by Lana Hartley
I wonder what that will mean for all of us who work for him? I probably don’t want to know. I certainly don’t want to know right now.
“I agree and that is something we will have to discuss later.”
Slowly, I take a piece of my asparagus onto my fork and suggestively tilt my head back while drawing it into my mouth. I kind of feel like an idiot, but Sam immediately perks up. Drawing it in and out, moaning low, I pull it into my mouth and close my eyes, savoring the flavor.
Sam’s answering growl has me popping my eyes open with a smile. I lick my lips while he tracks my movements.
Slipping off my heels, I rub my foot slowly up his leg while crossing my own legs. Bouncing my foot between his legs, I’m probably six inches from where he would really like me…and where I would really like to be.
Teasing him is like teasing myself.
“What would you like to discuss now?” My sassy tone has him smiling broadly. “I don’t want you to get bored with me.”
“Oh, there’s not a chance of that.”
His hand reaches down to start massaging my foot, and I melt into my chair. His strong fingers seem to find all the right pressure points.
Slowly, he pulls my foot further up his lap to massage it against his rock-hard cock. I wiggle my toes and slide them against his length.
Sam presses back against me as I try to continue eating my meal. He’s practically done, but I still have a ways to go—not that I’m hungry now.
Instead, a deep ache has started in my pussy. It’s insistent, and I’m tempted to touch myself.
“I wish you were touching me now,” I say.
Putting another bite of steak in my mouth, I chew slowly, still sliding my foot along his cock that seems to be getting longer and harder.
“Oh, baby. You have no idea what I want to do to you.” His hand is pinning my foot to him as he grinds against me suggestively. “But I want you to enjoy your meal and finish it if you’re hungry. We can always have dessert later.”
His smirk lets me know he isn’t referring to food.
Chapter 14
Sam
Dinner has been amazing. I’m captivated by Lacey. I’ve never met anyone like her. So much about her excites me—the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles and go dark while she’s thinking, and the way her mouth pouts, even when she’s smiling.
It’s not just her obvious beauty, but also the way she wears it, so open, modest and sweet.
“What are we having for dessert again?” Lacey asks me. “I got into the conversation so much that I forgot!” she winks. It brings an even bigger smile to my face.
“I can’t remember, either, but we’ll find out when it gets here.” I’m so distracted by her, I can’t stop thinking about what’s underneath those clothes.
“You know,” she stretches in her seat, rolling her shoulders back. “I think this fabric is no good after all.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she pulls at her top a little, moving the neckline and wiggling her shoulders.
I feel my breath catch in my throat as the lacey edges of her bra peek through the top of the blouse. My eyes are fixed on that spot, the dark shadow of her beautiful breasts traced over with fine, soft lace.
“It looks pretty good to me,” I find it difficult to focus.
Lacey pouts just a bit, frowning slightly.
“I might have to take it off.” She leans in closer, letting me look right down.
“I think for lingerie, that’s an excellent design flaw.”
She giggles, tossing her long honey blonde hair.
“I’m kidding. It’s actually super soft. Kind of erotic, how it moves against my skin,” she looks down briefly, then brings her eyes back up to mine with heat in her gaze. “It’s like my nipples are being gently stroked, back and forth,” she wiggles her chest just slightly.
I’m staring right down her blouse, looking at the lace stretched over those gorgeous tits, and now I can’t stop thinking about her nipples. The mental image is so strong I can practically feel them under my fingers.
When my brain starts to work, I say the first thing that comes into my head.
“Are your panties itchy, too?”
The giggle again, only this time it goes on a little longer, gets fuller and heartier. The sound makes me smile, too—she’s having a great time.
I want to make her happy. I want to be the one who makes her feel like this.
“Hold on,” She wriggles in the seat, hands down under the table. Wait…she’s not. Is she? Fuck. I think she is.
With a wicked grin she tosses the panties at me.
“I really can’t decide if they’re itchy or not.” She props her chin on her hand and eyes me coyly. “So, maybe you should check them out.”
I press them to my cheek, the small scrap of fabric folding easily into a tiny ball. To a passerby, it might just be a handkerchief.
I rub it lightly on my cheek, making sure I get a good sniff as well. Lacey laughs with delight at my comical, overdone googly-eyed face.
“Hmm. I think they feel pretty good to me. I might have to keep them in my pocket.”
“I certainly feel much better without them.” She shifts on the seat, and now all I can think of is her pussy. Bare and naked now, nothing in the way. If I slid over and sat beside her I could slide my hand right up her thigh and…
“You look distracted, Sam,” she takes a sip of her drink. “Everything okay?”
I nod, smiling, taking a drink myself.
“I’m not used to being so well-entertained, particularly from such a charming companion.”
She blinks, toying with her hair. “I sure wish that dessert would hurry up. I’m getting hungry.”
“Yeah, me, too,” I respond lightly, totally missing her inflection.
She leans forward, hands on the table. “No. I mean, I’m hungry now. I need to put something in my mouth.”
She looks around quickly, then ducks straight under the table. I feel her hands on my knees. My cock is straining against my pants, desperate to be free. I shift slightly so Lacey can get the fly undone.
