Now my plans with her for tonight were also ruined, again at my doing. This was not how I wanted our relationship to progress, but work had to factor in some of the time. Making it up to Meadow was now my only thought. The door to my office shut and I was left alone finally getting a chance to call Meadow. Taking my phone off the charger, I quickly swiped through my contacts and called her.
“Hey there, Spunk! Did you get everything sorted?” Her bright and bubbly voice invaded my senses, and all I wanted to do was see her.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I worked up the courage and gave her the truth.
“Baby, I wish I could say yes, but things have become a bit worse. The client is insisting I come to the job site myself, and there is no way I can talk him out of it.”
“Oh Luca, that sucks for you, but I understand. Work is work, and you have to prioritise.”
“It is, but you aren’t on any list, Meadow, there isn’t a number next to your name indicating where you come in my life.” I was annoyed at myself, at Dave, and at Kayla, fuck I was even annoyed at Rick and Roger, and they had done nothing wrong.
“Honey, stop beating yourself up,” Meadow’s soft, gentle voice soothed me, “it’s just today, right?”
“I have to stay overnight, but yeah, I should be back sometime in the late afternoon tomorrow. I have to leave here by lunch to get there before the workers knock off.”
“Okay, I will see you then. Text me when you get back to town, and if I am home, come straight to me, okay?”
Damn, this woman was amazing, understanding, forgiving and generally perfect in every way. I was definitely going to need to pull out every trick in my arsenal, making this up to her.
“I want your lips so bad right now,” I admitted roughly, “I want you on your knees, my dick in your mouth, and your pretty green eyes on me as you deep throat my cock.” The image I just laid out played like a porno in my head. Meadow’s puffy lips sucking me off, made even puffer by my thick girth. Even her moans I could vividly imagine echoed in my mind. There was a deep intake of breath coming from the other end of the line, Meadow had not said anything and I was starting to worry if I took it too far.
“Meadow?”
“I will be there in twenty minutes.” Click. She hung up, leaving me sitting there with nothing but a silent phone at my ear and a steel pipe in my pants.
“Surely she isn’t—would she? Fuck yes!” I said out loud, clenching my fist.
Damn, she really is perfect.
Twenty minutes to the second, I heard my sister knock on my door. My cock was still erect and straining against my zip painfully, so standing was completely out of the question. Since Meadow told me she would be here, I questioned several times if this was a good thing to do. Meadow challenged me in many ways with her independence, her sassiness and her zest for life. Her quirkiness so unlike any woman I ever dated, but getting my dick sucked in my office was on a whole new level of discovering my wild side.
“Luca?” Kayla opened the door, her face closed and guarded. “You have someone here to see you, but I’m not sure you have—”
“Show her in please, Kayla, and hold any calls until I say,” I ordered gruffly, my eyes not yet seeing Meadow, but I knew she was there. The hairs on my arms standing on end told me that.
“Luca,” Kayla started to protest, but I was having none of her arguing or her reproachful glares.
“Now, Kayla, and I don’t want you interrupting me either.” My tone was harsh, and I knew I was in for a lecture later on, but I was more than happy to suffer later to see Meadow now.
My sister narrowed her eyes at me, then dutifully nodded. “You’re the boss.” Standing aside, she gestured with a sweep of her arm, and suddenly there was Meadow dressed in what looked to be an old-fashioned belted raincoat, it came to rest just below her knees. The belt was cinched in tightly around the middle, showing off her tight figure. On her feet were the sexiest red high heels, the same colour that stained her lips.
Fuck she is wearing red lipstick. Is she trying to kill me? Imagining those sultry red lips wrapped around my cock, shiny and wet, was going to make me nut in my pants. Again.
“Thanks, Kayla,” Meadow sang brightly, “lovely to meet you, next time we will talk longer, yeah?”
“Erm, sure,” Kayla mumbled, ducking out of the doorway and leaving, her heels clicking a fast and angry tempo down the hall.
