by Jess Dee
He grinned and palmed his cock. “Would you rather hear that I woke up thinking about you?”
“No. Definitely not.”
“I also woke up with an erection.”
A heartbeat passed before she responded, but in that heartbeat, Ben heard it: a whisper-soft whimper. “Don’t do this, Ben.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Make it personal.”
“Too late, sweetness. It’s already personal. When I wake up with a hard-on and you on my mind, you better believe it’s personal.”
She sighed into the phone. “Do you still have it?” Her sternness was gone, replaced by a kind of grudging acceptance.
“My erection?”
“Yeah.”
“I do.”
Another whimper.
Ben stroked his cock. “I’ve had it since I woke up. Haven’t been able to get out of bed because of it.”
“So…so you’re lying in bed, talking to me, with an erection?”
“Correction. I’m lying in bed, naked and talking to you, with an erection.”
She waited a moment. “I’m lying in bed too.”
“Naked?” He closed his eyes, imagining her as such and stroked a little faster.
“No.” Another soft sigh. “I’m wearing knickers.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing else.”
He squeezed his eyes tight. “Take them off, sweetness.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to touch yourself while you talk to me. That’s why.”
“Oh.” She sounded contemplative. “Okay.”
He swallowed a groan.
For a good few seconds only her breathing and the rustle of something in the background echoed through the phone. And then, “Done.”
“They’re off?” he asked.
“They’re off,” she confirmed.
“Where’s your hand?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“On my breast. Squeezing it.”
“I’d like to put my hand on your breast.”
“I’d like you to put your hand on your cock.”
“It’s already there.”
A small intake of breath. “It is?”
“I’ve been stroking it since I heard your voice.”
“My voice is that big a turn-on?”
“You’re that big a turn on.”
“Keep talking, Cowley.”
“Touch your pussy, sweetness.”
“I…am.”
Ben shuddered. “Good. Now tell me how it feels.”
“Sensitive,” she replied. “Warm. And… Oh!” A soft gasp. “…Wet.” Her voice was a good three tones lower than it had been.
“Where are your fingers?” Hell, he wanted every detail.
“One is on my clit. Rubbing. Another is…mmmm, sliding…inside my…ahhh…cunt.”
Ben stilled. He hadn’t expected her to answer her phone, he hadn’t expected her to talk to him, and he sure hadn’t expected her to indulge in dirty talk. It made his dick swell even further. “Your wet cunt?” Forming words in this state was harder than he’d thought it would be.
“My v-very wet cunt.”
“Good. Keep it there. Keep sliding it in and out while you play with your clit.”
“Tell me about your erection.”
“It’s big. Almost as big as it was on your couch. And hard. So hard it kind of hurts to touch it.”
“But you are touching it?”
“Can’t stop,” he confessed. “And knowing where your hand is now? Don’t wanna stop.”
“Mmmm. Me neither.”
Silence filtered over the phone as he stroked himself, imagining her hand on her pussy. He stroked a little harder. Moaned.
Her answering groan lit his stomach with fire.
“Tell me about your weekend.” Where he found the energy to talk, he had no idea, but he just wanted to hear her voice. Wanted to know that although they weren’t together, they were right there on the same wavelength.
“It was okay. Quiet, I guess. Yours?”
“Okay. Lonely.” Now why did he admit to that?
“You been alone all weekend?”
“Nope. I was out last night with some mates.” He tugged harder on his dick. “With Will.”
Silence greeted him. Silence that extended for too long.
And then, “Did…did you and he…?”
“No.” He released his cock and sat up, hearing something he couldn’t identify in her voice. “No, sweetness. We didn’t.”
“Why not?”
Why not, indeed. He grabbed his erection again, resumed stroking it. “Because I wasn’t interested.” True. For the first time since he and Will had shared their first woman, he had no interest in sharing another one with his friend.
“I, er, thought it turned you on?” Her voice was hoarse. And curious.
“It does. It just didn’t turn me on this weekend. You did.”
“You never saw me this weekend.”
“I know. And I wish I had. I’ve been in a state of semipermanent arousal since Friday night.”
Her breath whispered over the phone. “M-me too.”
“Christ, Mel.” He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say. If he did, he’d beg her to come round, and every instinct he possessed told him that would be a mistake. She’d refuse. He had her now. On the phone. He had her fingers in her pussy, and although it wasn’t him doing the fucking, knowing she was fucking herself more than sufficed—for now.
He changed the subject, moved to less volatile ground. “What did you do this weekend?
“Went to a movie. With my sister.”
“Which sister?”
“The one who’s a year older than me.”
“Do you see her a lot?”
“Yeah. She’s my best friend.”
“You’re lucky. To have siblings. I don’t have any.”
“I am lucky. They’re good sisters. All of them.”
“Do they know you seduced me at work?”
“What? God, no!”
“If they did know, would they approve?”
It took a while for her to answer. “If they knew it made me happy, they’d approve.”
He smiled, immediately liking her sisters. They’d approve for the right reasons. “Did it make you happy?”
She didn’t answer.
“Where are your fingers now, sweetness?”
