by Amber Heart
She groaned and tried to fight me back but I didn’t let go of her wrists and kept her in place with my hips pressed along her as my mouth fought another battle with her lips. I tried forcing my tongue to open up her tightly sealed lips but she didn’t allow it. I tried sucking the corners. I grazed my teeth lightly on her outline and that made her gasp. I wasted no time and immediately put my tongue into action to invade her mouth completely.
And then her fight transformed into submission. She was kissing me back. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her thigh to pull her closer and my other hand slid into her strands to keep her face steady. With a loud ping, the elevator opened on my floor. Cassandra tried to break off the kiss, but I knew if I let her go, she’d start rationalizing and run away. I didn’t want to give her that chance. I did break the kiss, but not the contact. Trailing kisses along her neck, I carried her out of the elevator with her legs wrapped around me.
Reaching for my card, I let her stand on her feet. I expected her to be all awkward and try to run away, but instead, she began working on my tux. Impatient to have her, I unlocked the door and tugged her in. “I want you, Cassandra,” I whispered, looking into her eyes and all I found was raw sexual energy and desire. My own body was burning with hot testosterone. “I want you too, Aaron. I want you so fucking much,” she whispered back in a need filled, husky voice which alone almost made me combust. I groaned at her lust. I had never heard something so sexy. “You have me, baby,” I growled and claimed her mouth once again. I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her up, I walked towards the king sized bed. She shrugged my jacket down from my shoulders as I let her stand. And then her mouth was on the nape of my neck as she opened the first three buttons of my shirt. She struggled with rest of them but then just gripped the lapels and pulled them apart. The remaining buttons flew in all directions. “Sorry, they were taking too long,” she said as I stared at her in surprise. Holy fuck. She just made me harder than I have ever been in my life. The wildness, the hunger, the roughness, I fucking loved it.
Her nails scraped my bare back and her tongue played with my hard chest as I helped her out of that fantastic red dress that has been driving me crazy all holiday. She had been stark naked under that dress. “Fuck, Cassandra, you are beautiful,” I admired her beauty as my eyes took her in from top to bottom. None of my fantasies had done justice to her. She was beyond the description of words. “Enough ogling. Are you just going to sit there staring at me or are we going to fuck? Or am I going to have to please myself?” she challenged me. I looked at her and grinned. “You don’t know what you just asked for.” Though the thought of her bringing herself pleasure was capable of making my balls explode in no time.
I laid her back on the satin sheet and began to give my undivided attention to every inch of her delectable body, she moaned and squirmed and fisted my hair with a fierce grip when I tugged her hard as rock nipples and teased them with my experienced tongue. While my mouth worked on her erect nipples, my hands kneaded her plush breasts. “I need you, Aaron,” she begged me and arched up into my already achingly hard body. As much as I wanted to lose myself in her, I had a few other plans. Don’t blame me, it was her fault. She should have known better than to challenge me. I put all my focus on her too glorious to be real breasts that filled my palm perfectly. She was screaming and writhing, begging me to claim her. I finally let my fingers crawl down to her folds and found her dripping wet. It took me less than 30 seconds before she climaxed right on my fingers.
“Was that better than staring?” I asked her as she got down. “You are such a bastard,” she glared at me and I chuckled. “Baby, I have just started with you,” I invaded her mouth with a long, rough kiss that earned me a scratch on the back and shoulders. She was a wild cat that I was just beginning to discover. I broke away from her mouth and traveled down her body to her navel and then further to her wet folds. “No, Aaron, don’t. Please,” she pleaded, gathering my intentions. “No one has ever done that to me. I don’t like it,” she said, as if I was going to listen. Though there was this immense feel of victory that I was the only one to do this to her.
Her loud cry echoed the room as my tongue lapped across her labia. I increased the speed as her cries turned into moans and then she was begging me for more. I let her build and build until she was begging for release. And then I tentatively sucked her bundle of nerves and she exploded with climax after climax. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. How the hell was I missing this for all these years,” she said with a laugh and the thought of some other man doing this to her didn’t sound remotely funny to me.
