Give it to me Spicy

by Evie Balos

  “See you later, then,” Jay said.

  Ryan gave him a mock military salute and headed off.

  As Jay placed his cup in the coffee machine, an idea that got his cock twitching formed in his mind. Whenever Ryan wasn’t around, he’d shut the door to his office but never lock it. Jay glanced at his watch. One thirty. They could do this. He returned to his office and dialled Tara’s extension.

  When her voice came over the line, he said, “Are you alone?”

  A pause. “Yes. What’s up?”

  “Remember that computer problem you had the other day?”

  “What computer problem?”

  “I can show you a way around it, but you have to come down to the IT office at one forty-five.”

  A longer pause. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “See you in fifteen. Oh, and knock on the door.” He ended the call and pulled out his wallet, where he always kept at least one condom. With the condom in his pocket, he brought the cup to his mouth, but set it back down untouched. It wasn’t caffeine he needed. It was the taste of Tara’s soft skin. She was like luscious silk. And he’d barely enjoyed her. He longed to bury his face in her soft, chestnut hair…ached to ravish that pouting, rosy mouth without being rushed…to fill his hands with her full, supple breasts while she rode him…to taste the silky skin of her belly and her inner thighs…and finally to claim that moist, pink pussy with his mouth.

  Fuck. She was driving him mad. He turned to the computer and clicked in and out of various files, completing menial tasks until it was time. He placed a call to his assistant to inform her he’d be stepping out for a little while, then headed to the staircase that led to the first floor. The only rooms on this floor were the cafeteria, the supply room and Ryan’s office. He walked down the quiet corridor until he reached the IT office and knocked on the door. When he got no response, he opened it and stepped through before closing it again. No one else used this room. It was the safest place to fool around in and it locked from the inside.

  A couple of minutes later, someone knocked on the door. That had to be Tara. If it wasn’t, he was kind of screwed. He opened the door and pulled her inside, then locked it. He met her round, uncertain eyes and caressed the side of her face.

  “Don’t worry about being caught. Ryan won’t be back till three thirty.” He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Tara, I’ve been thinking about you since last night.”

  Her eyes searched his face. “Do you mean that? It happened so fast I wasn’t sure if it would be a one-time thing.”

  His hands slid down to her hips. “Are you kidding me? If anything, I want you even more now.”

  Her muscles relaxed as her hands glided up his chest. “That’s good to hear, Jay, because you started this, and I don’t want it to end any time soon,” she warned in a husky voice, sending a bolt of heat straight to his cock.

  Jay was a perceptive man. The restless flame in Tara’s eyes had begged to be stoked since the first day he’d laid eyes on her. “I don’t plan on ending it any time soon.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a quick, reassuring kiss, drawing back as her breath caressed him.

  “Are you sure this is safe? We could lose our jobs.” She glanced around the room.

  He brushed the soft pad of her bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s pretty safe, but the fear of getting caught adds some excitement to it, hmm?”

  A minxish gleam flickered in her green eyes as her hands clutched his shoulders. “It does.”

  He wanted her now—fast and hot. He pulled her top from her body and worked her pants down her legs, but left her black, lacy undergarments in place. His breath hitched when she cupped his erection.

  “See what you do to me?” he said, while reaching into his pocket to pull out the condom wrapper.

  He let her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans, which he tossed onto a nearby chair along with her clothes. When she reached for his shirt, he caught her hands and lowered them to his groin.

  “Play with my cock.” A low groan escaped him when she slipped a hand inside the band of his briefs and pulled out his throbbing flesh. Her warm hand stroked him from root to tip, nearly making his knees buckle. He trapped the wrapper between his teeth and almost ripped through his buttons before tossing the shirt onto the pile on the chair.

  He pushed his briefs partway down, tucking the band under his balls. He longed to feel the sweet suction of her mouth on his flesh. Tearing the foil open, he unrolled the condom over his erection. Then he reached into her bra and scooped out her breasts, letting out a groan at the sight of the creamy mounds topped with large, rosy nipples.

