by Iona Rose
He laughs softly and the sadness is gone for the moment. “You know what Opal? I think you’re lying to me.” He grins.
I sit up and laugh, punching him playfully in the leg. “I’m so not!”
“Ok, you keep telling yourself that,” he teases me.
I put my tongue at him.
“Real mature comeback.” He chuckles.
“I’ll be mature on Monday,” I say. “But it’s the weekend and I just want to let my hair down and have fun.”
“Fair enough,” Brett says then he pauses. “So how about we pick up something for dinner and go back to my place?”
“I’d like that.” I smile.
Screw worrying about him being my boss. Screw worrying about getting my stupid heart broken. Just for once, I want to do the fun thing, not the sensible thing. And no amount of telling myself nothing can ever happen between us again, is stopping me from wanting him. I know I can’t have him, but at least this way, I might get another rock my world orgasm to think about when I curse the fact that he’s my boss.
15
Laughing softly, Brett gets back into the car.
My stomach growls when the delicious smell of the dinner he’s picked up wafts towards me. It smells rich and tomatoey, a little spicy. I feel a little bit embarrassed about the noise my stomach is making, but my hunger supersedes my embarrassment.
“I guess you’re hungry.” He nods to my stomach and then trails his hot gaze slowly up along my body until he’s looking into my eyes.
His gaze makes my heart flutter and my body tingles. “Ravenous,” I say, looking him in the eye.
We both know it’s not just the food I’m ravenous for.
Brett looks back at me, his eyes dark and intense. They flit from side to side slightly as he takes in my whole face.
I swallow hard beneath his intense gaze as my pussy floods.
He reaches across the backseat of the car and puts his hand on my thigh.
Sparks fly through my body as I moan quietly and then turn it into a cough in case the driver heard it.
Brett smirks and slowly moves his hand up my thigh, pushing it beneath my dress. I can feel myself shuffling closer to him as my skin responds to his touch. His hand is still moving upwards and I have to bite my lip to keep from calling out when his fingers graze over my damp panties. His touch is light, but the lace of my panties still rubs ever so slightly over my clit, and even that feather soft touch makes me want to grab Brett and ride him right here in the back seat of the car.
Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the seat back as Brett’s expert fingers caress me through the lace. His touch is teasing, just firm enough to work me into a frenzy, but not firm enough to give me any sort of release. I bite down on my lip again as I begin to move my hips, pressing myself into his touch.
It’s still not enough and I need more. I need the release that only he can give me. My own hand starts to move, responding to the command of my body rather than my brain. It slips beneath my dress, my arm brushing Brett’s. I hear him suck in a breath as our arms touch. I run my nails along his arm until my hand reaches his, and then I cup his hand with my own, applying pressure, pressing down and getting the hard touch on my clit that I crave. I suck in a gasping breath, as an intense pulse goes through my clit.
Brett keeps his hand in place, but he lets me control his touch, bending to my will as I move my fingers over his, harder and faster. I can feel myself coming undone. My breath catches in my throat as pleasure courses through my body, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.
Opening my eyes, I glance at Brett. He is looking back at me, his face full of lust and I know it’s not just me he is tormenting; it’s himself as well. He’s as desperate for me as I am for him. I see his throat work as he swallows hard.
My clit is greedy, screaming for more and I feel myself pressing down even harder on Brett’s fingers, moving them rapidly from side to side. I want to move my hand back, drag my panties away from me, but I’m afraid that if I move my hand from Brett’s for even a second that the spell will be broken.
That he’ll remember where we are and stop touching me.
Closing my eyes again, I feel my whole body starting to tingle. My orgasm is so close now and I can’t let myself go too far. I have to stay in control so I don’t scream out Brett’s name as I come.
I’m almost there when I feel Brett lean towards me. I smell his scent, feel the heat from him as he comes closer. He whispers in my ear, so close that I can feel his breath tickling my already tingling skin, “Come for me Opal.”
