He continued to stroke, and I couldn’t help myself as a loud moan escaped me. “Do you want me to get you off right here?”
I gripped the armrest so tight, it hurt, tensing my body. “Please. I need it so much.”
Austin pressed harder and stroked faster, bringing me to the edge and then pulling his hand away as he pulled into a driveway which led up to a large Spanish style home with brown mustard colored stucco. He pulled in front of a three-car garage and parked.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “This is your house? But you’re a professor. Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“We can talk later.”
He unbuckled my belt and crossed his arm over my body as he let it retract. He pressed his mouth against mine and cupped my breast.
“Get out of the car, Samantha, before I fuck you right here.”
My mind had only one thing on it, and that was having Austin’s oversized cock inside me. I clawed at the handle of the door, stepping out when it popped open. He was right there to put his arm around my shoulders and lead me into his home. Through the frosted glass entry, we went into the beige tiled foyer, by the gourmet kitchen and spacious living area and upstairs to his bedroom.
The room was carpeted with thick tan carpeting, and I just stood there looking around, specifically at the high king-sized bed with a thick black and white patterned comforter. Austin, in the meantime was removing his shirt, his torso still richly tanned from the recent trip to the Maldives.
“Sam? Are you alright?” he said.
I swallowed hard. “I, uh…yes, fine.”
He came over and began to unbutton my white blouse while I ran my hands over his muscled shoulders. Underneath, I was wearing a plain white lace bra, but Austin didn’t seem to mind. I was like putty in his hands, so different from what I was like in a meeting where I was in command. I let him undress me until I was standing before him naked.
Austin’s breath caught as he worked on taking off his pants. He slid them down with his boxers, letting his beautiful penis free. I wrapped my hand around it, my hand absorbing his heat, and gently stroked. Austin kissed my face and moved his mouth to my neck and ears. He wound my long golden hair around his hand and tugged, so my throat was exposed.
“You’re so beautiful. I want to taste you. I want to make you come.”
He let my hair go and scooped me into his arms, carrying me to his bed. The comforter was soft as expensive linen against my bare flesh, and he laid me out lengthwise before climbed between my legs. I anticipated his tongue, but he took his time, sucking on my inner thighs and leaving a wet trail to my cleft.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Shh. I want to take my time with you.”
He bit the sensitive flesh of my belly then planted kisses in the same spot. Austin worked his way up my body, paying special attention to the diamond-hard peaks of my nipples. He sucked on them, swirling his tongue around until I moaned loudly and dug my nails into his tanned skin.
“Yes. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Austin continued to tease me until he worked his way back down to my cleft. He inserted two fingers inside me, and my pussy sucked at him as he plunged them in and out. He used the heel of his hand to stimulate my clit, and within seconds, I was coming while crying his name.
“I love how easy it is to make you come.”
I kept my eyes closed, hearing the distinct tearing of a condom. I opened them when he covered my body with his own, his wide head poised at my dripping entrance. Austin was gentle as he slowly slid inside me.
“Love this tight little pussy.”
He moved with care at first, but then he began to pound me hard. I wanted it, and as his penis stroked my G spot, I felt another orgasm building. My body began to tremble as I detonated against him. Austin coaxed every bit I had to give, and when I went limp, he eased off me and pulled out. My eyes fluttered open as he withdrew.
“Why are you pulling out?”
“I want you on top.”
I’d only rode him once while in the Maldives, and I remembered the dreamy look Austin had on his face as he watched me move over him.
“I need a rest for a minute or two,” I said.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to lose it…not with you.”
He curled around me and slipped his cock between my folds where he stayed still until I was ready to mount him. The look of glee on his face made me smile. I liked being in command. I hovered over Austin, and he placed his hands on my hips, guiding me over his erection. When I had fully engulfed him, I squeezed him inside me, and he gasped.
He gritted his teeth. “You little tease. Fuck me, baby.”
I rode him rough until we were both panting with need for release. He reached over and circled my clit with his finger as I rocked over him.
“Give me one more; then I’ll come,” Austin said.
He didn’t have to ask twice. I leaned back and exploded against him. He grabbed my hips and thrust upward, letting out a guttural howl as he shot his load. I collapsed on his sweat-slicked chest as Austin put his arms around me and cuddled my body against him.
“You’re unbelievable, Sam. Date me. Be mine.”
“No,” I mumbled into his chest.
It hurt me to say no. I didn’t want a boyfriend, though I really liked Austin. Love and a relationship would make me soft and, in my field, I couldn’t be anything but hard. I struggled against his arms, but he held me tight, afraid if he let go, it would be the last he would see of me. Maybe he was right.
4
I managed to fall asleep, and when I woke, it was almost midnight. I nudged Austin who was snuggled against me, and he grumbled.
“Austin, I need to go home.”
His grip around me grew tighter. “You don’t have to. You can stay here, and I’ll drive you home tomorrow morning.”
“It’s almost tomorrow morning. I can call a cab or an Uber.”
