by Ruby Steele
"I felt the same. I couldn't stop dreaming about you." She runs her fingers through my hair, which makes me shiver. "I kept waking up and then touching myself, but it wasn't the same as you touching me."
Jesus fucking Christ. This girl is going to kill me. It doesn't help that she's apparently decided to get rid of her dowdy clothes and dress like a seductress. Today, her blouse gives her a nice amount of cleavage, and she's wearing a pencil skirt with no tights. This both delights and pisses me off. It gives me easy access, which I appreciate as I pull her skirt up and reveal her barely-there panties. But it makes me angry because it means any other red-blooded man in the vicinity will have noticed, too.
"How do you like to touch yourself?" I ask as I push the silk away from her pussy, petting her soft curls. "Do you like to finger yourself? Or do you just rub your clit until you come?"
She trembles in my arms. "Um..."
I smile. "Tell me, baby."
"I like to use my vibrator," she finally admits.
For that, I spank her ass. "What a naughty girl. What kind of vibrator? Tell me."
"Um, it's purple," she says as I slowly part her pussy lips and find her soaking wet already. My cock throbs. "And it's just for my clit."
"And what do you do while you're rubbing your clit? Do you watch porn?"
She shakes her head, and then she gasps when I spread her entrance with her own fluid. "Sometimes, but I like to read stuff. Usually I get so turned on that it doesn't take long to orgasm."
The image of her, with her legs parted and her pussy flushed with pleasure, her head tipped back as she presses her vibrator against her clit? Her toes curling, her mouth agape? Fuck, I'm close to coming just from thinking about it.
That's definitely something I need to see someday.
But not right now. Right now, I want my mouth on that pussy I haven’t stopped thinking about for days.
"Get on the desk," I command. "And take off your panties."
Her eyes widen a little, but she does as I say. I kneel in front of her and, after placing her legs over my shoulders, I take in the sweet pink of her femininity. Her clit has just emerged from its hood, and she's so wet. A bead of fluid slowly drips from her pussy lips, and I can't stop myself from touching my tongue to that droplet. She gasps.
She tastes amazing. I lick through her folds thoroughly, slowly, and although she seems tense at first, she surrenders within moments.
"You've never had your pussy licked, have you?" I croon. "Tell me how you want it, Kate."
She shakes her head. "I don't—it's all good. I love it. Don't stop."
I take her hand and press it to her mouth. "Bite your hand to keep from screaming, baby. I don't want Greta coming in here and seeing you all soaked and trembling as I eat you out."
She moans, but she covers her mouth.
I smile. I part her inner lips to give myself better access, and I lick from bottom to top. I suckle and I kiss, and she only grows wetter against my tongue. I lap at her. I can't get enough of her.
I circle her entrance with my tongue before I push the tip inside her. She squeals, but it’s a muffled sound now. Her legs tremble. I fuck her that way, but I know she needs her clit rubbed to get off. But I make her wait. I want to make her crazy with desire.
Based on the way she’s trying to fuck my face, she's getting close. I lightly tap her clit as I lick her pussy, and the bundle of nerves only emerges further from its hood, begging for me like Kate herself is begging me to let her come.
I pull her closer to me, my fingers digging into her thighs, and I suck her clit into my mouth. With just a few pulls, she comes. I hear her scream in her throat, and I gaze up at her as I keep licking her clit. She's dripping, soaking, her pussy pulsing with her orgasm, over and over again. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
I get to my feet and move her hand to my straining cock. "Touch me," I rumble. I need her fingers around my cock, stroking me off, more than I need anything else.
She's flushed and her pupils are wide. But she's a quick learner, my little virgin. With quick movements, she unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants, delving inside to pull out my engorged cock. Her eyes widen when she sees me.
A bead of pre-cum already lingers at the tip. She gives me a look that says she doesn't know what to do. It makes me smile.
"Grip me. Harder. There you go. Now move your hand up and down, but before that..." I slick my fingers through her wetness and smear it on my cock.
She bites her lip. And then, she moves her hand up, then down.
