by Amy Brent
“My secretary not here again?” I asked.
“Nope. Hasn’t been at her desk all morning. Been trying to call and I’ve gotten no answer,” she said.
“Sounds like you need a new secretary,” Mike said. “You interested, Charlie?”
“Not a fat chance in hell, Michael,” she said, smirking.
“I like her,” Mike said. “You should groom her to be that other shark you want.”
“I am,” I said as I picked up the thumb drive off the desk. “You’re free to go.”
I caught her hips sashaying out of the corner of my eye and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do this much longer. She had that fucking phone and I was about to put it to good use, I didn’t have enough time to whisk her off to my cabin, nor did I have the patience to wait until the end of the day.
So, I got an idea.
“You’re staring pretty hard at those blueprints,” Mike said. “Daydreaming about her tits still?”
“I actually haven’t been feeling too well since I got back from Helsinki,” I said.
“I figured it was just jet lag.”
“That’s what I thought, but the headache hasn’t gone away and neither has the exhaustion,” I said.
“You talked to a doctor?” Mike asked. “You might’ve brought something back with you.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” I said.
“Then don’t fucking sit here, L. Go to a damn doctor. Take your fucking lunch break.”
“Alright, can you do me a favor?” I asked.
“Sure thing.”
“You know about safety codes and shit, right?” I asked.
“Yep. Want me to look over the blueprints and 3D image one last time, then call the contractors?” he asked.
“Please. And call my fucking secretary. Let her know that if she doesn’t start warning me about taking days off, she’ll be out of a fucking job.”
“In those exact words?” he asked.
“I don’t fucking care. I’ll be back in a while,” I said.
I grabbed my coat and strode to the elevator. I knew Charlie and I had agreed not to do hotels, but we did technically come up with a code name for it before we brushed it off. I pulled out the phone and looked through the hotel addresses on the other side of town we could use. I called them up just as the elevator doors dumped me into the garage of the building, and by the time I climbed into my car I had an executive suite reserved for the night on the other side of town. No one at work would travel over there just to get a room for the night, and if they did they wouldn’t spend thousands of dollars on an executive suite.
We would be safe, we would be out of the public eye, and I could have her any way I wanted.
Dinner in 30 minutes. 1443 Brickell. You’ve got properties to look at afterwards.
I sent the message to her before I hopped in my car and headed across town. I zoomed and zipped through traffic stops, cutting the drive from a half an hour down to twenty minutes. My hands white knuckled the steering wheel as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to her body, but I would start by getting her out of those unflattering clothes and telling her it was more conspicuous with her change of wardrobe.
And it wasn’t doing my dick any favors.
I walked into the hotel and bid the desk manager a good day before I grabbed my key and skirted on up to the room. My hands were trembling with anxious nerves as I ordered room service for us both, and by the time the food got here I heard my burner phone vibrate in my pocket.
Dinner in 5, and I’ve got the time to look at the properties.
I smirked at her message and tossed the phone to the side. I slid my tie off and tossed it onto the bed where the strawberries, champagne, and whipped cream now sat. I could smell the freshly whipped sugar permeate the room as I dimmed the lights and closed the curtains, but the vibration of my phone again took me by surprise.
Where is dinner taking place exactly?
Shit, I didn’t give her the room number. How was I going to give her the damn room number without it being conspicuous?
Oh, well. I didn’t give a shit. I was shirtless and in my slacks with my dick throbbing hard against my boxers. I didn’t give a fuck how she got up here, she just needed to fucking do it.
In the executive room. I’ve already got our food for us.
Hopefully she would understand what that meant seeing as this hotel only had one executive suite at the top. I unlocked the door for her and went to prepare the strawberries. I smiled as my dick twitched when I heard the doorknob slowly turn in its place.
“L?” she asked
“Come on in, Charlie.”
She walked in and I could hear her gasp at the beauty around her. The room really was decadent, with a massive California-king bed with silk sheets and a smooth comforter. The bathroom was completely stocked and there was a minibar I was ready to break into with her, and I knew she would squeal with delight when I told her it was reserved for the entire night.
“This room is spectacular,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Well, you should. And as long as you keep teasing me like you were at work, you’ll see them more often.”
“I thought we agreed not to do hotels?” she asked. “And did I do something wrong at work?”
“Don’t change your outfits. It’s gonna throw flags,” I said.
“But you said my outfits made you struggle,” she said.
“And you covering yourself up just makes me want to rip you out of them so I can see you. At least when you’re wearing your tight-fitting clothes I can catch a glimpse if I can’t control my dick. The clothes you’re wearing give me nothing to work with.”
I poured her a flute of champagne and handed it to her as she eyed my shirtless form. I could see her stare raking down my body before she stuck her tongue out slightly and licked her lips. My dick hardened against my pants, as I watched as she drew her lower lip in, and I loved the fact that she wasn’t trying to hide her lust for me.
