by Penny Wylder
“You’re so surprising,” he says, running his fingers through my folds. “And another time, I might want to see if I could make you come just like this.”
I shudder at the thought, at how wrong it seems, and how good I think it might be. “Another time?” I ask, a little breathlessly.
He crawls up my body again. “Another time,” he says. “Right now, I’m going to keep my promise.”
“Which one?”
His wicked smirk answers me.
8
Chris
I can’t help but smile. Which promise? The only one I’ve made her. I rake my eyes up and down her body, loving the way she looks spread out underneath me, breathless, panting, and already looking like she’s been thoroughly fucked. Her pretty pussy is glistening with juices, just waiting for me. My cock twitches, and I lean down to whisper in here ear. “The only promise I made you—to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” I pull back in time to see her eyes flare with desire. Whatever idiot screwed up that shrimp dish at the party…thank fuck.
I roll off the bed, digging in my bag for the condoms that I carry with me, in the hope…
It’s been a long time since I’ve a chance to use any of the packages I’ve bought.
“Turn over,” I tell her. She does, and I climb onto the bed behind her, pulling her to her knees so her ass is displayed in front of me like the hottest wet dream I’ve ever had. I rip open the condom, and I’m so hard that rolling it on has never been easier. I trace her ass with my hands, running my fingers through her folds again. She’s soaking wet, and I can see the beginning of her wetness dripping down her thighs. “Are you ready?” I ask, pressing her chest down to the bed so her ass is even higher in the air.
“Yes.” Her voice is quivering with anticipation.
I fit my cock against her entrance and I hear her take a breath. “Good.” I push all the way into her in one stroke, and she moans. Her pussy is gripping me like a goddamn vice and I love it. She squeezes those muscles and it feels so good that it hurts. My breath is shallow, because I don’t want to disturb this moment. I want to remember it. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I haven’t felt so relaxed and open, and I manage a laugh. Damn it all, those bastards at the meeting were right. But I’m not going to think about them right now, because I promised to fuck Scarlett into oblivion, and I plan on doing just that. I pull back just an inch, and I see her hips move with me, seeking more of me, and I know she’s ready.
Gripping her hips, I pull out to the tip, slamming back in to the hilt while pulling her back onto me. God, it feels like coming home. And I don’t stop. There’s a brutal energy in me, and I let it out, pounding into her pussy with everything that I’ve got. I feel free and feral, like a new man claiming what’s his. I watch as Scarlett’s hands grasp the sheets, as her back arches into the bed, as her fucking toes are curling next to me, and I love that I’m the one doing this to her. The sounds coming out of me as I thrust are sounds that I’ve never heard myself make before, and the sound of our skin slapping together is making me even harder.
I don’t know how it’s possible that this girl I didn’t know a day ago is doing this to me, but I’ve never felt this alive. Circling her waist with my arm, I pull her up and back against me, so her back is pressed against my chest, and I’m still buried as deep as I can be. “How do you like it?” I ask her as her head falls back onto my shoulder. I slow my thrusting and roll my hips with hers. I reach down with one hand to tease her already sensitive clit, and she cries out at my touch. “Like what?” she asks, her voice telling me she’s barely thinking straight enough to say the words.
I place my lips against her neck, licking her skin. I love the way she tastes—sweet and warm sugar all over. “How do you like me being buried inside your pussy?” I say, thrusting up to the hilt. Her fingers dig into the arm I have wrapped around her. She doesn’t answer right away, instead moaning my name as I push into her again and again and again. She’s so hot inside, like my own personal volcano that I can’t get enough of. Every time I thrust it’s like my cock is touching heaven. “What was that?”
“More,” she says faintly.
I oblige.
I push her back down to the bed, this time following her, covering her completely. The way her ass is pressing into me almost makes me come undone. I grab her hands, weave her fingers through mine, hold them steady so that she knows she’s mine, that she can’t escape the fucking I’m about to give her. I release the burst of feral energy inside, plunging in to the hilt, and I don’t stop. The bed is banging against the wall, and Scarlett is saying my name over and over again. When she can’t say it anymore, I can still hear her voice, the sound of a woman receiving the best pleasure of her life. I can’t stop now. I won’t stop. I feel her trembling underneath me and I know she’s close to coming.
I feel my own orgasm coming, starting deep inside my gut.
Scarlett screams out her climax, throwing her head back next to mine, her pussy clamping own on my cock. It sends me over the edge. My balls tighten, and a flash of pure white heat streaks down my spine. I thrust into her as deep as I can, feeling my come pouring out of me. My cock twitches inside her, and I’m helpless as bolts of pleasure wrack my body. I’ve never come so hard in my life. And as the feeling fades, we’re left tangled together in the bed sheets, sweaty and panting.
It takes a while for either of us to move, though I can’t say that I’m not enjoying feeling the way she’s breathing underneath me. I like feeling the delicate nature of her body in comparison to mine. I like to feel the spasms of her muscles against my skin, the aftershocks of the way I fucked her.
A fierce sense of pride and freedom rolls through me. I haven’t felt so good, so solid, in a long time. Not since Shelly left. And for the first time in a long time, I’m able to finish that thought without making myself change the subject.
