He locked up while I swept. When I watched him walk into the break room, I decided it was time for a confrontation.
“What’s your problem?” I pinned him against the wall across from the fridge then stuck a finger in his face. “If you wanna forget what happened, hey, fine by me. But don’t treat me like I’ve got the plague, ‘kay?”
“Look.” He pushed back, creating an inch of space between us. “I…just…wasn’t sure how you felt about last night.”
I scoffed. “Right. Good excuse.”
His face curled up in anger. “And, might I remind you, I still have my father on my mind. I’m under a lot of pressure—”
“Why don’t you just admit the truth. You’re ashamed you made out with someone you think is beneath you.”
His expression turned to wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock. “Oh, come on, Bruce. We fight, we bicker, sure, but I don’t think I’m better than you.”
“Sure.” Shaking my head, I backed away from him. “Condescending prick.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before he rushed me, grabbed my arm, and whirled me around. “It’s not like that at all.” Then he parted my lips with his tongue and wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling my groin against his. I could already feel his cock stirring in his pants.
I pulled him to the cool, lino floor. Our clothes were soon off and scattered about us. There were no words as we let the last of the anger pour out and become passion. We sucked, bit, and licked warm, sweat-beaded flesh. I caressed his thighs, teasing the hair that peppered his muscular legs.
This time, it was my turn to enjoy his delicious cock. I sucked him hard and fast until he bucked beneath me. While my mouth pleasured his penis, I fondled the soft skin of his scrotum. He moaned and begged for more. But before he could cum, I stopped and demanded he fuck me up the ass hard and fast.
We slipped across the floor, closer to the break room couch, as we made out. I bent over the worn cushions, bracing myself atop the scratchy fiber. I jutted my round, firm ass high in the air, eagerly offering it to his purple, thick cock.
I watched over my shoulder as he used both hands to spread my ass cheeks wide. Then he dipped his head and lapped at the length of my ass crack. I moaned and threw my head back as two, then three, fingers slid inside my asshole. After he’d lubed me up well with his tongue, and widened my asshole with his finger fucking, the plump head of his penis nudged its way into my anus.
I let out a long, satisfied, “Uhhhhhhhh,” as his cock caressed my rectum. My anal walls tightened hard around his girth, as if they greedily tried to pull more of his shaft inside.
His big hands massaged my ass, trailing over my hips as he fucked me rough and fast. His balls slapped my ass loudly, and I grunted as each thrust pushed me deep into the couch. His one hand slipped around my cock, stroking me closer to climax, while he clutched my hip with the other. His fucking grew so savage he bowed his body over mine, lost in the power of this raw thumping he gave me. I let out shrill squeals of pleasure as he upped the pace of his hand job too, once more squeezing and releasing at just the right pace.
Our bodies undulated in a natural rhythm. It felt as if we melted together, becoming a sea of writhing flesh. The pressure building inside my g-spot tingled intensely. My cock felt on fire with electric sensation, as if my surging hard on would split with the force of the orgasm.
I cried out a long, “Holy shhhhit,” as my clear, sticky cum jetted all over his hand and splattered the couch. He growled as he sank his cock deep into my ass and sprayed his hot spunk in my rectum.
We collapsed into a heap on the floor, breathing hard, bodies slick with cum and sweat. Lying next to him, I was so relaxed I barely noticed the footsteps out front.
“Whoever’s back there, you better be staff.” Tonya’s voice made us both jump. “I’ve got mace and a handgun if you’re not.”
Her heels clacked fast across the tile. We scrambled to gather our clothes and get dressed.
“Sonofabitch,” I whispered. “What’s she doing here?”
“Good question,” Simon said as he yanked on his pants.
I had just fastened my belt when Tonya appeared in the break room. Her big, black-brown eyes grew wide when she took in mine and Simon’s state. She flipped her wavy black hair over one shoulder, placed a hand on her hip. “Well, at least you two appear to be getting along.”
“We can explain,” Simon blurted.
“What are you doing here?” I flashed her a shaky smile before I yanked my t-shirt on.
“I was driving by and saw the lights were still on. I thought you two were being mugged.” She shook her head, sighed, pursed her dusty rose lips. “Look, I don’t care if you two fuck. It’s better than listening to your bickering. Just make sure you do it after hours at all times, got it?” She went to walk out front, but then turned back, cast a disapproving glance at the couch. “And clean up after yourself.”
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Enjoy a scorching bonus excerpt with mmf ménage scenes. Surrender To His Wants is Part 2 of Surrender Ever After, Surrender Series Vol. 2 by Anita Lawless & Roxxy Meyer, published by Wild and Lawless Writers.
Surrender To His Wants
Surrender Series Volume 2, Part 2
Anita Lawless & Roxxy Meyer
“Who was that who called last night?” Jake asks as he slips a hand on my shoulder and an arm around my waist.
I fake a smile. “No one important.” Then I kiss him deeply again, savoring the taste of his lips as my tongue traces them.