“To secrets,” I said, holding up my glass.
“And sexy bosses,” she said, grinning.
We clinked glasses and took a sip before I ushered her over to sit on the bed. She kicked off her heels and let down her hair, and from the time she shook it out until the time she sat down I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was radiant, even in a dark, secluded room high above the city. In that exact moment, I realized what I wanted to do to her.
“Care for a bite?” I asked.
I picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the whipped cream before I held it to her mouth. Her plump, thick lips wrapped around my fingers, humming at the sugary goodness as she chewed and swallowed. I fed her another as I bit back a growl at the feel of her lips against my skin, but when she bit into it a trace of strawberry juice dripped on her chin.
“Whoops,” I said, reaching out to brush it away.
“These are divine,” she said. “You should have one.”
“Oh, trust me. I will,” I said.
I fed her one last strawberry before my first idea popped into my head. She was moaning and enjoying the succulent fruit and its creamy goodness as I scooped another strawberry into the cream, but this time I put it between my own lips and leaned into her.
I watched her smirk before she wrapped her lips around the opposite end of the fruit, and just as her hands raked through my hair we both bit down and devoured one another. Our tongues battled for the juices the fruit had for us, as well as dominance over the other, and I slid her down onto her back while we swallowed the shared fruits.
I dragged my strawberry-tainted lips over her neck while I helped her shed her clothes, and when she was bare underneath me I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs. I reached over and dipped my finger in the whipped cream, smearing it along her nipples and tracing a pattern down to her belly button while she bucked against my touch.
Then, I captured each part of her covered in that luscious cream with my lips, lickin
g it off her while the red tint of heat rose to the top of her skin.
“Fuck, L,” she said, whispering.
Her soft body was underneath my hands and I couldn’t help but squeeze every bit of excess she possessed. There was something about the way her body jiggled and molded to mine that I just couldn’t get enough of, and the moment she dug her fingernails into the muscles she could reach on me, I knew she felt the same way. My body was just as intoxicating to her as hers was to mine, and in that very moment, Mike himself could’ve busted into that room.
And I still would have pounded her hips right in front of him.
I kissed all the way down to her delicate pussy before I grabbed another strawberry and raked it through the cream. I parted her glistening folds, groaning at the shining juices dripping from her hole, and I set the cream-covered strawberry right inside of her beautiful pussy.
“L?” she asked.
“Just lay back and relax,” I said.
I massaged her thigh with one hand while I scooped some whipped cream onto my fingertips with the other, and I proceeded to coat the inside and outside of her perfect pussy with the sugary goodness. By the time I was done with her, not a drop of it would be left in sight, and if I had it my way she’d be calling out to the heavens ready for her first orgasm.
“Oh, L,” she said.
I dropped my lips right to her pussy and began slowly licking all around her beautiful slit. Her legs parted so willingly for me, her thighs glistening with both the whipped cream and her own, while her hands fisted the sheets. She was trying desperately not to roll into me—to not destroy the beautiful creamy picture I’d painted in front of me—but I dove deep into her depths and enjoyed how wonderful she tasted until it drove her over the edge.
She bucked against my face, covering it in the sticky goodness I’d painted her body with, and my hands held her hips down while she moaned and writhed with pleasure. My tongue flicked her clit before I pulled it into my mouth, slurping her down while the heat of her pussy melted the cream into a delicious little snack.
I ran my tongue down to her entrance and I could taste the strawberry juices mixed with hers, then I planted my lips around her entrance as I sucked it right out of her pussy. She moaned at the sensation as I chewed and swallowed the pussy-soaked berry, then I shoved my tongue deep into her walls while she quivered around my face.
“Holy shit, L. What the fuck is this? Oh. Oh, God, yes. Please, please don’t, don’t, ugh.”
Her heels flew to my shoulders and her toes curled into my skin, and soon I was lapping full strokes up the sides of her pussy while her body caved to its orgasm. I raked my tongue all around her pussy, grooming it like a cat would groom a kitten. Then, when I was satisfied she was cleaned to my expectations, her legs slid off my shoulders while her lungs beckoned for air.
I kissed my sticky lips slowly back up her body, kissing all along her puckered nipples before I dipped down and kissed her mouth. I could feel her smiling into me, grateful for the pleasure I had just given her, and I rolled us over just so I could hold her close to me.
Soon, the tired look in her eye gave way to a devilish glint, and the moment she began to sink down to the floor I knew I was in for the ride of my life.
Chapter 14
Charlie
I slid to the floor and quickly undid his pants, anxious to pull that thick cock out and get it into my mouth. My head was still swimming from my orgasm, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mouth around his cock before he plunged it deep into my depths.
