by Mia Madison
“That… would be nice,” he agreed, his eyes finally opening and immediately locking on mine. “Is here efficient?”
“You’ll need to lie on your stomach.”
“It folds out. This is where you’ll be sleeping, by the way.”
“That’ll work. I just need to run to the restroom real quick and I’ll be right out.”
Charles nodded and pointed down the hallway. I rushed down and found the bathroom, splashing water on my face much like I’d done at the rest stop earlier in the morning.
Of course just as I was trying to talk myself out of going through with it, I happened to glance down and notice the trio of small massage oils sitting on the counter. I glanced back at the huge bathtub and it finally hit me.
This was the honeymoon suite. It was probably the last one they had available on such short notice and Charles wasn’t the kind of man who stayed in one of the common rooms.
Just like that, I was sure this was fate. Layla coming along and taking my room. Charles booking the honeymoon suite. The entire conversation that led to me offering him a massage of all things. Even the almost-kiss moment in the car this morning.
I needed to see where this was going to go.
Without giving it another thought, I snatched one of the bottles from the counter and left the bathroom, leaving all my doubts and inhibitions there.
11
When I went back to Charles, I found him polishing off his forgotten glass of scotch. The couch bed was pulled out and ready, but the tension released in the shoulder massage had returned.
He was stiff as a board, straightening up even more as I walked into the room. I was just as nervous as he was, but I was clearly the winner when it came to hiding it.
“Lucky for us that you ended up in the honeymoon suite,” I said with a grin, waving the bottle of oil in the air. “We can do this right. Take off your shirt.”
I expected an argument, so it surprised me when he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head without a word before slowly stalking over to the bed, his eyes never leaving me.
It was a struggle to hide my reaction. In fact, I was pretty sure I failed at keeping it all under wraps. I gaped at the sight of his bare chest and ripped abdomen, wondering if there was some way I could petition for him to never wear a shirt to work. It seemed like a crime for him to hide a body like that.
“On your stomach,” I said as walked over to stand beside the bed, busying myself with opening the oil bottle while he stretched out.
Watching the muscles in his back move nearly made me drop the bottle. God, I hadn’t even touched him and I was already considering begging for him to let me squeeze in between him and the mattress.
Instead, I straddled his hips and poured a line of oil up his spine, grinning when his back arched and he hissed.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, but the grunt he let out in response told me he knew that I really wasn’t.
To make up for it, I ran my hand through the oil and spread it all over his back, the warming agent in the liquid quickly going to work. I started at the top of his back and shoulders again, greedily running my hands over his heated flesh and forcing myself to resist the urge to grind my lower body against him.
I couldn’t recall ever being so turned on before and he hadn’t even touched me. The pull between us was undeniable—and when he started to let out low groans of approval as I worked him over, I prayed he felt it, too.
If not, I was going to be lying in bed alone for what felt like the hundredth time since I met him, rubbing myself to orgasm with his name on my lips.
Sooner than I wanted, I had covered the entire length of his back and every pass my hands made was just me blatantly feeling him up. Charles didn’t utter a word of protest so I continued on for as long as I could stand it, stopping when I felt like I was liable to combust.
I eased myself out of my position and stood by the mattress, staring down at his oiled body and mentally imagining myself digging my nails into that skin. When a minute passed and he still hadn’t moved, I wondered whether he had fallen asleep. It’d explain why he had gone so eerily quiet during the past few minutes.
“Charles? You can get up now. I’m done.”
“I’d rather not,” Charles said hoarsely before clearing his throat. “Why don’t you take the bedroom tonight?”
“You’re going to sleep on the couch?”
“Yes.”
“But why—”
“Just go, Finley. I-I need a moment.”
It was the first time I ever heard Charles stutter and I instinctively understood what was going on. The thought that he refused to get up because I’d made him hard was a powerful one and in that instant—I was reminded of how I normally was with guys.
Charles had the uncanny ability to throw me off and make me forget myself, but for this moment at least—the tables had been turned.
I dropped my knee back to the bed, ignoring the sound of annoyance that came from him and smiling at the back of his head.
“I changed my mind,” I said simply, waiting for him to inevitably take the bait.
“About what?”
“Well, since this is your first massage—you really should have the full experience,” I explained as I trailed my fingers up his spine. “Flip over.”
“No. Finley—”
“Flip. Over.”
I didn’t know if it was the authority in my tone or just his own desperation getting the better of him, but he did as I asked. He pushed himself up and rolled, my eyes immediately darting down to confirm my suspicions.
“Jesus,” I breathed out when I saw the massive tent in his pajamas. “You really liked that, huh?”
I reached out for him as if in a trance, but his fingers quickly wrapped around my wrist in a tight grip.
“Don’t start something if you have no intention of finishing it,” he growled, his eyes boring up into mine with a ferocity I’d never seen before.
“I have every intention of finishing it, if you let me.”
Charles slowly released his grip from my wrist and I immediately straddled his thighs, reaching up to run my hands over his chest and continue the massage. The tension had already returned to his body, but this time—it wasn’t from stress.
