by Dark Angel
I honestly had no idea that sex could feel so good. I certainly didn’t know that I could cum so much, and when I feel another orgasm boiling to the surface, I know that I want him to cum again with me. “Eric...you’re...so...hard,” I pant. “Cum with me!” I moan out quickly, his thrust punctuating my words and drawing a squeal out of me.
“Elia,” Eric groans my name, and he starts pumping even harder, faster, and I feel how rock hard his cock is inside me. I mean, it was already so hard but it feels like steel wrapped in velvet and hot as hell as he pumps into me. I feel the my own orgasm starting to come over me, and when my pussy starts to squeeze Eric’s cock, I feel him erupt within me, too. He shoots so much cum inside me that I feel my own arousal mingling with his as they both leak out down my thighs. My legs collapse, unable to withstand the intensity and I can’t summon the strength to make myself. My arms wrap around Eric, pulling him closer to me.
His arms capture me and roll us over so that he’s holding me tight against his chest. Something about this feels...well it feels like more than just me choosing not to resist the attraction we both share. I’m desperate for his every touch and it feels like he needs to hold me tight against him. I place my head against his chest and hear Eric’s thundering heartbeat. I feel close to him.
I don’t expect this onslaught of emotions, but it is so intense that it chokes me up for a second, stops my breathing and makes my own heart hammer in my chest. All the anxiety of why I shouldn’t sleep with Eric hasn’t come back, but there’s something else that threatens beneath the surface. It isn’t bad so much as new, and as I struggle to regain control of my haggard breathing, I try to focus on the blissful feelings still washing over me.
Eric kisses the top of my head and his hands stroke up and down my back. I wiggle a little and feel him pull his cock out of me. I yelp at the exit, feeling so empty. If I had any energy, I might demand him back inside of me. But Eric and I are both still breathing heavily. We’re slick, covered in sweat, and I feel how wet my thighs are with our shared arousal. I shift a little and realize that our cum has made me sticky. I curl against his side and dip my finger down, stroking some of the cum from my thigh, and bring it to my lips.
“You want to taste us?” Eric says, clearly aroused by this idea.
“I want us to taste us,” I say, bringing the finger to my lips, sucking up the creaminess, and then pressing my mouth to his. I don’t know why this occurred to me but it seemed so erotic, and kissing Eric with our cum between our lips is so sexy that my nipples start to ache while we’re kissing. I climb back on him, pressing myself into his chest so that I feel his hard chest crushing the soft pillows of my breasts.
I finally break the kiss after our tongues dance over each other’s, first to savor our shared taste, and then just to savor each other. I rub my lips together, feeling how deliciously sore they are like the rest of me, perfectly aching from all this pleasure. I feel well-used, like, not in a gross way...more like a paperback that’s been well-read. I’m still good for sale. Okay, not like that! I’m feeling light and silly, and I consider sharing my odd thoughts with Eric, but I find myself looking at him instead. Wondering what he’s thinking.
His fingers are tracing over my skin and he’s just looking at me. Something about this moment just feels too perfect for words, so I don’t ruin it with any. I lay my head against his chest and we look into each other’s eyes for a long time before I start to feel my eyelids getting draggy.
“Thanks for a wonderful night, Elia,” Eric says. “I hate to run, but I want to tuck my little girl in tonight.”
I know I just lost my virginity and now the guy is leaving right as I was dozing off, but there’s something so sweet about Eric leaving to make his daughter’s bedtime.
“Thank you. This was amazing.” I lean forward and kiss him, a quick goodbye kiss. He retrieves my mangled sheet, but it is more than a little wet with sweat and cum, so he grabs my comforter, and he tucks me in. I might protest that I’m not his daughter, but it feels nice and the real weight of my exhaustion just hit me. My eyelids flutter shut now, and then don’t open until the next morning when my alarm goes off for work.
My working alarm on my working phone, thanks to Eric.
9
Eric
I can’t believe that I bought Elia a gift, took her to a restaurant and then spent the night at her apartment. And to make matters worse, she was a virgin. Normally that wouldn’t bother me, but I told her about my daughter. I spilled everything to a girl I thought was so innocent. Innocent was right.
It’s as if she’s put a spell on me. That must be it. Maybe she works in a bookstore and she’s a part-time witch. But I guess if she was, she wouldn’t have been carrying that crappy phone before I bought her a decent one.
“Eric?” asks Jessica. She’d booked in a slot this afternoon so that we could discuss something. What we’re discussing, I can’t remember, but I can tell that she’s not happy.
“What is it?”
“I wanted us to go through it together because I’m not sure how all the pieces fit together.”
I pick up my tablet and look at the opened report I assume she’d sent when I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes can barely focus on what looks like a bunch of text and diagrams.
“So what am I looking at?”
I sigh, thinking that I don’t understand why Jessica’s bugging me about this shit right now. This should be my priority, not hers, but she booked an appointment for us to discuss it. So, I should respect her decision to at least be efficient about her work.