  “So lovely.” He squeezed them firmly and tweaked the nipples into tighter buds. She let out a rough gasp and arched against him. “What size bra do you wear?”

  “Mmm…um…D.”

  “What a woman,” he said, and caught her mouth in an urgent kiss, angling his head to slide his tongue into the moist warmth beyond. His urgency backed her up against the door, and when he broke the kiss to look into her eyes, the need in those green depths fired the blood in his veins. He turned her around, then swept his palms over the elegant length of her back, the flare of her hips and her perky buttocks.

  He grasped her behind the knee and raised her leg. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, baby,” he whispered near her ear, and sensed the shiver that went through her body.

  “Yes…fuck me…now.”

  He pulled the fabric of her panties to one side. His cock pulsed with impatience as he rubbed the head over her swollen lips, the dark pink flesh barely visible from this angle. Then he pressed into the slick folds and thrust to the hilt.

  Jay muffled the groan that rose in his throat. He gripped her hip and drove into her with long, smooth strokes. Her hot channel clenched around him like a silken fist, milking him towards an early climax, but he gritted his teeth and pushed it back.

  She’d pressed the side of her face to the door, and he lowered his mouth to her ear. “There are so many things I want to do with you…to you, Tara.” His nostrils flared, taking in the vanilla scent of her skin.

  “Ahh…mmm?”

  “Exciting, wicked things.” A grunt escaped him as the tension in his balls intensified. He was close. “Explore every inch of you…pleasure you until you beg for it…”

  Her flesh contracted around him, the sensation resonating twofold in his cock. “Fuck,” he growled, now losing the battle for restraint. He thrust into her deeper, faster.

  “Wicked…yes…oh, God…” she panted, before thrusting her fist against her mouth.

  Her orgasm shuddered over his flesh, severing his final threads of control. He pressed his mouth against her hair, moaning into it as his release tore through him. With a weak gasp, she fell against him. After a moment, he withdrew and wrapped his arms around her limp body, his heart hammering in his chest.

  He kissed the top of her head while his breathing steadied itself.

  Slowly, she turned around, linking her hands behind his neck. Her eyes glowed with heady pleasure as a hint of coyness tugged at her mouth. “Wow. I can’t believe we did this again. Here.”

  He let out a chuckle and swept a loose chestnut lock away from her cheek. “I’ve never done this with anyone else, by the way.”

  Her eyebrow quirked. “Hmm.”

  “It’s true. I can’t control myself around you.” He caressed the delicate curve of her jaw.

  She laughed. “Then the problem is mutual.” She stretched up and dropped a kiss on his mouth. “Thing is, we can’t continue like this because we will get caught.”

  “You’re right. It was fun while it lasted, but the next step requires a bedroom. My bedroom, this Saturday.”

  Her breath hitched before her tongue swept over her lips. “Where you’ll do exciting, wicked things to me?”

  He caught her taut nipple between his fingers and gave it a pinch. “Only exciting and wicked things, baby.”

  Chapter Five<
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  With the Sauber presentation successfully behind him, Jay could now focus on Tara. He lit the final candle in the living room and transferred it to the dark-stained coffee table. Candles weren’t really his thing, but he’d purchased several today to soften the male furnishings of his home. He picked up the glass of merlot and savoured a long sip. He’d have her to himself all evening, and hopefully all night. No cold offices, no hard surfaces. Soon, she’d be nestled in his soft bedsheets. Desire congealed in his groin.

  At the sound of the doorbell, he placed his glass down and headed for the front door, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He swung the door open and received a punch of desire so unexpected it snatched his breath.

  He raked his gaze over her body, which she’d poured into a black dress that clung to every luscious curve, its deep neckline revealing a mouth-watering cleavage. Her chestnut hair tumbled in long waves over her shoulders and the sides of her breasts. He ended his exploration at her feet, strapped as they were into black heels, red toenails peeking out at the front.

  Sweet Jesus.

  “Are you going to invite me in, Moretti?” she purred like a husky kitten.

