Substitute

by Rey, Isobel

  She couldn’t move her arms and she was grateful to be pinned. It was easier to tell herself that she couldn’t move. But did she want to move?

  Tony slid one foot between her stilettos and shoved her right foot away from her left. She almost toppled, but he held her tight. The feeling of exposure between her thighs caught her unawares and she moaned.

  ‘God, you’re gagging for it!’

  He released her suddenly and his strong hands grabbed her and turned her round to face him.

  Pulling her to him, he kissed her with a ferociousness that frightened her. The electricity of his tongue was like a surge through her, from mouth to cunt. But this was wrong. It wasn’t Tony she wanted. It wasn’t his hands she wanted. She pulled away.

  ‘Tony, no … Not …’

  ‘What, not here?’

  ‘No, I …,’ she protested, but he just took her protest as a sign she was afraid of discovery.

  ‘Yeah, you’re right, and the dragon queen wants those copies.’

  She suddenly remembered Phillipa, waiting for her photocopying. That was one woman Alexia knew it was wise to stay on the right side of. Tony stepped back and adjusted himself. He was wildly turned on, that was clear.

  ‘We can get back to this tomorrow. We’ll be in a building with beds, after all.’

  He clicked his tongue and winked, then turned for the door. He stopped and looked back.

  ‘Gagging for it.’

  And he was gone.

  Oh my God, thought Alexia, what the hell is wrong with you? He’s a playboy, and you’d have let him take you over a hot photocopier if he hadn’t stopped.

  He was right, she must be gagging for it, but she wasn’t gagging for him, so why did she respond so strongly to him? Was she so desperate that any man would do? She didn’t know any more. He was undeniably attractive and she had witnessed his prowess in the art of lovemaking, if that’s what you could call what he’d done to Phillipa. Nathan had set the real fire, but he’d made it clear he was not about to stoke it. Tony was volunteering.

  She turned to the photocopier.

  Out loud, she said, ‘What is it with you men and small office spaces?’

  She let out a noise of deep frustration, sexual and personal. She re-buttoned her blouse, then grabbed the piles of paper and set about copying Phillipa’s documents. When they were compiled, she made sure her blouse was done up almost to her neck and stroked down her hair.

  She was sure she had stained her skirt. The agony of the meeting had made her wet and Tony had opened the tap right up. She twirled her skirt round her hips to check. No, it was fine. That was a miracle.

  She took to the corridor at a clip. Phillipa’s door was open, and she gave a cursory knock and walked in.

  ‘Your copies, Phillipa.’

  ‘Over there,’ said the older woman, nodding at a collection of documents.

  Alexia deposited the copies and turned to leave, but Phillipa wasn’t finished.

  ‘Your skirt looks a little squiffy. Run into Tony while you were copying these?’

  Alexia almost gasped with shock. She didn’t speak. Had Phillipa seen them together or was she fishing?

  ‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand,’ said Alexia. She hoped for once that her ice maiden looks would be a good defence, a cool exterior hiding inner turmoil.

  Phillipa regarded her carefully, as though trying to decide whether to believe her. Was she jealous? She looked like the type who didn’t care what her conquests did when she wasn’t fucking them, but she also looked like she could be vengeful.

  ‘Mmm …’ Phillipa made a small noise indicating that she was yet to be convinced. She went back to her work. Alexia left the office, trying not to break into a trot.

  Why, she wondered, do I seem to spend every day now leaving the office as fast I can?

  Alexia had been home for two hours. She’d been sitting with Romy, but couldn’t bear to tell her friend about the ridiculous sexual ping-pong she seemed to have found herself in the middle of.

  All Romy was interested in was how she was planning to get Nathan on her side during the press trip.

  ‘Look, all I can do is be professional, and that will have to do!’ protested Alexia.

  ‘Oh come on, you’ll be in the hotel with him, and you’ll probably have dinner and maybe a drink and …’

  ‘And nothing.’ She couldn’t tell Romy what had passed between her and Nathan and how painfully clear he had made it they would not be repeating the experience. She felt a deep pang of regret.

  ‘Anyway,’ she continued. ‘Tony’s going to be there too.’