“Where are yours?”
“Wrapped around my cock. Still.”
“Mine are in my pussy, still. Well, one is. One’s on my clit.”
“Did seducing me make you happy?”
“Yes. It did.”
His heart stuttered. “It made me happy too.” Before he let the moment and the admission overwhelm them, he launched into another question. “Ever had a finger in your arse?”
She answered without skipping a beat. “Not my finger, no.”
“So, someone else’s?”
Her silence was all the answer he needed.
“Did you like it?”
When she responded her voice was tinged with the same shyness he’d seen in her smile. “A lot.”
He lowered his voice as he powered his hand over his erection. Precome spilled from his tip, lubricating his palm. “Ever had a cock in your arse?”
There it was. Another whimper. “Are you offering yours?”
It took a good few seconds before he could answer. “Yeah, sweetness. I am.”
“In that case…I accept.”
A deep groan escaped from his chest. “Fuck, you’re hell-bent on killing me with lust, aren’t you?”
She laughed throatily into the phone. “You asked.”
“I did.” Another groan. “And now I can’t wait.”
“Me…neither.”
“Mel?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna come.” His orgasm pounded in his tight testicles.
“Now?”
“In about ten seconds.”
A whimper. “Let me hear it. Every bit of it.”
“’Kay.” He spasmed. Once. Groaned. Grabbed the base of his cock as his orgasm hit. “Oh, fuck!” It slammed through him. “Fu-uck!”
Every muscle in his body tensed as come shot through his dick, pulsing out of him. “C-coming, sweetness.” A string of semen landed on his stomach. “Coming…hard.” Another one landed just below it. “Ahhh.” Another pulse, another string of semen. “Mel!”
Her cries echoed over the phone as he called her name.
She was coming too. Coming in time with him. Calling out his name, whimpering. And then moaning wordlessly.
His dick pulsed again as he emptied himself all over his belly. Even after the come ran out, he dry heaved, pulsing in time to her moans, breathing heavily. And then not breathing at all.
He collapsed onto his back, utterly spent, listening to the sound of her ragged breathing. When at last it had slowed to a pace he thought she might be able to talk, he growled into the phone.
“Sweetness?”
“Hmmm?”
“Tomorrow night, your arse is mine.”
Chapter Eight
True to his word, on Monday night, Ben made her arse his. And it felt so damn good, Melissa offered it again on Tuesday night. And Wednesday. On Wednesday night, it felt even better than it had the previous two nights, but that was probably because they weren’t alone.
Will watched them.
And he made no bones about it either. He pulled up a seat at his window, and with the light beaming down on him, he sat and enjoyed the show, even giving her a thumbs-up when it was over.
Once again, Ben refused to let him see the good bits, or her naked bits at any rate, but it did not detract from her pleasure at all. She felt naughty and decadent and sexy and aroused all at once. And she loved every minute of it.
Or perhaps she loved every minute of being with Ben.
Ben.
He’d started phoning her first thing in the morning. Every morning. It was, Melissa decided, a very satisfying way to start the day. Way better than the run that followed the phone call. He also insisted on walking her to her car every night. And planting a very sexy, very thorough kiss on her mouth when he said goodbye. She’d stopped resisting. Couldn’t see a reason to refuse his company and goodnight kiss anymore, especially because no one from their office had seen them together at the end of the day—yet.
He hadn’t tried to bring her to orgasm in her car again, but then he didn’t need to. By the time they left the office at night, Mel was so sexually sated, she did not need anything more. Well, not until the next morning, anyway.
The next morning she’d wake to find herself swamped in desire, and just as she’d start to think the desire would overwhelm her, the phone would ring. And then it was quite okay for the desire to overwhelm her. So long as Ben was equally overwhelmed.
Along with Friday, Melissa’s period came, and she was almost grateful for the excuse. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist if Ben insisted on seeing her over the weekend.
Ben insisted anyway, but Mel held her ground. Sex with Ben was one thing. A relationship with him that had nothing to do with sex was another thing altogether. Like this, she could keep telling herself it was physical and nothing more. If she removed sex from the equation, and they continued to have such a good time together, she’d know it was more. A lot more.
And a lot more would interfere with her goals. She couldn’t let that happen.
Still, Ben phoned her on Saturday morning and evening. And Sunday morning. And not once did he bring up sex. On Saturday morning he phoned to tell her he’d woken up with a craving for a caramel kiss, and on Saturday evening, he described in great detail every bite of the kiss he’d found at the bakery around the corner.
Melissa awoke in the middle of the night with an unnatural longing for a kiss. Well, two kisses.
When the phone rang on Sunday morning, she complained to Ben—at length—about how he’d kept her up the whole night. He accepted her grumpy rumblings good-naturedly.
On Sunday evening, the phone didn’t ring. The doorbell did. And there stood Ben, holding a white baker’s box loaded to the brim with caramel kisses.
Melissa accepted the box gratefully and sent Ben on his way.