It's slow—torturously slow—at first. My toes curl inside my shoes. Watching her slim fingers surround my cock is the hottest thing I've ever seen, besides her coming with my mouth on her pussy. Her rhythm picks up, and when I tell her to grip me even harder, she does.
"Put your mouth on it." I hardly even recognize my voice.
I'm afraid I've freaked her out, but to my surprise, she smiles. A vixen's smile. Then she swirls her tongue around the tip as she grips me, strokes me, pulling. The silken heat of her mouth and her fingers only makes me grow larger.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I close my eyes, but I don't want to miss this. I keep my eyes on her as my balls draw up, as my orgasm tingles in the small of my back.
"I'm coming," I grunt, and then I explode. I come on her hand, seemingly endlessly, and it drips onto her skirt, marking her.
With her hand still around my cock, I kiss her. I've never come that hard, and especially not from a hand job. Goddamn, what is this girl doing to me?
She gives me a tentative smile. "It was good?"
I growl, low and deep. "It was fucking amazing."
We clean up as best we can, because I have a meeting and my little intern needs to get back to work. I wish I could take her home and fuck her good, but that would be irresponsible.
I snort. As irresponsible as eating her pussy in my office? Probably not.
But I can't stop myself. I'm officially obsessed with Kate McMurray, and no matter what the world says, I'm going to take her virginity. I'm going to fuck her until I can finally overcome this fixation with her.
11
Kate
I'm on Cloud 9. I'm so happy that even Beth has decided not to judge me for hooking up with my boss. Tiff, of course, has been totally supportive while also giving me sex tips. She'd love for me to give her every detail, mostly because she's nosy and loves any dirty gossip that comes her way.
Every day that I've gone to Prestige Marketing, I've met with Gabriel in his office to continue his mentoring sessions. We do some work, but inevitably, he touches me and everything else is forgotten. He's kissed me, touched me, made me come so many times that I can't believe any of this is happening.
He still hasn't taken my virginity, though.
"I'm not going to rush you," he told me just yesterday.
I wanted to tell him to rush, please, rush! But then he stroked me with his clever fingers, and I forgot everything for a time.
Now, I'm sitting with Beth at our favorite coffee shop while attempting to get homework done. I'm pretty useless and keep daydreaming. Beth frowns at me periodically and eventually she just sighs and slams her book closed.
I jump.
"Why are you even here if you're not going to do anything?" she asks. She doesn't say it in a mean voice; she's more exasperated.
I blush. "Sorry." I shuffle through my papers, trying to remember where I left off. "I'm pretty distracted lately."
She snorts. "That's the understatement of the year. Do you want to take a rain check on all of this?"
"No, only because I don't have time. I've already gotten behind..." I blush again, thinking about the person who’s gotten me so distracted.
Beth just throws her pen at me when I start daydreaming again. I duck before bursting into laughter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I open my textbook to the same page as her. "Let's get started. I promise to behave."
She makes a noncommittal noise. She doesn't ge
t pissed at me again because I do my damndest to push Gabriel from my mind.
Unfortunately for the both of us, fate has other plans. When we're in the middle of our study session, I spot a tall man enter the coffee shop. My body thrills when I realize it's none other than Gabriel.
I inhale a breath. Beth looks up from her book and then looks over her shoulder. "Oh," is all she says.
For some reason, I want to hide underneath the table. I'm not wearing a smidgen of makeup, and I'm wearing oversized sweats and a ratty t-shirt.
"Shit, Beth, I have to hide!" I look around. "He can't see me like this!"
"What, studying?"
I roll my eyes. "No, like a total hobo. Oh my God, he's coming over here!"
"Probably because he heard you squawking so loudly."
I kick her under the table. She grunts.
He smiles when he sees me. Shit, shit, SHIT! Why is it that Gabriel always finds me in the most embarrassing situations?
I’m only thankful that this time around, my breasts are fully covered.
"Kate, imagine meeting you here." Gabriel strolls up to our table, looking as handsome as ever. Instead of his usual suit and tie, he's wearing a blue sweater and jeans. Somehow, he looks even yummier. Maybe because he doesn't seem as imposing.
