by Kara Hart
“No. It’s not,” she says. “And you weren’t being that much of an ass. It’s Susan. She obviously hates me and I definitely understand why. It’s just such a clusterfuck and I felt embarrassed about everything. Believe me, I’ve been thinking about you too. I don’t know why. I just have been. I just wanted things to go a bit more smoothly, you know?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I know. I didn’t expect her to walk in so abruptly.”
“Well, everything is okay, by the way. I think I just needed some time to process everything. Thank you for the flower. I love sunflowers so much,” she says.
She stands up and grabs her things. However, I’m in front of her path and I’m not moving just yet. “You going home, I’m assuming?” I ask her.
“I was thinking about it,” she says. Her voice has dropped to a mere whisper and her lids have grown heavy.
“You could always spend the night here,” I say.
My lips are inches away from hers. She closes her eyes and nods her head slowly. “Yeah, I probably could,” she says.
Right when our lips are about to meet again, for the second time, I turn my head and walk upstairs. “It’s your decision,” I say, leaving the door open for her, in case she decides to come in.
Ten seconds later, I hear her footsteps, faint and undecided. Yet, she knows what she’s about to do, what she’s been thinking about since we met. I know it too, deep inside, where I carry the darkest of thoughts. Tonight, I want to let them all out. Tonight, I want to be my uninhibited self, alive and ready to feel something real for once.
In my room, I sit on my bed, hard as a rock. I undo my belt and take off my shirt. When I see her in the hallway, she’s barely moving. She stops in the center of the hall and takes off every article of clothing. Her body reflects slightly, even in the shadows, as she bends back and displays what she has to offer, almost ballerina-like. Her hands touch the ceiling. She pushes her ass out and I know exactly what to do.
I take off my boots, my pants, and all the other dead weight that’s attached to my body. I grab my belt and move through the hallway, toward her. I wrap the leather ends around her waist and pull her close to me. “You can’t escape me now,” I say.
“Take me like I’m yours,” she whispers.
There are no footsteps. There is no one to ruin this moment. Lisa is in the other room, but she’s sound asleep. Right now, it’s just Emily Carter and me. This is, after all, why I hired her. Now, she can get to work for me.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her. “Show me how you please a man.”
She smiles innocently, but the angles on her upper lips turn deviant. She’s a bad girl tonight, one who likes to show off her tricks of seduction. It’s all to please me. It’s all for me. Lowering her body, she moves left to right, until her knees hit the floor, alongside that perfect ass. I tease her, holding my cock away from her mouth. I reach down and feel her smooth cheeks. I run my thumb across her lips. She slides out that tongue of hers and I move two fingers across it. Her lips close around them. I grow even harder.
“I want it,” she whispers. “I want it so bad, Michael.”
“It’s all yours, baby.”
My hand runs through her hair. It’s soft and thick, clean, with a hint of caramel brown. Her mouth turns into a smile as she pushes her head against my hand. “Good, kitten,” I smile back.
I’m ready now. I’m beyond ready. She opens that mouth of hers and catches the tip of my cock. She pushes down further and further, until her lips have slid all the way around my shaft. I enter a world of pleasure. Moaning loudly, I push my hands against the hallway walls, making sure I don’t fall to the ground. “Fuck, baby,” I moan. “You’re good at this.”
Her eyes look up at me, smiling, yet knowing. She’s a bad girl, deep down, with a good girl’s heart. She’s got the body to prove it and the soul to show it. Right now, I’m the luckiest guy on the planet. I have Emily Carter and she’s got my cock down her throat, pushing as far as it can go.
She releases, saliva dripping down onto both of us. I fall to my knees and grab her cheeks again. I look her in the eyes and kiss her. “You’re dirty,” she says. I nod. I don’t give a fuck. I want this so bad. I spin her around so fast that, when her hands hit the wall, two picture frames fall to the carpet.
“Oh!” she screams. I grab her ass, running my hands all around her cheeks. I smack the right one as hard as I can and move to the left. “Yes!” she groans, teeth closed. “Spank me! Harder!”