And he made it very clear by gripping my hips and pulling me upward, depositing me firmly onto his lap as he thrust his hips up against me with a hiss.
“Fuck, I want you,” he growled, both the words and his voice sending jolts of pleasure right to my core. Not to mention the feel of his cock pressed right where I wanted it. “This has been fucking torture.”
“The massage?” I asked breathlessly.
“No. You working for me,” he admitted with a snarl as he ground up against me. “Since the first time I saw you in Arthur’s office—I knew I had to have you. I tried so hard to push you away, but you’re not an easy one to scare off.”
“Is that why you’ve been such a dick?”
“I’m always a dick to my assistants. But perhaps I laid it on a little thicker for you.”
Charles pulled me down, bringing us chest to chest.
“Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes searching mine with suspicion. “Or are you looking to gain something else?”
“Like what?”
“Like a raise,” he bluntly stated, his tone dry. “Or a promotion.”
“I can’t believe—”
“I’m not trying to offend you. But it wouldn’t be the first time a woman attempted to seduce me to further her career.”
“Don’t get me wrong—I’m very grateful for my job—but I really have no interest in working at a law firm for the rest of my life. I don’t want a promotion. I have a marketing degree that I’d eventually like to put to use.”
Charles raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. It took me a moment before I figured out what he wanted, but when I did, I decided to answer without words.
With just the slightest turn of my head, my lips
were pressed to his and my body melted when I felt his hand thread through my hair to hold me to him as he kissed me back with a passion I didn’t know he was capable of. When he finally broke for air, his pupils were blown wide with lust.
“Say it.”
“I want you, Charles.”
He didn’t need anything else. He flipped us over, settling between my legs like it was the only place he wanted to be and kissing me until we were both panting from the lack of oxygen. While we caught our breaths, he worked at ridding me of my clothes.
He muttered as he undressed me, but it was clear that he was talking more to himself than anything else. Even so, he had my rapt attention.
“Inviting yourself to eat lunch with me—fucking tempting me every damn day. Such a little tease,” he practically growled as he yanked my pants down my hips, leaving my underwear in place as he took off my top and leaned back to drink in the sight. “If you only knew the things I’ve dreamt of doing to this body.”
“Tell me.”
His eyes flickered up briefly to mine but went back down to my breasts just as quickly.
“I’d rather not.”
“Then show me.”
His fingers trailed over me like I was a fragile piece of art and he hummed thoughtfully before nodding.
“In good time. But first…” He trailed off as he pulled my upper body up from the mattress of the couch bed and expertly popped the clasp of my bra. “We’ll start with the basics.”
I had no idea what exactly he had been dreaming about, but it was clearly something beyond simple sex if his cagey reaction was anything to go by. Images of Charles bending me over his lap in his office and pushing up my skirt just enough to spank me flooded my mind just as the real life Charles sucked a nipple between his lips and bit down.
“Damn it,” he muttered after he pulled away. “Hold up.”
I whimpered in protest as he raised from the bed, understanding dawning in my mind as I watched him remove his glasses and set them down on the nearby coffee table.
Once they were safely set aside, he returned to me and murmured, “Where were we?”
“Right about here,” I said with a sly grin as I reached for his head and tugged him back to where he was. “But feel free to go lower.”
Charles groaned. “Baby, I’ll gladly eat your pretty pussy for hours later on. But I need to be in you, immediately.”
I don’t know what turned me on more—the endearment, or the filthy words that followed it. Not that it mattered. I was set on fire either way.
“Then do it. Take me,” I whispered hotly into his ear, smiling when I felt him lightly shudder. “Please, Charles.”
The growl he let out made me think that perhaps his dreams had been on par with my spanking thought. He seemed to really enjoy my desperate plea and I wondered just how dominant in bed he really was.
Guess I’m about to find out, I thought as he abruptly pulled away and jerked my panties down my hips, moving away just enough to get them off my legs.
Before he could react, I sat up and dipped my hand into his pajama bottoms, failing to hold back a gasp when I immediately gripped onto his hot flesh.
“Commando? Didn’t take you for that kind of guy.”
“That’s funny considering I was sure you were a commando kind of girl.”
I cocked an eyebrow with curiosity. “And why would you think that?”
“Because you’re a fucking tease,” he ground out, thrusting his hard cock against my palm. “Not wearing panties seems like it’d be right up your alley.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, quirking up the corners of my lips.
My spanking fantasy just got a whole lot hotter and I got the sneaking suspicion that it’d take very little prodding to turn it into reality.
“Enough of this,” Charles said, pulling my hand from his pants and shimmying them down his hips. “I need to feel you.”
I was so preoccupied gawking at the size of his cock that I didn’t even realize he was manipulating my legs into the air until they blocked my view. A split second later and the blunt head of his cock was rubbing against my slit, spreading my wetness over him before he pushed forward and slid in with no resistance.
