Second Chance on St. Patrick's Day

by Mia Ford

  “Why don’t you answer your fucking phone, asshole?” I asked playfully. I glanced toward the hallway door off the other side of the kitchen. No sight of Katie. I assumed she was still in the study on the far end of the house talking to her uncle. I didn’t have to worry about being overheard.

  “I was busy fucking your sister, dickweed,” Reed said.

  “The jokes on you, ass wipe,” I said. “I don’t have a sister. You must be fucking my brother.”

  “Your brother takes it like a man,” Reed said with a laugh. “So, tell me how it went. Are you finished already? That didn’t take long.”

  “If it was up to her we’d still be on the first page,” I said, standing at the railing in the cool afternoon air. The sun was high in the sky. Its rays warmed me enough that I didn’t worry about a jacket. The beach was deserted. The only thing I could see on the water was a sailboat a mile or so out. It was almost as if Katie and I had the Hamptons all to ourselves.

  “So, she’s a real ball buster, huh?” Reed asked. “I could tell just by looking at her. Probably a lesbian, too. Don’t worry partner. Take her out for drinks and you’ll be in her granny panties by dinnertime.”

  “She’s meticulous,” I said, ignoring his remarks rather than laughing at them. “I just told her to tell me what good old Uncle Allen was worried about and we’d hammer out the solution.”

  The humor left his voice. “Did she say anything about the patents? Did they come up at all?”

  “Not a fucking word,” I said shaking my head. “She’s a contracts lawyer. If it’s not specifically spelled out in the contract, she doesn’t pay much attention to it. She’s not going to do a full audit the way a forensic accountant would.”

  “And we buried any mention specifically of the patents the company holds?”

  “Yep. And we were smart to do so. We convinced Allen’s lawyer to lump the patents in with the clause ‘other proprietary assets’ so they never even came up.”

  “That’s excellent,” Reed said, chuckling. “Then what was Benson so worried about?”

  “He’s concerned that we’re going to take over the board and move the manufacturing operation offshore,” I said, rolling my eyes at the man’s stupidity. Allen Benson was a nice guy, but his devotion to his employees was blinding him to what was really important. I didn’t feel a single pang of guilt. He was going to walk away with millions of dollars. That kind of money could assuage a lot of hurt feelings.

  “So, let me get this straight,” Reed said. “He’s concerned that we’ll vote him out of office, shut down the plant in New York City, and move the jobs south to Mexico.”

  “That’s it,” I said. “He’s a very altruistic fellow, this Allen Benson.”

  “Altruistic and gullible,” Reed said. “I assume you put Miss O’Hara’s mind at ease?”

  I glanced through the window in the kitchen door. Still no sign of Katie.

  “I did exactly that,” I said. “I told her we would be fine adding a sentence or two stating that Price Bean & Whitlock would not take measures to oust Allen from the CEO chair, or shut down the plant and move the jobs offshore.”

  “And that would still allow us to sell off the plant and keep the patents.”

  “That’s exactly right,” I said with a nod. “There is nothing in the agreement that locks us into ownership for any amount of time. If we wanted to flip the company in an hour we could. And there is nothing that mandates what we can and cannot do with the patents.”

  “Fucking awesome, buddy boy,” Reed said. “And we’re still on to close the deal at my office this coming Friday at noon.”

  “Yep, Friday at noon the patents will be ours.”

  “Great job on this deal, Conner,” he said. “You’ve earned that five-million-dollar bonus I promised you. Now get out of the office and celebrate.”

  Katie came into the kitchen and spotted me standing on the deck with the phone at my year. I waved a hand at her and she smiled.

  “Oh, I intend to do just that,” I said, feeling my cock twitch at the sight of her. “I intend to do just that.”

  Chapter 20: Katie

  When I came into the kitchen, Conner was outside on the deck talking on the phone. He held up a hand and smiled. I smiled back, knowing that he was probably filling Reed in on our successful negotiation, as I had Uncle Allen. Now that the negotiations were done, it was time to have a little fun.

  “Hey, did you get in touch with your uncle?” Conner asked as she came through the back door. He had a satisfied grin on his face that probably should have sent up a few red flags, but it didn’t. I was so eager to get him out of his clothes and into his bed that thoughts of corporate acquisitions and fair dealings had flown from my mind.

  I probably should have known better than to let my desires override my professional duties, but as far as I was concerned, at that moment, all issues had been settled and everyone came out a winner.

  “Yes, Uncle Allen is very happy,” I said. “We’re good to go for closing the deal on Friday.”

  “Excellent,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “I let Reed know that we were in agreement on all points. He’s happy that Allen is happy. And I’m happy that you’re happy.”

  “Making me happy was never the issue,” I said playfully. “Trust me, I have no doubt that you can handle that task very well.”

  Conner smiled as he came toward me. I backed into the counter and he didn’t stop until his body was firmly pressed to mine, his hands sliding around my hips and cupping my ass, pulling me toward him. I could feel his cock robbing against my leg.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “It depends on what’s on the menu,” I said. I kissed him lightly on the lips. “What do you have in mind.”

