All the Time

by Cherie Denis

  Conrad shoved his chair further away from the table. His penis was rampant, aching for a good hard fuck. If Lainie licked her lips one more time, he was going to throw her across the table and screw her silly.

  A knock interrupted his thought and broke the sensual spell Lainie was weaving through his mind.

  Conrad’s invitation to enter came out sounding closer to a frog croak than the manly tone he’d aimed for.

  * * * *

  Jared Easterlake, chef du jour, backed into the room balancing a full tray on one muscular arm. “Lunch is served.” He sat the tray on the end of the juice bar and made a big show out of straightening the plates.

  Lainie had never liked Jared. He was too, what was the word she wanted? Oh, yeah. Smarmy. Yuck. Every time she had to go into the restaurant kitchen, when he was on duty, he tried to hit on her.

  He’d even gone so far as to intimate she didn’t know what she was missing by not sleeping with him. Thanks, but no thanks. Mike was all the man she wanted or needed.

  Okay, so she’d checked out Jared’s cock when he wasn’t paying attention and he was nicely endowed. It wasn’t hard to notice when he wore those chili pepper pants all the kitchen help wore. The soft weave fabric draped and showed more than it covered. The kitchen girls hated the pants and said they made their butts look too big. The men never seemed to complain. Probably too busy watching the women’s butts jiggle.

  She tried to ignore Jared as he clattered about Conrad’s office setting out lunch.

  Just get it set up and leave.

  She certainly wasn't looking forward to being alone with Conrad. In fact, she just wanted to get lunch over with so she could get back to work.

  Lainie was getting bored with Conrad's lack of attention to their conversation. She had plenty of work on her desk and she didn't particularly like being stared at by a lothario who was dying to get into her pants. Especially since the guy with the raging hormones was her boss. She was beginning to feel like a virus under a microscope.

  It was way past the time she usually talked to Mike and she was dying to whisper naughty suggestions in his ear.

  “Lunch smells positively heavenly. I can't wait to sink my teeth into a nice thick piece of meat." Oh hell. A double entendre she shouldn't have used. Now both Conrad and Jared would be panting and salivating like wolves looking for a mate.

  Lainie wished Jared would leave. She couldn't stand the creepy feeling crawling up her spine every time he smirked at her.

  Jared wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll just bet you are.”

  Pig!

  Lainie shot him a dirty look. “I beg your pardon.” Don’t let him get to you. He’s only trying to get your goat.

  His lips and eyes gave her the smarmy look again. “Nothin’.”

  “Could you hurry it up, Jared? Lainie and I want to eat lunch while it’s still hot.”

  “Oh, sure, sir. I’ll get right on it.”

  Snotty creep. Lainie turned her body and pulled her chair under the table. It was usually fun to give guys a glimpse of what they were missing, but for some reason she didn’t want Jared staring at her legs any longer.

  “Shall I serve, sir?” Jared bowed at the waist and Lainie was tempted to give him a good boot in the ass, but somehow managed to restrain herself.

  “No, thanks, Jared. Leave the tray, we’ll serve ourselves.” Conrad brushed aside his help with a frown.

  Jared stalled for so long Conrad told him if he valued his job, he’d better get his ass in gear and get back to work.

  * * * *

  Lainie checked her watch and tugged at the edge of her sweater nervously. Conrad noticed and assured her, “Don’t be in such a hurry, love and for crissake, don’t worry about Reggy. If you're late getting back to work, I’ll handle him. I'm his boss too, although he seems to forget it once in awhile.” Conrad pushed back his chair and stood. His hard-on was obvious, but he didn’t give a rat’s ass. Conrad wanted Lainie to see how she affected him.

  She hadn’t said a word when he’d leaned against his desk with his cock pressing against the zipper of his slacks. She couldn’t have missed it. Why hadn’t she said something then? She had to be impressed, or had her husband spoiled her for other men?

