by Ali Parker
“I disagree.” John put his customary mug down on the reception desk and then refilled it from the punch bowl. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that cougar had a drawer full of those things.”
“Frieda’s always been really nice to me,” I said.
John looked at me sideways. “Then you’re going to want to be very careful. The ones she’s nice to are the ones she’s after.”
I shook my head. “She might have a little crush on me, but I play things off well.”
“Oh no, sport,” he said. “She doesn’t let her prey get away. There’s no friend-zoning that one. Take it from me. I’ve worked with her for close to ten years. She eventually gets what she wants, or she makes your life a living hell.”
I considered his words, but before I could respond, I saw Madlyn heading towards the big glass doors, her gift bag in her hand. “Excuse me, old man,” I said, “but I’ve got to see a woman about a feather.”
“Don’t you mean a man about a horse?” he asked as I walked towards the exit.
Over my shoulder I called back, “I’ll let you handle him. And his horse.”
John’s chuckles followed me out the door.
Chapter 12
Madlyn
I headed out the door, pulling out my phone. The conversation with Becca hadn’t gone so well. She was a little perturbed by Frieda’s reaction, but not enough to let it ruin the festivities. I’d suggested she go talk to the woman, to try and calm her down, but Becca waved me away, reminding me that this was a party and we were all supposed to be blowing off some steam.
“If Frieda wants to blow off hers by smashing what looked to be a very nice gift, then let her.”
“Bec, this could turn into something serious. You know Frieda isn’t one for letting things go.”
“Yeah, I know,” Becca replied. “Like that shade of lipstick. It’s been out of style for ages. Let it go, Frieda.”
I frowned. “I’m serious, Bec. I don’t want her to get you in trouble.”
“She won’t. Everyone else really enjoyed the exchange. And look, Todd and Mindy have been canoodling in the corner ever since he gave her that bottle of warming lubricant. I think they might have made a love connection, and I helped!”
I sighed. “Okay, Bec. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’m fine,” she said firmly. “Now go get yourself another drink. It’s barely after seven and the party’s just getting started.”
I glanced at the clock and realized she was right. It was almost seven thirty. I figured it was time to call the sitter and see how things were going. If Bennie was being fussy, I’d go home now to make the eight o’clock deadline I’d set for myself.
Deciding to go outside to make the call because of the noise level in the office, I pushed my way out the big glass door and hit the button on my phone to call home. The sitter picked up after only a couple rings.
“Hello, Mrs. Jones,” she said, then giggled.
“Hello, Mommy!” I heard in the background, and it brought a smile to my face.
“Everything under control?”
“Everything’s fine. We’re just finishing up our pizza dinner.”
“I had peckeronis, Mom!”
“Sounds like you’re having fun,” I said, missing my little boy.
“We are,” she said. “Bath time is next, and then I’ve promised to let him watch some Christmas cartoons before bed.” Her voice lowered. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Jones. We’ll be fine. Just try to have fun at the party, okay? Stay out late. Have a good time.”
“Thanks,” I said, grateful to have found such an understanding babysitter. She really was a treasure.
Hanging up, I slipped the phone in my pocket and started moving towards my car. I figured I could put my gift away so I wouldn’t be tempted to keep poking people with the feather all night. Really, there was only one person I wanted to poke, but the temptation was so great, I thought it best to nip it in the bud.
“Leaving so soon?”
His voice was warm with a hint of something else. Could it be disappointment? I turned, holding up the bag. “I wasn’t planning to go. I just wanted to put this in my car so I don’t have to worry about some jealous person stealing my wonderful gifts.
He laughed. “I don’t know how wonderful they are. Especially compared to yours. It was so creative, my gifts feel lame by comparison.”
I smiled at the compliment. “I like your gifts.” In fact, I fucking loved them. I wished that I could tell him how much they excited me, especially when I thought about using them with him.
I would tell him that I wanted him to slowly undress me, then slip the blindfold over my head. I would tell him I wanted him to cuff my hands behind my back as I stood in front of him, unable to resist what would come next. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted to feel the feather used to tease my body. How I wanted it just slightly less badly than I wanted to feel his hands against my naked skin.
I might not be able to say these things with my words, but in that moment, I let my eyes say them for me. I met his gaze, and I realized then that he’d been thinking the same thing.
His green eyes were hungry, glowing with an inner light that sent a shiver through me. He wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted him if that were even possible. Suddenly I was tired of keeping Connor relegated to the fantasy realm. Tonight, I wanted him for real.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
The words were out of my mouth before I could pull them back, but I didn’t want to pull them back. I meant them.
His eyes widened, as if he was doubting his own hearing. After a split-second delay, he responded. “Of course.”
“I’ll follow you,” I said. “Which car is yours?”
“The silver one,” he replied, pointing at a car a row over.
“I’m the blue one,” I said, then started jogging to it. Climbing in and starting the car, my hands started to shake. I felt suddenly uncertain. What if I was making a huge mistake?