I feel her hot wet lips start to caress the head. Just gently, teasing with her tongue and sliding it into, then out of her mouth. I completely forget where I am for a few minutes and lean back, eyes closed.
A voice cracks through my pleasure haze. “Anything else here, sir?”
“What are you…” I open my eyes quickly. I see the waitress and I realize where I am. I smile up at her.
“Did we order dessert? We couldn’t remember.”
“Yes, sir. It’s coming to the table in a few minutes. I came to see if you needed a refill on your drinks.”
I try to give a normal, usual answer but at that moment Lacey devours my cock, wrestling it with her lips as she lunges like a cat after its prey. I slam into the back of my chair, bracing my hands on the table.
“Are you okay, sir?”
“Yes… yes… oh, God. Yes. I mean. No. Sure. We’re okay.”
“Are you sure?” She gives me an incredibly puzzled look. I just nod sagely like throwing small fits is completely normal and something must be wrong with her. She scuttles away, glancing back over her shoulder at me.
I find a spot near a window to stare at, trying to stay still as Lacey really starts working me. Her hands grip my knees, forcing my legs further apart as she pushes forward to swallow my cock whole.
She doesn’t work me straight to climax. Instead, as soon as she feels me getting close, she trails her tongue lightly back to the head. She lips and mouths gently at it with a singular focus. Once I’m straining from my need, she deep throats me again.
My face must be turning five shades of purple. I’m trying to stop myself from gasping aloud.
I lean over and look at the table. This is excruciating. But it feels too good to stop.
There is a clatter of plates, and a bright voice declares dessert has arrived.
“Okay,” I whisper,
staring at the table cloth.
“A serving of chocolate cheesecake and an apple crumble slice, is that right?”
Fuck. I’m going to have to look up and interact. And I don’t even remember what we fucking ordered! I have no idea if it’s right.
With an extreme effort I raise my eyes from the clean white cloth to the perky waitress holding the plates. I nod slowly, careful not to speak as Lacey’s tongue caresses the end of my cock, slowly drawing it in and out of her mouth.
“Yes… that’s right,” I manage to force out the words.
She smiles brightly, placing the plates in front of me. Lacey moves in even closer, bringing one hand higher up on my thigh. She plunges down the length of my shaft with her hot, wet mouth, the delicate lips savoring every inch as she forces herself forward again.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” My own voice takes me by surprise. Red-faced, for too many reasons, I look up at the waitress.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes… I just… really like… CheeseCAKE!” Finally, I’m coming, cock pumping. Lacey keeps sucking, lips and tongue going from fierce to soft and gentle as she lovingly sucks out every drop of cum she can. Her fingers caress my thighs.
“Well,” the waitress says, “you had the apple crumble. The lady ordered the cheesecake.” She eyes me warily, as if I’m about to have a seizure, or a mental health episode. “I can bring another slice of cheesecake, if you like?”
“No, no.” I try to get my breath back without looking like a steam train. “That’s fine, thank you. You’ve been great.”
She gives me a funny look and trots away.
I feel Lacey do up my pants. I wipe my forehead with a handkerchief – no wait, its Lacey’s panties and take a sip of my drink.
Lacey slowly wriggles into her chair. I see she has more buttons undone, showing off even more of the sexy bra.
“Are you okay, Sam?” She twirls her fork and takes a dainty bite of cheesecake.
I nod, smiling. “I had some tension. But it seems to have passed now.”
She curls her tongue around the fork sliding the sweets into her mouth and swallowing slowly.
“I’m starting to feel quite a bit of tension myself.”
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here!” I can’t wait to get my hands on her!
She gives me that coy smile as she takes another bite.
“You just keep working up your own tension.” She meets my eyes and the stare is so deep I can feel it inside. My cock’s getting hard again.
Something in her eyes is physical, like she’s touching me. Just with a look.
“Yes, I think my tension is getting quite high again.”
She licks her fork, slowly.
“I would like to finish dessert.” She winks. “The first course was delicious, but salty. Now, I’m after something sweet.”
Chapter 15
Lacey
It doesn’t take long to finish dessert. I can see the limo pulling up as Sam pays the bill.
He grips my hand as we start to walk toward the doors, lifting it to kiss me on the back of my knuckles. As we approach the limo, the driver opens the door for us. I let go of Sam’s hand and slide into the big, soft leather seat.
I position myself in a corner, resting my head back. As Sam slips in and the door closes behind him, I lift one leg and place it on the seat next to me. As he turns and faces me, I deliberately swing my other knee out.
“I hope you didn’t fill up too much,” I give him a cheeky smile and a wink. He stares down my open skirt, eyes lingering on the view.
“I’m starving, absolutely starving,” he moves towards me as the limo begins to roll smoothly out of the restaurant. The momentum makes him stagger forward a bit and he catches himself by my knees.
For a moment, he just looks into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I lean forward, touching his face.
“You’re gorgeous,” I kiss him softly on the lips. There’s more than passion between us. I’m kidding myself if I want to say these are casual encounters.
I’m starting to feel something so much more than lust. Not just for Sam, for all of them—my boys.