“No. Stay with me. I like having you here.”
I protested. “We’re bordering on a relationship, and I can’t do that.”
“Dammit, what is so wrong with a relationship?”
Austin was now fully awake, and he knitted his eyebrows with anger. I needed to be firm.
“I told you I didn’t want one.”
He let me go and sat up, his eyes narrowed. “What if I want one?”
I shook my head. “Then you have the wrong woman. I can’t be your girlfriend.”
In a flash, he caged me with his arms and legs. I could feel his hot breath on my face and heavy cock on my stomach.
“I don’t understand why. Tell me why?”
I stared into Austin’s angry eyes. “You’re a distraction, a gorgeous distraction.”
“And that’s a problem for you?”
I sighed. “You’ll make me lose focus; you already do. I give in too easily to you, and before long it will carry over to work.”
Austin pressed his lips to my cheek. “You can be soft in the bedroom and hard in the boardroom. I know you can make that transition.”
I shivered under him. “I tried, and it made me soft. I became the ice queen after I gave up emotional attachments.”
“You mean after that asshole left you. He didn’t deserve you. Everyone gets hurt at one time or another. You’re hurting me right now.”
It pained me to hear him say that, but it’s what I suspected.
Tears stung my eyes, and I pushed them back. “I don’t want to do that.”
“But your denial is hurting me. I can’t stop how I feel about you.”
“Let me up. I need to go.”
I pushed at his chest, but he was like iron, unmoving, and heavy. He ignored my pleas and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue forced my mouth open, and I melted, again. He kissed me, and I sucked on his tongue. Austin broke away and moved down to lick and bite my nipples.
“Let me have you once more,” he whispered.
“Another time. I have to go.”
I gave in and let him make love to me one more time because he was right, I had planned to avoid anything physical with him after tonight. I could feel my edge slipping away when I was in his presence, and I couldn’t let that happen. After we were finished, he drove me home, marveling as he pulled into the driveway at my brightly lit house located only a few miles from his own. I tenderly kissed him goodnight before I exited his car.
I’m back in ice queen mode. It’s been four days since I slept with Austin and I was in an incredibly bad mood. Things haven’t been going well at work. Jared Corker, one of the lead actors in the film Chase was injured on set. Since he’s plays the main character, and we’re halfway through the movie, we need to shut down production so he can recuperate from a concussion.
My assistant, Marina, called out sick and has been out for what’s going on her third day. The replacement they gave me can’t hold a candle to her. I need to give Marina a raise when she comes back. I can’t afford to lose her. Lastly, Austin wouldn’t return any of my texts or calls. I didn’t blame him. After all, he wanted something I couldn’t give him. Still, I valued his friendship and missed him.
I’m on a conference call when I heard my phone vibrate on my desk. I’m bored, and the call is just a rehash of a meeting we had last week. Spotlight is in talks with the agent for Clive Garner, a hotshot actor who is up for the lead in a period film we’ll be producing in the fall. He has the part if his agent would stop dicking around with things like the size of his trailer. I check my phone and see that Austin has texted me.
* * *
Sorry. Had a family emergency. Was in New York for the past few days.
* * *
I hope it’s not serious. I text back.
* * *
That remains to be seen. It’s too long a story to tell. We can talk in person. That’s if you want to see me.
* * *
Do you want to see me?
* * *
Very much but I know how you feel. Can we meet for dinner tonight?
* * *
I should be out by five.
* * *
“Miss Stone? Did you hear what I said?”
I wasn’t paying attention to my conference call to text Austin, and I missed what Carl Laudner, the agent I was speaking with said.
“I’m sorry Carl, can you repeat that?”
“If we can agree on the changes in terms, then Clive is on board.”
“Can I have this in an email so I can outline it in his contract?”
“I can do that. I’ll send them over to you in a little while.”
I wanted to tell Carl that if he had done this in the first place, then the call wouldn’t have been necessary. However, Clive was perfect for the part, and the writer had written the script with him in mind, so I tried to maintain my patience.
“Very good. Nice speaking with you, Carl.”
After I got off the phone with Carl, I concentrated my attentions on the texts Austin had sent while I was discussing Clive’s contract changes.
* * *
How about you come to my house this evening. I can make dinner.
* * *
Samantha? Are you ignoring me? I said I was sorry.
* * *
I can be there this evening. I was ending a call. Sorry.
* * *
You’re busy. I’ll see you when you get here. Come right over.
* * *
The plea in his text made me wonder about the seriousness of his visit back east. It was a big trip, and his lack of contact with me during the week said it was an emergency. I checked the time on my laptop and saw that it was almost five. I was glad to be getting out of here though I might have to come in on Saturday for a few hours. I also had a lunch scheduled on Sunday afternoon with Hassan Jindal, Chairman of Spotlight’s board.
I opened the door and Marina’s replacement, Crystal looked up at me. She was scared since I had yelled at her earlier for not properly handling my electronic schedule.
She shrank back in her chair. “Miss Stone, do you need something?”