“Who’s the dirty one now?” I wonder to myself.
I lick her from behind, top to bottom. I make sure she’s ready for me. I hold the back of her hair into a ponytail and kiss the side of her neck. “Ready for me, sweetheart?” I whisper.
She tries to nod her head, but can’t because I’ve got her hair in a bunch. I’m in control of her now. “Tell me,” I say. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I need your cock, Michael. Please,” she pleads.
I move in closer. I feel her lips touch the very tip of my cock. I breathe deeply and close my eyes, for fear of losing it already. I feel myself enter her and the warmth is as undeniable, as it is incredible. Why have I been denying myself this for so long? Why have I been so pious, living a bullshit ascetic life? The only answer I can give is that I’ve been waiting for her, Emily.
The deeper I go, the faster I sink. How does a man rise up from this? You can’t. When you feel her ass push toward you, hitting your pelvis and thighs, the only thing you can do is pray for your life because there ain’t nothing as deadly and perfect as that. The frequency of her seething moans hit my ears and it drives me fucking crazy. My cock keeps growing inside her. “Yes,” she whispers. The sound of the “S” drags on further, like a feminine snake, and I’m engulfed.
Our sex is slow, deliberate, and deep. She gyrates those hips and I’m forced to let go of her hair. My eyes even start to water. Her pussy is so sweet, so tight, and so incredible that I know I’m not going to be able to let go. She turns her head and looks at me. The sides of her lips curl up, ever so slightly. Her eyelashes bat up and down. The reflective blue in her eyes shines like halos from up above.
She’s an angel. There’s no doubting that. Anyone who has eyes can see it. She has come from above to pull me out of this hell, and it starts with her hips. I pull away and smack her ass again. She turns over and lies on her back. She spreads those legs and tilts her head back.
“Do what you want,” she says.
I grab her thigh, hard, with one hand. With the other, I pinch her nipple lightly. I slide my cock in deep. Her breath is sharp and piercing. Her body is warm against mine. I thrust hard against her as her legs curl around my neck. I contort her body against the wall and she complies with my every wish.
I push my hands around her neck and feel the fragility of her inside my palm. She nods up and down, smiling at me. “Do it,” she says. “Choke me.” I thrust with conviction. I curl my hands around her throat. I don’t close them, for fear of taking it too far. The symbolism is enough for her.
She places her hands against mine. Her cheeks turn red and her thighs begin to shake. I let go of one hand and spit down against my thumb and index finger. I place it on her clit and rub, as I pound her into the ground. “Michael,” she moans. “I’m going to cum.”
I keep at it. I want to see her writhe against the floor. I want to see her completely lose it. I bend forward and kiss her. Her tongue pushes to the back of my mouth. I bite her lip and pull slightly. She does the same, but ultimately loses control. Her teeth begin to chatter and face grows warm. Enough is enough. She’s ready to show herself to me.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. Her head turns violently to the right, to the left, and then pushes back against the wall. Her legs shake. I kiss the top of her head and she lets out a moan so loud, and so deep, that it shocks me. It’s a feminine roar that turns me on to no end.
I fuck her faster and don’t let myself slow down, nor do I stop. Our bodies gliste
n and my muscles have grown tight. I kiss her feet, I kiss her thighs, I kiss every damn corner of her body, and keep the images and feelings inside my mind forever. I’m drowning in her, drowning in the pool of our lust.
I close my eyes and feel the sharp vibration grow bigger and bigger. Eventually, I can’t hold on. I look over the edge and let myself go. The pleasure comes right from the center, right below my cock, shooting, until it spreads throughout my body. “Emily,” I moan. “I’m—” but she already knows. We’re both in the throes now.
Wave after wave of pulsating desire comes forth from my body. I open my eyes again and see her, in a different light. She’s soft, she’s cute, she’s smiling at me, while giving me those bedroom eyes. I come back down from heaven, back into her arms, and we tumble toward the bed, laughing.
“So much for not sleeping with my boss,” she says.
“Is that a rule of yours?” I ask her.