  At the juice bar Conrad picked up the salad plates and returned to the table. His aroused cock made no effort to deflate and he was beginning to enjoy watching Lainie squirm. She seemed to be having a hard time keeping her eyes off his crotch. There was nothing he liked better than a crotch-watcher. His cock surged at the thought of her wondering about his size. Right about now, she had to be debating if he was circumcised, or not. Would she be surprised to find that he wasn’t? Most women were…impressed.

  The more she stared at his crotch, the more he was tempted to ask her if she liked what she saw. It was even more tempting to ask her how he compared to her husband.

  Conrad slid a plate in front of Lainie and slipped onto his chair.

  She immediately picked up her fork and took a healthy bite of salad.

  “Do you like it, darlin’? It’s something new I found on my last trip to the islands.”

  Lainie frowned and studied her fork for a moment. “It’s fine–different, but nice.” She took a second bite of the lettuce and fruit chewing solemnly with a slight smile on her lips.

  Conrad began to expound on his trip to Pago Pago and Lainie nodded in the right places, but he was sure she wasn’t really in the room with him any longer. Where had he lost her? There was nothing wrong with his looks or his physique. He was religious about exercise and diet. As far as he was concerned, he was just as good looking as her husband.

  Why wasn’t she interested in taking this to a new level? She’d been married long enough to be bored.

  Lainie looked up and caught his eye. She smiled, but there was nothing behind the smile. It was like looking into a dark house, nobody home.

  She took a bite of salad and his rebellious cock smacked the underside of the table when her fork left her pouty lips.

  Conrad was going to injure his cock if he didn’t stop banging it on the underside of the table. Lainie chewed her salad with enthusiasm. Was that a smirk he saw behind her fork? Hell, he wasn't trying to impress her with the size of his cock. As a matter of fact, banging it on the table was beginning to hurt like son-of-a-bitch. He'd come to realize there was no way he'd get Lainie's attention as long as she was married to Mike. Not that Conrad blamed her. Mike seemed like a nice guy, he was tall and muscular and Conrad knew Mike had him beat in the cock department.

  Conrad had a nice, large, firm cock, but Lainie didn't seem interested in anything more than looking.

  * * * *

  Lainie licked her lips before taking another bite of salad and was rewarded by the soft sound of his cock responding yet another time. Poor Conrad. His penis had to be bruised by now. He must be hurting.

  It was fun making Conrad uncomfortable. It was even more fun watching him try to decide if she was interested in him or not. Let him keep guessing. There was no way she was going to jeopardize her marriage or her job for one quick fuck with the boss.

  Nothing said she couldn't look, she could even admire, but she wouldn't touch.

  She was here for lunch and nothing else.

  She loved Mike too much to screw around.

  Lainie shifted her bottom on the chair cushion, squeezing her legs together for maximum sensation. Ahhh, that felt so delicious. She tightened her internal muscles for maximum stimulation, until she was close to orgasm. She wanted to come so bad. She was so wet from thinking about Mike. She was pretty sure the back of her skirt would be soaked.

  Mike, where are you when I need you?

  “Eat up, darlin’,” Conrad urged.

  Damn it. Thanks a whole fuckin’ lot. She’d been on the very tip of a fantastic climax, now it was gone. If only Conrad could have kept his mouth shut for a few more seconds.

  She picked up her fork and stabbed at a piece of avocado. Opening her lips, she slid the
bite into her mouth, closed her lips and pulled the fork out.

  Conrad gulped and a laugh clawed at the back of Lainie’s throat. She was sorely tempted to let the laugh out, but instead, she tightened her lips and bit the inside of her mouth waiting. Conrad was going to injure himself if he didn’t stop smacking his cock on the table.

  She did manage a slight giggle when Conrad shoved his chair back and winked at her.

  “This is delicious,” Lainie said and took another bite of salad.

  Conrad’s face flooded with a dark flush of sexual desire. Soon even his ears were flaming red. Lainie watched his flush grow brighter as she opened her mouth and placed a forkful of lettuce between her lips. She pulled the fork out and ran her tongue along her lower lip keeping a close watch on Conrad.

  His fork trembled and the distinct sound of his hard cock slapping the edge of the table. I'll be damned, she thought. He's going to explode at any moment.