My sister’s mood and the fact that she was literally seconds away from calling my mother filtered through my mind for a second. It blurred when Meadow stepped into my office, shutting the door.
“Does this lock?” she asked, raising one perfectly shaped brow at me.
“Yeah.” It was all I could manage.
Snicking the lock into place, Meadow didn’t take her eyes off me as she sashayed over the room. Her long blonde hair was brushed into soft waves, fluffy and bouncy and oh so sexy.
“Your sister is a little uptight, did you know?” she observed, her eyes still on my face, but her hands were at the belt of her coat. And just like that, I knew I was in trouble.
“Yeah.”
“Lucky for you, I am not.” Releasing the belt from the knot, I watched, almost salivating as she dramatically flicked the sides of the coat open to reveal … her completely and totally naked body, save for the red heels.
“Oh. My. God!” I hissed, smashing the palm of my hand on the crotch of my slacks, pools of saliva flooding my mouth.
“I figured I still owe you, and seeing as though you have to ditch me tonight, I decided I couldn’t let you go away without knowing what you are leaving behind,” Meadow purred with the confidence of a woman happy in her own skin.
The vision before me could only be described as utter perfection. Long, toned legs, hips wide and just right for holding onto from behind. A flat, toned stomach lead up to her lush, ripe breasts, the recent memory of worshipping them and the taste still very much with me.
My brain suddenly computed what she said about ditching and leaving her.
“Meadow, baby, I am not ditching you,” I disputed, getting to my feet, but she held up a hand to stop me.
“Sit back down, Spunk. I am about to give you a memory you can take with you on your road trip.” Doing as she ordered, I plopped back down in my chair, which was just as well because I was concerned that my legs wouldn’t be able to hold me up for very long anyway. Seeing Meadow naked properly for the first time, definitely a knee-buckling moment.
“Now.” Walking slowly, her hips swaying with each step, Meadow rounded my desk. Her fingers were tracing seductively over the surface until she got to my side, where they traced over my shoulder and down my arm coming to rest on the hand I had covered over my bulging cock.
“Please remove your hand so I can look at what is now mine.” Her smile was captivating, just as the owner had captivated me. Lifting my hand, I rested it on the arm of my office chair, doing the same with the other one on the other arm.
“You are so god damned sexy, Meadow. So amazingly beautiful you render me speechless just looking at you.” My honesty was justifiable considering the gift she was giving me. I might only have known her a short time, but what I did know was this wasn’t her usual behaviour. Yes, she was confident, yes, she was comfortable with her body, and fuck yeah, she was sexy. But she wasn’t easy. This sensual erotic moment was for me, and only me. Deep inside, I knew that to be true.
Lowering herself down to kneel on the carpet in front of me, I eagerly spread my legs and watched in awe as she unbuttoned my pants, then slowly and thank god carefully, let down the zipper and pulled my very hard, very erect cock out of the confines of my jocks.
“Oh, wow,” Meadow breathed, one finger gliding down the long length of my shaft, the tiniest tremble in her touch telling me this was certainly not something she regularly did. I don’t know why that made me happy, but it did. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe or expect Meadow to be a virgin, and she had at least one ex I knew of, but the thought tha
t she did this for other men in the past irked me. No, it fucking gutted me. I didn’t want to be just the next man on her list to perform for; our sexual chemistry was unlike anything I had experienced before. And I wanted that to be the same for her too.
Meadow started to stroke long and low, the precum at the tip of my head acting as the perfect lubricant. Each time she got to the head, she would run her thumb over the angry purple coloured bulb, and each time I let out a groan of appreciation.
“You know,” Meadow hummed, her eyes glued to my cock, “despite my bravado with the whole naked thing, I am not that kind of girl, I have only given head a handful of times, and never with a cock your—”
Taking her face in my hands, I pressed my two thumbs to her lips, halting the next words out of her mouth, a mouth that was soon to be full of my cock.
