I thought you'd be," he said while he tied a knot in the condom. I lay back and contemplated the sex, it had been great, and he was pretty skilled, but in hindsight his crude words had been unexpected and a bit jarring.
"So you like to talk dirty? That was unexpected." I was probing. He turned to face me, propping himself on his elbow as he smoothed my hair off my face in a tender gesture.
"Did it bother you?"
"Just sounded strange, crude words in a posh accent."
He laughed, and tweaked my nipple. He looked boyish, and a bit smug. "I can't help my accent anymore than you can help yours. Do I sound ridiculous when I talk dirty then?"
I smiled back, "no, I just expect it. So do slutty, dirty girls turn you on?" I looked down at his dick, which was hardening again. Round two? Quick reload there Oscar.
I leaned down to suck and lick his nipple, licking the silky warm skin of his torso. He lay back, running his fingers through my hair, sending little shivers through me. I pressed little kisses over his tummy, and slowly worked my way down to his erection, which was back to full strength. I kissed and licked the tip, before taking it fully into my mouth, and working my lips up and down the shaft.
"Oh god, Elle, that feels fantastic," he murmured. I kissed, licked and sucked every inch of his beautiful cock and balls, driving him crazy.
"Condoms, have you got condoms?" He panted.
"Top drawer," I muttered against the tip of his cock. He shifted slightly, and fumbled around to find the foil packet. As soon as it was on, he pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, and lowered myself onto his cock, groaning at the exquisite fullness, as he stretched me inside. Oscar licked his finger, and ran it gently over my clit as I moved slowly up and down, trying to prolong my orgasm as long as I could.
"So is this what you like, dirty boy?" I whispered, as I rode him deliberately slower and slower. He garbled something unintelligible before shouting his release. I quickly followed, and could only sit helpless as my body pulsed and shook around him.
Afterwards, he pulled me into a deep kiss, crushing me against his chest, his strong hands caressing my back.
"You are so beautiful," he sighed, "you know I'm going to want to fuck you again in about half an hour."
"You're insatiable." He looked pleased with himself. "Would you like a drink while I'm waiting?"
He grinned, "coffee would be good. I need a shot of caffeine if I'm gonna be up all night satisfying you." I clambered off him, and threw his shirt on to go and make our drinks.
We made love once more that night, before drifting off to sleep. I woke up to find Oscar wrapped around me, his arm across my chest, and one of his legs curved around mine. He looked younger as he slept, his face peaceful and relaxed. I managed to slither out of bed without disturbing him, and went to the kitchen to make a drink. Feeling as stiff as a board, and for want of a better phrase, well used, I made the decision to forego the gym that morning.
I took a coffee in to Oscar, and gently nudged him awake. "Morning sleepyhead, time to get up," I said, stroking his shoulder. He opened sleepy blue eyes, and stretched.
"Good morning beautiful, are you waking me up for round four?"
"No. I'm waking you up because I need to get ready for work. It's half six already."
"God, you get up early. I don't normally start until nine thirty. Shall I come and scrub your back?" He looked at me suggestively.
"That won't be necessary, but I do need to get ready. I go in at half seven."
He slid out of bed and wandered into my bathroom, "I'm exhausted. Not sure what you did to me last night, but I can't remember the last time I was this wrung out," he called out. He reappeared in my room, and pulled his clothes on. "Daft question, considering, but can I have your phone number?" I scribbled it down for him as he finished his coffee, and he left, with a parting 'I'll call you.'
I went into work feeling chipper, and excited to have finally got it together with gorgeous Oscar. Nothing was going to ruin my good mood, even Lewis assigning me the most boring merger that ever happened as my project for the rest of the week. I fully expected Oscar to ask me for lunch, so when I walked into the foyer at twelve, I was surprised that he wasn't there. Frowning slightly, I joined Priti in the lift down to the arcade for a sandwich.
The afternoon saw radio silence too. I headed home around six, expecting a call, or a visit. I must have checked my phone twenty times that evening. Nothing. By the end of the following day, the realisation dawned, I'd been had. Oscar had gone all out to fuck me, nothing more. Once I'd shagged him, he lost interest. What a stupid girl.
I consoled myself with the knowledge that I'd had some great sex, and nobody else knew about it, especially the people at work. My humiliation would be a secret only Oscar and I shared.
