by Amy Brent
She was a beautiful woman, and the apology that fell so easily from her lips pissed me off more than it comforted me. I didn’t want her to be sorry. I wanted her to be hooked. I wanted my body to fly across her mind as many times as those tits had appeared on the backs of my eyes. I wanted her to rub out orgasm after orgasm in the shower, just like I had to every single morning. This woman drove me wild, and for days I’d tried to fight her off. I tried to tell myself she was my employee and that I’d written the handbook on what was appropriate when it came to interoffice relationships.
But her plump lips were calling to me and her curves were molding to my throbbing muscles. My dick pulled towards her pussy, tenting my pants in the middle of that damn pub while she laid her head against my chest. My toes sizzled with electricity and I could see the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck. Her hair smelled like cinnamon and her body felt like a comforter blanketing me from the harsh winter storm outside.
I wanted to paint my walls with the color of her femininity.
The song ended and I stepped away from her before I took her hand and headed out of the bar. I’d come back in the morning and settle up my tab, but for now I wanted to walk her back to her room. I felt myself breaching a line with her that was absolutely unacceptable, even for my standards, and the more she melded into my body the weaker I felt myself becoming to her.
But, when we got back to her room and she opened her hotel room door with her key, I grabbed her by the waist and twisted her around.
Then, I crashed my lips down upon hers as my arms wrapped around her back and pulled her close.
Chapter 8
Charlie
I was absolutely shocked at the kiss he pressed against me. My back fell into the open hotel suite door and we stumbled into my room, his thick dick pressing against my hips through his pants. This man was my boss, the man who had literally turned me down last night because of the same exact issue.
But his body had set me on fire and there was no way I could resist him now.
We ripped off each other’s clothes and left them in a trail as we moved from the door to the room. When we tumbled into the bed I straddled his hips. His hand grabbed my breast while his lips navigated to my nipple, and my head lolled back in pleasure while my body got swept up in his heat. His rock hard body was shining underneath the winter moon streaming in through my window, and I felt my wetness dripping onto his skin while his tongue circled my puckered nipple.
He rolled me over and dipped between my legs while I hung halfway off the bed. He moved his lips to my other nipple, pulling and tugging on it as electricity shot through my bones, and the only thing I could do was run my fingers through his deep, dark hair. I wanted him further down, down towards my pussy I could feel dripping down my ass crack.
His lips were so soft against my stomach. His hands trailed down every curve my body took before he pushed my knees out, exposing me to him while he planted small kisses on the inside of my legs. His tongue was everywhere—in my belly button, along the excess of my thighs, trailing around the dip of my waist. He was painting me in his saliva before he feasted on my pussy, and my hips undulated into him as whimpers fell from my lips.
Without a sound, his tongue parted my folds. He shoved his long, dexterous tongue deep within me before he slid it up my slit, then he flicked my clit and sent my world spiraling. I propped my heels up on his meaty shoulders while he knelt on his knees, and his tongue pressed deep into my clit as it grew underneath his touch.
“Holy fuck, L,” I said breathlessly.
His tongue swirled around my clit before he flicked the tip of it lightly. Sparks popped in my stomach and my toes curled into his skin, sizzling at his every touch while my pussy dripped in lust for his body. His hands grabbed mine away from his hair before he interlocked our fingers, then he pulled my arms and arched my shoulders off the bed as he scooted me closer into his lips.
He had restricted my movements while his tongue assaulted my pussy, and I felt the breath leave my lungs as that burn started churning behind my hips.
“Oh, God, L. Yes—please—”
He hummed into my body before he drew my clit between his lips. His tongue was so attentive, lapping up every edge of my pussy he could find before drinking all I had to give him. His thumbs swirled around the tops of my hands even as he pulled my body into his, and the moment I felt that rubber band pop he dove straight into my pussy without taking another breath.
My body shook and convulsed for him as he lapped deeply at my clit, shaking my legs before they fell from his shoulders. My pleasure got caught in my throat, battling between screaming his name and moaning in ecstasy. His smooth cheeks were pressed against my thighs as my legs clamped down around him, and when I was finally done trembling in his wake I felt him rest his cheek onto my skin.
He reared back and massaged my legs, loosening them up after he made them quake with the strokes of his tongue, and I could feel myself dripping onto the side of the bed. He massaged me all the way down to my feet before he kissed me up my leg, and I reached down for his hair, pulling him up to me.
I crashed my lips into his, reveling in his touch as his hands slid up my sides. I could feel his cock twitching between my legs, large and thick while his pre-cum dripped on the edges of my skin. His body was roaring with life, coursing with a heat that made my own body sweat, and instantly I was addicted to his every touch. Every place he pressed his lips was set on fire, and every time his dick brushed against my skin I felt my toes curl with electricity.
There was no coming back from this moment, and I didn’t give a shit.