“Trust me when I tell you, I know you aren’t that kind of girl.” Bending forward, I took her lips in a gentle kiss. “I also don’t want to know about any other dicks but mine, okay baby?”
“Got it.” She blushed, and for a second, I saw uncertainty flash in her green orbs and that I wasn’t having.
“Baby, you do whatever you want, any way you want to do it. No matter what, I will enjoy it.” Trying to keep my voice smooth even as her hand pumped me from root to tip and back again.
Meadow’s nervousness vanished, and that sassy, impish smile appeared, nearly blinding me.
“Okay, honey,” she replied, lowering her head, her soft hair tickling my pelvic area. Throwing my head back, I waited for the warmth of her mouth to encase me, but in all honesty, the reality of her mouth swallowing the head of my cock and the way I imagined it feeling were nothing alike.
“Oh dear god. Never ever—” My legs twitched around Meadow, just like hers had around me the other night. Alternating between pumps with her hand and the sweet suction of her mouth, Meadow tortured me over and over. The longer she went on, the greater her confidence grew, taking me deeper into her throat, licking the head of my cock with her tongue, even dragging her teeth gently up my shaft. Taking her hand off me, she flattened them on my thighs, continuing to deep throat my cock.
“Meadow, baby, I’m … I’m …” my balls pulled up, a burst of current zinging up my spine, heading straight to my sack. Fingers fisted at my pants, and a deep hum left Meadow’s throat, vibrating around me and I was a goner. The most spectacular sensation hit me directly in my lower back, stars blinded my sight, and the small conscious part left in my brain kicked in.
“I’m coming baby, pull off now!” I warned harsher than I intended, but I was only thinking of her. Coming in your partner’s mouth was a personal choice; forcing her to take a mouthful of my cum was not my way.
Meadow mumbled incoherently, but by the way her lips tightened around my shaft, I got the message she was fine with taking my load. That was a good thing because two seconds later, my hips lifted off the chair, a guttural shout tore from my throat, signalling my release. Rope after rope of sperm left my tip in a great rush, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I unloaded more cum than I thought possible to produce.
Distantly, the gulping and swallowing sounds coming from Meadow registered to my ears, her moans of delight as she took every drop like sweet music.
Sucking in deep gulps of air, my dick jerked as Meadow dragged her mouth up my shaft one last time then releasing it from her mouth with a damp pop. Her lips kissing the sensitive head before she raised up on her hands and stared at me with wonder.
“Wow!” She grinned, licking her puffed and swollen lips.
“Wow!” I agreed, out of breath as if I’d just run a marathon. “Fucking wow!”
Sliding my hands under her armpits, I dragged Meadow up off the floor and into my lap, her knees on either side of me. Wrapping my arms around her bringing her flush against me, I breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. Again committing the smell to memory.
My girlfriend just gave me the most explosive head job of my life, naked in my arms, and I was yet to make love to her, and here I was fucking happy as hell.
“Tomorrow night, you are all mine,” I promised.
“I thought I already was yours,” Meadow quipped back.
“Okay, I make your pussy officially mine.”
“I thought you already did when you—”
“Woman!”
Giggling, Meadow lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes shining with an emotion I refused to say out loud in case I jinxed myself. I was falling so fast, we both were. I could see in her eyes that she felt the same, and feel in it her touch.
Papers needed to be signed, and calls had to be made before I left town today. But, my arms wrapped tighter around Meadow, holding her naked gorgeousness for just a little while longer.
“I will miss you, Spunk,” Meadow whispered sadly.
Pressing my lips to her temple, I breathed in her scent, making sure it was buried into my senses. Fuck me, I was only going for twenty-four hours to do something I loved. Less than two weeks and Meadow was climbing the priority ladder of my life and taking hold of my heart.
“Already miss you, baby.”
“Is that him?” Prue asked, peering over my shoulder to look at my phone screen.
“Sure is.” Holding the phone so my best friend could see the text message Luca just sent me.