I yanked the rest of his clothes off his body and watched his muscles twitch with anticipation. It was all I could do to keep from raking my tongue along every throbbing muscle in his body. His dick bobbed with sheer want, the throbbing vein bulging from its side, and I dipped my entire hand into the whipped cream bowl and slathered his cock with it.
“Holy fuck, Charlie,” he said, groaning.
I swallowed his dick to the back of my throat while my tongue licked up all the sugary cream I had doused his dick with. I slurped and gulped, planting my slippery whipped creamed hand onto his stomach and making a mental note to lick it off later. His adventurous spirit in the bedroom was something I had been craving in a man for years, and now that I finally got to enjoy it I wasn’t holding anything back.
After all, this had to end eventually—with uncertain consequences—so I was going to ride this train as hard as I could for as long as it lasted.
“Good holy fuck, Charlie. What the—”
I took him deep to the back of my throat before my tongue licked out, touching the base of his cock and running it around until I could gather all the whipped cream. I felt him grow still bigger, pulsing against my lips while his dick just kept growing for me.
Then, I felt his hands tangle themselves in my hair, before he pulled me off of him.
“That’s not where I wanna cum today, beautiful,” he said.
I moaned at his words before he tossed me to the bed. My body bounced while I tried to gather myself onto my knees, but by the time I had steadied myself I felt him running his wet cock along the crack of my ass. He painted my ass cheeks in his pre-cum before he slid his dick inside my body, and my head dipped into the bed as he set a furious pace.
“You’re so fucking tight for me. Oh, fuck, Charlie. Holy shit.”
I bucked back into him while his dick hit me in all the right places. I could feel my legs quivering as I moaned and shivered into the comforter, and his balls smacking against my clit as they hung low with want, did me even more than I could’ve asked for.
“Holy shit, you’re massive,” I said breathlessly.
His hips snapped against mine and his balls smacked my clit, but before I could slowly approach my own orgasm he pulled out of me quickly and flipped me over. My tits bounced in my face as he descended onto my body, and he pulled a nipple between his teeth. My back arched into him, my hands tugging his hair and pulling his face deeper into me, and he moaned in wanton lust just before with one great thrust, he slammed his dick back inside me.
“Oooooh, God, L. Yes.”
My whimpers and moans became monosyllabic drones as his dick pumped deep into my body. I wrapped my thick legs tightly around him while his face sunk into the crook of my neck, and I could feel his heavy breaths while his body drove into mine. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of the room while the bed banged against the wall, and my nails dug into the chiseled muscles that cascaded down his back, and soon my orgasm began to build again.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Please, don’t stop. Oh L, don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop. Holy fuck, I’m not gonna stop. I’m so close, Charlie. Shit.”
I released his waist and dug my hips into the bed, matching him thrust for thrust just before his teeth sank into the meat of my breasts. He moaned into my skin just as he buried deep into my pussy, his cock twitching and jumping while my walls clamped down around his cock. My body shivered and quaked, pulled taut by my orgasm while my head spun and my vision blacked out.
Then, all at once, my body collapsed to the bed while L’s dick continued to fill me to the brim before his cum seeped out onto the bed.
I heaved for air, my throat wheezing as I tried to catch my breath. His rippling body of muscle collapsed onto me, shielding me from the world while he peppered my neck with soft kisses. We were both trembling in each other’s arms, rocked by our orgasms and shaking from the adrenaline-laced adventure.
I felt tears rising to my eyes—sheer joy filling the depths of my soul—and that’s when the panic quickly settled in.
“That was amazing, Charlie,” L said in my ear. “Holy fuck, where did you learn to do all that?”
“That had nothing to do with me,” I said, panting. “You fuck like a Sex God.”
“A Sex God, huh?” he asked, as he slid off me. “Maybe that should be my nickname in your phone.”
“Oh please. I think I’ll make it ‘needy little
bitch’ instead,” I said.
“Oh, it hurts so bad,” he said.
“Oh, no. It hurts so good,” I said, smirking.
I felt L drape the comforter down over our bodies and I finally found the energy to roll over and take a look at him. His forehead was glistening with sweat and his lips were swollen from his kisses to my neck. His eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were red with his exertion. I felt my heart flutter in my chest just before I swallowed deep, and I looked away before I sunk any deeper into his stare.
Shit. I was catching feelings for my boss.
I told myself not to do this. I told myself this was a bad idea and that nothing good could come of it. I told myself I could lose my job or lose my heart or lose the respect I’d garnered in the office. I could lose my future and my potential career and even the dreams I had of opening my own business one day. Holy fuck, I could lose it all right in this very moment if I looked over at L again and my chest tugged like that.
So, I took another chance and tilted my head to look at him once more.
He picked his hand up and slowly brushed some hair away from my eyes. He tucked some loose strands of red hair behind my ear before his thumb stroked my cheek lightly, and I turned my lips to his skin before I kissed the tip of his finger.