Scarlett stirs under me, and I roll to the side. But not too far. I keep her tucked in close to me. “How do you feel?” I ask.
She blushes and turns her head into the pillow. How she can blush after all that, I’m not sure, but she does. “Well used,” she says. “You certainly kept your promise.”
“I suppose it would be entirely unprofessional to thank The Pleasure Chest marketing board tomorrow when we see them? They really did me a favor.”
Her laughter bubbles up, and I think it’s the first time I’ve really heard it. It’s pure and clear and stirs something in my chest. “Yeah, it’s probably not the best idea. But they just said what you probably already knew.”
“I think it’s something I had forgotten.” That is unexpectedly honest of me, and I’m not sure where it’s coming from, but I know that I don’t want to lie to Scarlett, and I don’t mind if she knows what happened—the thing that broke me.
She frowns at me, reaching out to push my hair off my forehead. “Seems like an odd thing, to forget to relax.”
“I guess I didn’t forget. I’ve just been…focused on work for awhile.”
The way Scarlett’s looking at me, I can tell she knows I’m avoiding saying something. “What happened?”
Shit.
9
Scarlett
The light goes out in his eyes when I ask him what happened, and I hope that I haven’t just shattered everything that we shared. But he closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, and looks at me again. “A couple of years ago I was engaged. A few weeks before the wedding I found out she was cheating with my brother.”
I feel my jaw drop open, and all the words fly out of my head because what the hell do you say to something like that?
Chris clears his throat. “They took off together,” he laughs, “into the sunset. And I moved across the country.”
“That’s when you joined Ellison?”
He nods.
“Well I’m glad you did,” I say. “You saved my job.”
He’s looking past me, and I realize that probably wasn’t the right
thing to say. “I’m sorry that happened to you. That’s a terrible thing to go through.”
“It’s in the past now.” He shrugs.
I give in to my urge to run my fingers through his hair again. “Is it?”
“Yes.” He pauses, “And no. It was easier to throw myself into this job. Even though I can be a dick I do actually like this job. I love the variety. But I guess that I forgot there can be anything but this.”
A stunning and daunting thought occurs to me. “There hasn’t been anyone since…”
“Since Shelly left?” he finishes for me. “There’ve been a few. But nothing serious. Mostly a meeting of the late-night-rendezvous type.” He grins.
I file away his fiancée’s name in case I need to know it later. “Well, that’s a relief,” I say, laughing. “That would be a lot of pressure on me.”
“Even it you had been the only one it would have been amazing.”
“Thanks,” I say, blushing.
He’s looking at me, and I’m amazed by the range of emotions that his eyes can portray. I’ve seen them angry, cold, hungry, lustful. Right now they’re soft, almost tender. We’re lying close, but he moves in closer, pressing his lips against mine. A bolt of pure energy goes through me as I realize that this is the first time we’ve kissed. There’s something incredibly intimate about saving a kiss as your last boundary with a person. It’s a different kind of connection, and this one plunges to my gut, pulling on something there and making me tingly inside.
His tongue traces my lips, and I open for him. He kisses me deeply and possessively, but this is also soft and questioning. Something deeper.
He pulls me closer, and I feel his body hardening against me. My own body stirs in response. I would have thought it impossible to want more after everything, but I do. I feel addicted to the feel of him over me and inside me. And maybe it’s because I’ve never had sex this good. Ever. Or maybe it’s because there’s something here. He breaks away from my lips, smiling. “I already want to fuck you again, Ms. Brown.”
He rolls over me, and I enjoy the feeling of his body pressing me into the mattress. “Slow this time,” I say. “I want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Chris’s grin is almost unbearable as he retrieves another condom and rolls it onto his cock. He slides into me slowly, and I shiver. I am sore from the last time, but it’s a pleasant soreness, the kind that comes from sex that you’re absolutely not going to forget.
When he’s deep inside me he pauses. “You heard my sad story, but I don’t know anything about you.”
I scoff, a little breathless from his weight and the fact that his cock is filling me to the brim. “Maybe that can wait until later.”
“No I think this is the perfect time.” He smirks, moving his hips a little so I can feel just how full of him I am.
“I don’t have any sad stories.”
“A happy story then.” He kisses me, and his tongue teases mine until my body is begging for him to plunge into me the same way his tongue is plunging into my mouth. “I’m not going any further until you tell me a story,” he says. “Any story.”
“Why any story?”
He smiles. “Because I think we’ll have time for all the stories. Right now I just want one.”
There’s a tightening in my chest and I find myself smiling back at him. All the stories. He thinks there will be time for more stories. I don’t know exactly what that means, but it makes my insides glow and I find myself searching for a story to tell him. “Well, before I was in marketing, I was a medical student.”
He looks surprised. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” I say. “My parents wanted me to go to medical school, and I didn’t really know enough about myself to know that it’s not at all what I wanted. But I loved Grey’s Anatomy and I thought that if I could land myself a hot doctor husband everything be fine.” I roll my eyes at myself. “So I managed to get selected for a Seattle residency—because once again, I thought my life was going to be a Grey’s Anatomy episode—and I hated every second of it.”
