Release Me

by Karen Erickson

  "You're not wearing any underwear, Miss Daniels,” he admonished, sliding one finger into her.

  She gasped as he pushed his finger deep inside. “I told you I couldn't stop thinking about you."

  "So that means you don't wear panties when you think about me?” He added a second finger and she slumped against the wall to brace herself.

  "I was hoping I'd see you again.” Her voice trembled and her eyes shuttered closed. She was about to slip over the edge. He withdrew his fingers and led her toward the desk.

  "Lie down,” he commanded.

  Sommer glanced at the desk, and then at him. “You want me to lie down on your boss’ desk?"

  "He's not in today. He won't notice. I'll tell the cleaning lady to take special care tonight, and wipe away all of the evidence.” He grinned at her. More like making a pleasant memory for him to have every time he sat down behind his desk. Of Miss Sommer Daniels sprawled on top of it while he fucked her senseless.

  She perched on top of the desk in a delicate fashion, as if she were afraid she might break it. She gazed up at him, her big brown eyes wide and full of want, and he reached out and cupped her cheek with his palm.

  "Take off your jacket,” he said quietly and she did so, slipping it off of her arms and tossing it on the floor.

  "Now, lie back on the desk."

  Sommer went back, but didn't lie flat; she propped herself on her elbows instead. Offering herself to him like a feast for the gods, her breasts trembling beneath her sexy bra, her skirt hiked up so far he swore he could see her naked pussy. He could smell her musky aroused scent, saw the look of raw passion flash in her eyes and he pushed up her skirt so it bunched around her waist, revealing her naked self to him.

  Ted couldn't resist. He had to taste her again. He bent his head and snaked his tongue along her pussy, probing further to taste her drenched folds. She bucked beneath him, clutching his head with both hands and he slid his hands beneath her, his fingers tickling along the seam of her ass. She came immediately, gyrating against his face as she moaned, spreading her legs farther apart as his lips attacked her clit, nibbling, sucking, riding out her orgasm with her.

  "Oh, my God.” Her body started to relax, the tremors subsiding. Her hands relaxed their grip in his hair, and her fingers started to stroke it.

  "You're very responsive, Miss Daniels.” He kissed her inner thigh.

  "It's because you're very good, Theodore.” She released another gasp as he moved up to her breasts and drew one nipple into his mouth, lace bra and all.

  "You also taste so very good, Miss Daniels.” He laved her other breast with his lips and tongue.

  "How come I can come in your mouth and you can't come in mine?” she asked, breathless as he unclipped the front of her bra so her breasts sprang free.

  He pushed her breasts together, smoothing his hands over the full round globes before he dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth again. “Because once I come, I'm done. At least for a few minutes. And we don't want that to happen, do we? Not during our lunch hour."

  "Oh no,” she whispered, her voice small as his hand slid down her body to stroke her fiery pussy.

  "Do you want me to fuck you, Miss Daniels?” He pushed his fingers in and out of her, mimicking what he planned to have his cock do in a matter of moments.

  She nodded, and threw her head back. “Oh, yes. And please, call me Sommer."

  "Well, then, Sommer, I want you to ask me to fuck you. Only then will I do so.” He had possessed the common sense to drag his clothes and shoes into the office when they came into the room, and he reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet to grab the condom he always kept inside—which he had replaced last night. He tore at the packet, sheathed himself quickly, and then probed her glistening entry, rubbing his cock back and forth across her pink folds.

  "Please. I want to feel you inside me, Theodore,” she said, reaching for him with hungry hands.

  He pulled away from her, smiling. “No, that won't work. I said you had to ask me to fuck you, Sommer. Say it."

  "Theodore—” She met his gaze, her eyes steady as she whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Please. I'm begging you."

  Ted thrust inside her at her words, pulling her hips up so her ass was perched on the edge of the desk. He slid his cock in and out of her slowly, felt the sweat gather on his brow, and watched his dick pump inside her. God, the image of it was doing him in, making him want to come already. He clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, and tried to slow down but Sommer wouldn't allow it.

