by Amy Brent
Every single time I left her a gift, surprised her with a trip, or sent a message to her phone with a plan to see her, this was the feeling she got.
And I wanted to make her feel this way for as long as I could.
My cock throbbed against my linen pants while her tongue circled my nipple, and never had I felt that type of electricity shoot through my veins. Her teeth tugged at it, pulling my nipple away from my body while her fingers danced along my twitching abs, and I sucked in a sharp breath just before she released it with a pop.
“I love your sounds,” she said, pressing a kiss to my skin.
She worked my pants off my legs and I took the liberty of removing my shirt. My cock was standing at attention, begging her to sit that tight pussy on it, but I heard her rummaging around in the ottoman before a small giggle escaped from her lips.
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“Charlie,” I said.
“Close them, or I’ll have to blindfold you,” she said.
I closed my eyes as a grin spread across my lips, but the grin didn’t last long. I felt something cold and slimy fill my belly button, causing me to jump back before the mess trailed down to my cock. My balls pulled back into my body, trying to get away from the cold sensation, and I felt my dick being covered in the sticky substance before I heard something hit the floor.
“Oh, you look magnificent,” she said.
Her tongue dipped into my belly button just as the scent of the substance hit my nose. Salty with a hint of sweet, and the smokiness of caramel set my skin on fire. She had covered my body in caramel, and the way her tongue slid across my skin made my cock twitch.
She was going to gobble me down and suck all the caramel off my dripping dick, and my body began to shake with want.
Slowly but surely, her tongue made its rounds. She sucked the caramel from my belly button before she trailed it down to my pelvis, and the sweet caramel dripping down my thighs was the first to go. I felt her warm tongue against my skin, humming in pleasure while her lips sucked up the sweet essence. My hips bucked into her, restless and waiting for where I needed her mouth most, but she cleaned my skin fully and completely before I heard that beautiful command.
“Open your eyes,” she said.
Just as my eyes focused onto her she slid my dick between her lips, and a groan slipped from my throat as my tip hit the back of hers. Her tongue slid all around my cock while my pre-cum mixed with the caramel syrup. She hummed and moaned, swallowing me deep down her throat while her arms wrapped underneath my legs. I hooked my ankles around her lower back, drawing her closer while thrusting my hips into her face, and the hum she let loose around my cock made me throb against her cheeks.
“Fuck, Charlie. Holy shit. What the—where did—?”
My mind was absolutely blank. Her lips were swollen from all the sucking and her tongue danced lewdly around my entire dick. My hands were tangled in her red hair and her piercing gaze was hooked onto mine. She watched me from her perch, relishing the control she had over my body, and I felt myself being handed over to her every time her throat closed around my cock.
“Cum for me,” she said.
Her mouth was full of me as fire began to burn in my toes. It ran up my thighs and drew my balls into my body, and now I could feel the mixture of caramel and spit drip down my ass crack. She bobbed her head in time with her sucking, pulling from me the liquid she truly sought. My body shook and my hips rolled, and the moment I felt my orgasm bursting from my body I called her name out to the ocean sky.
“Charlie. Holy shit, Charlie. Yes. Yes. Suck that cock. Take it deep. Drink me.”
I lost all control of my senses as my mouth continued to babble at her. Pump after pump unloaded thick streams of cum down her throat, and she swallowed it down like the beautiful woman she was. A sheen of sweat broke out on my brow as my back collapsed to the couch, and she kept slowly running her tongue along my cock as it shriveled in her mouth.
For the first time in my life, my mind was utterly blank. Silver stars were bursting in my vision while my head pounded from the sheer force of my orgasm, and the only thing I could do was run my fingers through her hair while she settled her chin on my thigh. I felt light-headed, floating among the clouds. Never had I experienced that kind of powerful orgasm, and I simply enjoyed how it felt to have my legs locked around her.
Just like she had done so many other times.
But, when I finally gathered myself and opened my eyes, I saw the most beautiful sight alive. I saw her glistening pussy hovering over my face, her juices threatening to drip onto my lips as she held the fabric of her dress up off her body.
She hadn’t been wearing any underwear all fucking night, and I groaned at the realization.
“Open wide,” she said with a smile.
I grabbed her hips and brought them down on me, parting her pussy lips with my tongue. She ripped her dress over her head, her tits bouncing for me while she rode my face, and I gulped her juices down. My tongue found that beautiful clit, flicking it while I watched her body twitch. She set a steady pace as she rocked against my tongue, and I couldn’t help but squeeze her ass cheeks before I found yet another surprise she had waiting for me.
My fingertips danced over her asshole, caressing against something hard. I wrapped my hand around it as she cast a wicked gaze down to me, and she winked just before I pushed my tongue deep against her pussy walls.
