by C. C. Snow
True to his word, his hips started a pistoning motion, slow at first, testing my readiness, then increasing in speed and depth as he felt my answering wetness. Even though this was all new to me, my body seemed to know what to do, gyrating in counterpoint to his movements. On every down thrust, he ground against my clit, pulling a small mewl from me. My thighs tightened around him and I wrapped my ankles behind his back. I was still wearing my ballet flats.
The floor was hard and unforgiving, but the discomfort was drowned completely by the tension in my lower body.
Something powerful was building and building. My body felt on the verge of losing all control and it felt terrifying.
Jake must have seen the fear in my eyes because he lowered his head and met my gaze. His green eyes were aglow with arousal and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, he crooned against my parted lips, “Let the pleasure take you, baby. Come for me.” He changed the angle of his pelvis slightly and he hit that same spot his fingers found.
“Jake! Oh my God!” My fingers curled into claws and raked down his back. I was sure he would be wearing my nail marks if the barrier of his shirt had not protected his skin. Knowing we were still fully clothed was a powerful aphrodisiac.
He thrust again and again, each time letting the tip of his cock work that magic spot for an extra beat.
I squeezed my eyes shut and I shattered into a million pieces. I screamed his name as my body went into convulsions of pleasure, my inner muscles clenching and releasing on his hard length. I kept chanting, “so good,” as each wave washed over me. Every single cell was bathed in bliss. My hands clasped weakly at his forearms.
“FUCK!” Jake spit out as his hips lost their rhythm.
My eyelids drifted halfway open and I saw Jake throw back his head, his features twisted as if he were in extreme pain. Sweat dotted his forehead. A groan came from deep inside his chest. He thrust hard into me and I felt the spurt of his warm seed coat my walls.
“Mine,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine. He burrowed his face into the crook of my neck and bit into the tendon connecting my shoulder.
“Jake!” The pain sharpened my senses and I swore it felt like he had gotten thicker. My sheath involuntarily spasmed and Jake’s teeth let go of my flesh, a look of shock etched on his face. He slammed his hips into me again and again. I didn’t think it was possible to climax again, but I fell over the edge with a surprised cry. My fingers clawed at the floor.
“So goddamn sexy,” he grunted. He pressed deep into me and I felt another gush of warmth fill me. With a muffled oomph, he dropped his weight, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Now that the storm was over, I started to feel all the aches and discomforts I had previously ignored. My ruined panties were still wrapped around one of my legs and his trousers were lowered enough to free his penis, but we were essentially still full clothed. The only place our skin touched was where we were intimately joined. He was still hard and thick and I was starting to feel the first twinges of soreness. My groin was embarrassingly wet and I could feel moisture leaking onto my thighs. The hardwood floor was digging into my shoulder blades and my vertebrae. With Jake’s not inconsiderable weight sandwiching me, it was difficult to breathe.
“Jake,” I whispered and pushed against his shoulders. “You’re too heavy.”
With a loud groan, he raised his head and looked into my face. My cheeks heated and I dropped my eyes, looking everywhere except at him. I didn’t regret having sex with him, but I wasn’t experienced enough to know what to do in the aftermath. The last time this happened, I had run back to my dorm room to hide. Somehow I didn’t think Jake would let me hide from anything.
He uttered a foul word, wrapped his arms around me and then flipped onto his back without breaking our connection. I squeaked as the world righted itself. The pressure was relieved from my back, but Jake’s body was just as unforgiving as the ground. My legs straddled his hips and my hands braced against his chest. He looked up at me with a sated look in his eyes and raised his head to kiss my lips gently. A hand guided my head lower until my cheek rested on his shoulder.
“Don’t move, baby. I want to hold you,” he said into my hair. His hands roamed over my back and massaged my sore muscles. I moaned as his fingers found a particularly tender spot. I closed my eyes and sighed.
“I’m sorry, Cora. I didn’t mean to take you on a hard floor like an uncivilized beast. I’ve wanted you for so long I just lost control.” A rueful note entered his voice. “And you felt so wet and tight on my cock, I took you like an animal. In fact, I’m still hard for you.” His hips pulsed and my eyes popped open as his cock flexed inside me. I made an indistinct sound of dismay and he reassured me. “It’s okay. I know you can’t take me again. I love that my cum is in you, baby.”
His dirty talk made me hide my face in his hard chest. He smelled faintly of soap and clean sweat.
“I just want to stay in you for a little longer. If I pull out, I can’t get back in without hurting you. Tell me why you’re as tight as a virgin, baby.”