He headed straight to his car, only to return a minute later with a bottle of wine. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t get him to leave. Okay, so she didn’t try very hard, but she did insist at least once. Ben agreed to go—just as soon as she’d shared a caramel kiss with him. Four hours later, her belly full of dessert and wine, she finally kicked him out. He left with a smile. She closed the door behind him, mirroring that same smile.
As weekends went, it was a good one. Okay, it was the most enjoyable one she’d had in…years.
On Monday and Tuesday, Ben followed up their early morning phone calls with lunch in her office. And on Wednesday, Melissa followed up their early morning phone call with a frantic dash to his office.
With her hands full of files, three people on her heels and her heart racing like crazy, she stood outside Ben’s door, calling out urgent instructions to the junior staff members who reported to her.
“Jerry, I want that report finished, printed and on my desk in an hour for review. Sue, get Everton’s secretary on the phone and make an appointment for tomorrow morning. Don’t let her make any excuses for him. Not one. And when you’re finished, get Westpac on the phone and make sure the money’s been transferred. Pete, I need every document Everton ever signed double-checked right now. Also, let Alistair know Ben and I are dealing with the fallout right now, and I’ll get back to him in an hour with a game plan. Now move it. Go.”
She watched, gratified as all three of them ran to carry through on her instructions, then turned, marched into Ben’s office and closed the door behind her.
He sat behind his desk regarding her with a worried look. “Problems with the Everton deal?”
Melissa shook her head. “Not one.” She dumped her load on his desk.
He narrowed his eyes, obviously concerned. “Didn’t look that way to me.”
“Good. Then it won’t look that way to anyone else in the office.” She returned to the door and locked it. Thank God the only window to Ben’s office overlooked another building and not the corridor of their offices.
Ben sat up straight. “Care to tell me what’s going on?”
“It’ll be easier to show you.”
As she crossed the room, she looked into Will’s office. There he was, sitting at his desk. She smiled, once, and gave him not another thought.
“Show me what?” Ben swiveled his chair around to face her as she walked.
“This.” She eased onto her knees in front of him, pushed his legs apart and shuffled in close.
“Mel…”
“See, it struck me this morning, that for everything you and I have done together, or done over the phone, there’s one thing we haven’t tried yet.” She kept her gaze pinned to his as she spoke, watching his eyes grow black as night.
“There’s an office full of people right on the other side of my door,” Ben warned. But that was all he did. He didn’t walk away. Or push her away. Or try and still her hands as she worked on his belt, button and zip. Nor did he try to hide his growing erection.
“And most of them are, at this moment, trying to sort out a nonexistent crisis.”
“It’s the middle of the day, sweetness. A long way away from ten o’clock.” He lifted his arse up off the chair, so when she tugged on his pants and boxers, she met with no obstruction. His cock popped up to greet her watering mouth.
“Very good, Cowley.” She nodded her approval and folded one hand around his balls and the other around his erection. “You worked that out so quickly. I can see you must have shined in your math classes at school.”
“Sarcasm, Mel?”
“Desire, Cowley.”
“For math?”
“For a taste of you.”
His cock jerked in her hand. “Carry on speaking like this, and you won’t just get a taste. You’ll get a mouthful.”
“Exactly what I’d hoped for.”
A bead of moisture trickled from the slit of his cock. “Anyone could walk in.”
“The door’s locked.”
“Anyone can hear.”
“Stop speaking and there won’t be anything to hear.”
Ben shut up. And then groaned low in his throat as she took him into her mouth, one rigid inch at a time.
“Not gonna last, sweetness,” he warned. “Been waiting almost a week to come inside you again.”
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not with her mouth as full as it was. She dove into the task at hand, giving it her everything.
It didn’t take long. Minutes maybe, before Ben’s moans filled her ears, before his hands clasped her head and held her face still while he thrust gently into her mouth.
She sensed the restraint in his movements. Knew he held back, restricting his thrusts for fear of choking her.
She was having none of it. He’d given her everything sexually up until now, held back nothing. He’d wrought orgasms from her with his mouth and his hands and his cock. It was only fair she give him back just as much.
She opened her mouth wider, and the next time he thrust inside, she caught his dick and swallowed.
“Holy fucking hell.”
His shout was gratifying, although Melissa feared for just a second it would attract attention.
Then he pulled back and thrust again, and she forgot about the attention and focused on his cock. On the way it slid further and further down her throat. On the way his flavor exploded over her taste buds, salty, musky. He tasted like pure, unadulterated man.
She focused on the way his low groans filled the office, and how his thrusts intensified. Focused on keeping her cheeks hollowed, sucking him when he drove in and caressing him as he pulled out.
“Gonna come, sweetness.” He clutched her face tighter, thrust faster. His voice was hoarse, and when she peeked up at his face, his eyes were closed, his head thrown back.
She sucked harder.
“Love…coming inside you,” he rasped. “Ahh… Fuck!”
The words stopped, just like that. His cock pulsed in her mouth. Once, twice, and a burst of slippery fluid slid down her throat. Then another. She held off while she could, letting his orgasm flow, letting the pleasure take him, but when come began to spill from her lips, and she had no choice, she swallowed. Once.