  "Faster, Ted. Please.” Her voice was soft, seductive, and she wiggled her hips, letting herself fall back against the desk.

  He couldn't hold back any longer at her sweet words. He clutched at her hips, drove himself deep inside of her, and called out her name, his orgasm taking him to new heights. He closed his eyes and saw stars. Shit, he opened his eyes and saw stars. What the hell was this woman doing to him?

  Ted slumped against her for a moment and then withdrew, standing up straight and disposing of the condom in the garbage can underneath the desk. Sommer sat up, pushed her hair out of her eyes, and clasped her bra back together. He noticed she wouldn't look him in the eye. This after the sex shuffling around still made her uncomfortable, he could tell.

  "I—I don't know what's happening to me,” she murmured, hopping off the desk and yanking her skirt back into place. She reached down, picked up her jacket, and slipped it on. Then she finally looked at him. “I don't normally act like this—have sex with a complete stranger on a desk, at your work. You probably think I'm a total slut."

  "No.” He shook his head, grabbed his boxers, and slipped them on. “I think you're a beautiful woman who happens to be just as turned on by me as I am by you. I don't think you're a slut. Far from it."

  Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and she smoothed her hair away from her face. “This is crazy."

  "It's also pretty freakin’ awesome.” He pulled on his pants and ran a hand through his hair. “I want to see you again."

  Sommer shook her head. “I don't know if that would be a good idea."

  He trailed a finger down her bare arm and noticed the shiver that shook her body when he touched her. “I want to take you to dinner."

  "Really?” He couldn't help but notice her pleased tone.

  Ted nodded, his finger lingering on her skin. He felt like he couldn't touch her enough. Couldn't get enough of her. “What are you doing tomorrow tonight?"

  She bit her bottom lip, and he wished he could bite it, too. Later, he told himself. Her gaze met his. “I don't know if I can wait till tomorrow to see you again."

  "Ah, Miss Daniels. I love a woman who can speak her mind.” He had a feel that took a lot for her to admit. “How about tonight, then? I could take you out to dinner, and then back to your place where I can fuck you all night long."

  "You like to say the word fuck to shock me, don't you?” she asked, breathless.

  "I like to hear you say the word fuck, Miss Daniels. Sommer,” he corrected himself when she leveled a look at him. “It's very erotic."

  "What time for dinner tonight?"

  "Seven?"

  She nodded. “I can hardly wait.” She gave him directions to her house, which he took as a good sign. At least she trusted him enough to tell him where she lived. Then she used her best uptight, formal tone with him. “Good afternoon, Theodore."

  "Good afternoon, Miss Daniels."

  * * * *

  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! What the hell was wrong with her? She had actually gone to the man's workplace and offered herself up to him like some sort of cheap—whore! She'd given him a blow job and let him take her on his boss’ desk. His tongue had buried itself deep inside her again. The man could bring her to an easy orgasm like no other. No wonder she was chasing him like a woman desperate. She was desperate. For his touch. For his tongue. For his big throbbing—

  Sommer shook her head, exited the elevator, and hurried back to her offi
ce. Her hair was still down; the pins that had held it up were long gone after Ted had pulled them out. She had a hair band somewhere inside her purse. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She needed to fix herself up, make herself presentable again.

  She dived behind her desk for her purse, found what she was looking for, and smoothed her hair back into a neat ponytail. She found a hand mirror and opened it up, checking her face.

  Oh good Lord. Her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks and chest flushed. Her lips were swollen, which was funny, considering he hadn't even kissed her. Still, she looked like she'd just been thoroughly ... fucked.

  She snapped the mirror closed and shoved it back into her purse, then buried her face in her hands. She was acting completely out of character. Totally out of control. Hard to believe she'd met the man only yesterday. She felt like he had branded her. As if he had ruined her for any other man. He had her thinking in terms she didn't normally think about or use. When had she ever said the word fuck to a man she was about to have sex with? Maybe she'd been missing out all these years.

  The phone rang at her elbow and startled her. She picked it up, automatically answering in her usual manner. “Sommer Daniels."