“He just arrived at his motel and is heading straight to the job site.”
Prue smirked at me as she reached for her glass of frosty cold beer. “Look at you, using your shy voice, blushing and shit,” she teased me.
“I like him a lot.” I was hugely aware that Luca made me more girlie than I was comfortable with or had ever been. Girlie as in, gushing, blushing, out of control heart rate, that kind of girlie.
“Have you got a photo of him?”
“Shit! No, I can’t believe that I haven’t.” Swiping my phone open to Luca’s message page, I quickly type out a request for a selfie from him.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” Prue said, sipping her beer. “It sucks that I live forty minutes away now. Seeing you once a week for pole dancing, then back to Melton until the weekend isn’t right. And I missed seeing you fall on your tushie for ‘the one’. Dramatically mimicking air quotes, making me giggle.
“I know, it sucks that your dream job is in Melton,” I commiserated, just as dramatically. I missed Prue being just around the corner from my parent’s house, but she worked really hard for the promotion to executive assistant, and I couldn’t be happier for her. It made these surprise weekday visits just that more special.
After Luca and I said goodbye. And after he kissed me passionately, promising to ring me tonight … and after he helped me back into my overcoat, my mood plummeted, and so I did the only thing that would make me happy.
I called my bestie and cried. An hour and a half later, Prue stormed into my shop and demanded I close and let her take me to the pub for drinks.
“How did you manage to get time off work today?”
“Told them that I had an emergency back home that couldn’t wait. And Meadow Tessler sobbing about her boyfriend leaving her for twenty-four hours seemed like one to me.” Giving me side-eyes, Prue raised her brow at me, silently asking me to refute her claim. Of course, I couldn’t because she was correct. I rang her, sobbed, then begged her to come and give me a hug. I was unrepentant in my sorrow.
“Don’t be such a—” just at that moment, my phone dinged with a message alert.
“He texted back!” I squealed, fumbling with the device, finally swiping open the screen without looking at it because I didn’t want to see if he did what I’d asked until I’d actually opened his message. Call it crazy, call it the actions of a woman on the cusp of needing therapy, I don’t care. I’d rather not look and let the excitement build before opening it, and I have been doing this ever since I gave Luca my number. I even went as far as giving him a different alert tone, so I didn’t have to go through the day hearing my phone go off and wonder if it was him. Only to f
ind Trish texting me to let me know she had a yeast infection or getting my opinion on whether she should get her clit pierced.
Crazy, you say, no wonder considering my parentage.
“Spank my arse and call me mama,” Prue moaned, her hand coming out to take the
phone out of my hand before I even got to take a look at what Luca sent.
“Hey! Give that back cow-face,” I shouted, fighting to get my phone back.
“Meadow Lavender, you did good!” Prue practically panted, fanning herself with one hand and with the other holding my phone as close to her face without actually licking it.
Snatching my phone back, I slapped her arm. “Don’t middle name me, and stop drooling over my—oh dear god, let me lick him again, please.” Luca had indeed sent me a selfie, and my god, what a picture it was.
It was obviously taken in his motel room, going by the bland beige and cacky green décor. Luca was standing in front of what I guessed was the bathroom door, his arm with the half done, but in no way unattractive tattoo, holding the phone, and he was smiling his sexy smirk at me. One brow raised, and I could hear in my mind his sexy deep voice saying, I know why you want this baby.
“He is hot; I mean, he can make you wet without saying a word or lifting a finger, hot.”
“I know,” I groaned, “he does.”
“And you haven’t banged him yet? That tells me you have some pretty strong feelings for this guy, babe.”
“I do, I really do,” I admitted, “I wanted to take it slow.” I shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea, and now I just want to jump him and ride him like a bucking bronc.” Especially after I went into seductress mode earlier today and surprised him with an office blow job, though I kept that to myself, Prue and I normally told each other everything about ourselves and our boyfriends, but Luca was different.
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