Operation Sex Kitten

by Tess Summers

  Feeling him starting to get hard turned her on, and she let out a soft moan as she started to slowly and rhythmically rock her hips. Her ass was grinding against him and soon he was rock hard again. He slipped a condom on as she lifted up her top leg behind her, his cock sliding inside as he began to fuck her sideways with long, slow strokes. Like earlier, this was a new position, and she loved the sensation. Bending forward, she grabbed onto the side of the bed and began pushing back against him as the intensity of his thrusts increased. He felt so good inside her she hoped they would go a while. This might be her new favorite position.

  He was an amazing lover, very in tune and attentive to her needs. When he reached around and began to play with her clit, she groaned at how wonderful the sensation was. She wanted it to go on and on, that’s how incredible it felt. Unfortunately, he was too much of an expert on her sexual desires, and she had to stop him from making her come.

  “You’re too good at that! I want to have you inside of me a little longer because it feels so good.”

  He nuzzled her hair as he whispered in her ear, “You’re really good for my ego.”

  She could tell he was grinning.

  He resumed his long, slow strokes into her but it wasn’t long after he resumed fucking her that she heard his breathing change. He reached around again to rub her hard and fast to match the tempo his cock had increased to thrusting in and out of her. Fortunately for her and his ego, he brought her to orgasm just before his own. As she lay there, basking in her fulfillment, she hoped she satisfied him half as much as he did her.

  When he came back to bed, she decided it was safer to crawl on top of his chest and fall asleep there. Once his arms were around her, it didn’t take long for her to sink into a peaceful, contented slumber. She adored this man, and no matter what happened tomorrow, next week, or next month, she was in his arms tonight and that was good enough for now.

  Chapter 12

  ON Sunday morning, Ava took advantage of his pool to swim laps while he was working out in his gym. They met up in the kitchen for breakfast, and Travis looked at her inquisitively, then said, “Do you want to go to the Farmers’ Market?”

  “I love farmers’ markets! That sounds like fun!”

  When they went to leave the house, he held her hand as they walked out the side door and over to the car garage. He wasn’t lying when he told her there was a truck and boat in there along with three other high-end cars.

  “Any particular one you want to take out today?” he asked her.

  Ava was torn between the blue Porsche 911 convertible and the cherry red Corvette with T-tops. How could they go wrong with either one? She told him what she had it narrowed down to, and he said, “Let’s take the Porsche. I haven’t had it out in a while.”

  He asked her if she wanted to drive, and she shook her head no. Truth was, she was dying to drive it but was a little rusty on her clutch work and wasn’t about to embarrass herself by stalling that gorgeous machine in front of him. Being a passenger was more than sufficient for the time being.

  He was sexy as hell driving it. There’s nothing quite like a man who can shift gears seamlessly in his $125,000 sports car to get a girl’s heart pumping. Ava, however, was wishing she’d been able to channel her favorite 1950s actress and magically pull a scarf out of her purse to cover her head. She was quite certain her windblown hair was not going to be sexy once they stopped.

  Oh well, he’s seen me with bedhead.

  As they pulled up to their destination, they received a lot of admiring looks from both men and women. The men she was certain were admiring the car, while she had her suspicions the women were admiring her companion. Who could blame them?

  She checked her appearance in the visor mirror and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth it. Travis came round and helped her out her seat. She was appreciative because she was not going to make a graceful exit out of the low-to-the-ground car without his assistance.

  They were able to walk around hand-in-hand and began to behave like a couple. More than once, he pulled her to the side of a tent or building to kiss her thoroughly, and they laughed when a passerby told them to get a room. All-in-all, it was a fun day for both of them.

  *

  It felt very natural to act like a couple with her, and he was certain she felt the same way. He needed to make sure she knew his intentions and didn’t get any ideas of a future with him. If he were being honest, he was also trying to tell himself he couldn’t see a future with her.

  During their drive home, he began the conversation. “Ava, I love spending time with you, but I need you to know I am not boyfriend material. I’m not interested in settling down or getting married.”

  He was certain she already knew that, but she winced slightly when he said it out loud.

  “Travis, I am well aware this is temporary between us. I love spending time with you too, but I know this is a fling. Which is part of why I don’t want to be seen with you in public where people know us. If and when we do eventually make an appearance together, we’ll be able to truthfully say we’re friends. Because honestly, you have become a dear friend to me, and I hope we will continue to be friends long after we stop sleeping with each other.”

  He was both happy and disappointed with her reply. Maybe he had read too much into how he thought she felt about him. His ego took a minor blow, but it helped him with the perspective he had been seeking even if it wasn’t what he expected her to say.

  They stopped by her condo so she could drop off her purchases. As he sat at her kitchen table, she came around the counter and gave him a thoughtful look. “Do you realize we’ve never made love at my place?”

  That needed to be remedied.

  He reached out and grabbed her hand as he pulled her toward him. She straddled him while putting her arms around his neck and gently kissing his mouth. He let her set the pace, so she slowly and tenderly began sucking on his lips before lightly seeking his tongue out with hers. She softly pressed against his hips with hers and dug her fingers into his hair before increasing the pressure of her mouth on his.