“It was when I saw how hot you were,” she says.
I touch her cheek and breathe heavily. Waves of endorphins are still flooding into my body. This woman, this bombshell is staring back at me, and I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world. I’ve broken out of my insane celibacy and now I feel free.
“But I’ve got a kid. Our lives are so different,” I whisper. “You know? You have so many options, so many possibilities. Being with you is freeing, I have to admit.”
She just shrugs. “It’s just fun,” she says. “And it turns me on that you’re so responsible. Guys aren’t normally like that. I think most men would have run away in your situation.”
I ignore that last bit. It doesn’t matter to me what other men would do. What matters is what I do for myself, and my family. That’s what I’ve learned. I have a duty to provide and to try and bring some semblance of humanity to this chaotic world.
“Are you staying here?” I ask her. I look at the clock. It’s one in the morning. It won’t be long before we have to go back into the garage again.
“I shouldn’t,” she says. “Besides, it’s hard for me to sleep in someone else’s bed.”
“You won’t stay? Not even if I beg?” I kiss her thighs and run my hands up to her waist. The good feelings never stop coming in, but if she leaves, I know they will. I’ll fall asleep in the darkness.
“You should check on Lisa,” she says, kissing my chest. She steps out of bed and puts on her panties.
“No, not the panties,” I say.
“I have to!” she laughs. I grab her and pull her back into bed, kissing her one last time.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll see you in just a few hours, anyway.”
“Exactly. You can handle it,” she says, dropping to the floor. She kisses my cock and curls her tongue out. Then, like the tease she is, she drops back and grabs the rest of her clothes. “See you tomorrow, boss man.”
“You’re torturous,” I groan.
“That’s me.” She smiles and walks down the hallway.
I hear that door close and lock. I have to laugh at myself for a second, before going to check on Lisa. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Michael?” I sigh.
Emily
What do I do when I get home from his house? Most people would go to bed, but I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s the way he acts so calm, when on the inside, he’s dark and brooding. It’s his body. It’s the way he touches me, kisses me, and holds me. He’s so fucking warm. Yet, it all feels so wrong. It feels forbidden. If we get caught by Susan, will his business go awry? Will she make my life a living hell?
Probably.
But that’s not stopping me… yet. There’s an undeniable pull about him and I can’t let go. I cum thinking about him tonight. I stay up all night with my legs enclosed over my hands. I’m dripping wet. It won’t stop. And when I close my eyes, I dream of intense heat, steam-filled rooms, and his powerful body, towering over me.
The next morning, I can barely wake up. I look at the clock and I’m already two minutes late. “Shit!” I exclaim. I jump out of bed, hair all frizzy and insane. I grab the clothes I wore yesterday and put them on. I look in the mirror. I’m a total wreck. “Fuck. Me,” I sigh. Well, it has to do. I’m fucking late and I don’t want Hanson getting pissed at me because I fuck the boss every now and then.
I drive over, going at least sixty miles per hour. I park in the driveway and jump out of the car. When I run in the garage, I’m completely out of breath. I look crazy, I know it. “I’m sorry!” I announce. “My phone. I must have hit snooze.”
Hanson looks over at me, and shrugs. “Stay an extra ten minutes after. It’s no big deal,” he says.
“Yeah, glad you’re safe,” Michael says.
“Okay…” I sit down quietly and eye Michael. He doesn’t look at me at all.
I grab my tools and start drilling. I do everything I need to do, getting more work done than I ever have. Still, he hasn’t said a word to me. What the fuck? I think to myself. Why is he ignoring me?
As the day progresses, I get more and more pissed off. This time, Michael goes to get food and I’m stuck with Hanson. There’s a huge purgatory of silence, until finally, I ask him, “What’s up with Michael?”
“Michael? What do you mean?” he laughs.
“I don’t know.” I lower my gaze and think for a second. “He just seems distant, right? Is it in my head?”
“I would just suggest finishing the work that you have and not thinking about those things. Michael gets into moods. He’s got a life full of heavy responsibilities,” he says
“Yeah, but he hasn’t said a word to me,” I say, feeling a bit let down. What was last night if it wasn’t something? Or am I just crazy for thinking it was anything except for a good fuck?