Chapter 5
By Thursday morning, I was reconciled to the fact that Oscar had lost interest. I had gone back to my routines, and was missing James terribly. He was due back Saturday afternoon, and it couldn't come soon enough for me. I was lonely in the flat without him, and missed his company, and cooking.
I was at my desk, going through a contract, when I heard the buzz of excitement on the main floor. Shortly afterwards, Matt wandered in, grinning.
"The Ruskies back in Elle, better make yourself scarce, he looked hungry today."
"What times he due out of his meeting?"
"About an hour."
An hour later I made myself scarce, again, hiding in the ladies. I stayed for ten minutes before checking the coast was clear, and slinking back to my desk.
"He came in to look for you," Matt said cheerfully, "and left you this." He handed me a note.
Elle,
I'm still thinking about you. Call me on 07985 267485 and tell me where you would like me to take you for dinner.
Ivan
I tucked the note in my handbag as Matt watched me expectantly. I ignored him, and settled back down at my desk, picking up the infernally boring merger contract. I must have read the same line four times, before admitting to myself that I was struggling to concentrate. I decided it was a good time to break for lunch, clear my head, and pull myself together. I tidied my papers, and grabbed my handbag, before walking through to reception.
Oscar stood by the main desk, talking to Priti. They both looked up as I walked towards them, Oscar smiling widely.
"Hello Elle, thought I'd join you for lunch today. It's been a mad busy week, and this is the first chance I've had." He held his hand out for me to take, and not knowing quite what to do, I took it.
When we were out of earshot of Prit, I turned to him, "I thought you were meant to call me."
"I was, but I've been working a lot, and had meetings in the city the last two nights. I didn't think you'd appreciate being a late night booty call."
"You're right there."
He took me to a little bistro in the arcade, and found us a table. After we had ordered, he sat, playing with my fingers across the table.
"Can I see you tonight? We can go out or something, only I'm gonna be away this weekend, and I don't want to wait another week."
I relaxed. Busy I could understand. "You could have text me. I thought you didn't want to see me anymore." Why did I say that? Elle, you are being needy, snap out of it girl.
"Why would I not want to see you? I thought we had a great time together." Oscar looked affronted.
"Yeah, we did." I smiled at him, trying to forget two days of wondering why he hadn't called.
"You could always come to Sussex with me this weekend. I don't have anything going on down there. Next weekend would be better as I've got a bunch of friends coming to stay for a weekend shoot."
"James is back Saturday, and I'd real
ly like to be there. Next weekend sounds fun, but I don't shoot."
"I'll teach you. I'm having about ten people stay. We shoot clay pigeons, then get drunk. It'll be a blast."
"Ok, next weekend it is then."
Our food arrived, and we began to eat. Oscar looked thoughtful. He put his fork down and stared at me. "This thing with James, you are just friends?"
"Of course we're just friends, or rather, flatmates. I have no interest in him sexually, and I don't think he sees me that way either. He's a nice guy, and a good friend, that's all." Oscar seemed satisfied with my answer, and resumed eating.
We chatted easily for the rest of our meal. Oscar seemed to have loosened up around me, and made me laugh with his impression of the pompous arses he had dinner with at mansion house the previous evening. I went back to work considerably more cheerful, and got my head down to work without further issue.
He picked me up at half seven that evening, and took me to Ronnie Scott's. we had a gorgeous meal, and I discovered that Oscar was an extremely good dancer. His lithe, muscular body moved gracefully and sensually in time to the music.
When a slow song came on, he drew me close, and pressed his body against mine as we swayed in time to the music.
"Shall we go after this?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded in reply. His warm body and wonderful scent already had me turned on and ready. We hopped into a taxi, and went straight back to my flat. He began unbuttoning my blouse in the lift on the way up, laughing as I slapped his hands away. We tumbled into the flat, passionately kissing and pulling at clothes. I was half naked by the time we stumbled into my bedroom, and fell onto the bed. Oscar practically ripped my remaining clothes off, then quickly shed his own, before crawling naked up my body to kiss me fiercely once more.
"I have to get inside you Elle, I'm gonna explode. It's all I've thought of the last few days," Oscar murmured as he kissed my jaw. He slid on a condom, and thrust inside me. Precisely three thrusts later, Oscar cursed.
"Fuck, sorry Elle, just too turned on."