“Ohhhh fuck,” I groaned as he bottomed out.
It’d only been a few weeks since I last had sex, but Ben was nowhere near Charles’ size. It felt like he was splitting me open. It didn’t help that he was progressively pushing my legs closer to my body, testing my flexibility and tightening my channel around him.
Charles let out a shuddering breath when he realized I couldn’t bend any further, gripping behind my knees and holding me in place while he gave me a brief moment to adjust. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, holding it when I felt his cock slide out of my slick walls and pause.
A beat passed and I opened my eyes, Charles’ lust-blown eyes watching me from between the gap in between my legs. It wasn’t until our eyes met that he thrust back in, his own eyes drifting shut as he started pumping.
I couldn’t reach him in our position, so I twisted the sheet that’d been haphazardly laid on the mattress and tried in vain to gain some leverage from it. Not that it helped—especially not after I started letting out breathless gasps and squeals of pleasure and Charles took that as permission to fuck me harder.
“God,” he groaned. I opened my eyes in time to watch his roll back as he growled, “You feel even better than I imagined.”
“So do you. You’re bigger than my vibrator.”
He chuckled breathlessly, turning his head down to gaze at me through hooded eyelids.
“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Every night,” I admitted, whimpering when his grip suddenly tightened on my knees. “Since—oh fuck… Since my first day. Every night.”
Charles let out the sexiest groan I’d ever heard and spread my legs, holding them on either side of his hips. His moves never faltered, but he did slow the pace. The sensation was heavenly.
“I’ve thought about you as well. I far prefer the reality to my own fist, though,” he panted with a brief chuckle. “How are you so damn tight?”
“I’m not. You’re just fucking huge.”
“Bullshit,” he growled as he adjusted my legs once more. “Lock your ankles together. Yeah—just like that.”
I expected him to continue at the angle, but Charles had other plans. He leaned forward just enough to wrap a strong arm around my back and lifted me effortlessly from the mattress. I clung to his shoulders as he held onto my ass with the other arm and backed off the couch bed on his knees.
“Bedroom?”
“Can’t make it that far.”
I was about to ask where the hell we were going when he took three steps back and lowered himself to the recliner chair. He shifted us around until he was happy with our positioning, then leered up at me as he slapped my ass.
“Ride me,” he ordered, his hands tightly gripping my hips to guide me at the speed he wanted. “Just like that, baby.”
His head tipped back and I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed roughly. Unable to resist, I leaned down and licked a long line up his throat, grinning when I felt it rumble as he let out a low groan.
Just as I was about to repeat the move to see if I could get another reaction, his hand wove into my hair and he pulled me back, returning the favor with a lick of his own. Only when he reached the spot just below my jawline, he arched over toward my ear and bit down.
It felt like a brand. I kept my rhythm going, but faltered slightly as I felt waves of heat rushing through me. My legs started to shake not from strain, but the sheer need to reach climax.
Charles must have realized it because he reached down and pulled the handle to recline the chair, an arm stretching across my back to hold me still as we changed positions again. He didn’t give me a chance to resume my motions, instead he gripped my hips and held me in place as he started pounding up into me.
There r
eally were no words to describe it. He bit my neck and growled against me like some sort of animal, but I somehow knew it was only because he was barely holding himself back. White hot sparks ran up my thighs as I began to fall apart, whispering his name on a shaky exhale right as it barreled into me and loud, uncontrollable moans slipped past my lips.
“Aw fuck, yesss,” Charles hissed as I flooded his cock with wetness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hop up, baby. Up!”
I was barely able to process his words, but luckily, he still had a tight grip on my hips and lifted me with ease. I felt his hard shaft pulsing against me as I slid myself back and forth. The sight of his jaw going slack and his eyes rolling as he coated his lower abdomen with his seed was one that I knew I’d never forget.
It would be forever burned into my brain, much like the feel of his cock inside of me.
When he started to soften, he gripped my hips to keep me still, looking up at me through heavy eyelids. I gave him an exhausted smile, one that he responded to by pulling me back down to share a tired, lazy kiss.
“We made a mess,” I whispered against his lips. “Housecleaning isn’t going to be happy if you get jizz all over the chair.”
“You better clean me up then.”
“Fine,” I said jokingly, standing up on wobbly legs after he put the chair back into the normal position. “I’ll get a washcloth, just wait here.”
“Uh-uh,” he chided as he reached out and gripped my wrist. “On your knees.”
I started down at him for a moment, wondering if he was joking or not. The heated look he shot me told me that he was definitely serious and I felt like I was in a trance as I complied. His cock twitched as I lowered myself down to my knees and leaned forward, licking a stripe up his chiseled abdomen.
It only took three licks before he was fully hard again. By the time I completely cleaned him off, he was gripping my hair to direct my lips to his cock. I took him as deep into my mouth as I could go and sucked him clean, then used the flat of my tongue to clean the rest of him.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he stroked my hair. “Now we can go to bed and I’ll get to work returning the favor.”