  He began to kiss her throat as his hands were firmly planted on her back. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back while she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Soon, his mouth was back on hers, and he had taken over their make-out session. He didn’t mean to; it was just his personality to be in charge. He noticed, however, she didn’t put up much of a fight.

  Soon they were both naked from the waist up. He loved that she got goosebumps whenever they had skin-on-skin contact and paused against her mouth when she got a shiver down her spine.

  Holding her by her ass, he stood up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the couch. Undressing her completely, he sat her so she straddled the arm of the sofa and began to caress her body from head to toe. Taking his time to discover her, he watched her reaction to the various ways he touched her. He kissed her a lot, both on her mouth and where his hands had explored, and was incredibly turned on by how intimate and sensual the experience was. But he wanted to taste her before he made love to her again. Sliding her down onto the couch, he spread her legs and began slowly licking her outer lips. She whimpered and tried to move her hips to position his mouth inside her lips.

  He pulled back and smiled, loving how she always managed to convey to him what she wanted, but this time he was going to delight in teasing her a little first.

  With his mouth against her opening, she gave a sharp gasp when he let out a hot breath against her. He moved down to lick the insides of her thighs to her knees and kissed and sucked back up until he was right where her V started. All the while she moaned in torturous delight. He took his time licking and sucking around the area while taking care not to actually touch her drenched pussy. Finally, she grabbed a handful of his hair and moved his mouth to her slit. When he plunged his tongue into her folds, she yelled out, “Oh my God!” and began pressing against his face.

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nbsp; He licked her up and down, loving the taste of her. As he moved a finger inside her, he moaned and dragged his lips to circle her clit with his tongue. She was panting and thrusting her hips against him as he expertly moved his mouth around her pussy. He knew her body so well and enjoyed pleasing her, almost as much as he loved being pleased.

  He felt her constrict around his finger while she started bucking her hips and panting between moans as he lapped up her cum. He could do that five times a day and love the fifth time as much as the first.

  *

  Ava remained still, letting the effects of her orgasm subside before she reached up and kissed him on the mouth. She knew it turned him on when she tasted herself on his lips, and she loved kissing him anytime.

  Slithering down onto the floor between his legs, it was her turn to tease. She also kissed the crease between his thigh and pelvis, savoring his smell. She acted like she was going to lick his balls, but instead went beneath to the area between them and his ass, where she licked and sucked the skin before focusing her attention back to his testicles. Making wide circles with her tongue over each one, she then put them in her mouth and gently sucked. It was his turn to gasp and moan.

  As she ventured toward the head of his cock, she stroked the shaft all over her face. She loved the warmth and smoothness against her cheeks and closed her eyes as she relished the feeling. Moving to his cock’s head, she used her tongue and traced all the way around the tip, teasing and sucking slightly before licking him up and down, eventually taking him in her mouth. She sucked him up and down halfway while her hand worked the bottom half of his dick in unison with her mouth to satisfy him. Holding him firmly at the base, she took him as deep as she could. He let out a long groan and grabbed a handful of her hair, using it to guide her mouth up and down on him until she tasted his precum. She started using her hand again as he continued holding her by the hair and directing her mouth as it bobbed up and down his cock. When he pulled her head off him, she began to jerk him fast, keeping her face close. She made it quite clear she wanted him to come on her face, and soon her wish was granted as he glazed her mouth, cheeks, and nose with his white load.

  He looked down at her coated in his juice and shuddered as she sucked the last remnants out of him. She was surprised when he leaned over and kissed her.

  He must have read her mind because he murmured, “Tit for tat,” before jumping up to get a towel to clean her face with.

  *

  It wasn’t until they were driving back to his place that he noticed some cum still in her hair and got a little hard thinking about how it got there.

  * * * *

  He woke up Monday morning with her snuggled up next to him. Oddly, he seemed to sleep better when she was in his bed. He got up to do his morning workout and she followed suit, doing laps in his pool. He liked their routine and was disappointed thinking about not seeing her again during the week.

  It was probably for the best. This was getting too comfortable.

  * * * *

  The week following was much like the week before, only they didn’t see each other at all until Friday. They relished their weekend nights, and he made it a point to do as little work as possible on Sunday in order to spend as much time as he could with her.

  Travis had heard her when she told him she had gotten tested after Brad. He had made it to the doctor later in the week but was disappointed to not have the test results by the time the weekend rolled around again. He was fairly certain everything was fine, but he was waiting for the official results before not taking precautions to keep her safe. He could wait a little longer to be sure.

  * * * *

  The week after, he sent her a text Wednesday night asking her to have lunch with him the following day. He had gotten his test results back with a clean bill of health and was anxious to share them with her.

  She happily agreed on the condition they treat it like a business lunch in case they ran into anyone they knew.