Sam grips my knees lightly, smiling as he leans down and disappears under my skirt. He pushes my legs further apart, just gently, as his lips touch my pussy.
He dives straight in at the deep end. I’m so wet already, as I feel his lips push me open, trembles run from my belly right up to my lips. As his tongue flicks out, deeper and harder, goosebumps rise on my arms and legs.
I reach up, curling one arm over the seat’s back. I rock my hips forward, urging him on. He stops, sits up and lets his eyes trail over me. Slowly, he pushes up my skirt until it’s over my hips.
He reaches up and opens my blouse, so the gorgeous silky lace is exposed. My skin looks dusky under the lacey shadows. My nipples peek through the patterns, getting hard and jutting up through the soft fabric.
Sam uses one hand to gently rub my clit. I gasp, holding myself steady against the seat as my spine bows. He grins as he watches me get more creative with pressure and friction. My hips rock back and forth, begging for more.
One hand comes up and lightly rubs my nipples. I keep my eyes closed, head thrown back. I try to twist under his hands to spread the sensations.
Without warning, he reaches around and grabs my ass, lips reaching for my clit. He presses it with his tongue, teasing it with the tip. He uses his lips, sliding them across it, alternating between tongue and lips.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he moves down, joyful moan slipping out as he puts his mouth deep into my pussy. I rock my hips forward, sharp panting breaths coming out of me.
I want to grab his head and urge him deeper, but I’m braced against the seat with both arms. If I let go, I’ll fall to the floor. I’m not worried about falling, I just don’t want the pleasure to stop.
Sam moves back to my clit, bringing up one hand to tease my pussy while he eats the clit. The feel of two fingers sliding into me while he sucks and licks my clit is too much. I have to move.
I bring one hand down on to his head.
He grabs my ass with his free hand, squeezing my cheeks as he pumps me hard with two fingers. I rock hard with my hips, holding his mouth exactly where I want it. The orgasm is slow to build.
I can feel it there, just out of reach.
“Don’t move… Don’t move…” I whisper breathlessly, jerking my hips against the force of my hand on the back of his head. Keeping his lips on my clit.
“Oh, oh, oooh…” My breath shudders out of me and the orgasm comes from two places at once, muscles clenching and spasms coming from deep inside, and my clit shuddering and sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body.
The two orgasms seem to run into each other, somewhere inside, where they feed on each other and throbbing waves of pleasure rock through my every cell.
When I can think, I blink a few times. I raise my head to see Sam sitting between my knees, watching me with a smile.
“I love watching you,” he whispers breathily, “you’re so gorgeous. It gives me so much pleasure to know I can make you feel that good.”
My smile is slow and lazy. I reach forward, grinning. He sits up and takes my face in his hands. I kiss him a long time and let it linger, exploring deep into his mouth, small moans of pleasure slipping out from both of us. My hands explore his neck to his shoulders, down his bulging arms and flat belly.
I pull back, just a little, so I can look into his eyes.
“I need to be fucked now. After all that foreplay, I’m aching inside. And even after that orgasm, I feel an ache, so deep in me. Only your cock can find it. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep.”
He smiles slowly, kissing me once more. He pulls me forward.
“Lean on the seat, on your knees.” He shuffles back to give me room. I lean on my elbows on the seat, leather creaking under me.
I feel Sam come up behind me, touching my ass
gently. He leans in and kisses my pussy, moving his lips and mouth over the deep lips.
The ache inside me is getting stronger and harder. It feels sharp somehow, growing the longer he teases me.
“Put it in. God, Sam, please! Put your big hard cock in me and fuck me!”
He keeps eating me out, slowly, softly. Tongue and lips gentle and lazy. My hands ball up into fists. I rock myself forward, bringing my ass up higher as I position my knees even further apart.
“Please fuck me, Sam. Fuck me now!” I’m gasping with need, pressed against the leather seat, rocking gently to the motion of the limo.
Finally, I feel his mouth move away. He grabs my hips firmly.
“Forgive me, my lady. I don’t ever mean to disobey you, but your pussy was too tasty. I got terribly distracted.” He starts sliding his cock in slowly.
Too slowly. I claw madly on the seat, trying to thrust myself back on to his cock. But Sam holds my hips, not letting me move. He forces me to stay still while he slides in. I can feel my pussy stretching around him, cock getting harder and harder as he watches the show.
I’m trembling, I can’t take much more of this. The sensation of his cock sliding slowly into me, pushing my lips apart is utterly exquisite.
But it’s not enough. The ache is deep, deep inside, and it won’t be satisfied until he thrashes me, not until he fucks me so hard and fast that my pussy muscles are forced to give up and loosen.
Right now, my pussy just keeps getting tighter and tighter, fighting the hardness of his cock.
I feel the warmth of his body against me as his cock reaches that spot, deep inside. He goes still, holding himself tense all over. I grab the seat and force myself backwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper. I screw my hips from side to side and thrash up and down as he stays still and hard, cock thrust out like a massive flagpole.
I stop, gasping, shaking, trembling against the seat. For all my movement, that hard aching place inside me still burns.
I feel Sam grip my hips, lightly stroking across my lower back.
“Are you done now? Are you going to let me fuck you?”