Once more I resort to diversion tactics. Call me a coward, but I’m just not ready to tell the man that rents the garage apartment attached to my house about my new boss. Maybe if Jake Black wasn’t so much more than just a renter to me it would be easier. But Jake and I have known each other since high school. We’ve been best friends for years. Why we didn’t end up together long ago—instead of me marrying the high school quarterback Colby Hull—is complicated. I was a less savvy teenage girl and Jake was too shy then to tell me how he felt. Last night was the first one we’ve spent in the same bed.
Now how will he feel when he finds out my new boss is a sex toy inventor who works for an exclusive sex resort / club franchise known as Surrender Inc.? Worse yet, how will he feel when he learns I tested toys with said new boss, Dom Luke Wesley, and let him touch me in far more intimate ways than I ever have Jake?
Well, at least until last night, when I made love to him to distract him from the truth. I feel lower than the bottom of a swamp right about now.
Jake breaks our embrace just as my fingers trail lower, skimming over his belly button and seeking out his cock. “You went from ‘maybe we should wait to have sex’ to seducing me last night and now this morning. Somehow, I think you’re lying about that call.”
“Can’t we just forget about it for now and enjoy ourselves?” I look at the clock before I press my bare, heavy breasts against his warm, muscled arm. “It’s 6 AM. I’ve got to get showered and ready for work soon.” I nip a trail from his ear down his throat in between words. “We’ll talk tonight when I get home.”
He goes to protest again, but I coil my hand around his growing erection and pump slowly. He moans and I slide my tongue into his open mouth, thankful he’s given up seeking answers for now.
I push him down on the bed, but he flips me this time, swinging a leg over my hip so he straddles me. Ou
r mouths and tongues duel in carnal need and I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. His soft kisses have turned hungry, and his bristly cheek grazes over my jaw as he moves to nibble on the shell of my ear, flit his tongue inside. One big hand traces the contours of my curves and I sigh, arching up to meet his fingers when they spread my labia and stroke up and down my damp slit.
He takes his time enjoying the taste of my body, and I’m certainly not about to stop him. While I hate being deceptive, a quickie works to my advantage on two levels. One, I keep Jake distracted from the inevitable truth about my new boss and job testing sex toys. Two, we both get some much needed affection and pleasure.
His tongue curls around my nipple, teasing the tip with its hot wetness, sending sensation zipping from the taut bud to my pussy. My clit and sex throb harder with need and I stroke his short, bristly hair as he moves to the other breast. He suckles this nipple until desire has me bucking my hips up into the hand that probes between my legs.
His mouth moves lower, leaving my nipples wet, hard, and tingling. I glance at the clock ruefully, knowing I’ll have to go to my other job as an assembly line worker, building casino machines, soon. His tongue dips into my belly button while he strokes my swelling clit with his thumb, spiking my pleasure higher. I’m close to coming already, and my hips rock back and forth with a mind of their own.
He splays my wet labia wide and blows on my pulsing sex before teasing the hole with his skilled tongue, dipping it inside, swirling it around this extra sensitive flesh. I moan louder now and clutch at his shoulders. When he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it, I come almost instantly. I feel my juices trickling down between my thighs.
I tug on his shoulders and beg him to “Fuck me,” just as my cell phone chirps once again.
We both moan this time, but out of disappointment, not satisfaction.
“Hello,” I answer, my voice a bit shaky.
“Ms. Brannigan,” Dom Luke Wesley’s smooth baritone slithers into my ear. “Change of plans. I need you here now.”
I look at Jake, who’s giving me a curious frown. My heart flip flops and my stomach sinks. “Now? I… I can’t. I have to be at my other job by 8 AM.”
“No, that won’t work,” Dom Luke says, as if the matter is already decided. “I’ll need you to be my exclusive employee.”
“I can’t! You pay well, but I’ve got two kids to feed and a roof to replace and—”
“How much do you need?” My new boss isn’t giving up so easily. “Name your wage and it’s yours.”
“Well, I…”
Jake slides to the edge of the bed to sit beside me. His frown is full of concern and growing anger now. He mouths, “Who is it?”
I shake my head and hold a hand up.
“Why don’t we discuss this over breakfast?” Luke says. “I’ll come pick you up at your place.” And with that, he hangs up again, leaving me flabbergasted and with a bedmate wanting an explanation.
“You’re not avoiding my questions this time,” Jake says after I hang up. His strong fingers encircle my wrists.
“Jake, not now.” I pull my hands free and skitter from the bed, hoping to lock myself in the bathroom before he reaches me again.
No luck. He scoots in front of me and bars my entrance to the shower. “When will it be a good time?” His handsome, youthful face wrinkles up in rage. “That was your new boss, wasn’t it? What the hell’s going on between you two? What kind of job is this?”
I rub my temples, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on. “Don’t yell. You’ll wake the boys.”