  ‘OMG, double totty! Talk about stuck between a rock and a hard place.’

  Romy laughed at her own double meaning, but Alexia wasn’t amused.

  ‘No Nicky tonight?’ she asked, spooning up a little of the ice cream Romy had brought home.

  ‘No, worst luck, and I’m so bloody horny. God, he’s good!’

  ‘Yes, I could hear,’ said Alexia.

  ‘Hmm, well, maybe you’ll make some noise with whoever you choose tomorrow night.’

  ‘Funny,’ said Alexia, relieved that Richard’s nocturnal visit to her bedroom the night before seemed to have gone undetected.

  But then she remembered he’d promised to visit her again that night. With all the turmoil of the day she’d clean forgotten. At the thought of his warm, soft and oh so intimate attention, Alexia felt a surge of what Romy was feeling.

  ‘Where’s Richard tonight?’ she asked, trying to sound casual.

  ‘I don’t know. Anyway, I’m knackered, didn’t get any sleep last night.’ Romy giggled. ‘And I’ve taken one of my mum’s magic sleeping pills, so in about 20 minutes I’ll be so sound asleep that even if Nathan Fallon himself tried to hump me from behind I wouldn’t wake up.’

  The image was suddenly too clear for Alexia. She thought of Nathan, naked, dragging Romy’s bare arse backwards so he could thrust his cock in her. But in her mental picture, Romy’s face had turned into her own.

  She rammed some cold ice cream in her mouth.

  ‘Steady, you’ll give yourself an ice cream headache.’ said Romy. ‘Right I’m off to bed. You’d better pack, girl, you’re off to the country tomorrow with Nathan …’

  She sashayed out of the room with a casual “Sweet dreams” thrown over her shoulder as she disappeared into her bedroom and into the arms of a dead sleep.

  Alexia envied her. She should have asked her for one of those sleeping pills because she was sure she would not be lying in the arms of Hypnos tonight. The Greek god of sleep would not be her companion; she would be wracked with the torture the gods reserve for those who have transgressed. And she felt she had transgressed; she had been bad, very bad.

  She went into her room and pulled the clothes she planned to take on the trip from her wardrobe. Romy had lent her quite a few little outfits, before her first pay cheque would allow her to re-clothe herself in the smart attire her new position demanded.

  Smart satin blouses, tight skirts, killer heels, minimal jewellery, and just the right amount of perfume. She picked up pyjamas. No, that wasn’t right. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a satin nightie. She felt its texture and it slipped through her hands. She imagined what it must feel like to a man as he slid it over a woman’s skin, the way Richard had slid hers over her hips as they lay on the bed. A surge of yearning hit her again. First Nathan and then Tony: today had been an agonising journey towards extreme frustration and need.

  She breathed out hard. ‘Oh come on, pull yourself together!’ she said aloud to herself. She finished packing. Toiletries, her sexiest bra set, and she was packed. She zipped up her roller bag and set it on the floor.

  She got ready for bed. On her way back from the bathroom she heard a gentle snoring coming from Romy’s room. Those pills must be good.

  She picked up the satin nightie that Richard had found her in and slipped it on, feeling it slide down over her breasts. It made her nipples shiver.
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  But where was Richard? He’d said he would be with her tonight. Suddenly she felt very needy for him; she wanted his hands on her, his mouth wet with her juices as his delicious tongue flicked and licked her to orgasm again.

  She got into bed with a gut-wrenching need deep in her pussy. It ached to clench around something hard and male; a cock, fingers, a stiffened tongue.

  She lay back and thought about the next couple of days. She’d be close to Nathan all the time. So close and yet so far. But then Tony would be circling, like a vulture waiting for its prey to become weak. Weak. That’s what she was, weak. Weak and needy, oh so needy. She hated herself.

  She heard the door latch as Richard crept into the flat. She held her breath. She waited for him to open the door. And she waited. It was agonising. But why couldn’t she go out and greet him? Surely they had been intimate enough now? But she couldn’t. She needed her nocturnal visitor, her teacher, to come to her, to take her, and not to brook resistance. She needed him to override her natural reticence and show her what she was missing, what she was craving.