“Your body belongs to me, Cassandra.” I growled at her. I don’t know why I said that to her. It was absurd thing to say but imagining her with someone else, crying out someone else's name like she was crying mine, it made me homicidal, it made me see bloody red. “You hear me?” I asked and then stepped out of my own pants and reached to the foil packet from the bedside. Rolling the rubber onto my achingly hard and large manhood, I finally slid into her hot and wet channel and closed my eyes at the intensity. We both moaned together as I conquered her and marked my territory. She was tight and so damn hot that I was already on the edge of losing it. “This is going to be hard and fast, babe. Not sure how long I'll be able to control myself” I gritted my teeth as I looked at her. What she said next, put me off the guard. “I don’t want you to control yourself, Aaron. Let go.” There was a fog of passion in her eyes that made me forgot everything and all I remembered was her, me and the way our bodies connected in search of mutual pleasure. I let it go. My famous control vanished and I gave in to the needs and desires of my body. And I’d swear on my life and the entire world, Cassandra Levant was the woman I wanted in my bed forever. She ruined me for every other girl. I was circumscribed by her.
*
I woke up with the delicious memories of last night, a wide satisfied smile crept to my lips as I thought of it. I had only one word to describe the experience; incredible. And I want a repeat, followed by more of it. I wanted more of Cassandra. I never spent the whole night with anyone. Once we'd finished, I asked them to leave, even with Jasmine and Elsa. It was very rare when I let them sleepover. But with Cassandra in my arms all night, it felt like the most natural thing and nothing about it appeared alien. We had been insatiable last night and now I was craving her again. I reached out for her but the other side of the bed was empty and cold. Opening my eyes with a jolt, I sat straight. There was no sign of her. I got out of bed and looked around. “Cassandra?” I knocked the bathroom door and called. No answer. Her clothes from last night were gone.
How could she leave without waking me up? Not after what we shared. I looked at my watch, it said nine twenty. I had a flight in two hours and I had to look for her. I had no idea what time her flight was but I needed to hurry. Get her contact number at least. I changed into my jeans and a shirt and rushed out. I was about to knock Quinn and Avery’s suite when Gina, one of the bridesmaids appeared from the other end of the corridor. “Aaron? I was just heading to your room,” she called. “Here,” she extended the jacket in her hand towards me. It was mine, from the other night, when Cassandra had stripped it off me. I took it from her hands, frowning. “Cass asked me to give it to you and say thank you.” “Thank me?” I didn’t get it. “I don’t know. She said you’ll understand.” Realization hit me and fury began to take over. How could she do this? “Where is Cassandra?” I asked in a tight voice. “Oh she left early this morning,” Gina smiled at me and turned to walk away. I stared at the jacket. She had used me and then left without saying a word. That was my own rule smacking me back in face.
Chapter 5
Cassandra
I looked around in my tiny new apartment. It was so small that four long strides could take you from one side to the other. It had ugly walls, peeling paint and a low roof. It looked more like an abandoned storeroom than a place to live. A small area on the right was turned into a kitchen with a counter, stove and a small fridge. The right si
de had a wall that separated the tiny bedroom from everything else. Remaining in the middle was the living room. I placed my duffel bag on the floor and set my hands on my hips. “Alright, this is what it is. Accept it and move on,” I said to myself and started off with fixing whatever could be fixed. It was time to get my life back on the road. I had the apartment and a few interviews scheduled in the upcoming week. I had already closed the doors of the past and was looking forward to the future.