“Please, L,” I said. “Please let me have you.”
His eyes hooked with mine, and without a sound he drove his dick into me. My jaw unhinged while my pussy expanded to take him in, my body recoiling in both pain and absolute pleasure as he pressed against that beautiful sweet spot. The grin on his face told me everything I needed to know about how he was feeling, but after—when he brought his lips softly to mine—I could feel the desperation behind his touch.
He stood up and grabbed my legs, scooting me to the edge of the bed before he lifted the rest of me to him. He pulled all the way out before he slammed back into my body and I felt my tits leap at his assault. Time and time again, he pulled all the way out before plunging back into my depths, and every single time I moaned out to the ceiling.
Slowly, he picked up his pace. I watched every single rippling muscle on his body expand and contract with each thrust he dealt my body, and every time he sank into me my legs trembled. My tits bounced on my chest and my pussy throbbed around his giant cock, milking him for his pre-cum while his balls smacked against my ass.
“Holy hell, L. Yes. God, you feel so good. Oh, yes.”
He dropped down to me, releasing my legs as his planted themselves beside my head. Every part of him was in tune with me and what I wanted from him, and I wrapped my thick legs around him as he slathered his dick in my juices. His balls began splattering my fluids all onto my ass cheeks as I dripped down his cock, and just as his lips captured mine once again I felt that telltale burn begin in my pelvis again.
“Shit, L. Yes. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop,” I said, begging now. My body jumped as he pounded into my hips and my hands slid around his neck as I dug my fingernails into his chiseled back. I hung on for dear life as he panted and grunted into my ear, and before I knew it I was throwing my head back and yelling his name to the ceiling.
“L! Yes! Oh—holy shit! Fuck! Yes, L! Right there! Right there! Right there!”
I popped once again because of his body, my pussy throbbing hard around his dick, but this time I felt him bury his face into my neck and groan against my skin.
My back dropped to the bed just as his dick twitched inside of me, and he pumped me so full of his cum that it began squirting back out onto the bed.
I laid there, drenched in sweat, and all I could do was smile at the ceiling. Ellison James was so much mo
re of a man than I’d ever thought he would have been in bed. He was strong, quiet, and attentive. He knew how to work that tongue and didn’t rely on just his dick to get the job done.
But, the moment he dropped down next to me in bed, things got awkward.
The clouded haze of passion lifted and I realized I was laying naked, next to my boss with his cum dripping out from between my legs. Every single thing I could have possibly said in that very instant swirled through my mind, but what came flying from my lips I’ll never understand.
“Good thing I’m on the pill, huh?” I asked.
“I knew you were,” he said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said, getting up and putting his clothes on. “I saw you take it just before we got off the flight.”
“Oh,” I said.
All of a sudden, I felt exposed. I watched this powerful man clothe the body that had just pinned me down and wracked me with pleasure, and I wrapped the comforter of the bed around me to shield myself from his gaze.
“I need to get packing,” he said. “We’ve got an early flight to catch tomorrow. You should probably pack as well.”
“I’ll get right on that,” I said.
“You’ll also need to make sure all those forms are faxed over before we leave tomorrow for the States.”
“I can do that,” I said.
And just like that, he was gone. I stood there, letting the swirling moment percolate in my mind while I listened to his footsteps recede down the hallway, and for a while I wondered if I’d just fucked things up.
Even after last night, things hadn’t been this awkward between the two of us, and something told me he was going to think less of me for fucking him.
I was officially the desperate bitch that fucked her boss. I’d climbed his entire fucking company to get where I was without sucking a single fucking cock, and three days into a financial summit I spread my legs for the owner of the fucking company himself.
Shit. I just fucked myself out of the self-respect he had developed for me.
But holy hell, it was fucking worth it.
Chapter 9
Ellison
“Wait, all of them signed?” Michael asked.
“Yep. All eighteen fucking investors are officially on board,” I said.
“L, that’s the entire fucking fiscal year. That’s our base operating cost plus the fucking luxury hotel in the Bahamas. Dude! Holy shit! I honestly didn’t think you’d pull that off.”
“What the hell do you think I do around here, klutz?” I asked. “And anyway, it really all came down to Charlie. She’s proven the promotion this company gave her, and she’s gonna stay there as long as she can stand it.”
“Well that’s good, it’s great really. So how did her presentation go?” he asked.
“It was good. She gave them every piece of information they needed and she even did these 3D images of the blueprints we’ve been bouncing back and forth. Then, she came up with this idea on the spot about the investors voting on which one they liked the best.”
“Oh, shit. She sprang a vote on you?” Mike asked.
“Yeah, and I didn’t hate it,” I said.
“Who are you and what have you done with Ellison James? You feelin’ alright?”
“I’m fine, just jetlagged. I’m not a hard ass, and I actually do shit around this company, unlike the impression you seem to have. Did you really think I wouldn’t have been able to close those fucking deals? I would’ve had them eating out of the palm of my hand.”
