by Mona Cox
“Which sector?” I ask, trying to get him to focus on our conversation instead of my body. He follows me, pressing me against the railing with his body, his hand caressing higher and higher, closer and closer to my tits.
I abandon all pretense and shift my stance so I can knee him in the nuts and run like hell when—
“Brittney, there you are,” Kaden says in my ear, sliding his arm around my waist.
18
Kaden
It took me forever to find Brittney. First, I wandered around in the restaurant on the main floor and then made my way up to the rooftop. I was about to give up when I finally spotted Brittney talking to some pencil-necked jackass.
I mean, I don’t know him, but right now, he looks like he’s making Brittney extraordinarily uncomfortable, pinning her to the railing of the rooftop restaurant, and that makes him a jackass.
“Brittney, there you are,” I say, sliding my arm around her waist and looking down at the jackass in question. He stumbles back in surprise, finally giving Brittney some breathing room. “You can go away now,” I tell him.
“Excuse me?!” he yelps. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m the guy who can get you fired. Now leave.”
“Get me fired?! Are you smokin’ something? You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
I feel the curves of Brittney’s body pressing up against mine, and a part of me realizes that she’s not pulling away. In fact, she’s leaning further in. Victory! She really hadn’t been happy to have this guy all up in her face.
It’s time to make him pay for it.
With a sigh, I say, “You’re wearing a money-clip tie and a Brooks Brothers suit and yet you have all of the style and personality of a wet wash rag. At this point, I’m willing to bet next month’s income – a very substantial amount, mind you – on the fact that you work for a local financial institution. Carter Jeffries?”
I feel Brittney stiffen beside me in surprise, and I realize that I can cross “Met him at work” off the list. She obviously didn’t know this guy worked at the same place as her.
With a glare, the jackass nods and crosses his arms across his chest.
“So?” he asks sarcastically. “That doesn’t mean you could get me fired.”
“Last chance to save your job,” I say warningly. He just glares harder. I shrug, pull out my phone, and hit the number for William Kane, the CEO of Carter Jeffries. I put him on speaker phone.
“Hello?” he rumbles.
“Hey William, it’s Kaden Charles.”
Mr. Pencil Neck’s eyes are bugging out of his forehead. I’m assuming that he probably recognizes William’s voice…and my name.
I warned him, right?
I pull Brittney closer to my side.
“Hey Kaden! I’ve been meaning to call you and set up a golf game. Your secretary says you’re taking it up?”
I try not to laugh. Good ol’ Gweny, helpful to the end.
“I might, yeah, but listen, I need to ask you a favor.” I look up at Mr. Pencil Neck and ask, “What’s your name?”
He’s shaking his head in terror when Brittney pipes up, “Jake McDonald.”
“Hey, I’ve got a Mr. Jake McDonald here. He needs to be fired Monday morning. Can you take care of that for me?”
“Sure can! I’ll tell HR on Monday. He’s a jackass anyway.” Jake is shaking his head so hard, I’m afraid it’s going to go flying off. I just smile placidly at him.
“Yeah, that’s exactly my opinion on the topic. You have a good night, and I’ll call you about that golf game.”
“Great! Thanks for the phone call.”
Right as I hit the red button, ending the call, Jack starts screaming, “You bastard, how dare you!” He goes swinging for my face, and I pull Brittney with me to the side, letting him spin past me and into a table of customers.
“Sir, it’s time for you to leave,” a bouncer says, hurrying up to us, grabbing his elbow and dragging him from the restaurant, kicking and screaming like a little girl.
“I was totally going to just punch him, but, you know, we’re on a rooftop and all,” I say, finally able to smile down at Brittney like I’d been wanting to for ages. What felt like years, really. “I’d hate for him to fall off.”
“Very practical of you,” she says, grinning back up at me. “He deserved to get fired; I don’t think he deserved to die, though.”
“Yeah, it seemed a little extreme.”
Enough words. They aren’t my strong suit anyway. It’s time to show Brittney how I feel. I stroke her hair away from her forehead and then dip my head down to kiss her. When our lips meet, it’s like fireworks and the band starting up and winning the lottery, all rolled up into one.
Except, in this case, it’s even better, because kissing her feels like home.
“Want to take me home?” Brittney asks when we finally pull apart, snuggling into my side.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather take her.
19
Brittney
Kaden Charles loves me.
I’m not making this up, I swear, he actually said it to me. Finally.
He finally showed he cares about me. I can’t stop repeating the words in my head: Kaden Charles loves me. Have I ever been this happy?
I don’t know if Lisa or Diesel pushing him is what made him finally pay attention and stop being so blasé. But it doesn’t matter now. Kaden came for me. And hearing him saying those little three words… It changed everything. Every single thing.
Nothing will ever be the same now.
We catch a cab back to his place and I don’t know how I kept my hands to myself.
Yup, it’s sitting on my hands all over again. This is starting to be a habit. I am so wet that I’m sure it’s made the leather all sticky.