  The bedroom door opened slowly, a crack of light appearing and framing Richard’s silhouette like a halo. He was her angel, her angel of pleasure. She couldn’t see his face; in the darkened room all she could see was his outline. It was enough. She found she had parted her legs and her hand had already moved south, cupping her mound.

  Richard walked in and closed the door.

  ‘Hey, beautiful.’

  She heard that low southern drawl and felt moisture reach her hand. He moved to the bedside table.

  ‘Shade your eyes.’ He clicked on the small lamp that let a gentle glow into the room.

  Alexia blinked and looked up.

  ‘Ready to continue our lessons? It’ll be the last for a while.’

  She didn’t speak, didn’t move; she just looked at him, her blue eyes begging him to start.

  He took off his shirt to reveal downy hair on his chest. She had never seen his naked torso or felt it; it had been covered in their encounters. She reached up and ran her fingers over it. Touching his skin made her breathe harder. She sat up in bed, her face level with his fly.

  His groin was swollen. His cock looked as if it would burst from its casing, and it was right in front of her.

  ‘Richard …’ Her voice was quiet, hesitant.

  ‘Yeah?’

  There’s something I don’t really know how to do. I know it sounds crazy at my age, but my first boyfriend never asked me to. And Carter, well, he didn’t want it; he just liked …’

  Her voice trailed off.

  ‘Fucking!’ Richard finished her thought.

  ‘Yes … So you see, I don’t really …’

  She looked at his groin. Richard was shifting slightly and the bulge in his jeans looked painful now. Then she looked up at him.

  ‘Then we can move the curriculum along a little …’

  Richard undid his belt and she heard the whisper of the leather as it slid through the belt loops, then the buckle clank as it hit the floor. She had never seen his naked erection, much less touched it.

  He peeled the metal buttons open one by one, slowly moving down until his jeans were open. His tight cotton shorts were jockey grey. His navel betrayed the fluttering in his stomach as he waited for her to touch him.

  She reached up slowly and pulled his jeans to his knees. There was a dot of moisture on his shorts. The sight of it inflamed her. The idea that his cock was weeping for her excited her.

  With trembling fingers, she eased his shorts over the tip of his cock and pushed them to join his jeans.

  He was rock hard. Right in front of her face, she could smell the salty precome that glistened on the small slit. Circumcised. Romy was right about American men.

  ‘There’s nothing to it, really, just like a popsicle.’ Richard smoothed her hair. He wasn’t grabbing her head, or guiding her in, just reassuring her that it was OK to be nervous.

  She put the flat of her hands on the front of his hips, either side of his erection. She breathed hard and felt his muscles flex under her hands as her breath enveloped his balls. She inched forward and gently put her mouth on his tip. She felt him catch his breath.

  She ran her tongue over the dab of wetness. Salty. She drew her head back and looked up. He was watching her. It’s OK, his eyes said , in your own time, honey.

  She opened her mouth, took a couple of inches of him into her mouth, and pulled back, allowing her lips to trace along his length. She felt so decadent, so wanting of him. She was squirming as her cunt nagged at her for attention, but she was focused on him, on his ramrod cock. She moved forward again, sucking him into her mouth then moving back, each time daring to go a little deeper but not daring to take too much.

  She ran her tongue over him, rolling it around over the hard, pulsing flesh. She could feel him trying not to rock, trying not to push himself into her mouth. He was letting her set the pace.

  Her hands had crept around and were holding his buttocks. She could feel his muscles straining to stay still. She wanted him to lose himself this time; she wanted to be the one in control.

  She brought one hand around and traced her fingers around his balls. She heard a loud moan escape from him and she repeated the action, tickling then circling, her fingers curling in his hair.

  She felt more precome hit her tongue. She pushed her finger under his balls and traced the line to the secret hole behind.

  She heard him make a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt and she felt his thighs shivering.

  ‘OK, that’s enough!’ His voice was heavy.

  He pulled back and Alexia looked at him, unsure what she’d done wrong.