“Why do you care so much?” he asks. He holds back a faint smile, but his ears are waiting for something juicy to hear.
“No reason,” I say. I go back to work, but now, Hanson won’t stop staring at me. Finally, I have to just put everything down. “What? Why do you keep looking at me?”
“Because. Something is going on right now,” he says.
“Nothing is going on right now, actually,” I correct him with a hard lie.
He just shakes his head and laughs. He flat out asks me, “You fucked him, didn’t you?”
“That’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think?” But I’m blushing and I know I’m giving myself away.
“You fucked him and now you’re feeling weird about things.” He laughs and claps his hands on the desk he’s shaping. “Wow, I have to give it to you two. That happened pretty damn fast.”
“I never said we had sex! I was just asking a simple question,” I exclaim. At this point, however, I’m bright red and completely embarrassed. I wish I hadn’t said anything to Hanson. Now, it’s going to be a whole thing at work.
“No need to get so defensive,” he says. “If you didn’t do the crime, you didn’t do it. I don’t really care either way.”
“Good. Now, leave me alone.” I smile.
“Leave her alone, Hanson!” Michael’s booming voice comes in through the garage door. He walks in with lunch and sits down. “What is he doing now?” he asks me.
“Nothing.” I shake my head. “He’s just being a brat, as usual.”
“Typical,” Michael says. He places his hand on my thigh, in a friendly gesture, but removes it after Hanson sees him doing it. Hanson’s eyes widen.
“She’s mad that you haven’t said a word to her all day,” he says.
My head turns faster than a bullet shot out of a rifle. I glare at him with all the malice in the world. I mouth the words, Do not, and say, “I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it’s not the truth.”
“Are you really mad at me for not talking to you?” Michael asks.
I hang my head in shame. “I could care less what you do, Michael.” I sigh.
Hanson stands up and extends his hands in peace. “I’m just messing with you. She didn’t say anything of the sort,” he sa
ys.
“So, you’re just being a dick, as usual. Got it,” Michael says. Hanson frowns and grabs the food from him.
“At least there’s pizza,” he says.
Michael ignores him and looks at me. He motions for me to follow him inside. “Hanson, I’m going to check on Lisa real quick. Hold down the fort,” he says.
“Sure thing.”
I walk in behind him and shut the door. Lisa is sitting calmly on her bed, writing in her diary. When she looks up at Michael, we know almost immediately that we’re imposing on her. “Sorry,” he says. “Just checking in.”
“It’s fine,” she says.
When he looks at his daughter, his eyes look happy and full of life. His body seems to light up and his face is prideful. Lisa looks at him like he is everything. I sort of know the feeling, unfortunately. He’s perfect. Perfectly unavailable.
“So… what was it you wanted to show me?” I ask.
Again, he motions for me to follow him to a separate area of the house. We enter the kitchen, the first time I’ve seen it, and he leans against a counter. “Well, you have a wonderful kitchen.” I laugh.
“Come here,” he says. “I’ve been dying to see you.”
“It’s only been hours,” I say, but I’m moving toward him without any hesitance.
“I still can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers.
I fall into his arms, feeling them clasp around my waist. I lower my face and our lips meet, bringing the warmth I had thought I had lost, back into my body. I admit, “I can’t either,” as I lower my head onto his chest.
It’s a revelation I don’t want to utter out loud, but I can’t help how I feel. It’s been tearing at me all night. He’s the hottest guy on the planet, by far, and he wants me. I’m just some damaged girl who fled her crazy ex to start a new life. I’ve never felt like I was anything special, but to him, I am. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I can feel it by the way he touches me.
But a question begs to be answered. Will this sentiment last? Dennis used to say all those things. He used to be sweeter than syrup to me. Then, about a year into the relationship, everything changed. Things got real. Personalities came to the forefront and our true selves were revealed. Unfortunately, he took me with a grain of salt. Now, I’m here, crumbling before another man.