I fucked her with my tongue while I grabbed the butt plug she’d inserted into herself. Holy fuck, this woman was determined to drive me wild tonight, and I could feel my tired cock growing again as I slowly began to fuck her ass with it. I pulled it out and watched her sigh before I pushed it back in and listened to her groan. My tongue found her clit against as my cock began to drip, and I fucked her ass with the thick butt plug while she gyrated and shook against my lips.
“Shit, L. Yes. Holy fuck, yes. Oh, shit. That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Oh, I had no plans on stopping. I also had no plans on allowing her to have any more control tonight. I pressed my tongue deep into her clit before I ripped the butt plug from her and tossed it aside. I threw my hand into the open ottoman, rummaging around while I sucked her clit between my lips, and I smiled into her pussy when I found exactly what I was looking for.
I slid the dildo all along the silky fluids dripping from her pussy before I pushed it deep into her. She threw her head back and panted, her thrusts getting quicker while her fluids covered the toy buried deep inside her body. She whimpered when I pulled it out, wanting desperately to be filled to the brim, but if she was patient enough I’d give her exactly what she wanted.
I teased the tip of the dildo at her asshole, turning on the vibration as her body collapsed on top of me. I slowly pushed the toy in, listening to her groan as my tongue rolled her clit side to side. My cock was throbbing to be inside her—to feel her cum around it as she called out my name— so I caught her falling body as she collapsed against the couch.
“My turn,” I said.
I rolled her over before I reached down, slowly pushing in the last inch of the vibrating dildo while her tits puckered for me. I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance, slowly sliding in while I watched her eyes shoot open. She was so swollen and so tight for me, her body squeezing my cock with every ounce of force it could handle, and the vibration from the toy in her asshole buzzed my balls.
This wasn’t going to take nearly as long as I wanted it to.
I dropped down and captured her lips with mine while her hips rose to meet my thrusts. Her tits bounced against my body as she moaned and quaked underneath me, and I could tell she loved every single second of this newfound territory. She was willing to explore things with me I had never been able to try with another woman, and it was just another tick in the column labeled ‘perfect’ which was why I wanted to be around her.
Why I wanted to experience her.
Why I wanted to be with her.
“Oh fuck, L. Please. Shit, I’m so close.”
“Cum for me, Charlie. Cum for me as perfect as you always have.”
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Oh, fuck. This feels so good. I’ve never—felt this—”
I could feel her pussy clamping down around my dick and it caused my hips to stutter. I stopped her words with my lips because I could feel them pulsing my dick. With every single syllable that dripped from her lips I got closer to spilling myself inside of her again, and I wanted her to go.
It was her turn to experience what she had given me.
“Yes. L. Please! Ellison James, don’t you dare stop!”
Hearing my entire name fall from her lips pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep into her as my balls pulled up into my body again. I began to soak her pussy walls with my cum while she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her body trembled as I laced my arms behind her, our bodies dropping to the couch as we shook with our orgasms. Her entire form convulsed in my grip as I held her close, her pussy drawing me further and further into her depths. Her body didn’t want to let me go, and I was just fine with that.
Because I didn’t want to let her go either.
We panted against one another, covered in sweat and cum as the vibrating dildo continued to make her legs shake. Prying myself from her grip before I slid out of her, and eyeing our juices as they seeped from between her legs, I pulled the toy from her ass before I shut it off and tossed aside, then simply took in the view. Charlie, with her legs splayed open and her body covered in me, would never look more beautiful than she did in this very moment.
And I committed it to memory before I helped her off the couch.
We cleaned ourselves up before we got dressed and headed back up to the deck. I held her at the bow of the ship while we watched the waves knock up against the boat. The sun had been gone for what seemed like hours and the stars twinkled their applause at our adventure. I nuzzled my nose into her hair, feeling her lean heavily back into my body, and my lips found her ear before the phrase slipped effortlessly from my lips.
“I love you, Charlie.”
She turned around quickly in my arms, her wide eyes giving away the shock she was feeling. But, it was the truth. She was my perfect counterpart and complimented me in ways I had never thought possible. This entire night would’ve been a waste had she walked away from here not understanding how I felt.
“I love you too, L,” she said, with a broad smile.
I cupped the back of her head and pulled her to my lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Never did I think I’d hear those words come back from her. Nowhere in my thought process did it ever occur to me that she would feel the same way, and I smiled against her lips as she climbed into my lap.
“Really?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly.
“I don’t know what this means for—”
“Ssshhh,” she said.
She pressed her finger to my lips, silencing what I knew was going to be a hard conversation. Eventually, we would have to talk about what this meant. If we really wanted to do this, we only had two options. I could fire her and she could start her business now, or we would have to risk my entire company in order to keep our stations.
But, she didn’t want to talk about that, and neither did I. I didn’t want to think about what this meant. I didn’t want to think about the future, or work, or how we were going to navigate this with burner phones. I didn’t want to think about us keeping to the shadows or what we were going to do when we saw each other at work. I didn’t want to think about matching tans or renting out different hotel rooms or having to sneak romantic trips off into the sunset just to be with one another.