  "Miss Sommer Daniels?"

  Her fingers curled tight around the receiver. “Didn't I just see you?"

  He chuckled, the sound seeming to reach across the line and grab her. “Yes, you did. I just had to call and tell you how spectacular I think you are."

  She sighed, closed her eyes, and rested her forehead in her hands. “Look, Theodore, I don't know if this is right. I'm starting to have second thoughts. I, uh, I think we should cancel tonight's date."

  "Now, Sommer, that's no way to act. If we're going to call it off, then we should at least send each other off fondly. Don't you think?"

  "Maybe.” Memories of his head between her legs, his tongue thrusting and circling inside of her flooded her mind, making her squirm in her chair.

  "But I don't want to call it off, and I don't think you want to either. Not yet,” he said, his words oozing over her like liquid fire. “I haven't done nearly everything I want to do to you, Miss Daniels."

  "Oh, really?” She cleared her throat. “And what exactly do you want to do to me?” Now why had she asked that?

  Dead silence.

  Had he hung up? Her hand began to sweat. And then he spoke, his rich voice filling her head with images. “Well, this may sound rather dull, but I would really like to fuck you in a bed, your bed, all night long, so I can take my time with you. So I can know your body, your secrets. What you like and what you don't."

  "Must you always use the word fuck in reference to what happens between us?” She tried to sound disgusted, but she wasn't. More like secretly turned on.

  "I use the word fuck, Miss Daniels, because I know it gets a rise out of you. It's fun to get you all hot and bothered, if you know what I mean."

  Sommer sighed. He was driving her crazy on purpose. “I don't know, Theodore. This probably isn't the right thing to do."

  "Can you do something for me?” he interrupted.

  "Yes.” As she waited for his request, she squirmed in her chair.

  "I want you to reach under your skirt and touch yourself. Imagine that it's my fingers inside you.” His voice was rough.

  She went still, no more squirming in her seat. “You're kidding, right?"

  "No, I'm not. I want you to touch yourself, Miss Daniels. And tell me what it feels like."

  She couldn't help herself. She reached down, her hand creeping under her skirt, to touch her naked flesh. She grazed herself, surprised at how hot and wet she was, then again not that surprised at all.

  "Are you wet?” he asked.

  "Yes,” she breathed, sliding her finger in just a little bit.

  "Because you're thinking of me?"

  "Yes-s-s-s,” she hissed, closing her eyes. She really needed to get a grip on herself.

  "Good. I'll see you tonight at seven.” A loud click sounded in her ear.

  Chapter Four

  Sommer opened the door to find Ted standing on her doorstep, looking far better than any man should. His jeans were molded to his muscular legs, and his white button up shirt was untucked, with the sleeves rolled up. A lock of dark hair hung over his forehead and she was again tempted to push it back. His glasses were gone, those gorgeous eyes of his appraising her, drinking her in. She realized she didn't want to go to dinner. She didn't want to leave the house. She wanted to grab his hand, yank him inside, and drag him to her bedroom instead.

  "Miss Daniels,” he said with a smile, and she sucked in a breath at the sight of it. Her knees felt like they could melt.

  "Theodore.” Sommer nodded at him politely. She realized she loved it when he called her Miss Daniels. Made her feel like a naughty schoolteacher.

  He stuck his hands in his pockets. “You know, no one calls me Theodore except my Aunt Betty."

  "Your Aunt Betty and me," she corrected.

  He chuckled. “Everyone who knows me and loves me calls me Teddy."

  "Well, I don't really know you and I certainly don't love you, so Theodore will have to do for now.” She paused, arched a brow at him. “Would you like to come in for a minute? Before we go to dinner?"

  "I would love to come in, Miss Daniels."

  She held the door open and Ted walked in, stopping in the entryway to survey her home. He smiled over his shoulder at her. “Very nice."

  "Thank you,” she said as she shut the door.

  "You've done quite well for yourself, Miss Daniels."

  "Please.” She walked over so she stood beside him, and ran her hand over his broad shoulder. “How many times do I have to remind you? Call me Sommer."