I had worked for a PR agency for the past six months and it had been a dream job. I absolutely loved it. Generous allowances and employees’ facilities were of course additional perks. I was given an apartment in the building near to the office along with transport. I was proud of what I had landed in such short time. And then it had all blown up like a bad dream when Kenneth James, my boss asked me to get into the role of seductress and help him land an important client whose account could bring the agency to a very high level. I refused, of course, and was asked to choose between my job and my self-dignity. I packed my stuff from the table and left, only to find a seal on my apartment’s door with my stuff thrown out. I had left my stranded luggage at Mrs. Bowles, a kind lady who lived two floors down. I was on good talking terms with her so I called in for a favor and then boarded the plane to the Bahamas for Avery’s wedding.
Cleaning the best I could, I arranged my clothes in the small built-in wardrobe and changed the sheets of the bed that creaked every time I applied a small amount of pressure on it. Done, I fell on the bed and closed my eyes. I finally let my mind wander back to the morning I had woken up in Aaron’s arms. The night we had shared was filled with passion, desires and so much more. I had let go of my control and had embraced the opportunity to lose myself completely into the expert hands of the infamous manwhore, Aaron Maxfield. Little did I know he would awaken an entirely undiscovered part of me that was, wildness? The night that I had agreed upon was supposed to be a one night stand and forgotten the next day. But I was damned because every detail of it was written in in clear bold letters in my mind. I couldn’t forget it. When the hangover of Aaron’s touch faded, I had realized what a mess I had gotten into because I wanted him again and again and so much more from him. But Aaron didn’t do repeats. Hurt and disappointment had gotten over me. I had left his bed, planning to leave a note that would save us from the morning-awkwardness. While searching for a pen and paper what I had found was a pink thong with a note and number from his previous two lovers whom he had likely screwed previously, at the same time. Anger had flooded inside me at the conclusion that he treated every woman the same way and I was just one of his playthings along the way. I had known what I was getting myself into before I was in his bed, but looking at the souvenir of his scores, I was encountered with this unnamed feeling. But that was my decision and there was no reason to regret it. So I had left his room without leaving a single thing that would speak of my presence there. And then I had asked Gina to return his jacket along with my thanks. I wanted him to feel that it was me who had used him, not the other way around.
I was trying hard to put all of it behind me. Men and relationships weren’t on my radar. I got tempted for a night but that was it. I wasn’t going to let it rule my mind. And it wasn’t like I was ever going to see him again. Aaron Maxfield and that night was now like a dream I had encountered, enjoyed and then opened my eyes to a new day with new choices.
*
It was the fourth interview I had been to and I had no hope of getting a call back from it. Each of them demanded why I left my previous job, and given I had received no recommendation from my jackass ex-boss, all four of them weren’t willing to give me a chance. I had seen uncertainty in their eyes. Let it be then. I wasn’t going to publicize why I was fired from the job. I was beginning to lose it. My only ray of hope was getting the call from LeoField Ad Group. It was the most prestigious advertisement agency in Seattle with big accounts on their board. I had heard highly of the two men who ran the agency. I had met Mark Leonard briefly at one of the events I was covering a few months back and the guy was a legend in the industry. But everybody knew that it was the other partner who actually made the decisions and managed the entire group. If only I could secure the interview. All I needed was that one chance and then I’d prove what I was capable of if they took me on board.
On the morning of the twentieth day, I was standing in the elevator of LeoField Ad Group, heading for my interview. “You have to get this, Levant, there is no other option.” I was determined and high spirited as the door opened to the executive floor and I stepped out with my chin high and steps confident. “Cassandra Levant, I am here for the Assistant Account Associate interview,” I said to the strawberry blonde in mid-thirties on the reception desk. She looked up at me with a curt professional nod and talked into her phone. “You’ll be seen shortly. Please have a seat,” she gestured towards the waiting area.