  Chapter 13

  AVA arrived at the office building of Carson, Burns, Sterling, and Cooper promptly at eleven twenty-five a.m. Travis had told her he was going to be pressed for time so she wanted to make sure she wasn’t late, so as not to waste a minute of his available lunch hour.

  Just a business lunch. She kept repeating that quietly to herself as she approached the impressive entrance of the glass building. She’d come from the office so she was dressed professionally and conservatively, although she had started wearing sexier high heels, especially on days when there might be a chance she would see him before being able to change.

  She walked into the beautiful lobby and started making the long walk across the enormous entryway. The receptionist desk sat in front of the brightly lit letters of the names of the firm’s partners while directly facing the entrance doors. The marble floor and high ceiling made her footsteps echo with every step she took. The young girl wearing a headset, and sitting at the raised stainless steel workstation, tried not to look bored as she watched Ava coming toward her.

  Ava politely smiled at the girl. “Ava Ericson for Travis Sterling.”

  “Is he expecting you?” the girl inquired.

  “Yes.” Ava smiled again.

  The girl hit some buttons and said, “Ms. Adamson? Ava Ericson is here for Mr. Sterling.”

  Pause.

  “Okay, I’ll tell her.” The girl turned to Ava and motioned toward a small sitting area that seemed to get lost in the huge lobby with the soaring ceiling and windows that served as walls. “Please have a seat. Mr. Sterling will be right down.”

  Ava click-clacked over to the modern styled furniture and sat in the chair with the best view of the elevators that were to the right of the reception area. The chair was orange and seemed to be a cross between a futuristic egg chair and a classic club chair and was surprisingly comfortable. She sat on the edge of the seat cushion, back straight, with her legs tucked to one side, ankles crossed.

  “May I offer you something to drink?”

  “I’m fine,” Ava answered appreciatively.

  Just then Charlie Patterson, Brad’s roommate, entered the lobby. He gawked at Ava while totally checking her out. When he realized who she was, a smile lit up his face, and he rushed over and grabbed both her hands, holding her at arm’s length admiring the view. “Ava Ericson! Look at you! You look amazing!” he gushed.

  “Charlie, it’s so nice to see you!” Ava hugged him politely.

  “Wow, I can’t believe it’s really you. How have you been?” He sat in the chair opposite hers, as if indicating he wanted to stay a while and hear all about how her life had been since breaking up with Brad. She didn’t quite know what to think of it. While Charlie was never rude or mean to her when she would hang out at Brad’s, he was never overly friendly. He was more like indifferent.

  Ava started to catch Charlie up on what she had been up to over the last year, leaving the details of the last three weeks out, while she patiently waited for Travis to come down in the elevator. She would glance over whenever she heard the ding of the elevator arriving at the ground floor to see if the beautiful man was one of the car’s passengers.

  “So, what’s going on with you?” Ava inquired.

  “Same old, same old. Loving my job, not dating anyone serious, and still living with that bum,” he stated flatly. “He’s actually trying to get on with the firm here.”

  Ava raised her eyebrows and nodded, as she tried to envision the two men living and working together.

  A month ago, she would have been painfully obvious while trying to be nonchalant when asking, “Oh, how’s that going?” but now found it to be strangely easy not to inquire anything further. Because she really didn’t care. She knew he was waiting for her to ask more follow-up questions about how Brad was doing. The liberation she felt not asking, coupled with truly not giving a damn, was empowering.

  She knew Charlie was talking but she stopped listening the moment Travis appeared fr
om an elevator car. She smiled when she was able to catch his eye. He gave her a big grin and strode toward them, all six-feet-two inches of him in his custom-tailored suit. Damn, he is so hot.

  Travis was about ten feet away when Charlie finally stopped talking. He’d noticed she was one hundred percent focused on his boss walking their way. When Ava stood up to greet Travis, Charlie realized the equity partner was not coming over to talk to him.

  Ava felt her insides doing flips and was trying hard to wipe the stupid smile off her face. It wasn’t happening. How can I be so happy at just the sight of him? She took a deep breath. Just a business lunch.

  Charlie stood up as well, respectfully acknowledging his boss.

  “Mr. Sterling!” Ava was practically beaming as she held out her hand.

  Travis looked over at Charlie and nodded before he grabbed Ava’s hand and held it while he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Am I interrupting something?” He was still holding her hand but eyeing the associate attorney.

  “No, Charlie was keeping me company while I waited for you.” She turned to the other man and smiled.

  “Yes, we were just catching up. It was good seeing you again, Ava.” Then Charlie looked over at Travis and humbly nodded. “Mr. Sterling.” He clumsily tried to make a wide circle from where Travis was standing.

  Ava stopped him and politely hugged him once more, then looked him in the eye and said, “It was good seeing you again. Take care, Charlie.”

  She picked her purse up off the stainless steel end table and rejoined Travis, who gestured to the door as if to ask her if she was ready. Travis looked over at the younger man who was observing them while waiting for the elevator car. A little smile escaped Travis’ lips when he placed his hand on the small of Ava’s back, less than an inch above her ass, and escorted her to the door.