“I’m just givin’ you a hard time. Lighten up, L. Geez, that flight really kicked your ass,” he said.
Just then, Charlie came through the double doors of my office. She had the originally signed documents from all the investors notarized, and she set them down on my desk before her eyes hooked with mine.
“I faxed them all the copies of their notarized documents. These are the originals, alphabetized by their last names with their financial contributions as well as their stock incentives highlighted.”
“You know my secretary would’ve done all that, right?” I asked.
“She hasn’t been at her desk all day, Mr. James,” she said.
My dick twitched at the sound of my name dripping from her lips. Scenes of our night together flashed through my mind and I could’ve sworn I could still taste her on my lips. I leaned over and saw the empty desk of my secretary, then promptly picked up the phone and pressed the auto dial for her cellphone.
I was thankful when she picked up because that meant I could shoo Charlie out of the room. There was no way in hell I was spending any time around her other than what was absolutely necessary until I could wash our excursion from my mind. What I needed to do was get through my day without encountering her again, get my dick under control long enough to have a professional conversation with her, then get my dick plowing into another woman I could fixate on.
Because this was absolute bullshit.
I hung up the phone after talking to my secretary and I saw the smirk on Mike’s lips. I kept chastising myself for even having the thoughts about Charlie that were running through my head, and the more distracted I got, the more it registered with Mike.
“Take a deep breath. Her tits aren’t that glorious,” he said.
But, you haven’t drank from their pools like I have.
“It was rough, spending time with her like that in such close quarters. She pulled out these little flirtatious stunts I see women sharks do sometimes, and she had every fucking investor eating out of her damn hand.”
“Were you eating out of it?” he asked.
“She’s my employee. Off limits,” I said, lying.
“I know, I know,” Mike said. “No office relationships or some such shit. One day you’ll crack, and I’ll be ecstatic when I shake the hand of the woman who broke Ellison James.”
If only you knew she’d just walked into the room.
“How’s that leg comin’ along?” I asked.
“Itchy as fuck. My girlfriend’s fucking taken every single thing I had to stick down my cast and itch with. I’ve got nothing to help with it now.”
“You scratch it too much and you’ll break open the skin and get it infected,” I said.
“Sounds like you know from experience,” Mike noticed.
“And it was the fucking worst, so stop itching. And your girlfriend has a name. Use it or drop her if it makes you that uncomfortable to date someone long term.”
“Yeah, yeah. You stop gawking at the big tits in the office and I’ll give her a name,” he said.
Mike left me to my thoughts while he hobbled out on his crutches, and I knew I had to talk with Charlie. There would be gallons of tension between the two of us if we didn’t have some semblance of a conversation about what happened over the weekend. I picked up the phone and called down to her desk, and her voice fluttered over the phone in that sultry tone I remembered her using as she yelled my name to the ceiling.
I knew she was a screamer.
“Hello?” she asked.
“It’s me, Charlie,” I said.
“Well hello, Mr. James. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I was wondering if you’d be able to meet me somewhere tonight. We really should talk.”
“I agree. But, we probably shouldn’t meet where anyone might see us,” she said.
“What did you have in mind?”
“There’s a bar off an alleyway not too far from my place. It’s close enough to where you won’t feel obligated to walk me home, and no one in this company would ever be caught dead there.”
“That seedy, huh?” I asked.
“You’ve no idea. You might want to get your vaccinations up to date before tonight,” she said.
I chuckled over the phone and was instantly reminded of why she was entrancing in the first place. I cleared my throat, trying to bury my respect and admiration for her, and we ironed out a time to meet before I hung up the phone.
The entire day, the only thing I could think about was meeting up with her. My leg jiggled in excitement as I ironed out some building details over the phone with multiple contractors in the Bahamas. My mind was plagued with thoughts of her smile and laughter while I wrote memos and lists of things for my sick secretary to take care of when she got back in. I almost gave the florist the wrong fucking address when I went to send something to my secretary because I couldn’t get Charlie’s eyes out of my head.
But, when I put the phone down and went to go grab my bag, I couldn’t get the memory of the sweet taste of her pussy out of my mouth.
I decided to take a taxi to that part of town to give me time to find the bar. I’d already had a couple of drinks by the time 6 PM crept around, and my eyes started searching for her as the clock ticked nearer to our agreed time. My stomach stung with anticipation, waiting to catch a glimpse of her as she walked through the door.
But nothing could have prepared me for the breath that left my lungs when I finally laid eyes on her.
Her beautiful red hair was free from its typical business confines, billowing around her shoulders as she walked into the bar. She was in nothing but a gray t-shirt that fell off her shoulder and a pair of white-washed jeans that rounded out her ass, but she looked absolutely radiant even as she sat down in front of me.
