"Hello?" he answered with a sleepy drawl.
She sucked in her breath, gasping. He wasn't supposed to answer! Why did he answer? Oh god, oh god, oh god! She whimpered.
"Mmm, whoever you are, make that noise again."
The seconds ticked by as she argued with herself to hang up but she couldn't quite make herself do it. It was Christopher and he sounded oh-so-sexy.
"You still there?" he asked sleepily, his voice ragged and sensual.
"Mmhmm," she whispered as her heart thudded so loudly in her chest she was afraid he could hear it.
"It's two A.M.," he said and she could hear the sound of fabric rustling, as if he were rolling over in his bed.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"No, don't apologize. It's not every night I get awoken by a breathy little voice like yours. It's very sexy."
"I..." she whispered hesitantly, uncertain what to say to him.
"There's only two reasons people call at this hour. One, they have bad news, or two, it's a booty call." He chuckled, "I really hope it's not bad news..."
She couldn't help but smile.
There was a teasing quality to his voice, "Come on now, it's a booty call. Admit it."
She giggled softly.
"I like your laugh. It's very sexy too. What other sexy sounds can you make hmmm?" He asked in a low, deep voice.
She gasped again as her body involuntarily responded to him. Desire throbbed beneath her fingers and she slowly gave her clit a little rub.
"Mmmm," she whispered.
"Oh, good, it is a booty call. So lets have fun with this shall we? I think this is the point where I ask what you're wearing and tell you that I sleep naked."
"Night-shirt," she whispered. 'Just whisper the whole time and he wont recognize your voice', she told herself.
"Short or long?"
"Short," she answered.
"Take it off."
"Okay." Without hesitation she sat up in the bed and pulled the thing off. She tossed it to the floor then stretched back across the mattress.
"All comfortable now?" he asked.
"Mmhmm."
"You wearing panties?"
"Uh huh."
"Silky, frilly, or plain?"
"Silky."
"Very nice."
"What color?"
She glanced down her body, "Black."
"Mmmm. Are you touching yourself?"
"I was... " she admitted sheepishly.
"I want you to touch yourself again. Can you do that for me?"
"Mmhmm," she whimpered softly as she slid her fingers into her wetness.
"Are you going to let me listen?"
"Yes."
"Can I make you come?"
"Yeah..."
"Good girl. Rub your pussy for me."
"Okay... " she whispered as she glided her fingers across her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout her body. She groaned softly.
"Fuck, you sound hot when you moan like that."
She imagined him laying there naked, listening to her and the thought of it intensified her pleasure. She moaned again for him.
"Mmm," he replied and she wondered if he was stroking his cock. "If I was there right now with you I'd fuck you so hard."
She gasped sensually. "Oh... "
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, giving a little groan.
"You have no idea how much I want you to fuck me. How I want your cock inside of me right now," she said hoarsely, trying to keep her voice at a whisper.
"Slide your fingers in, fuck yourself for me. Think about my cock being there, buried deep inside your pussy. Mmm. I bet you would feel so good."
Her breathing became more shallow as she grew closer to orgasm. "Oh, I'm going to come... oh fuck," she whimpered, "Can you come with me?"
He groaned and she imagined him cumming inside of her, filling her.
"Oh, my god, Christopher," she moaned his name as she impaled her fingers deep inside herself, her pussy clinching her fingers as orgasm simmered throughout her body. She could hear him groaning in response.
Breathing heavily, reality pierced through the fog of alcohol and arousal. She called Christopher and had phone sex! Oh fuck! She quickly hung up the phone and spent the remainder of the night agonizing over every delicious moment in detail.
*
She dressed with care before leaving her apartment the next morning, choosing a longish skirt with boots and long sleeve matching top, hoping to look the part of a proper research assistant. She debated on pulling up her hair into a bun then decided against it, leaving her long dark locks to curl about her shoulders. She'd left earlier than normal, hoping to avoid running into him on the ride into the city.
Once at work she'd spent the day working quietly in her office. She'd didn't even look up when her colleagues would pass by her door. Just before five 'o clock she'd received an email that Christopher wanted to see her. In his office. Now.
Oh god.
Nervously, Ella made her way to his office and rapped her knuckles lightly against the door. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she waited for a response. The seconds ticked by and she debated on leaving.
"Come in," he called out.
She half-wondered if he deliberately made her wait. As she stepped in and closed the door behind her, the things they said to one another on the phone played in the back of her mind.
"Have a seat, please," he offered, nodding towards the empty chair opposite of his desk.
She moved forward and slid into a leather chair. She dropped her hands to her lap and curled her fingers together, wondering if he could hear her pounding heart.
Christopher leaned back, "I wanted you to be the first to know. Your Uncle is selling the paper to me."
Of all the things he could have said, she would have never expected him to say that. "Why?"
"I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. We just made it official before you came in."
She frowned, "But he loves this place..." Maybe he was ready to retire. He was getting older. Or maybe he would venture into some new business, that sounded more like him.
"He said he always wanted to own a restaurant."
Her brows scrunched up, "Oh." How bizarre.
"And that brings me to the reason why you're here."