“A report from your analytics team. You’ve been making a lot of purchases and fixing up bookstores. You asked the team to make up the report so you can go forward with your plans, remember? We’re keeping up with your purchases as you make them.” There’s not any frustration in her voice right now, but I can tell she’s surprised at how many purchases I’ve moved forward with. I will need to get back to my practice today and see patients, so I get now why Jessica called this meeting. But I’m too damn distracted today!
“I still have a few shops to buy.” I raise my eyebrows and nod. This is the issue with Jessica; sometimes I wonder if she’s my secretary or my mom in disguise. She likes to have these types of conversations, to see if I’m paying attention. Something that my mom does from time-to-time. And like my mom, often, Jessica is right.
This is why she’s a good assistant, keeping me on my toes. I need to focus.
I skim through the pages of the report. The team did a good job, but there are several shops that I’ve yet to close the deal on. I could probably focus on another one for now… or I could leave that to someone else.
“Is this the only report?” I ask when I’m halfway through, losing my concentration again.
“No. There are a few others, but there are discrepancies so the team will hold onto it for a few more days. I just thought you’d like the update.”
“Thank you for bringing me this,” I have nothing much to say on the topic. Apart from seeing that Elia’s boss was giving me shitty figures to begin with, there’s nothing more to know about the store. I went there twice yesterday and I was the only one walking in and out. It’s clear that the store’s in trouble. I don’t need to look at the numbers to figure that out.
My eyes are wandering around the room as my mind goes back to thoughts of Elia. I want to see her now. I don’t think that I can wait until this evening.
I shake my head at the thought. It’s too soon. Besides, Elia was a virgin before yesterday and she’ll get the wrong idea about me maybe committing to her. I can’t send the wrong signals, it just wouldn’t be right. And for once in my life, I feel like doing the right thing as far as women are concerned. And I’m not the right thing, not for commitment. I made a mistake. A mistake that will make me hard for the next several days as I try to keep from being too distracted and jerking off every time I think about Elia.
Jessica stands by my desk, hovering around it, then she
smiles and says what’s on her mind. “After all these years of working with you. I’ve never seen you this distracted, what’s on your mind?”
I decide that I’ll kill two birds with one stone. Maybe if she thinks that I’m interested in another woman, she’ll stop asking me out whenever I’m in town.
“I went out on a date last night.”
“Wow, you…” She pauses. “I just thought that you never really dated.” She gets flustered. My plan’s working without me having to put her in her place.
“So, who was the lucky lady?” Jessica says, raising an eyebrow.
“Elia.”
“From the bookstore?”
“The same one. I’m just trying to figure out where to take her on the weekend.”
“Oh. I thought that you were going back to New York this weekend?”
I shake my head, “I changed my mind.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence as her mouth opens and closes several times. I have nothing more to say. Yet, I have a feeling that Jessica does.
“I thought that you never mixed business with pleasure?”
She raises an eyebrow. I know that she’s talking about herself, but how can I explain to her that being with Elia is nothing but pleasure? I was never too sure about it in the first place and I always stick to my gut feeling, but I don’t with Elia, which is why my witch theory seems like a probable one.
“She must be something…”
Jessica’s biting her lip. She’s not my type, but I wonder what my type is. I never realized that I had one until I’d turned her down more than once.
“She is. But if you don’t mind, I need to get on with these reports.”
“And figure out where to take Elia on the weekend?”
“Exactly.”
I point at her, and then she leaves my office, flustered. I can tell she’s upset, but she’s been working for me for years and I’ve not given her the impression that I’m interested. Maybe this is the best way for her to get the message.
10
Elia
I walk into the bookstore with my head up in the clouds. I was hoping that Eric would call me back today. I left a message on his phone this morning before I headed out to work. Since our night together, I haven’t heard from him. I’ve moved all my contacts to my new iPhone, and I feel as if I’ve been living in the dark ages as I look at my old phone. I even sent him a text message when he didn’t return my call.
“Hey, Becca. Sorry, did I make you wait?”
I’m sure that I’m at work early. I used the app that I downloaded yesterday using the store’s Wi-Fi to figure out how long it would take me to get from my apartment to work. It calculated that it would take me thirty minutes, but it took twenty-five. Damn! What a difference it makes with a bit of music to walk to work. It’s quite nice, I might do it every day. So, I’m a little early, not much but not enough for her to be looking at me that way.
“Nah, you’re cool. Ryan wants to see you.”
She blows her gum into a bubble and after it pops she points to the office at the back. “Right now. He said the moment you come in.”
I nod and walk past her.
“I’ll hold the fort for now.”
I laugh to myself as she says that, thinking that this week I haven’t had more than two customers at any given day. So there’s not much to hold.
I knock on the door before letting myself in.
“Come in!”
I’m surprised because for the first time ever Ryan’s desk is almost neat. Most of the books and papers are set aside, so there are only two short stacks of books. He’s leaning back in his chair with a cunning smile, and he’s rubbing his rounded belly. I stand by the door because the room’s not that big. At times, I feel claustrophobic when I’m in here, but maybe it's because Ryan’s not behind his desk, he’s on the other side with me. It has been a while since he came in and I have been uncomfortable every time I thought about his request. And I really don’t think it is just because of the fact that I slept with the possible new owner of the store that Ryan had wanted me to investigate.