All I wanted to do was exist with her in this perfect, timeless moment. With her soft green eyes gazing into mine while the boat slowly turned around and took us back to shore. I wanted my hands to slowly roam her body while she sat straddling my hips. I wanted to relish in the way her hands slowly raked themselves through my hair.
I wanted to lose myself in the warmth of her lips as she peppered mine with kisses.
Right now, the future wasn’t important to either of us.
And again, it simply showed me how perfect she was for me.
Chapter 24
Charlie
‘I love you, Charlie.’
The words rolled around in my mind all weekend. I couldn’t believe he’d actually said them. I cared about him more than I ever thought possible, and the moment those words slipped from his lips, it took all I had not to squeal and throw my arms around his neck. Every time I thought back to those words he said on the boat my skin crawled, and I couldn’t wait to see him at work on Monday. I knew we were still keeping our distance unless it was necessary, but mounds of paperwork I had been entering and altering needed to be delivered throughout the day, which meant I’d get a glimpse of him through his office windows.
And sometimes, that was all I needed.
But, when I got to work things felt weird. I ran into Michael—the senior VP of the company— and he gave me this odd look. I asked him how his weekend was and his answers were shorter than usual, which I found odd.
Especially since L was training me to work alongside the two of them in the boardroom.
I sat down at my desk and got to work on the last little bit of paperwork, but I couldn’t focus. Something about Michael’s interaction with me this morning had my stomach rolling, so I decided to take the files already done up to L’s secretary.
I ran into Michael in the elevator.
“Hey there,” I said, smiling.
“Hi,” he said.
“How did that property spec meeting go? I’m assuming Mr. James took you since he didn’t ask me to be there,” I said.
“It was fine,” Michael said.
“Anything I should know?” I asked.
“Nope.”
His answers were clipped and he wasn’t looking at me at all. The elevator doors opened to the level I needed, and he strode by me quickly before I could get off the elevator. A few of the files fluttered from the top of the pile, crashing to the floor in front of me, but instead of helping me with them like he normally would, he simply kept walking.
“Here, let me help you.”
I looked up and saw L’s secretary smiling at me, but her eyes were glancing all around my body. My mind started to panic, running every single scenario in my mind as to why everyone was acting so strange.
“I’m not quite done with all of them, but these are really piling up. I figured I’d bring them to you before I finished the rest. There are about fifteen more,” I said.
“Yeah. This project’s a hefty one,” she said.
But still, she didn’t meet my gaze.
“Is everything alright with Michael? He seems a bit off today,” I said.
“I know he just came off his crutches. Maybe his pain medication isn’t doing the job,” she said.
“I suppose.”
“I’ll take these from here. Should I expect the rest of the files today?”
“Yeah, I’ll try to get them to you,” I said.
I turned my gaze down the hallway and saw Michael staring at me. We hooked eyes for a brief moment before another wave of fear crashed over my system, and I turned around on my heels and slammed my palm into the elevator door. Something had happened since my night with L, and I stepped onto the elevator just before my body was flooded with nervous nausea.
This entire time, we had been petrified that someone would find out. While we were doing this salacious dance in the shadows, we were also sidestepping people who saw L on a regular basis. People like his secretary and Michael who could read him like an open book. I didn’t have any issues like that because I wasn’t particularly close to anyone on my floor, but L had to be cautious.
From the moment we began this shit with the burner phones and the sneaking around, I’d been nervous about coming to work. My heart would always drop to my toes just before I w
alked into the building, but my conversations with Michael would always bring me some relief. So long as Michael didn’t know, I could rest assured that no one else knew.
But now, I wasn’t so sure, and as the elevator dumped me out onto my floor, I felt the nausea grow worse.
I made my way back to my desk and sat down before looking around to see if anyone was watching me. My paranoia was slowly bubbling to the surface, so I grabbed my purse and headed to the bathroom. I shut myself into a stall and pulled out my burner phone, then shot off a quick text message to L.
I needed to make sure he was alright.
BF doesn’t seem too happy. You alright?
I sat there on the toilet while my entire body shook. The building felt as if it was freezing and my skin was puckering with nerves. I could taste my breakfast at the back of my throat as I tried to swallow down the feeling, but I had to rip myself off the toilet and drop to my knees before I threw up. The coffee and bagel I had while coming into work found its way into the toilet, and my body shook as tears sprang to my eyes.
Something terrible had happened, and L wasn’t responding because of it.
I stayed on my knees in the bathroom for 15 minutes, retching up my breakfast while listening for the phone to vibrate. All I needed some sort of message. Just one little sign to let me know things were alright. Hell, I’d take a fucking emoticon if my phone would just vibrate and relieve me of the stress plaguing my body.