  “Well, I was thinking about a little of this.” I leaned my head back and sighed as he kissed my neck. “And a little of this.” He slid his tongue in my ear and my nipples began to tingle. “And a little of this.” He swirled his tongue around my open lips and stared into my eyes.

  “That sounds… delicious,” I said. “Why don’t we skip lunch and take this party into your bedroom.”

  “That could be the best idea you’ve had all day,” he said. He leaned down and scooped me up into his strong arms. I laced my fingers around his neck and giggled as he carried me upstairs to the master bedroom.

  * * *

  Conner gently lowered me onto his bed. It was a giant, king-sized, four-poster bed, so tall that I would had had to boost myself up if he hadn’t carried me in and set me down. I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet dangling over the side and gave him a big smile.

  “So, Brad the banker, here we are again,” I said. “So nice of you to drop by.”

  “So, Mollie the paralegal. Here we are. Do you mind if I make myself comfortable?”

  “It’s your house,” I said, grinning at the look on his face. “You can do whatever you like.”

  “Whatever I like?”

  I gave him a dreamy look and slid my tongue over my lips. “Yes. Whatever you like.”

  “Well, I’ll start by getting out of these clothes.”

  “Please do.”

  He took a step back and kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled the black sweater over his head to reveal his rock-solid body underneath. Honestly, on New Year’s Eve I was so drunk and horny that I barely noticed his body. Well, most of his body. There was one part I remembered well and dreamt of often. But the man standing before me now took my breath away.

  He looked like a Greek god or some dude out of a magazine.

  I silently thanked the man upstairs for the bounty I was about to receive.

  Conner had told me that he was a runner and a fitness buff, and his body showed it. There was not an ounce of fat on his lean frame that I could see. His shoulders and arms rippled with muscle. His hairless chest was round and firm, his nipples pink and hard like little pebbles. He had a six-pack and his s
ides cut into a vee that disappeared into his tight jeans.

  “Holy crap, you look like you’ve been Photo shopped,” I said with a giggle, recalling a favorite line from a movie I’d seen. I put my hand to my chest and pretended that I couldn’t catch my breath. “You look so… hard…”

  “You aren’t seen anything yet,” he said with a devilish grin. I held my breath as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I could see the thick bulge of his cock in the front of his jeans. When he hooked his thumbs in the waist of the jeans and pushed them down his legs, his long, thick cock sprang free and bounced in the air for a second.

  “You like my little friend?” he asked as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly slid his hand back and forth. “Because he certainly seems to like you.”

  “Oh… my… goodness… I like your little friend… very much…” I said, licking my lips. Conner’s cock was ten-inches long, veiny and thick, like a big sexy sausage. The head was crimson and moist, like a ripe plum. Flashbacks of sucking his cock that first night in my foyer flashed through my mind. I had not taken the time to appreciate his size that much. Tonight, however, I planned on taking all the time in the world to appreciate every inch that he had to offer.

  “Now you,” he said, his hand moving back and forth, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. “Get out of those clothes. Show me what you’ve got.”

  I slid off the bed and kicked off my shoes. I pulled the sweater over my head and tossed it aside. Conner sighed happily when he saw my big milky tits in the tight black bra.

  “You love my little friends?” I asked.

  “I do love your friends, though I would never call them little,” he said. “Keep going. Get rid of that fucking bra. Now.”

  I reached around to unhook the bra and my tits bounced free. My nipples were red and swollen, aching for his touch and his lips. I pressed my arms against the sides of my tits and stuck out my chest for him. “How’s that? Do you like what you see?”

  “Oh yes… very much… Your tits are… amazing…”

  “Thank you,” I said playfully. “They can’t wait to meet you up close.”

  “Get rid of those pants,” he said, his breathing growing heavy. “Strip them off. Show me your beautiful pussy.”

  I giggled at our dirty talk. I had only been with a few guys and most of them were the “wham bam thank you ma’am” types who grunted a lot, but didn’t talk. Just to hear Conner say the word “pussy” made my waterworks start to flow.

  I did as commanded. I slid the jeans down my legs, then the panties. I stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. I stood naked before him now, which was weird for me. I was not shy or ashamed of my body, but I had never flaunted myself in front of a man before. At work, I dressed like an old librarian. Even at the beach I wore a one-piece and a floppy hat. But standing naked in front of Conner was different somehow. I felt free. I felt sexy. I wanted to do things that I’d only done in dirty dreams.

  I cupped my tits in my hands and rolled my thick nipples between my fingers and thumbs. My pussy was shaved clean for him. I could feel the juices flowing heavy from deep inside me.

  “You are beautiful, Katie O’Hara,” he said, taking a step closer. “Just beautiful.”

  “You’re pretty fucking beautiful yourself, Conner McGee,” I said with a breathy smile.

  “Get back on the bed,” he commanded.

  I put my palms on the bed and hefted myself up. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide for him. “Now what, my lord?”

  “Now, touch yourself,” he said. His hand slowly milked his long shaft, but he had not touched me. “Touch your clit. Finger your pussy.”