It’s a whisper, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s clearly a command. I slip over the edge, losing control as my body follows Brett’s order. I take in a large, gasping breath as my orgasm slams through my clit, my pussy, up into my stomach and beyond. It spreads through my full body, bringing me to life, priming me for more, and I hold onto the breath I took.
I feel every muscles in my body contract and then relax, contract and then relax. I can feel my face screwing up as the intense pleasure becomes almost more than I can bear—then it’s over and I am coasting down, filled with warmth and tingling aftershocks.
It’s a relief when the intense feeling has passed, but it’s also a disappointment. I thought I was ready for my climax, for the release it would bring, but I was wrong. I wasn’t ready for it to be over and already, I am craving Brett’s touch again.
I let out my breath in a shaky sigh, and Brett choose that moment to press his fingers firmly against my tender clit. A pulse of electricity passes over me and as much as I try to stop it, I can’t help it. I let out an ahh sound. Brett clamps his other hand over my mouth in time to stop me from screaming out loud.
“Is everything okay back there?” the driver asks as Brett takes his hand away from my face. “I thought I heard something.” He catches my eye in the mirror.
I know I must look as dishevelled as I feel, but I catch myself and smile. “I’m fine. Just a cramp.” I’m surprised at how normal my voice sounds. I sound a little breathless, but a bad enough cramp could do that right?
The driver holds my eye a moment longer and then he nods once and his eyes go back to the road.
Brett and I look at each other and we both laugh quietly.
“Those damned cramps can strike just about anywhere,” Brett says, his eyes shining with amusement. He rubs his fingers over me again, and again,
I feel a sharp jolt of electricity go through me. This time, I manage to hold in the moan that tries to leave me. “Yes, so it would seem,” I say.
I move my hand away from Brett’s and he runs his fingers lightly along my panties. My panties are so wet now that they are sticking to me. I can see the lust passing across Brett’s face as he feels how wet they are.
He removes his hand from beneath my dress as the car pulls onto his block. His driver stops the car outside of a fancy looking building and I peer out of the window. A doorman stands on the door to the apartments, and inside, I can see a manned desk.
Brett thanks the driver and gets out of the car with the food bag. I push my door open as Brett comes around the back of the car. He reaches the door as I start to get out. He offers me his hand and I take it, feeling myself flush. I am well aware of where that hand has just been. The magic it can make. Even my fingertips feel the magic as Brett touches them.
I get out of the car and Brett takes my hand in his, sending more sparks running through me. He leads me into the building, nodding a hello at the doorman who opens the door for us and wishes us a good evening.
Oh, we will be having a good evening all right.
He greets the man behind the desk by name and then he leads me to the elevator. He presses the button and we step inside. As soon as the doors close behind us, we look at each other and we both burst into laughter.
“A cramp? You couldn’t come up with something better than that?” Brett laughs.
“I just panicked in the moment.” I giggle. “Seriously, it w
as either telling him I had a cramp, or telling him not to mind me, I was just flooding his seats.”
The laughter dies on Brett’s lips and he stares at me
It’s a look so intense I feel my insides shifting.
He releases my hand and wraps his spare arm around my waist, pulling me to him. He presses his lips against mine, kissing me hard and passionately.
I hear myself moan and I push my hand into his hair, mashing his lips even tighter against mine.
Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he meets mine with it. Just as abruptly as he kissed me, he pulls away and takes my hand again, as though nothing happened. The elevator doors ping open and he smiles at me, a teasing smile that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“This is us,” he says, leading me out of the elevator and down a short length of hallway.
The hallway is lined with a thick red carpet that feels like springy grass beneath my feet.
He leads me to the only door in sight and digs in his pocket.
“There are no other doors along here,” I say stupidly.
He laughs softly. “That’s because there are no other apartments up here.”
“You have the full floor?” I ask, my surprise showing.