“Well at least they’ll know their mom got home okay last night!” He raises his voice even more. “They were worried sick when I put them to bed. What’s up with you, Carrie? This is not like you.”
I glare at him, try to push him out of my way, but when my efforts fail my shoulders sag in defeat. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Thank you.” I don’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“My new boss…” I fidget, unable to meet his eyes. Before I can continue, I return to the bed and sit with my back to him. “He designs sex toys. For some exclusive sex franchise called Surrender Inc. They run these pleasure resorts and club. I’m … I’m testing toys for him.”
“You’re what?” Jake stomps toward the bed and sits down beside me. “So you’re telling me you had sex with a stranger yesterday while I was babysitting.”
I glare at him, tired of the questions and accusations. “No! I didn’t have sex with him.”
His eyes bore into me. “Did he touch you? Intimately?”
I look away. “Well, yes, he did, but—”
“Mommy?” A small voice interrupts our argument. Preston, eyes still bleary from sleep and his red curls in a tangled mess, stands in the doorway.
“Hey, sweetie,” I say, faking a smile for my youngest. I’m thankful I slipped Jake’s button down shirt on a few minutes earlier. Jake, I notice, has pulled the blankets over his underwear clad lap for more modesty.
Preston screws up his freckled face, rubs an eye. “Why are you and Jake naked?”
I nearly choke on the child’s question. “We’re not naked, sweetie. We’re just getting dressed.”
“Together? But Jake sleeps—”
Jake intervenes at that moment, scooping his jeans off the floor and sliding into them in record time. “Hey, pal, you must be hungry. Why don’t we go get your brother and make mom some breakfast?”
But my smart little boy isn’t so easily swayed. He narrows his eyes and asks me, “Where were you last night?” He feels betrayed and it shows.
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The Executive’s New Clothes
By Roxxy Meyer
Ethan snuggled up behind me and we spooned after our usual dynamite sex. He kissed my ear and I shivered, smiling sleepily as I nestled my head deeper into the pillow. I was warm and comfortable, and in a perfect world I’d never have to move.
But this isn’t a perfect world, and my cell phone picked that moment to trill its Donna Summer ringtone--She Works Hard for the Money.
Ethan groaned, and I wiggled my bare butt against his growing erection.
“Hey.” He swatted my thigh. “Not fair. You’ll end up answering that, and--”
“I don’t have to.” I turned in his arms and swept my fingers down his lightly haired chest, smiled up at his boyish Jude Law face.
He stopped my hand just before it curled around his hard on. “But you will.” He smiled, and I tried not to see the disappointment in his expression. “You’re Katey Kitteridge, fashion designer and creative director extraordinaire. It’ll kill you to let it go.”
I kissed the tip of his nose, ruefully edged away from his irresistible, lithe body and warmth. “Just ten minutes,” I told him as I bent to grab my cell from my pants pocket.
“Right.” He grinned. “And pigs will fly this Tuesday, or so I’ve heard.”
I shook my head and threw a stray sock at him before I punched TALK. “Hello?”
“Katey, I need you at the office STAT.” My no nonsense boss and longtime friend, Lynette Perkins, had just ruined my morning quickie.
“What’s up?” I asked her, casting an apologetic look at my best friend and amazing photographer, Ethan Whittaker.
Ethan nodded knowingly and go
t out of bed. My gaze followed him to the bathroom door, not missing the guilt-tripping pout he sent my way before he disappeared inside. Before he did, I mouthed, “I’m sorry,” again.
Lynette cut through my guilt, giving me details that had my heart racing and my anger climbing. “Blaine Devereux wants to personally commission you to make a suit for him,” she said in a rush, her usual calm, cool voice rising with excitement. “This is big, Katey. Real big. This could put us in the ranks with brands like Gucci, or at least get us rubbing elbows with them on a more frequent basis. This will make your name as a designer. You could open up your own house.”
I tried to quell the anger rising in my gut. Lynette and her husband Jake were not only my bosses, they were my best friends. We’d worked together in the fashion industry from day one, and we’d gone to college together. People called us the three musketeers. I knew this was big--Blaine wasn’t someone you said no to, but I truly detested the man, solely based on reputation alone, and I had no desire to work with him.
“Blaine Devereux,” I simply said, trying not to give the depth of my loathing away. “But he hates women.”
Ethan emerged from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at the name. He looked delicious, his lean chest still sprinkled with shower droplets, his golden blond hair wet and slicked back. Once more I regretted having to leave.
“He doesn’t hate women.” Lynette snorted, bringing me back to the present conversation once more. “You can’t believe everything you hear from models and read in gossip rags.”
“Well, I won’t pretend I’m happy to work with him, but I’ll do it.” I let out an annoyed sigh. “It’ll help me, it’ll help Well Dressed Man. We can’t say no.” I could almost see Lynette’s corporate shark smile when I agreed. One of the reasons I loved the woman. She was ruthless, but she also had an ethical compass. Like me.
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