I sat on the green leather couch and looked around. Being an ad agency, it wasn’t all that conventional. The interior wasn't special, everything was in white, black or grey. It was a creative blend, yet soothing to the eyes. Minutes passed and I kept looking at the people rushing in and out of rooms. I glanced at the large clock on the wall as ten minutes turned into fifteen and then twenty. I wasn’t approached yet. Just when I was about to get up and ask the receptionist, an extremely pretty brunette stormed out of the elevator and walked straight towards the door on the right. “Miss. Marek, please wait. You can’t go in there,” the blonde receptionist, called after her but the woman was long gone. She quickly reached for her phone and spoke into it, “Sir, Miss. Marek is on her way to your room.” Her face paled and she muttered after a few seconds, "I am sorry, Mr. …” her words were probably met by a dead line.
Ten minutes later the same brunette was leaving from where she had vanished, this time her face was red, from anger maybe. “Ms. Levant, please make your way in. Take the second door on left,” the receptionist called me five minutes after the brunette’s departure. She gestured at the same right door and gave me further directions. I thanked her and walked in.
I knocked on the door and opened it. The room was still. The chair on the other side of the desk was rotated so I didn’t know who was seated there. But there was something familiar in the air. Something I had gotten addicted to in the Bahamas. Don’t go there. I told myself and then knocked on the door again and asked in a clear voice, “May I?” No answer came and I felt stupid. After a few long, drawn out seconds, a low throaty voice spoke, “You may, Ms. Levant.” A voice I knew all too well. And then the chair swirled and I met those pitch black eyes that were embossed in the back of my mind like a sharpie. Aaron Maxfield was sitting before me, looking at me like he was ready to strike and sheer me. Air left my lungs and I tried hard to resume by breathing. Just when I had thought I’d never see him in my life again, he had to sit in the place which held my entire future.
I tried to walk as confidently as I could to the desk and then took the seat. Placing my folder on the table and bag down to my feet, I straightened my skirt and then ran my fingers through my hair. When everything was in place, I finally looked up. Holy earth to hell and back, his eyes was stripping me and I felt all the longing that I had tried to suppress in the past twenty days, taking back over me. I was instantly wet between my legs. Be a chess player. Nobody needs to know what you feel inside or think. Yes, that was what I was going to do. I cleared my throat and said, “Well, isn’t this a coincidence.” I said in a light tone, which came out as a hoarse whisper. Aaron leaned back in his chair and his thumb and index finger reached his chin which he scratched softly. The image of what these fingers had done to me came flying back and I flushed. “Yes, it is. Maybe that’s because a few things were left unfinished the last time we parted. Don’t you think?” he said in a tight tone and his eyes bored into me like daggers. That’s when I gathered; he was pissed – royally pissed. And a big part of my brain wagered that I was the reason.
Chapter 6
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sp; Aaron
Cassandra Levant was sitting a desk’s distance away from me and all I wanted to do was put her on the table and fuck her senseless. Fuck her until all she remembered was my name. I wanted to take it out on her how twisted she's had me in these last few weeks. I was like an injured tiger that was restless and in search of something he couldn’t get his hands on. I had tried so hard to get her out of my mind and body but she was like a stupid drug that got you addicted with one little taste. Cassandra was a drug to me. And now that she was sitting before me in that white shirt and beige skirt with her hair all straightened giving out a completely professional look, I knew what she was hiding beneath. And god, how I wanted to unleash it again. You will have her, Maxfield, all in good time. I told myself. Because I had big plans for my new account associate. She doesn't know what she has gotten into.
After reaching Seattle and spending two weeks trying to get over that one night stand, I had tried getting in contact with Avery to get Cassandra’s contact details. Unfortunately, Avery and Quinn were on their honeymoon with the absurd plan of not using their phones. I was waiting for their return on Sunday but then her resume had crossed my eyes when I was sitting with Mark yesterday. I had asked him to leave the interviews to me for the position. I only intended to hire her. It was payback time. I had deliberately made her wait before the interview and just when I was about to call her in, Elsa had stormed into my office unannounced and uninvited. I wasn’t entertaining her calls so she planned to give me a surprise, midday booty call and had tried to suck me off, and the real surprise? I wasn’t able to get excited and had asked her to leave. And now minutes later with Cassandra in the same room, I was rock hard.