  I hesitated for a moment, then did as he wished. I leaned back on one elbow and slid my right hand down my stomach and across my shaved mound. My clit was pink and swollen. The breath caught in my throat when my fingers slid over it.

  “That’s it… get your fingers wet… touch yourself…” Conner’s eyes were glued to my cunt, wide with anticipation. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips. His hand kept moving over the shaft of his long cock.

  I dipped my fingers between my moist pussy lips to lubricate them, then rubbed the juices into my clit hood, which plumped at my touch. I started breathing hard as I rolled my fingers back and forth over the little nub hidden underneath.

  “Pull back your clit hood,” he said, his hand moving faster now. “I want to see the little man in the boat.”

  I used two fingers of my left hand to pull back my clit hood, exposing the pink little knob of my clit. It was glistening and hard. I wet my fingers again and slid my finger around the nub. Intense shockwaves shot through my body. I gasped for air as my pussy gushed with hot juices.

  “Keep going,” Conner said, stepping closer now, but still not touching me. “Finger your pussy. Rub your clit and fuck your pussy.”

  “Yes…” I opened my mouth to breathe as the first waves of an orgasm rolled through my body. The fingers of my left hand massaged my clit as the fingers of my right hand slid between my folds and into my tight hole. My pussy was so hot and wet, my juices like hot oils seeping from deep spring.

  “Fuck…” I stared at his hard cock as I fingered myself. “I’m going to make myself… fuck… I’m going to… cum… oh… Conner…”

  “Make yourself cum, baby,” he said, his hand milking his cock in time with my fingers. “Cum for me… cum…”

  I curled my toes and gritted my teeth as the orgasm swept through my body. My nipples stood on end. I squealed as I came, gushing juices over my hand. The room filled with the scent of my sex. I plunged my fingers deeper inside me, in and out, in and out, as I rolled my thumb over my clit.

  “Oh… fuck... fuck… fuck…” I gasped for breath. My body bucked for a moment on the bed as my fingers pushed me over the edge. I fell back with my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open. When I opened my eyes, Conner was still milking his long cock. And smiling at me like a cat about to eat a canary.

  Chapter 21: Conner

  I watched with wide eyes and bated breath as Katie’s body shivered and rumbled as the orgasm rumbled through her like an earthquake. She fell back on the bed with her toes curled and her eyes tightly closed, every muscle tensed. She sucked in a quick breath and gave a little squeal as she came. It was almost enough to make me blow my load in my hand, but I managed to hold back at the last moment. I wasn’t ready to cum, not just yet. There was still so much I wanted to do her now that we were alone. So much that I had been anticipating for days now. My dirty dreams were about to become a dirty reality.

  “Oh… my… god…Conner… oh… my… god…” she moaned. She threw her head back and clutched her breasts, squeezing so hard they turned red. “That was… holy shit… pretty damned good… if I do say so… myself…”

  “Now, it’s my turn,” I said, moving to stand between her legs at the side of the bed. “I need a little taste before we go any further.”

  “I hope you like hot oil,” she said slyly, smiling at me with her eyes. “I made somewhat of a mess.”

  “I love hot oil. And I don’t mind a mess at all.”

  “Then taste away,” she said with a sigh. She closed her eyes and massaged her breasts, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

  I got down on my knees so that my mouth was level with her pussy. I leaned in and took a deep breath. The scent of her filled my nose and made my mouth water. Gently, I parted her pink pussy lips with my fingers and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh…” Katie sighed as her body went stiff. She moaned as my tongue swirled around her plump clit. I pulled the skin back and blew a hot breath on the little hard nub.

  “Oh… fuck… Conner…” Her fingers were clutching her breasts now, kneading them roughly. Her nipples swell with desire. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were open. Her tongue darted in and out.

  I smiled as my lips gently planted little kisses over her clit. My fingers parted
her folds and slid into her hole. Her pussy was hot and oily. It suctioned to my fingers as they slid in and out.

  “Oh my god…” she moaned. “Yes… that’s… yes…”

  “You taste delicious,” I said as my tongue slid up and down her cunt, from her ass to her clit. Her oils coated my cheeks and chin. She gushed onto my tongue with every lick. Then, the tip of my tongue found her hole; tight, soft, juicy. I put my hands under her ass cheeks to lift her up. With my thumbs holding open her folds, I stiffened my tongue like a little cock and fucked her with it. I have a long tongue. It probed deep inside her, making her gush hot juices all over my face and into my mouth. It didn’t take long before she started to moan my name. She was cumming again, this time into my mouth. The thought just made me work faster.

  “I’m… cummmmmingggg… oh… fuck…”

  Katie bucked her ass in my hands and I pressed my mouth to her cunt with my tongue swirling round and round and in and out. She gushed into my mouth, like drinking from a bubbly hot spring. Salty. Tangy. Delicious. As she flounced on the bed I held on firmly and licked up every last drop.

  “Oh… shit…” she sighed, her body going limp in my hands. “I’m… holy shit…”

  “Did that feel good?” I asked, leaning up with a big wet smile on my face.

  “Good… would be an… understatement…” she sighed. She smiled down at me with her hands out and fingers wiggling. “Now… fuck me…”