  He drew her inside, then shut the door and swept his mouth over hers in a slow kiss that belied the force of his arousal.

  He raised his head. “You look stunning, Tara.”

  “Thank you. You’re not half bad yourself.”

  He chuckled and placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her into the living room. “What can I get you?”

  Her gaze fell on his glass. “Whatever you’re having.”

  Jay forced himself away from her because he was tempted to toss her onto the sofa and take her right there and then.

  “Okay, sweetheart. Make yourself cosy.”

  When he returned with the drink, he sat down next to her and they clinked glasses.

  “Nice home, by the way…from what I’ve seen so far,” she said, taking a sip.

  “I’ll give you a tour later.”

  She looked at the appetisers laid out on the coffee table. “Mmm…those look good.”

  He reached out and picked up a juicy shrimp, dipped it in seafood sauce and brought it to her mouth. “Open up,” he said.

  Her gaze met his as she parted her full lips, allowing him to slide the juicy morsel into her mouth. He watched her chew, his cock now pushing against the crotch of his jeans. He followed with a big dark olive, and removed the pit she produced between her lips. When her tongue swept across her lips, he almost groaned.

  “More?”

  “No…sorry…I had a late lunch.”

  So had he. He’d cooked pasta in case, but he was glad to skip to dessert…and it was sitting on his sofa.

  Her green eyes smouldered with desire, but also with other emotions he couldn’t define. He took her hand and brushed his thumb over her skin. “Tara, I want you to know that I would never use you. I enjoy your company a lot.”

  He heard the catch in her breath as her gaze met his. Her hand squeezed his and the smile that curved her mouth was so warm it caused an unexpected tug in his chest.

  “I feel the same, Jay.”

  He stood up, still holding her hand. “Let me show you the rest of the house.”

  When he took her straight to his bedroom, she gave a short chuckle. “That was some tour.”

  He tilted her chin up and lowered his mouth to about an inch from hers. “The tour starts here, baby.” He touched his mouth to hers in a teasing caress before taking a step back.

  He threaded his fingers through her hair. “Silky soft, and so much colour…” He grasped a handful and buried his nose in it. “Mmm…” Almonds and honey.

  Releasing her hair, he caressed the smooth curve of her upper cheek. “Eyes like emeralds, except for when you get angry…then they’re like the depths of the forest. And this…” He traced the soft edge of her mouth “…a succulent strawberry.” Her lip quivered under his fingers.

  He moved his hand down the slender column of her neck and over the delicate curve of her shoulder. “Your skin is like creamy silk.” The contrast of her fair skin against his aroused him further.

  His gaze dipped and he slid his finger into her warm cleavage. “Your breasts drive me crazy. I love full breasts…and yours are more than a handful.”

  He traced the smooth curve of her waist, hip and upper thigh. “This part of your body is damn sexy.” He walked around her, dragging his fingers along her thigh, and stopped behind her. He cupped her at the junction of her cheek and her thigh. “Pure female.”

  He felt the tremble that went through her body and brushed her hair to one side to blow a gust of breath onto her neck. Goose bumps erupted across her skin.

  He gripped her hips and pressed his heavy erection into her, making her gasp. “Tara, I swear, it’s damn near impossible to work with you sometimes.”

  He unfastened the clip at the nape of her neck and peeled the dress from her body, letting it pool at her feet. He walked around her again. She was wearing one of those satiny, strapless bras that clasped at the front. He made short work of that, too, and sucked in a sharp breath while her breasts grew taut under his gaze. He traced the wide circle of her areola with a feather-light touch and heard the snag of her breath as her nipple hardened to a tight peak. She was so responsive. He caught the bud between his fingers and tweaked it, eliciting another raw sound from her lips.

  Hooking his fingers into her panties, he pushed them down her legs. She gave her clothes a little flick and stepped free. As he straightened, he resisted the urge to touch her pussy, its pink cleft already moist. She tilted her chin and met his gaze with hungry challenge.

  A muscle twitched in his jaw. “It hurts to look at you, Tara.”