  ‘This is about your pleasure too, and I can’t fuck you, so before I come all over that beautiful face, we’re going to do this together.’ He pushed her back onto the bed and pulled up her nightie.

  ‘I think it’s time we moved our lessons on to math,’ he continued, ‘so think of a number somewhere between 68 and 70.’

  With a swift movement he was on her. He grabbed a pillow and put it under her head, propping it quite high. Then he turned completely so he was facing her feet. He was on his knees, his cock bobbing and dangling in front of her mouth.

  ‘Now multiply by two …’

  He lowered his hips slowly so that the tip of his cock traced Alexia’s lips. She opened and sucked greedily. She clutched his hips to steady him and pulled him deeper into her mouth.

  Her pussy was screaming now, screaming to be touched, teased, caressed, invaded.

  Richard parted her legs and she felt the nearness of his face as his hot breath surged over her cunt.

  She bent her knees and pushed her hips up to meet his eager mouth. His tongue tickled her clit and she almost bit his cock from the shock of the pleasure. The trace of her teeth sent a shiver through him and his teeth nipped her labia in return. Then he bit again, this time harder, sending a wave of pleasure/pain through her.

  She was bucking now and he had to hold her hips. He steadied himself on his elbows, then slipped his arms under her thighs to pull them open a little more.

  The anticipation was agony. She was sucking hard, hoping her urgent mouth would make him move faster. Suddenly he drove two hard fingers into her. A loud, hard “ah” escaped from her, muffled by his cock in her mouth.

  Her wetness let his fingers enter her unhindered and he drove them in, not bothering to curl them against her G spot. This was straight finger-fucking. He had sworn not to use his cock inside her but he was going to make her clutch against the hardness of a man, the hardness of his fingers.

  But he was not in control any more. She was driving him now. She sucked and pumped her mouth on him harder and harder, driving him to fuck her mercilessly with his fingers, to punish her clit with his hardened tongue. Faster and deeper they both pushed and pushed until she felt the rush of warmth as his come hit her mouth. As he came, he rammed his fingers home and she bucked hard. This was no slow,
uncoiling orgasm. This was a shuddering explosion in her cunt. She dropped her head back to gasp and the last spurts of him fell on her cheek. Her back was arched and she pushed her hips upwards to grip him with her last shuddering contractions.

  The waves subsided. It was a short but intense orgasm that was almost painful. Richard pulled his leg back over her and collapsed on his back, breathing hard. Alexia was panting too, exhausted and sated. She couldn’t believe the violence of her orgasm. But as her breathing returned to normal and her mind cleared, she realised it wasn’t only Richard’s ministering that had pulled the reaction from her. Nathan was still in her mind, if not in her pussy. And he wasn’t leaving any time soon.

  ‘I think math could be your best subject!’ Richard’s voice broke her reverie. He propped himself up on one elbow and wiped his own come from her face. She blushed. Somehow she was shy again, even after her wanton behaviour of a moment ago.

  He laughed quietly to himself.

  ‘Yeah, it’s going to take a while before you’re really comfortable with this, in daylight hours anyway, but there’s time …’

  He leant over and kissed her gently, almost chastely.

  ‘Romy says you gotta big day tomorrow.’

  ‘Yes, yes, I have. A couple of days.’

  ‘You packed and ready?’

  ‘I’m packed ….’

  Richard laughed. ‘Well, whether you’re ready or not, sometimes you just gotta jump, sweetheart. Now get some beauty sleep. I ain’t gonna sleep here because there is no way I could stop from fucking you if I do that!’

  He kissed her forehead, then stood up. He picked up his clothes, and with that he was gone, shutting the door gently behind him.

  Sometimes you just gotta jump, he’d said.

  But how? With Richard she felt safe, he was safe. Tony was definitely not; he was a walking trap. And then there was Nathan …

  Chapter Seven

  The air was especially cold. Alexia pulled the fur of her coat collar closer around her neck as she stepped off the bus. It was mid-afternoon, but the day was still wearing the chill it had woken up with. She looked up. An ice blue cloudless sky. She hoped the freezing wind wasn’t a sign of a Siberian chill in Nathan’s mood.