My fingers started playing with his shirt buttons, needing something to concentrate on instead of my words. “Um… I never had time to date between work and family stuff.” I shrugged. “I had sex with a boy in college once.” His hands tightened around me. “But it was a clumsy, bumbling experience. It didn’t seem worth repeating. I figured I wasn’t very good at sex.”
“Baby, you are fantastic at sex. But only with me.” He sounded insufferably self-satisfied.
I made a loud snort at his cockiness. He responded with a playful swat on my backside and I gasped indignantly.
He chuckled. “None of your sass, baby. As I was saying, you were so sexy, you made me crazed with lust. You made me come twice and I still can’t get enough. That’s never happened to me before.”
I tensed at the reference to his vast experience.
He pinched the back of my stiff neck between his fingers and thumb and massaged the tension out of it. He read my mind. “Shh… don’t freeze up on me, baby. It’s just you and me here. Next time I want you naked on my bed. I can’t believe I didn’t even take time to undress you.” He squeezed my breast and I bit my lip as pleasure zapped through me. His voice grew huskier. “I want to see these pretty tits and lick every inch. Then I want to take your sweet nipples into my mouth.” My buds beaded painfully at the image he painted. His fingers pinched one of my nipples and I shuddered. “Hmm… you’re so sensitive. I bet I could make you come from sucking on them.”
His words aroused me unbearably and I ground my pelvis against him. Pain and pleasure made me cry out.
“Fuck! Don’t move, Cora.” His hands snapped to my hips and held me motionless. “I’ll take care of you.”
His right hand crept between our bodies until he found the swollen knot at the top of my thighs. With sure swipes of his fingers, he stimulated the bud until I was panting against him. His other hand prevented me from moving. All I could do was surrender to his ministrations.
“Give me a kiss.”
I raised my head and latched onto his lips. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to his decadent taste.
He flicked my clit harder and I felt the familiar tightening in my lower body.
“Jake!” I broke away with a shocked gasp as I felt the first tide wash over me. Then a bigger wave sucked me under. This time, the pleasure was slow and voluptuous, like a ten course meal for my senses.
By the time I came back to reality, I was sprawled on top of Jake, boneless with satisfaction. His fingers were combing through my tangled hair.
“I’d like to stay like this all night with you, but sadly we can’t.” He lifted my hips up and I moaned as he pulled out of my pussy. Wetness dripped out of me and I turned red. I squeezed my thighs together, but that didn’t help.
Jake sat up and snagged his jacket. He took out a pristine handkerchief from his inner pocket and pressed it between my thighs. Embarrassed, I tried to take over, but he held firm
. “Let me.” He was infinitely gentle as he wiped my folds. Then he folded the fabric and efficiently cleaned himself before pulling up his boxer briefs and pants. I noticed he had not come and was still engorged.
He stood and helped me to my feet. My legs were still weak and I clung onto him for a moment. My panties dropped around my foot and I was sure my cheeks were somewhere on the chili pepper scale of redness.
He bent down and unhooked my black lace panties. Grinning devilishly, he tucked it and his handkerchief into his trousers.
“Jake, give those back!” I held my hand out. I was painfully aware that I was bare ass naked under my skirt.
“No, I think I’m going to keep it as a souvenir of our first time together.” He ignored my sound of protest and hooked his jacket over his shoulder. “Now, why don’t we go to my apartment and get cleaned up. Then I’ll take you and Marcus out for dinner.”
I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights because he looked amused. “Baby, what did you imagine was going to happen after we had sex?”
I honestly hadn’t considered it. “Um…I don’t know.”
He seemed less than pleased with my answer. Crowding into my space, he spoke in an implacable tone. “I know you’re afraid of letting me close, I want to be crystal clear. Once you let me into your body, you’re mine. That means we’re dating. Exclusively. No more pushing me away. No more denying me. No more flirting with Troy or Dale or any male for that matter.”
My mouth dropped open at his dictatorial tone. “I already told you I wasn’t flirting with them! It’s all in your warped imagination.”
“You’re too nice to them. Maybe you should stop smiling so much.”
His Exaltedness was making an unwanted comeback. “And you’re insane! I didn’t do anything wrong and I’m not going to stop being myself just because you don’t like it.”
“Okay, I’m willing to compromise. You agree not to have lunch with Troy anymore.” He made it sound like he was being magnanimous.
“Ha! Hell no!” I scoffed. Not only did he not have the right to dictate who I could see or not see, I enjoyed spending time with Troy. There was no reason for Jake to be jealous. I could never view Troy in a romantic light.