But it doesn’t matter now – Kaden has finally admitted his feelings and I’ve done the same and we’re going to his place with the speed of two horny teenagers. We can’t wait. No, not one damn minute.
The moment we step foot inside his penthouse, I’m all over him, my mouth yearning for the taste of his lips, my hand aching for the smoothness of his skin. I kiss him wildly, our lips parting and letting our tongues dance around each other in a frenzy; I grab his shirt then and just rip it open, ruining it but not giving a damn about it. I push it down his arms and kiss him all over his hard chest, savoring him with an hunger I didn’t even know existed inside of me.
His hands go to my legs then, hiking up my dress to my waist. He licks his lips as he looks at the drenched thong that covers my pussy. He doesn’t lose any time - in a single second he’s on his knees and, with a flick of his fingers he pushes my thong to the side. Before I can even gasp, his mouth is wrapped tight against my pussy, and he starts sucking there as if he has been thinking of doing it all day long. Which I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case - I also spent the whole day daydreaming of his cock.
I put one leg over his shoulder as he licks at me and, now having a better angle, he slides one finger inside of me in an instant. I gasp, closing my eyes as I press my back into the wall, thrusting my pussy against his mouth as he fingers me.
Pulling out from me, he pushes the thong down my legs and I just kick it away to the corner; his mouth is on me again, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely keep my eyes open. Which is fine by me - I don’t need my eyes open to surrender to the throes of pleasure. I can do that just fine while being blind to the world.
He has his tongue running circles around my clit, and then he lets it run the length of my pussy, licking my labia eagerly and taking my juices in his mouth. I can’t help but look down at him as he does it, my heart beating hard inside my chest.
Sliding one more finger inside me, he keeps fingering me until my pussy starts to spasms and becomes tighter; immediately he presses his thumb over my clit and, moving it in circles, he makes my muscles burn in under a second.
I cry out in pleasure as I come, delight completely ripping me apart - my whole
body is burning up.
He doesn’t allow me any time to reel from the orgasm; he simples gets back on his feet and, placing one hand under my knee, lifts my leg as he presses his body into me. With trembling fingers I go for his crotch, massaging his massive bulging for two sole seconds before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the fly. I slide my fingers inside his boxer briefs and, grabbing his thick cock, I pull it out and start stroking it, feeling the intensity of his desire for me running through it.
I stroke him fast and I stroke him hard; I can feel his cock pulsating against my fingers and, driven crazy by my motions and wanting to ravage my insides, he grabs my wrist and makes me let go of him. I do it willingly, allowing him to lean further into me.
Grabbing his cock with a growl, he presses it into me, only sliding its tip inside; I moan hard, feeling all strength escape my body. But, still holding me under my knee, he presses me back into the wall and in one single stroke buries himself inside of me up to the hilt.
I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight, I can’t hear a damn thing. This exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Kaden’s pummeling me, pushing me towards the edge of ecstasy. He does it relentlessly, almost as if he’s not a normal human being. He doesn’t tire, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t let up - he simply keeps ramming his cock into me until I start forgetting who I really am.
“I’m… I’m going to come…” I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair.
He grabs a handful of my hair and, pulling on it, forces my head back as he buries his mouth against my neck, softly biting there as he thrusts his hips harder at me.
“Oh my god…” I find myself saying, those flames of pleasure that lick at my muscles turning into a raging storm that makes me shudder and pant. “More.”
More? I don’t know why I’ve said it - I don’t know if I’m physically capable of enduring more pleasure, but it seems that desire has taken over me. I’m no longer in control. And now that I’ve said it, there’s no going back. Kaden growls at me and, grabbing me by the waist, makes me turn around and face the wall.
He doesn’t even bother with undressing me; he simply lifts up my dress and presses his cock between my ass cheeks, rocking his body against me like that. I wiggle my ass, aching to have him inside of me. I rub against him, moving up and down and feeling his thick shaft pressing hard at my crack.
Massaging my ass, he slides one hand between my legs and rubs his fingers from my clit to my ass, and then eases himself into me. I press my forehead against the wall, sweat trickling down my back, as his cock parts my pussy and lodges itself deep inside me once more. I jut my ass back and start swaying my hips slightly, moving them from side to side as I rock my body against him at the same time.
He presses into me with all his weight, and I can feel his hard breathing against my neck.
“I love you, Kaden…” I find myself saying, knowing in my heart that no man has ever made me feel like that. And no, I’m not talking about the sex only. There’s that, of course, but it goes way deeper than just our bodies. I always saw myself as a career type of woman, one that didn’t want to waste more time than necessary on love or sex… But now that I’ve met Kaden… Now it’s all different. Everything that I used to be doesn’t make sense any longer.
Hell, being with him is changing me from the bottom up… I gave no thought to love or sex and now here I am, completely melting when the man I love keeps thrusting his huge cock inside of me.
You’re a different woman now, Brittney. I guess that’s what the love of this man will do to any woman.