  She puckered her lips in a seductive moue, sucked in a deep breath forcing her breasts to rise until the rounded edges of her areolas were visible.

  Here it comes, she thought. Oh, boy and it’s going to be a gusher. Lainie opened her mouth a fraction of an inch and stuck the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

  Yep, here it is. He’s going to blow!

  Chapter Four

  An hour later, Lainie grinned as she dropped into her chair. She’d forgotten how much fun it could be to torment some poor guy who had the hots for her.

  She accessed her voicemail and scribbled notes, but her mind continued to replay the image of the usual immaculate Conrad Wilton making an ass of himself during lunch.

  It was hardly her fault at the moment of his climax he’d knocked over a glass of red wine which had flowed over the edge of the table to ruin his gray slacks. She shrugged. It would probably be a cold day in hell before he invited her to lunch again. Oh, well. It was a year until her next anniversary. By then he’d probably have forgiven her for being a tease.

  Her husband’s low sensual voice filled her ear and thoughts of Conrad flew out the window. Mike had called while she was gone. Damn, she wanted to talk to him.

  “Lainie baby, where are you? I miss you. I’m thinking of you, stroking myself and near explosion. Why aren’t you in your office?” He paused a moment. “No, better yet…why aren’t you here with me?”

  “Mike, you delicious devil,” she murmured, knowing this was a message she would save to listen to repeatedly on the days she needed her spirits lifted.

  “I’m so ready for you, baby,” Mike whispered and Lainie slumped in her chair. Her hand moved up the inside of her bare thigh and she looked over her shoulder. Reggy was on the phone, his back to her. She turned her chair so her back was to the glass wall and her hand moved higher under her skirt. She slid her middle finger under the edge of her thong.

  “I’m going to fuck you silly tonight, baby. I know you were wondering, so I thought I’d give you a heads up on the health of my cock,” his sexy voice continued to purr.

  Lainie slid her finger into her dripping pussy and shuddered as the first wave of a climax rolled through her body.

  “Got to go now. Keep it hot for me. I’ll be there to pick you up around five.” Mike made a kissing sound in the phone and the line went dead.

  Lainie slowly moved her finger in and out of her wet channel and gasped as another series of electrical waves sent her over the top. Her orgasm shook her from head to toe.

  “Oh, Mike!” Lainie bit her lip to keep from screaming as her climax continued for several, long moments. A furtive glance over her shoulder showed Reggy still had his back to her and the phone to his ear.

  Good. She was safe for now. Reggy had no idea what she’d been doing. Lainie pulled her fingers out of her soaking pussy and jammed them into her mouth. She flew out of her chair and ran for the ladies room.

  Thank God, no one had wandered into her office while she was fingering herself with such wild abandon. God only knows what Conrad would have done if he caught her pleasuring herself so wantonly. He probably would have bent her over the desk and finished her while Reggy looked on and cheered.

  What a wild idea. It was a good thing she took her marriage seriously. Mike was a gorgeous man and she knew he'd had several lovers before he married her. He'd sworn fidelity and she believed him. He'd never given her any reason to doubt him. And, if she even thought about him being unfaithful she would remember he swore he could barely keep up with her sexually.

  If she had a penis. She’d be able to do it all the time. If she had a cock, she’d screw her woman whenever and wherever she wanted.

  If only she had a penis.

  * * * *

  Mike pulled the BMW to a stop under the hotel portico. He was about to step out when his luscious wife tottered out the sliding glass door. The moment Lainie’s hand touched the door handle he leaned over and opened the door for her. "God, Lainie love, you look as delicious as you did at eight-thirty this morning." He wasn't lying. Her make-up was flawless. Her black-as-night hair flowed over her dainty shoulders in a silken, lustrous waterfall. She was perfection.

  Once Lainie was settled in her seat, she turned and met his mouth with hers.