  "I always seem to forget that ... Sommer. For whatever reason, you're just Miss Daniels to me."

  "Except when you're in the throes of an orgasm. I've noticed you don't call me Miss Daniels then.” She smiled wickedly.

  His eyes turned at least two shades darker, as they seemed to do when he was turned on. “You're right. It doesn't seem proper yelling out Miss Daniels when I'm inside of you."

  Mmm. His words conjured up all sorts of images, things she wouldn't mind trying. With him. Mr. My Name is Ted and It Rhymes with Bed. She really needed to get her mind out of the gutter. “Would you like something to drink?"

  He shook his head, reached out, and pulled her to him, until her body was flush against his. “What I would like, is you."

  Sommer braced her hands on his chest, pushed her pelvis against his, and could feel his already erect cock nudge against her. She gazed up into his eyes and took a deep breath. “We need to do something first before we ... you know."

  "Before we what?” He was the picture of innocence. “Before we fuck each other's brains out?"

  Goodness. Just hearing the word fuck come from his beautiful lips made her feel all wet and wanting. “Yes, before we ... fuck each other's brains out. Something needs to be done."

  He smiled and tightened his arms around her. “I really like it when you say fuck, Miss Daniels."

  "I know you do.” She slapped at his chest, trying to stay on task. “Look, I want you to know this has been bothering me since we've started this ... thing."

  "What's been bothering you since we've started fucking each other's brains out?"

  He was so very bad. She enjoyed every bit of it. “You've never actually kissed me, you know. Something's wrong with that. My friend said it's because you're probably a bad kisser, or you have bad breath, or it's that whole Pretty Woman thing, where you won't kiss a woman unless you're emotionally involved. Is that what it is?"

  The smile still on his face, he shook his head. “I have no idea what you're talking about. To be honest, I just haven't gotten around to it."

  "You haven't gotten around to it?” Who didn't get around to kissing? Kissing was her favorite part of sex. Or at least, it used to be. Now fantastic orgasms brought on by Ted and his masterful mouth, his masterful f
ingers, his masterful—oh, she didn't even want to think about it at the moment—were her favorite part of sex. Although kissing was still a close second. Now if only Ted would kiss her.

  His hand came up and he traced her lips with his finger. “The first time, I was too busy with my head between your legs and fucking you from behind. The second time, you were too busy giving me a blowjob and then I was fucking you on the desk. That's why I wanted to take you out to dinner. So we could do this normally, and I could end up kissing you good night. Among other things."

  "What if I don't want to do this normally?” The man could slay her, just like that, with his words. And the images those words conjured up. Like his head buried between her legs. Oh, she could go for that again. Any time.

  "Oh, you definitely want to do this normally. You want me to kiss you, don't you?"

  Starting to feel uncomfortable, she shrugged. She didn't want him to think she wanted something more serious out of this. She just wanted a fuck buddy like he did. Someone to help her reclaim ownership of her orgasms. And to have lots of them. He'd certainly fit the bill so far. “I just want you to kiss me. I don't want us to move in together or anything."

  He chuckled again, the sound rumbling in his chest. “You're so cute when you're flustered, Miss Daniels. Did you know that?"

  He'd just made her even more flustered. “I'm starting to think you're talking in circles to distract me from the task at hand, which is me trying to get you to kiss me. Is it that you just don't want to? Because if that's the case, then I think it would be best if you leave."

  "Listen ... Sommer. I definitely want to kiss you. I'm afraid that once we start kissing, though, I won't be able to stop. That I'll just go on kissing you all night long. And there goes our dinner reservation, because I'll be too busy kissing you, fucking you, and making you come, over and over,” he ended the last sentence with a whisper, his fingers dipping just inside her mouth and she drew them in, sucking on their tips. His eyes flashed blue-green fire.

  "I like it when you talk dirty to me,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to curl around his fingers. Her panties were drenched, her jeans cutting into her, and she had the sudden urge to kick them off. Forget dinner. She was hungry only for him.