  “I’m hurting, too…” she replied in a low voice. “My turn to undress you.” Her tone brooked no refusal.

  She took a step closer and slid her hands under his T-shirt, pushing it up and over his head. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then hooked her fingers into his briefs and pushed both garments down his legs. He stepped out of the pile of clothing and let her look her fill, pleased to hear her little moan.

  Then her hands moved over him, exploring almost every inch, flooding his skin with tight heat.

  “You’re beautiful, Jay.”

  When she wrapped her fingers around his cock and swept her thumb over the head, his knees nearly gave.

  He grasped her wrist. “Later, baby, he’s all yours.”

  Her eyes flickered with anticipation as he led her to the bed and urged her onto it. Then he reached over to the nightstand and picked up a black silk scarf.

  Her lips parted in faint surprise. “Ah, the wicked stuff.”

  He stretched it out. “I want you to trust me.”

  She hesitated for a moment before complying. He pressed her hands together and looped the scarf around each wrist, then bound them together with a knot.

  “How is that? Not too tight, is it?” he asked, testing the resistance.

  “No, it’s fine.”

  When he lifted the second scarf, her eyes widened.

  “The blindfold will enhance the sensation,” he explained.

  Her tongue swept over her lips as she gazed up at him with a minxish smile. “Didn’t know you were such a bad boy…but I like it.”

  “You’ll love this, baby.”

  Once he’d secured the scarf, he arranged her against the large pillow he’d placed at the headboard. He took her bound hands and raised them above her head, tying the ends of the scarf to a slat in the headboard.

  He raked his gaze down her body, a quick look because he wanted to take his time with her and he was already rock hard. Those soft curves were made for him and he’d feast on every luscious inch of her. He noted the anxious rise and fall of her full breasts, the fan of her hair across the pillow, and her lush, parted lips.

  He stretched out next to her and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you,
Tara.”

  He grazed the delicate shell of her ear with his teeth, hearing the catch in her breath. Then he slid his mouth to hers while curving his palm gently against her throat and, after a few caresses and nips, he took possession. He plundered the sweet warmth beyond her parted lips, crushing her gasps, stabbing with his tongue as deep as he could go. It was an act of possession and he was going to claim her in more ways than one tonight. She raised her chin, succumbing to the invasion with little flicks of her tongue.

  He dragged his mouth away before dipping to her throat to brush over the rapid pulse. The vanilla scent of her skin flared his arousal. When her neck arched, his teeth grazed over her delicate skin, drawing a long gasp from her lips.

  He continued over the slope of her breast. Filling his hands with her supple flesh, he claimed one taut nipple. He sucked until the tip extended to its full state of arousal. Tara’s mews of pleasure shot down to his cock. His tongue flicked across the puckered bud in a succession of quick strokes that had her writhing and tugging against her restraints. He shifted to the other breast and loved it with equal attention, but this time he bore down with his teeth, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to give her a sharp pinch of pleasure. Her cry punctured the silence of the room.

  He slid his hand down between her thighs and stroked her wet folds before circling over her clit with light caresses. Then he pressed down, felt its tiny pulse and rotated faster while flicking his tongue over her nipple. A shudder went through her and he enjoyed the senseless sounds that spilled from her lips, all the while monitoring the build-up of her climax. He didn’t want her to come just yet. He raised his hand and gave her clit several taps while he tugged her nipple between his teeth. Her hips bucked as she rasped something unintelligible. He moved his mouth to the other breast and repeated the stimulation, pushing her towards her peak before yanking her back.

  “Devil…” she uttered on a shaky moan.

  He released her breast and insinuated himself between her legs. The position allowed him to trace a southward path along the silky skin of her abdomen. He nipped and licked, sensing the quiver that went through her. He dipped his tongue into her navel and crested the smooth mound of her pubic bone before pushing her thighs farther apart. The sight of her deep pink, swollen lips made his cock throb. He liked the fact that she wasn’t totally shaved, just enough trimmed pubes to frame her labia. The mouth of her cleft was creamy with unshed arousal.