"What are you doing here?" is the first thing that tumbles from my mouth. I wince, because I sound like I'm in trouble or something. "Not that you can't come to the same coffee place as me. Um." I turn to Beth. "Have you met Beth? She's my roommate."
Gabriel, all smoothness and politeness, shakes Beth's hand. “We sort of met, but weren’t introduced. Nice to meet you."
Beth—cool and collected Beth—even seems flustered by Gabriel. Her cheeks are red, and she mumbles something to his greeting that I can't hear. She goes back to busying herself with her homework, effectively ignoring him.
At least it’s not just me!
"This is one of my favorite coffee places," Gabriel says as he speaks directly to me. "Do you want to get something?"
Yes, maybe, can I go home and put something else on? I think. I open my mouth to respond, when I hear a voice.
A voice I didn't think I'd ever hear again.
"Gabriel? Is that you? What a coincidence!" Diana glides up to us, looking stunning in a tight silk dress and heels. Her blond hair tumbles down her back in perfect waves.
I sink back into my chair. What is she doing here? And who fucking wears a dress that tight to get coffee?
I would really like to toss my coffee all over that expensive dress. It’s petty, but a coil of jealousy only tightens in mu gut when she throws her arms around Gabriel. He doesn't respond, and I watch the tableau with a mixture of confusion, interest, and envy.
Didn't Gabriel tell me he and Diana were over?
Based on her body language, it definitely isn't.
When she hugs him, she lingers, and that's when I see it: an engagement ring on her left hand.
Dizziness swamps me. It was her right hand, not her left. You were just seeing things. This is what I tell myself, my heart pounding, but when she stands in front of Gabriel, she makes a point to flash her left hand in my direction.
It's an engagement ring. And who else could've given her a rock that big except Gabriel? Diana presses his arm. He grunts something, and they leave for a table across the café.
I'm going to be sick. I see Diana smile at me as she sits down with Gabriel, her prize. I don't want to look at Gabriel. Just because he's acting like nothing's going on doesn't mean anything. Tears press against my eyelids, and I make a noise.
Beth gives me a concerned look. "What is it? Are you okay?" she whispers.
I shake my head. "I need to go. Did you see she was wearing a ring?"
"What?"
"An engagement ring!" I'm almost sobbing, but then a flare of anger bursts inside me. Goddammit! I should’ve believed my eyes the first time around! "Oh my God, he told me they weren't together, and I wanted to believe it, but..." I stuff my papers and books into my satchel without really seeing what I'm doing. I can only see that giant diamond. I’m trembling with anger now.
Beth's eyes widen. She glances over her shoulder at the couple. "Are you sure? Kate, wait, don't go yet."
"I have to. I can't stay here."
Even though Beth tries to stop me, I won't let her. I practically sprint from the coffee shop, tears of rage blinding my vision. I’m angry at Gabriel, of course, but mostly I’m mad at myself for letting myself be deceived. Imagining yanking Diana’s extensions from her head gives me a small amount of pleasure. There’s no way all of those blond locks are her own.
I wander, pissed and confused, and I have no destination in mind. Beth drove us, and it's too far to walk home. I don't know what I'm going to do. I should get a cab, or take the bus, or fall off the nearest cliff because this fucking sucks—
"Kate! Kate, wait!"
I freeze. I look over my shoulder to see Gabriel pushing past people to get to me.
I want to bolt. I want to run and run until he never finds me. But as he gets closer to me, I don't move. Instead, I just get madder. I’m like a spitting cat, fur standing on end. When he's only half of a foot from me, I raise my hand to slap him.
He catches my hand before I can touch him. I growl like some kind of wild animal, and I wrench my hand free.
"Go to hell, Gabriel Carter!" I'm so angry I can barely think. I'm breathing hard, and I feel so betrayed. God, I’m an idiot!
"What has gotten into you?" He drags me away, but we're gathering so much attention that it's a wonder no one's tried to help me. I'm close to screaming, but Gabriel gives me such a dark look that I shut my mouth.