“Shut the door,” Ryan says. There’s a smarmy quality to his smile.
I nod and walk inside, closing the door behind me. “What did you need me for?”
I get straight to the point because I want to spend as short-a-time in here as possible. Ryan gives me the creeps, I don’t even know why I’m going out on a limb for him as far as Eric’s concerned, there are other jobs out there.
“So, I hear you’ve talked to Mr. Vanderville?”
“Don’t you remember, right after you gave me the task? I came back and told you everything we talked about.”
Well, I didn’t tell him quite everything, but whatever I felt was important for him to know.
“That’s funny,” he murmurs. “I heard he came to see you after we were closed…”
Holy crap, how did he know that?
“Yes, but then I thought that you wanted to figure out what was going on with the company.…”
I’m struggling to think of something to say. Maybe I’m confused, I’m sure that I called and told him that Eric seems interested because of the plan that he has to buy several independent bookstores, and I tried to recite exactly what Eric said to me that day. There are two issues.
Number one, I’m not the best liar in the world and number two, I didn’t understand a word that Eric said to me that day when he started talking, like, actual business numbers. I sit down, so that I’ll make him less suspicious about what’s going on with Eric and I. What am I thinking? There’s nothing going on with us, especially seeing as he hasn’t called since that night.
“But he did take you out!”
He lifts his eyebrow suspiciously, and I know that there’s no way out of it. But...even if what I did is a little shaky, I feel weird about the way Ryan is bringing it up and there’s an icky taste in my mouth about this whole conversation.
“It was…” My voice trails off, and I’m trying to think of something to say to him. Something that will make him dismiss me and I can get out of here.
He slowly stands up and moves toward me.
“Did you or didn’t you go out with him?”
I can't stop my face from burning a bright red, as my mind immediately jumps to what happened after the date.
His jaw tenses as his eyes run over my face, then suddenly, he’s grinning at me.
“Yes! And he said that this place was a gold mine, and he wanted to buy it. That’s why he made you such a good offer.”
“Did he now?” he says as he stops heading toward me, and I feel relieved that I’ve kept him at bay. I stand up and turn for the door.
“Maybe you should just contact him.”
But I’m surprised by how fast he moves to stop me opening the door. I don’t feel comfortable being so near to him. His breathing becomes heavy as the only thing between us and the door is his belly.
He shakes his head, then his finger strokes underneath my chin. I back away.
Eric was doing the same thing the other night, and I just wanted Eric’s touch even more when he did this. Ryan’s old enough to be my dad and creepy as hell; it just makes me want throw up now that I realize that my boss Ryan has hit on me before. I guess I just didn’t realize it those other times. Now I’m just fighting the urge to hurl.
I had said that I’ll talk to Eric. Part of the reason was so that I could get close to the billionaire, and the other part was so that I’ll keep my job once he buys the place.
Now, I’m thinking that being close to Ryan, everything in me recoils. All the erotic flashbacks from Eric last night are a distant memory.
“Look,” Ryan starts, stroking the thin strands of hair on his balding head. He adjusts his glasses, “When you see him next, tell him that I’m really busy. Hint that I have other offers on the table.”
I pause for a minute. “If you do that then he may back out. He may think that it’s not worth it.”
I wa
s going to ask why he thinks that I’m going to see Eric again. It brings a smile to my face, to think that he’s confident about us having another rendezvous and it is a nice distraction from how gross Ryan makes me feel.
“Don’t worry about that,” Ryan sneers. “Just do what I told you to do.”
“Okay, I’ll do that then.” I swallow. I want out of this room.
I see my chance for escape, and I take it like a duck to water. Even though I have a feeling that if I stayed longer, then Ryan might have tried something more with me. I feel so relieved that I got out of there, secure in the knowledge that he didn’t. I push those thoughts away and think instead that hopefully Eric will want to see me again.
I go back to the front of the store. As soon as I get there Becca leaves. I’ve got nothing to do but play on my phone and wait for Eric to call me, unless a customer comes in.
“I’m looking for an Anne Rice novel,” a customer pops in nearly an hour later, and I’m glad to stop wasting my brain on stupid phone games. I help the customer and remember just how much I love this store.
I hope that I get to keep working here.
Maybe even with a much sexier boss.
11
Eric
I park my car across from the bookstore. I sigh as I turn off the ignition and pull out the key then step out of the car. I’m already walking away as I press a button on my key fob to lock the car.
I hope she likes the present that I have in my hand. I’ve given up trying to avoid calling her and just decided to come down here to surprise her.
I get to the bookstore and pause outside as I hear Elia’s laughter from inside. I push the door open and walk inside. She’s standing beside her coworker next to a bookshelf. Her laughter dies when I walk in, and she looks up to see me.
I almost feel bad, wanting to hear her laugh some more, but then she smiles at me, and I can’t help smiling back.