“Why?”
“In school I liked it because I loved the science of it. But I also had time to pursue other things. I took art classes and electives. It never felt real. When you’re in pre-med you never have to face the reality that someone could die because of what you do. In med school you realize that, and I didn’t want that kind decision on my shoulders. But I loved Seattle, so I left the hospital and stayed in the city. I realized I loved doing more creative work, and I kind of fell into marketing. Though I haven’t had the chance for any of my stuff to be used yet.” I make a face. “Sorry, that wasn’t exactly a glowing, happy story.”
“I said any story,” he says, moving his hips.
“You did say that.”
“We’ll save the story about how exactly you started working for Ellison for another time,” he says, as he rocks into me.
This time it’s not fierce or fast. We rock together, or hips rolling and meeting in a perfect sensuous dance. Chris wraps his arms underneath me, tilting my hips up into his, and suddenly the way he’s filling me sets off sparks. His mouth is on mine, and my cry gets lost in him. I curl myself around him, locking my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, reveling in the feeling of being completely merged with someone else.
In this position his cock feels even bigger than our first time, and his smooth thrusts drag against the walls of my pussy in a way that’s making me pant. Our lips never leave each other, even though our bodies are starting to feel the beginning of that frenzy. But I don’t want that again. I guide him with my body, letting him slide into me, slowly, a steady climb to an inevitable summit. My orgasm starts low in my gut, a deep quaking of pleasure that crawls over my limbs until I’m shaking, my whole body in the throes of an intense vast pleasure. I can feel my pussy spasming on his cock, and I know that this is just the first. He’s not there yet.
Chris’s lips move to my neck, and I let go. I hold onto his body, and savor the feeling of him returning to me over and over. Every time he enters me he draws out my pleasure, and I feel a second spark coming, something hot and bright and entirely different. He grinds against my clit with every thrust, and that small spark gets brighter as he gets close to his own orgasm. He’s thrusting with more purpose now, intentionally dragging his body across my clit. I’m so close to touching that bright feeling, so close. Then Chris leans close, his lips against my ear and he whispers to me, “Come for me.”
He grinds against me again, and I do. My vision goes bright, and I groan as I hold onto him, shuddering, feeling myself come on his cock. My nerves sizzle with this intensity, and I’m not sure where I am but I don’t want to ever come back from this feeling. In my ear I hear the soft sounds of effort as Chris presses into me, his own climax desperately close. I’m still hazy with pleasure, but I manage to get enough control to squeeze down on his cock as hard as I can. “Your turn,” I whisper, and I feel him release.
The muscles in his back go taut, and his thrusts are short and staccato. His cock is so big that I can feel every twitch of it inside me. He finishes, and we lie there for a moment, breathing together, our foreheads touching. And then in the next breath we’ve come back to where we are, much closer than we were. Chris cleans himself up, and comes back to the bed, pulling me against him under the covers.
We haven’t said anything to each other, and I feel like we should. But there’s a wave of exhaustion crashing over me, and I don’t have the energy to find the right words to say. The last thing I feel is Chris settling behind me, his arm tucked around my waist.
10
Scarlett
The sounds of coffee wake me in the morning. I open my eyes to see Chris already dressed, shaking coffee into the machine. “Morning,” I say, sleepily.
“Morning,” he says. He doesn’t look at me, and the word doesn’t contain any emotion. It’s not warm, not cold, just “morning.” He pushes the button on the coffee maker and sits down at the tab
le, flipping through papers. Probably stuff for the meeting.
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. Seven-thirty. “Shit,” I say. “I need to get ready.”
“I was letting you sleep,” Chris says. “They called and pushed the meeting a half-hour, so you’ve got some time.”
“Good.”
He’s still engrossed in his papers, and I feel like I should say something about last night, but maybe right now isn’t the best time. I hop out of the bed, hurrying to grab my clothes from my room and shower. I know he’s said that we have time, but I still want to be ready sooner rather than later. Thankfully I’ve never been a high maintenance girl, and forty minutes later I’m turning in front of the mirror to make sure my outfit looks good from all sides. I grab myself a cup of coffee, being more than careful not to spill any of it.
And then I grab my things. I have special materials for this presentation with Chris, all tucked away in my bag. I make sure to give the room another glance to make sure Chris didn’t forget anything the way he did yesterday, but the room is clean, and we both seem to have everything. Chris hasn’t mentioned anything about last night, but he seems to be in a good mood, he whistles as we head down to the lobby and he continues quietly jiving to his own personal soundtrack as we make our way uptown to The Pleasure Chest office.
Our three compatriots seem to be in a much better mood today. “I was thinking about it a lot last night, and I’m really excited to hear what you have planned,” Jason says as he sits down.
“Good,” Chris says. “We’re excited to present it to you. It’s going to be hot, even if it’s cold as hell outside.”
The three of them chuckle, and I can already tell we’re off to a better start. I give Chris a smile to let him know he’s doing great as I hand out the packets I brought with me from Seattle. Inside are mock-ups of everything from subway ads to bus station posters to potential TV-spot scripts.