Fine. He can try to explain all he wants. It won't change a damn thing.
He takes me to his car, and I get in the passenger seat despite the fact that it's a terrible idea. I cross my arms and refuse to look at him.
Driving away, he demands, "What the fuck was that, Kate? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
I twist toward him. "Me? Lost my mind? Fuck you, Gabriel! I'm not the one with a fiancée that I'm two-timing!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
I stare at him incredulously. "Seriously? Diana comes in wearing your ring and you're going to act like—"
"It wasn't my ring." His voice is a snarl, dangerous and predatory. We stop at a red light, and he leans so close I can feel his hot breath on my face. "I don't know who gave her that ring, or how she knew I'd be at that cafe. She's crazy. But we are not together, Kate."
I want to believe him, but the evidence points to the contrary. I swallow a sob.
"Take me home, please," is all I say.
His expression is so dark, his lips thin, his jaw clenched, that I’m not sure who’s angrier: me or him.
I don't even notice where we're going, but when he parks his car, I realize we aren't at my apartment complex.
"Where are we?" I look over at him. "Where did you take me?"
He smiles grimly. "To my place." He takes my face in his hands, his eyes glittering. "I am not with Diana. We're over. I swear to you, Kate. On everything I own and know. We are not together or engaged."
I stare at him. His face, his expression, his voice—all of it seem so sincere. I want to believe him.
"But..."
He presses a finger to my lips. "I'm taking you upstairs, and I'm going to fuck you senseless because we both need it. But mostly I intend to show you how I feel about you. I’ve wanted you since you came into my office and I realized you were the one who sent me those photos. It’s been no one but you. Not Diana, not anyone. Got it?"
I blink. I should probably object. But then he kisses me—ravenously, like he owns my very soul—and I don't say no. I can’t say no, because I want him so much it’s almost unbearable.
My voice is a mere whisper now: "Yes, Gabriel. Make me yours."
Gabriel takes me up to his apartment, which is really more like five apartments in size. It has a gorge
ous view of the city with its floor-to-ceiling glass windows. If I weren't already nervous and desperate for him, I might be intimidated by how lavish his place is.
He doesn't give me time to take in the decor, though.
Picking me up, he carries me to his bedroom, which is absolutely huge. But I barely notice the dark red duvet or the expensive four-post bed or how the sun streams into the room through the windows. All I can see is Gabriel.
I sit up on the bed and lick my lips. His gaze darts to that small movement.
"Strip," he says, his eyes dark.
I should be freaking out. I should be so nervous that I can't move, but a sudden burst of courage gives me the strength to raise my t-shirt over my head. I'm wearing my boring bra, white cotton and nothing else, yet Gabriel looks like I've just revealed the sexiest of lingerie.
"Keep going." His voice is as dark as his eyes.
I get off the bed and stand before him, not taking my gaze from him as I shimmy out of my sweats. I'm not wearing any makeup, my hair is in a braid down my back, and my panties are as boring as my bra. But Gabriel makes me feel gorgeous anyway.
He doesn't touch me yet. I inhale a deep breath as I reach behind and unclasp my bra. My breasts are already heavy with need, my nipples hard and aching, and I can't stop myself from rubbing those tips.
"Fuck, Kate," he growls. He wraps an arm around me and almost attacks my breasts. I whimper.
"Yes, God, please touch me." I'm all need and desire and nothing else.
His tongue wraps around one peak and sucks so hard that I see stars. In a quick movement, he shreds my panties and tosses them aside. I let out a startled laugh.
"That's better. I want you naked, and you're not going to wear a fucking thing when you're with me." He palms my ass and then spanks it lightly. "Get on the bed and spread your legs."
I shiver and do as he says. He begins to strip out of his clothes, and my mouth waters. He's all muscle and golden skin, and when he reveals his chest and abs, I just get wetter.
He smiles at me, but it's a predatory smile. "Touch yourself, baby. I want to see those fingers on your pretty pussy."