I remembered the look in his eyes and it was strong enough to sustain me. Following his car for several minutes, my pulse speeded up when he pulled into a driveway and I parked on the street in front of his place.
I was nervous heading up the walk, but then he smiled at me and the anxiety vanished. The condo was nice, decorated in rich colors that made it seem a touch masculine, but not overbearingly so. I followed Connor into the living room where he took my jacket.
“Can I offer you a drink?”
“No thank you,” I replied. I’d already had one at the office, and I would still have to drive home after whatever happened...happened.
A sudden wave of doubt washed over me. Here I was, in Connor Douglas’s living room, about to do something that I would very likely regret.
Then he stood facing me, his smile warm. He put his arms around me, and I liked the way it felt, standing so close to him.
“The first time I saw you, I was so stunned by your beauty that I dropped the cup I was holding and spilled coffee all over the break room floor.”
My eyes widened. I remembered that day, but I hadn’t known it was because of me that he’d made a mess. “Really?”
He nodded. “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the office. And in all of the greater Los Angeles area. And in the world.”
My cheeks flushed with heat. “Thank you,” I stammered, “I—”
Before I could finish my thought, his lips were on mine. It was like nothing I thought a kiss could be. He started soft, his hands moving into my hair to grip my head and hold me still for his explorations.
And then his lips devoured mine, breaking over me like a sudden storm, making me weak in the knees. I opened to him, letting him taste me, and couldn’t help the moan that escaped me.
“Madlyn,” he said, in a hoarse whisper when he came up for air. “I’ve wanted this for months. Every time I see you, the world stops and all I can think about is you. Touching you. Kissing you. Holding you.”
; His words were setting me on fire. I pulled his head back to mine and kissed him, nibbling his plump bottom lip. It was his turn to groan, which he did against my mouth, before plunging his tongue in and starting my slow descent into passionate madness.
Connor took my hand and led me into his bedroom. Stopping beside his bed, he turned on a lamp, giving the room a golden glow.
Nerves assailed me again suddenly. I was in a man’s bedroom. Not just any man, but the man I’d been fantasizing about for months. And now, here I was, on the verge of submitting to his seduction.
I hadn’t been with a man since my divorce, and I suddenly worried about the amount of time that had elapsed. Not to mention the fact that Connor was several years younger than me. Would I be able to please him?
“Hey,” he said softly, putting a finger under my chin and lifting my face to his gaze. “Whatever thought just crept into that beautiful head of yours, forget it.”
“It’s just—”
“I know,” he interrupted. “You don’t need to be nervous, or to worry.” He kissed me softly, taking me into his strong arms. “I’ve never been more attracted to a woman, or more excited to bring one home with me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Believe it.”
I smiled, overwhelmed with feeling. Suddenly this felt like so much more than a one-time hookup after an office party. And while that feeling should have filled me with fear, it didn’t. It made me lean into him and put my lips against his.
Slowly his fingers skimmed across my shoulders, then slipped around my back to unzip my dress. I let him slip it off of me, grateful that I’d dressed in what I considered to be my ‘good underwear,’ a black satin bra and matching panties.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, taking a step back when my dress lay pooled around my ankles. He then took my hand, helping me to step out of it. Connor went to his knees and lifted one foot then the other, removing my shoes. It was an endearing gesture, and it made me want him even more.
Putting his hands on my hips, he leaned in and kissed my stomach. His tongue circled my belly button and suddenly I shivered, the feel of him arousing me so much I wondered how wet my panties would be when he finally peeled them off me.
All of a sudden, I was lifted off the ground and placed on the bed. My legs dangled off the sides, and Connor wasted no time sliding my panties off. He held them to his face an inhaled deeply, then gave me a devilish smile that made my heart contract in my chest.
He spread my thighs and started to plant kisses on them, and my eyes slid closed while I concentrated on the sensation. I could feel him kissing his way closer to my core and I started to shake in anticipation.
“Your skin is a miracle,” he murmured, “like it glows from the inside out.” I felt his tongue creep out from between his lips and then he was licking his way up my thighs. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
And then his mouth was there and I moaned in ecstasy, loving the feel of his warm breath against my most sensitive parts. The first real lick had me bucking off the bed for more. Connor had to hold my hips down to keep me steady while he tasted me for the first time.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, setting me on fire. “You taste like warm honey. I’m instantly addicted to your flavor.”
My head started to thrash as he licked and sucked, exploring the innermost places of my being and driving me to unimaginable heights. I was already shaking, already on fire. I knew I couldn’t last for long.
“Please, Connor,” I begged. “I need you.”
“I love the sound of that,” he said, continuing to savor me.
“Please!”
He lifted his head. “What is it you need?”
I was suddenly shy, but there was no time to be demure. “I need you inside me.”
His eyes filled with a hunger that matched my own. He stood, then moved beside me on the bed. I slid upward so that my whole body was on the mattress, and I wasted no time undressing him.