Finding his key, Brett starts to open the door. He turns his attention to me and shakes his head. “Sure,” he says. “And thanks for sounding so surprised that I might be successful enough to have a big apartment.”
“I wasn’t—I-I didn’t …” I stutter.
Brett laughs again, and kisses the tip of my nose. “I know. I was just joking Opal.”
When he says my name it reminds me of the last time he said it, when he told me to come for him, and a shiver of desire runs through me. I try to swallow but my mouth is suddenly dry. My pussy clenches, and my clit tingles. I’m ready for more. I am always ready for more when I’m with Brett. Even when I’m coming down from an orgasm, feeling lazy and sated, I’m still ready for more of him.
Brett gets the door open and pushes it wide, gesturing with his arm for me to enter.
I step inside.
He flicks the light on and then turns it lower, leaving a soft, romantic looking glow over the room.
The room is absolutely huge. At one end, a large kitchen area dominates the space, filled with every gadget imaginable. A high counter runs the length of it, separating it out from the rest of the room to some extent. A row of four white, tall stools are pushed close to the counter.
I can’t help but picture a topless Brett sitting there eating breakfast on a sunny morning, the sun shining in and giving his hair lighter colored flecks. I clear my throat and move my attention away from the counter, away from the half naked Brett in my mind.
On the other side of the counter, a dining table and four chairs stands beneath a crystal chandelier that should look gaudy but somehow, looks just right. At the other end of the room, a seating area is set up. With a black leather couch and large matching recliners arranged around a glass topped table, facing a fireplace. Above which hangs the largest TV I’ve ever seen outside of a movie theatre. Adjacent to the seating area is a closed door.
I know somewhere behind that door is Brett’s bedroom and my pussy clenches again. I see another flash of a shirtless Brett. This time, he stands in the doorway to his bedroom, smiling and beckoning me closer to him.
I move my eyes from the door quickly, but not before my cheeks burn at the thought of what could happen behind that door tonight. Opposite me is a wall of glass with a large balcony and a view over the whole city. Although I can’t help but think of Brett pressing me up against the balcony and fucking me from behind, it still seems like the safest area to focus my attention on. “Wow,” I breath the word out.
“You like it?” Brett asks kicking the door closed and moving to stand by my side.
“That view is amazing. And, well, all of it is amazing really.”
Brett smiles. He reaches out to me and runs his hand up my side, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps. His fingers skim over the side of my breast and my nipple jumps to life, hardening instantly. His fingers keep moving and he runs them lightly up my neck and over my jaw, finally running them over my lips. He leans forward and rubs his lips over mine, his touch so light I could almost believe I imagined it if it wasn’t for the fire he leaves behind, making my lips swell and tingle.
Pulling back, he looks into my eyes and smiles. His eyes shine as he drinks me in. “I’ll go and put the dinner out,” he says.
His voice is so seductive I feel a rush of warm liquid spilling out between my legs.
It’s the voice he should be using to tell me what he wants to do to me, not what he wants to do with our dinner. I try to respond, but I can’t speak as he holds me in place with only his eyes. I’m completely at his mercy and he knows it. I am hungry for him, not dinner. He smiles again and I realize he is just teasing me. There is no way either of us are going to try to wait until after dinner to finish what we started in the car.
“Or we could wait for dinner,” he suggests.
“I could eat,” I reply in a husky voice, playing along with his teasing. I lean closer to Brett and run my tongue over his ear. “But I would much rather be eaten.”
16
Brett swallow hard and then he moans, a long, low moan that makes my pussy ache for him. He stalks away quickly.
Now I wonder for a horrible second if I’ve gone too far, if I’ve scared him away. Have I come across as too desperate?
I needn’t have worried. He puts the food down on the counter and turns back to me. He closes the gap between us in record time and pulls me roughly into his arms. Our lips come together and I feel like we’ve both been unleashed once more.