"Go on..."
"You are good at research apparently, and I think that lends itself to your writing. Your work is rather good. Very good in fact. I had in mind to give you your own column."
Her eyes lit as she gasped, "What? Truly?"
"But there's one problem."
Her brow arched, "What?"
He cleared his throat, "What two grown consenting adults do is none of my concern really. However, when they both now work for me and one is married, I foresee a lot of complications. It could ruin the family atmosphere that your Uncle has worked so hard to create."
She paled.
He continued, "So in light of keeping things running as smoothly as possible, I'm going to have to let you go. With severance pay of course."
Shock seized her, followed by outrage. "Wait, what? You're firing me?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"But I haven't done anything wrong!"
"I'm sure Sam's wife would disagree."
Hot anger flushed her face. "But we didn't do anything! Omigod! How can you fire me without even knowing what happened? That's not fair!"
His gaze locked with hers, "Then enlighten me. Please."
She dropped her head into her hands feeling an onslaught of emotions. "Please... please don't do this," she pleaded in a muffled voice.
"You can explain yourself or you can accept the fact that I already know the truth of the matter. I saw your guilty expression when you two came out of the supply room and if I can be blunt... the room smelled like sex."
She groaned a sound of humiliation as she rubbed her face then dropped her hands. She exhaled a slow breath as if trying to gain hold of herself. "I wi
ll explain." If I'm going to lose my job, she thought, then might as well lose it for the truth. She lifted her teary gaze to him, "I will tell you what happened."
He nodded.
Trembling, she rubbed her hands together as nervous waves of nausea assaulted her. Don't be sick! she told herself. Just tell him the truth then leave.
"I uh... well, you see. I ride the train to work every morning."
He nodded, agreeing.
"And you sit across from me.... " She lifted her dark gaze to his, wondering if he had ever even noticed her.
"With your boyfriend. I see you every morning,' he said.
She shook her head quickly, "No! That's not my boyfriend, that's my cousin. My gay cousin."
"I had thought..." he trailed off, obviously realizing his mistake. "You two are always so affectionate, I just assumed..."
"Cauly is like a brother to me," she exclaimed defensively. She steeled herself, tensing as she said, "Anyhow. I have... certain fantasies..."
He stared intently at her, "Go on."
"About..." she wet her lips nervously, hesitating.
"About?"
"You..."
"Me?" he asked, his brow raised.
"Yes, you. I've been crushing on you since I've first seen you! Every day I would think about what it would be like to be with you, you know, like... with you."
His expression darkened.
"And yesterday I was fantasizing about us... being on the train together. Alone. And, we were... well, you must know. And, then I couldn't stand it any more, I just had to... take care of things." She gulped through her tears. "So I went to the restroom but nosy Marla was in there so then I just went to the supply room thinking I would be alone long enough to... you know, but Sam has a key to the room and he caught me!"
He sat there wordlessly, staring at her.
"And, I was humiliated, much like I am in this moment, and Sam was so nice and understanding and said it was a natural thing and that I shouldn't be embarrassed but of course I was and he said that he would do it with me so I could finish... but we never touched! I swear!" She snapped her mouth closed suddenly, realizing she was rambling.
Christopher shook his head, "He watched you... finish?" A look of jealousy flashed across his face.
She nodded sheepishly, "Well, he did it with me, but we were talking about you, I swear!"
His voice was laced with disbelief, "Talking about me? Explain."
"He asked who I was thinking about when he caught me, and I told him I was thinking about you. About all the things I want to do with you, and to you," she said bluntly.
"What did you tell him...?"
Ella blushed hotly, "He asked me how I wanted you, and what I would let you do to me."
"And you told him?" He said incredulously.
"Yeah..." she admitted.
His voice was low, raspy. "What did you tell him, Ella?"
"I told him that I would let you do anything that you wanted..." she whispered.
Something dark flashed in his eyes, "Anything?"
She nodded, "I told him how I wanted to know what it felt like to be with you... to fuck you. To suck your cock. To have you kiss me all over," she said brazenly.
His unrelenting gaze roamed across her body, "Stand up."
She stood up, her head still drooped as she stared at the floor, her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Well, you asked," she said defensively, certain that he was about to send her away.
"Come here."
Her heart skipped a beat as she moved around the desk to face him. He swirled his chair around. "Look at me."
She lifted her gaze.
"You want to suck my cock?" he asked in that sexy-as-hell accent, his voice deep and cultured, rich and delicious.
She nodded sheepishly as his question sent a thrilling wave of pleasure coursing through her, "Badly."
He slid down in his chair some and parted his knees as he reached for her hand, pulling her closer to him. "Take off my belt," he commanded.
Without hesitation she obeyed, deft fingers worked at the silver clasp. She pulled the brown leather from the loops and held it loosely, dangling to the floor.
"Turn around," he ordered with a commanding tone.
She spun around and felt him taking the belt from her. Anticipation coursed through her and she gasped when she felt him entwining the leather around her wrists. Mmmmm. Oh god, was this really going to happen? She felt his hands roam across her ass for a brief second, lift her skirt and tug down her panties til they hung around her thighs. Her pussy quivered as she felt his fingers oh-so-close, teasing, but he never touched her there.