When I tugged his shirt out of his slacks, he took over, chiding me for almost ripping the fabric. Then he ripped the whole shirt off himself with a smile. “I don’t have time for buttons.” His slacks were off in a flash, and soon he was naked beside me.
“How did I manage to leave this here?” he asked, his finger tracing the line of my bra.
“I was wondering the same thing,” I said, reaching behind me to unfasten it.
He removed it with a tug, then sucked in a heavy breath. “Goddamn, those are perfect.” Connor bent to lick my breast and I tumbled back against the pillows, again overwhelmed by desire. When he teased one nipple, and then the next, I thought I might climax without even getting to feel him inside me.
“I can’t take it anymore!” I cried, tugging against him. “Please!”
His smile was devastating as he positioned himself over me. Suddenly, I was reminded of the dream I’d had in the bathtub. In the dream, I’d told him to ‘come and get it.’ Now I was practically begging.
I felt his fingers at my opening, probing me gently. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, a look of concern appearing on his face.
“Connor, please,” I said, rising up to nip at his lips. “I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
“Who am I to deny a beautiful lady?” he asked, and then I could feel his cock sliding up and down against my slick entrance.
It was yet another tease, one I couldn’t take. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, encouraging him to give me what I wanted.
“Condom,” I whispered roughly.
“Yes.” He kissed me and pulled back, grabbing a rubber and putting it on like he only had a few seconds to get inside of me.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he slipped inside me. I let out a relieved sigh, which was echoed by his intake of breath.
“My God,” he said. “You feel amazing.”
I clutched at his back, my thighs tightening around him, and then lifted my hips to meet his, burying him deeply inside me. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered, then kissed him.
He looked at me and I felt like the places his gaze touched were set ablaze. And then he thrust into me with more force and I my eyes fell closed.
Connor drove into me, over and over, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. His body pressed to mine, his hot breath against my ear, his length rubbing me in ways I hadn’t thought possible.
And then he went deeper than before and I felt him hit a spot inside me that had never before been stimulated. He hit it again, and I cried out. The next time he hit it, I screamed. And the time after that, I was lost.
A climax roared over me like a hurricane, catching me off guard. My whole body shook, my nails digging into his shoulders. He kept thrusting, and before I knew it, I was coming again, my head lolling around like a doll, my muscles becoming weak.
It was the single most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt, and I knew then that I would never recover from what Connor did to me.
Chapter 13
Connor
I’d never felt anything like Madlyn. She was truly unique, and more amazing that I’d had the courage to hope. I felt her muscles squeezing tight around my cock and the top of my head almost exploded in pleasure.
I had to grit my teeth to continue thrusting. It felt like only a few moments before she came again, this time digging her nails in deep. The little hint of pain only aroused me further so I thrust harder, fucking her for all I was worth.
She was weak afterwards, but not done in. I kissed her neck, slowing down, going softer, but she pulled my head down to her mouth. “Don’t you dare stop, Connor Douglas,” she murmured. “I want everything you’ve got.”
Her words drove me crazy. I picked up the pace, my cock throbbing, my muscles starting to shake from the pleasure. Her thighs tightened around me and I knew I had to feel her come one more time.
I bent my head to worship her perfect breast, licking the soft skin that was exactly like I’d dreamed it. Her nipples were hard littl
e points and I sucked them in turn, even giving one a little bite that had her hips bucking off the bed.
“Please, Connor!” She moaned, and I put my hands on her perfect ass so I could drive into her with everything I had. I was so deep, I was surprised that my eyes didn’t roll back in my head and that I didn’t pass out.
“You’re going to come again,” I growled, biting her neck. “You’re coming to come for me again.”
“I can’t,” she murmured weakly, her fingers clutching at me, pulling me closer, belying her words.
“Yes, you can, beautiful. And you will.” Then I kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against her own, then sucking her tongue into my mouth.
She was starting to moan, a high-pitched, near constant sound. By the way her inner muscles were clenching me, I knew she was close. I just needed to drive her over the edge.
“You feel better than anything has ever felt,” I whispered into her ear. “I never want to stop doing this.”
I plunged inside her, pistoning my hips rapidly. She cried out, her body shaking. Then I reached between us to rub her clit. The second I touched her, she exploded.
Madlyn screamed so hard, for a second I was worried that my neighbors might call the police. Then every thought was driven from my head as I felt her clench around me in her climax. It was too powerful, too strong, that I couldn’t hold back.
My head fell back and I groaned, letting loose of my own climax. My dick throbbed so hard, I was worried I’d never stop coming. It was the single most intense moment of my life.
I collapsed beside her, pulling Madlyn into my arms. It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath and to come back down to Earth. When I opened my eyes, I saw that hers were still closed.
“Madlyn,” I whispered, and when she didn’t acknowledge me, I kissed her cheek. “Madlyn, honey?”
Her eyes opened weakly, but almost immediately slid closed again. “I died,” she murmured.
I let out a chuckle, glad to know that she was still among the living. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to last long, so I let her slip into sleep, content to just hold her.