What have I done to deserve such a man in my life? I’m the luckiest woman on the planet. He looks perfect, he feels perfect…
“I love you too, Brit,” he whispers against my neck, pushing his cock so deep into me that I have to stand on tiptoes. His hands go to my back and, without a warning, he grabs at my dress and yanks on it, ripping it open in the same way I’ve done to his shirt. My skin prickles as he pushes the fabric off my body, his fingers then going to the clasp of my bra and undoing it.
Naked, I push back against him, jutting my ass even more, and he responds by grabbing both my breasts hard, squeezing them against each other. He plays with my nipples by pressing them between his fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and pleasure starts dripping from my breasts to my whole body.
I’m moaning so hard I’m surprised my throat isn’t sore already. God, there’s nothing better than being wild and loud.
He slaps my ass hard and I notice him breathing hard against my neck; his hands go to my waist and, holding me in place, he starts fucking me like he has never done before, thrusting his hips into me so fiercely that my whole body is burning up. I didn’t even know until now that a person could move as fast as he’s moving!
My moans turn into screams and, before I even have the time to realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off in my mind. I’m coming, each stroke of his cock making my mind splinter into a million shards of pleasure. And, God, it couldn’t be any more perfect.
He doesn’t stop or slow - he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly. Only five seconds have passed, and a tidal wave of pleasure is engulfing me once more, all my limbs shaking and trembling as I come like a madwoman.
He keeps going until that overwhelming pleasure comes for him too - with one final stroke he pushes his cock as deep as it can possibly go. I scream, feeling both pain and impossible pleasure, and he holds it there. His cock sprays my insides in an instant, each spasm of his cock making a shiver go up my spine. I push my hips back at him as he cums, tightening my pussy around his thickness with all the strength I can muster.
I hold my position, gasping for air and reeling from the maddening attack of ecstasy my body has just suffered.
As he pulls back, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy to my thighs, thick strands of it running down my legs. I don’t know why, but feeling it running down my legs… It feels good.
I turn to Kaden, still struggling to keep my eyes open, and grab his cock gently, pushing him close to me. He comes willingly, and I brush my lips against his.
Running his hand through my hair, he looks into my eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
“How did this happen…? Us…?” I find myself saying in a low whisper.
“Does it even matter, Brittney? We’re here now,” he says, smiling at me as a flash of tenderness eases the hard lines on his face.
I simply shake my head, smiling back at him.
No, the how doesn’t matter, not one single bit. All that matters is that it happened.
20
Epi
Nervous and fidgety - now these are two characteristics I never thought would apply to Kaden. But here he is now, looking into my eyes as if he’s trying to find the right words, tapping his fingertips on the table in a nervous tick.
“What is it?” I ask him, reaching across the table and laying one hand on top of his. His nervousness seems to wash away as I touch him, and he squeezes my hand, gently smiling.
“I was just thinking of how beautiful you are,” he replies, his voice as smooth as the red wine we’ve been having. We’re sitting on the balcony of his penthouse, the bright lights of New York giving the night a soft orange glow. The streets below us criss-cross like a web, the city going about its routine as the two of us overlook the scene.
We’ve been together for six months now, but this is actually the first time we’re doing something like this. When I received his text, asking me what I wanted for dinner, I assumed he wanted to go out and grab something to eat. But no - behind his words, his questions was really a what do you want me to cook for you? And I’ve never seen Kaden cook anything aside from a piece of toast. Yet, by the time I got home he was already waiting for me in a dark suit, his smile ready and set.
Grabbing my hand, he gui
ded me to the balcony and waved his hand at the table he had set up outside, a red cloth draped over it and the fine cutlery arranged so neatly you’d say a professional had done it.
“What is this about?” I asked him then, and he simply told me it was about having dinner. So I sat down, and that’s where I am now, devouring the most amazing lasagna I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.
“Oh my God, where did you learn to cook like this? I didn’t even know you could cook!” I ask him, shoving a full fork into my mouth.
“That’s my super-power,” he replies with a shrug, that smile of his still dancing on his lips. He has stopped tapping his fingertips on the table, but I still notice an anxious edge to his words.
“Okay, I’m promoting you to chief of cuisine, Kaden. You cook from now on,” I continue, making my way through the second plate.
“Deal. But I’m going to need something from you in return.”
“Ask and it shall be given,” I shoot back teasingly, lifting my leg under the table and resting the tip of my high heel between his thighs. “Like I always do,” I finish off, pressing on his cock slightly and enjoying the way his eyes seem to widen in surprise.
“Well, and can I ask anything?” He whispers, placing his elbows on top of the table and leaning toward me.
“Anything,” I whisper back at him, already imagining the wicked thoughts running through his mind. Even though six months have passed, we still keep on having sex like lust-crazed rabbits - and every time we’re together always seem better than the last one. I really lucked out with Kaden, haven’t I?
“Well, then, if that’s the case…” He starts, going up to his feet, his chair sliding back. He dives his hand into his front pocket and walks around the table, slowly going down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine. He takes a small box from his pocket, and my heart stops beating for a moment.
It can’t be.