  Her full lips touched his in a sensuous, long kiss and Mike could have sworn he tasted her sweet honey on her lips. Had she been playing with herself again? She promised she wouldn’t be so mischievous at work anymore, especially since the day Reggy caught her with her fingers in her pussy and damn near had a heart attack. His screams had brought people from all over the building. It had taken hours for Reggy to calm down and forgive Lainie.

  A loud honk caused Mike to end the kiss before he was ready. Bastard behind him seemed to be in a big fucking hurry.

  Lainie protested when his lips left hers.

  Mike touched her cheek lightly. “Patience darling, patience. Remember, I have plans for later. Plans featuring kisses just like those and more. So much more.”

  Lainie licked her lips and sighed. “I can’t wait, Mike.”

  He pulled away from the hotel, stopping at the street to check for traffic. He took a moment to admire the long line of Lainie’s fabulous legs. Her skirt had ridden up to a mere inch below her crotch.

  Beautiful, desirable and loving, she was all he thought about hour after hour, day after day. She was his life and he was beginning to worry she was also going to be his death. Mike was exhausted. She was wearing him out and work hadn't been going smoothly lately, either.

  His cock ached from all the great sex he’d had the past couple of days. Yet tired or not, he planned to make love to her again tonight until he collapsed from over-exertion. Or died, whichever came first.

  A wry grin spread across his face. Yeah, she was fucking killing him and he loved every minute of it. It was a hell of a way to go, though. Mike dropped his right hand onto Lainie’s knee and realized her legs were bare. Where had her stockings gotten to? He was positive she’d had nylons on when she got out of the car this morning.

  “Have a rough day, darling?” he asked, flicking the turn signal with his left forefinger.

  She put her hand over his and ran his hand up and down her thigh, bringing his fingers within a hairs-breath of her pussy. She shivered and Mike’s fingers clutched at her thigh.

  Lainie gave his hand a soft pat and Mike realized he was probably hurting her and eased the pressure of his fingers. “No, it went well…how about you, Darling? Did you miss me?”

  The 'hello' kiss had given him a hard-on, but the purr of her voice left him light headed and hot. Randy as a teenager. He was right, she was killing him. He cleared his throat and said, “Great. Absolutely everything went great today.” In truth, he’d been bored to death and the only relief in his day had been when he thought about Lainie or when Rita waltzed in and out of his office.

  The sight of Rita’s firm, high butt was a constant reminder of Lainie and great sex. More than once today he’d found himself thinking about fucking. Lainie, Rita, a hole in
the wall...it didn’t seem to matter. He was horny as hell.

  He wasn’t planning on being unfaithful, but even Rita was beginning to be a temptation. Lainie was driving him crazy. He barely had enough energy to keep up with his wife. What had even put the thought of having sex with his secretary in his head? A woman like Lainie was more than enough for any man.

  A delicate moan came from Lainie’s side of the car and at the stoplight Mike turned to find her with her right hand high under her skirt. “Lainie Marie, what the hell are you doing?” People in the car next to them were all eyes and ears. Mike pushed the button bringing her window up and tightly closed.

  “Ohhhh, Mike, darling,” she purred, her finger sliding in and out of her cunt. “I need you so much. Hurry darling, get me home. I want you inside me when I come.”

  Jesus H. Christ. Was she fucking nuts? She was going to get them both killed.

  The light changed and the car bucked wildly when he gave it too much gas. He got the car under control, praying he would make it home before he popped his cork. His cock surged and pulsed wildly against his zipper.

  He ached to be inside of her.

  Mike’s voice throbbed with desire, “Lainie honey, get your hands out of your panties. We’ll be home in a few minutes. Surely you can wait until then?”

  “Noooo,” she sobbed, sliding her finger in and out of her pussy.

  She was so wet Mike could hear the moisture as she finger-fucked herself.

  There was no place to pull off the road and give her what she wanted so desperately. “Lainie, honey, get your fingers out of your cunt. I can’t pull over. It will be less than five minutes until we are home for godsake.”

  He put his right hand on her knee and squeezed gently. “Come on baby, behave. Take your finger out and stop being so naughty.”

  Lainie did as he directed, but before he could protest, she popped her wet finger between his lips.