I shook my head. “No, Crystal. You can leave for the day.”
“I’m sorry about you sche…”
I put my hand up to stop her. “See that it doesn’t happen again if you fill in for Marina. That’s all I ask.”
She nodded. “Sure. Thank you.”
I should apologize, but I chose not to. I wondered if HR sent this woman up because she was new. Most people didn’t want to cover for Marina because they knew how I was. I gave perfection, and I demanded it from my employees. Like I said, I wasn’t sure if my employees hated or feared me, neither was good.
I headed to the bathroom, and when two young women fixing their makeup at the mirror saw me, they quickly left the room. I used the end stall and heard two others come in. Once again, I was being talked about.
“Did you hear Stone scream at Crystal earlier? I’m glad HR didn’t ask me to cover Marina.”
“I know. I thought she was gonna cry. How Marina puts up with her, I’ll never know. I guess the vacation fog has lifted. She was actually nice when she got back on Monday.”
“Whatever. I can’t wait to go out tonight.”
They chattered on for another minute, and I debated whether I should go out and make them squirm when they saw me. I decided against it. I waited for them to leave and went to check my face in the mirror. It looked fine, but my brown business suit didn’t do me justice. I let it go and headed to the elevator.
Outside, the weather was balmy, and my skin started to mist. I was using the company car service since my car was garaged at home. I was thankful the driver had the air conditioner blasting. I shifted in my seat as we pulled onto the highway. I was already anticipating and could feel my nipples harden at the thought of the sex we had on Monday night. I had to be strong.
Friday traffic in downtown Los Angeles was miserable. Austin only lived seven miles away, and it took forty-five minutes to get there. I thanked the driver, and he left me at the front door. Austin answered wearing only a pair of navy-blue shorts. He looked tired and had at least three days growth of dark beard on his face. He immediately reached for me and pulled me into his arms, pressing his lips against the crown of my head.
“I missed you. I missed you so much.”
“What’s wrong?”
He used his foot to kick the door closed. “Come to the kitchen. Can I offer you a drink?”
He let me go and took my hand, leading me to the breakfast bar. The kitchen was huge with mahogany colored cabinets and a square granite island the color of caramel.
“What happened in New York?”
“My grandfather died.”
I covered my hand with my mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Austin shook his head. “It happened so quickly. Early Tuesday morning, I received a call from my grandmother that he’d been taken to the hospital. He had a stroke and was gone before I could get there. We made funeral arrangements, and he was buried yesterday. I flew back on the red-eye last night.”
I reached out to stroke his bare arm. “What about your grandmother?”
“My brother Roman is with her. He lives in New Jersey.”
“Your parents?”
“I lost them when I was a teenager. Car accident. My grandparents brought us up after that.”
I dropped my hand from his arm. “How come you didn’t tell me this when we were together?”
“I didn’t want to spoil our time. The last thing you want to do on vacation was bring someone’s good time down by telling them about some horrible event in your life.”
I frowned and raised my voice. “That’s ridiculous. You could’ve told me.”
“I’m telling you now.”
I went to sit on the stool next to the breakfast bar. “How are you doing?”
“I’m okay. My grandfather wasn’t well. He had a stroke a couple of years ago. I�
��m just worried about my grandmother. Roman said he would take her to his home in Jersey. She’s stubborn, and I doubt she’ll go.”
“Can she be alone?”
“She’s tough as nails, but I think losing my grandfather took something out of her even though she acts like it didn’t. They were married for fifty-two years. That’s a long time to spend with someone and then have them leave you.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Just be with me.”
“I’m here for you. I’m curious. I thought you said you were from Los Angeles.”
He cleared his throat. “For the past sixteen years, I’ve lived here. I received a scholarship to USC. I took it because I didn’t have access to my trust fund yet.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Trust fund?”
“It’s how I afford this house and my car. My professor’s salary would never pay for a place like this.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Obviously your salary pays for the home you live in. It’s huge.”
“It’s a place to lay my head. I have no idea what I was thinking when I purchased something so big. This place is quite large, and all I’ve seen is the bedroom, kitchen, and living area.”
He gave me a weak smile. “I can show you around. I have my crowning jewel on the lower level. Want to see?”
I got off the tan leather upholstered swivel stool I was sitting on and went to him.
Austin reached down and popped the buttons on my jacket. “Take this off and unbutton your shirt a little. You look so uptight, but I know different.”
He helped me take off my jacket and threw it on the barstool. I opened two buttons near my neck, and he opened two more to the middle of my chest. I knew where this might lead, but I let him anyway. He led me to a door in the corner of the kitchen and down a winding set of tan carpeted stairs.
At the bottom was everything that makes up a man cave. A curved bar with the same granite as the kitchen. A large flat screen television mounted on the wall in front of an oversized brown leather sectional. In the middle of the room sat a green felt pool table with ornately carved wooden feet. A door led to a separate media room with a viewing screen and ten oversized leather chairs which matched the sectional in the other room.
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