This time, we don’t need to restrain ourselves and our movements are a flurry of clothes flying off and within seconds, we’re both naked. Brett stands back again and looks me up and down. He makes an appreciative sound in his throat and then his lips find mine again. Our hands grope over each other, both of us wanting to consume the entirety of the other person. I want to run my hands over every inch of Brett. I want to taste every inch of him. But most of all, I want to feel him inside of me.
He’s already hard. I can feel his cock pressing against me as he holds me to him. He begins to move, walking me backwards without breaking our kiss. I let him guide me, feeling completely safe in Brett’s arms, knowing instinctively that he won’t let me fall. Except I am falling. I’m falling for him, and I know I shouldn’t let myself go there, but it feels so good that I can’t help it.
I feel something pushing against my knees and my lower legs.
Brett moves his mouth from mine. “Sit,” he commands.
It doesn’t even occur to me to argue with him. I am completely at his command and right now, I would do anything he told me to do. I half sit, half fall and my ass lands on the arm of the leather couch. The leather is cool against my hot skin and I squirm slightly, enjoying the smooth texture against me.
Brett smiles down at me, then he gets to his knees before me and pushes my legs open. He nods approvingly at my pussy, spread wide and on display for him. He makes an appreciative sound then with no warning, his tongue is on my clit.
My body is on fire once more as I scoot my ass forward a little further and then let my upper body flop back. I lay back on the soft leather, my back arched where my ass and pussy is elevated. Brett’s tongue is bringing my pussy back to life, waking up every nerve ending in me. There’s no urgency this time. He works me slowly, building up the pleasure wave by delicious wave until I don’t think I can take it any longer.
It’s torture. Slow, agonising, delicious torture. I start to lift one of my legs, planning on wrapping it around Brett’s neck, pulling him more tightly against me, but he stops me, firmly pressing my leg back down. He runs his fingers along my inner thigh as he places my leg back down and it sends another wave of ecstasy through me.
I can feel myself falling into Brett. Each wave of pleasur
e takes me a little closer to the place where I lose myself completely and become one with him. I am afraid to go there, but Brett isn’t relenting. He isn’t giving me a get out of jail free card this time. He’s telling me, with his tongue, that we’re in this now. That we’re not going to be holding back.
Still, he teases me, alternating between a firm sideways movement that brings me to the edge, and then a light, lapping motion that eases me back towards the start line. My head is spinning, my insides are clenching, my nerves are screaming in sweet pain. My body craves release and I fear I will go crazy if this lasts much longer. That wouldn’t be so bad though. Being driven to the depths of madness by Brett’s tongue sounds quite appealing and I let myself slip closer to losing control.
Brett is back to lapping at me gently.
I moan with frustration, my hands making fists where they lay against the couch, right up behind my head. I can feel my nails making half moon shaped indents on my palms. I make a whimpering sound, begging him with my mind to bring me the release I so desperately crave, but Brett’s touch is still light, his teasing still going on, and I can’t do this any longer. “Oh my God, Brett please,” I whimper.
He leaves his tongue in place on my clit, but it stops moving and I feel his head brush my thighs as he lifts it.
I lift my head and meet his blazing eyes. “Make me come,” I whisper, my cheeks on fire.
He sinks back down and kisses my clit, a soft kiss that makes me moan once more.
“Please,” I whimper.
My words seem to reach him and he sucks my clit roughly into his mouth, nipping it gently between his teeth. At the same time, he pushes his fingers into my dripping wet pussy and begins to massage my g-spot. He rubs his fingers over it, working me and then he mashes my clit between his tongue and the ridged roof of his mouth.
I have never felt anything quite like it, the intensity is too much and yet, I want more. As my orgasm hits me, I feel my body going rigid, my back being dragged from the couch, arching almost in two. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and for a moment, my eyes roll back in my head and I can’t see anything but blackness, the scattered red dots of my heartbeat pulsing through it.