Dammit.
"Now turn back around and get on your knees," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, baring his sleek chest and muscled abdomen. Her gaze raked down to the bit of hair above his cock as he lowered his boxers.
She settled down between his thighs and gasped as he pulled himself free of the boxers. He stroked his hand down the length of it with one hand, the other stroked through her hair. "You're so beautiful, Ella. You have a beautiful mouth. Open it."
Her mouth parted; she darted her tongue around her lips, wetting them as she watched his hand hungrily.
He cupped her chin and pulled her face toward his crotch. "This is what you want?"
"Mmmhmm," she murmured against the head of his fat swollen prick. She darted her tongue out and licked away a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the tiny slit.
He groaned as he slid his cock into her mouth. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her down as far as she could take him, which was damn near all of it. She suckled him and twirled her tongue around his shaft, murmuring around his thickness.
Christopher moaned as he fucked her mouth, thrusting his hips as he grabbed her by the back of the head, keeping her tightly in place. "You like dirty talking huh?" he asked as he wound his fingers in her hair.
She flicked her gaze up at him, savoring the feel of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue rolled around the head as he stroked out. "Mmmhmm," she moaned, her mouth full of him again as he slid it back in deep as he could go.
"You want me to tell you how I'm going to fuck you, Ella?"
She purred her answer.
"I'm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind."
She groaned.
"And I'm going to keep your hands tied up while I take you." He pulled out of her mouth and pushed his chair back to stand, then he helped her to her feet. Christopher pushed her against his desk, facing him.
"But first," he said as he pushed her blouse up to rub his fingers across her nipples, "I'm going to eat your pussy." He slid his mouth across her bra, teasing her by nibbling at her hard little nubs over the satin fabric. He kissed his way across her taut stomach then settled down onto the floor in front of her. With her wet panties wrapped around her mid thighs and her skirt bunched around her waist, he had a perfect view of her pussy.
He could smell her desire, the air perfumed by a mixture of her arousal and strawberry body wash.
"You smell sweet." He leaned in and flicked his tongue lightly across her sweetness, teasing her, building her arousal if possible while pulling her panties completely off. "I want to taste all of you." He drove his tongue between her fleshy lips," I want your sweet juice on my tongue, dripping down my chin. Mmmm."
She whimpered and parted her legs more, bracing herself against the desk.
"I'm going to kiss you until you cum," he said smoothly. His tongue prodded between her slick folds, seeking her most tender spot. She sighed softly, a long sound of desire as he thrust his tongue upon her clit. He assaulted it with fast licks, tormenting her with relentless swirls of his tongue into her folds and used his fingers to stimulate her, thrusting them into her syrupy wetness in perfect motion with his licks.
Christopher glanced up as she writhed against his mouth.
'You are so fucking gorgeous,' she thought as she met his simmering gaze. She clutched the desk tighter, her knuckles white,
her legs trembling. Her breath caught in her throat as she moaned. The sight of his tongue lapping at her sent hot chills rolling throughout her body. Every muscled tensed as the sensations built. "Please," she begged, "Please oh god, please!" Her pussy tightened around his fingers as her juices soaked him. Her head jerked back as she groaned a long drawn out sound of utter bliss. White hot waves of pleasure burned through her as she orgasmed.
"Christopher..." she moaned his name.
He continued to finger fuck her and lick her through her orgasm, causing wave after wave of shimmering erotic ripples to flow through her body, the sensations seemed never ending, as if she were caught up in a torrent of sweet torture.
"Christopher..." she gazed down at him, lids half-parted, her eyes lit with sultry fire. "Let me touch you."
He kissed his way up her body, dragging his tongue across her taut belly, dipping into her belly button.
He stood and placed his hands on her hips as he leaned in to kiss her, brushing his wet mouth across hers, "Touch me with your tongue," he teased as he lapped at her pouting lips. He nibbled her bottom lip then thrust his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers. He devoured her mouth as he rubbed against her, his hard cock slipped between her soaking wet folds without penetrating her—teasing her.
She wiggled her bound hands as if frustrated and he smirked after breaking the kiss. "Please..."
"Please what?" he asked as he grabbed his thick manhood and rubbed the head in between her slippery wetness, circling it around her clit.
"Please fuck me! Omigod! I want to feel you inside of me!" She gyrated her hips against his, trying to force his cock to slide into her. He growled, "Mmm I will fuck you. Hard and fast." He grazed his teeth across her neck, slightly biting, wetting her skin, then sucking. He spun her around so that her back was to him, then pressed his hand to the middle of her back, pushing her down against his desk. He pulled her skirt off then nudged her legs further apart with his knee. "You're mine," he said possessively as he raked his hands across her bottom cheeks, his fingers dug into her skin, flushing her pale skin with red marks.
"Yours," she groaned as she felt his hands pulling her apart, baring the pink rimmed hole of her ass. Her toes curled and her body quivered as he thrust his tongue around the rim. He flicked the tip of it around and around then slid his tongue back into her wet pussy.
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