Jake had the nerve to growl at me.
I considered his other demands. He was right. As soon as I had sex with him, I had made the decision to get involved with him. I was sure it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but my heart was not giving me a choice.
“I’m fine with dating, but I have a few conditions. One: no cheating, even in thought. When you are interested in someone else, you let me know and we end it. I’ll do the same.” I tacked on the last for pride’s sake. I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else but Jake, but I didn’t want him to know how deeply I’d already fallen for him. My heart ached just thinking about him moving on to the next woman.
He looked furious with my demand, but he nodded.
“Two: When you move on, I want to be transferred to another department.”
Folding his arms over his chest, he gnashed his teeth. I didn’t know why he was so annoyed by my conditions since they were perfectly reasonable. He looked like he was about to open his mouth to lambaste me, but he nodded curtly.
“And three: I don’t want anyone at work to find out about us.”
“Why the hell not?”
There was a faint thread of hurt in his voice and I chose my words carefully. “Jake, I don’t want to be fodder for the gossip mill. Everyone on my old floor already thinks I slept my way–”
“I’ll fire their asses!”
“And that is exactly why we can’t tell anyone. The staff will walk on eggshells around me, fearing for their jobs. Or they won’t respect me. Or they’ll start kissing up to me, thinking I have an ‘in’ with the boss. Maybe you should switch me to another department now. Our affair probably violates some personnel rules already.” I frowned thinking about the complications.
“Hell no! You’re staying as my assistant. And stop calling it an affair, damn it! It’s a relationship. And it doesn’t violate anything if I say it doesn’t.”
I huffed out a breath and prayed for patience. He was so damn stubborn. Of course, he’d probably claim I was the stubborn one. “Fine, but no touching or kissing at work. It’s easier for me to separate the two roles in my mind. Otherwise I’ll slip up in a board meeting or conference call and embarrass us.”
He narrowed his eyes. “If I have to give up kissing you for eight hours a day, then I have conditions.”
“What?” I eyed him suspiciously.
“You move into this apartment.”
“Hell no! That is non-negotiable.”
“You’re so goddamn stubborn.”
“Ha! I knew you were going to say that. And I’m not being stubborn. I’m being practical. I can’t afford a place like this.”
“Fine! I’m giving you a raise. The apartment will be part of your new contract.”
“Then I quit,” I shouted. My hands were curled into fists. He had pushed me too far. His Exaltedness might be used to people kowtowing to his wishes, but I wasn’t one of his supplicants.
Cursing a blue streak, he paced around the empty room, every now and then glaring at me, probably trying to find my weak spot.
I tapped my foot impatiently. “You said conditions. What are the others?”
“Lunchtime is personal time. I want my lover, not my assistant when we have lunch together.”
I weighed the pros and cons. “Okay.” I hated that we were negotiating our relationship like a business deal so I said softly, “I’d like that.”
That seemed to soften him up.
“Anything else?”
“I want weekends.”
“Marcus–”
“I don’t plan to be hidden like a dirty little secret from him,” he said savagely.
I snagged his hand to stop his pacing. “I never planned to hide it from him. Besides, he’s too smart for his own good; he’ll figure it out eventually. I meant to say I still have to prioritize Marcus.” I peeked at him uncertainly.
He pulled me close, his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. His eyes were solemn. “Yes, I understand that. We can go out together. I just want you to make time for us.”
“Okay.” I gulped at the concept of there being an “us.” It felt fantastical that I had the right to kiss and touch this man whenever I wanted. To test my theory, I rose on my toes and kissed his chin. My spontaneous action brought a smile to his face and I had to irresistible urge to kiss his dimple so I did, letting my tongue taste the indentation.
That led to some more kisses and that went a little out of control. We were breathless when we broke apart. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of the light of desire in his gorgeous eyes.
“Let’s get going.” Jake entwined our hands together and tugged me toward the exit.
Chapter 13: Jake
I looked down at Cora as we walked to the elevator. It felt unreal that she was finally mine.
She didn’t know it, but she was mine the moment I saw her outside work late one night. I was getting into my car and glanced over to see her beautiful face lit by the entrance lights. I couldn’t see all her features clearly, but her face had the soft curves of a goddess in a Botticelli painting. Her plush mouth was pure sin. With her dark hair flying wildly in the winter wind, she had looked directly at me and I thought she saw straight into my soul. Then like a phantom, she had walked into the night. I had cursed myself for not running after her. For weeks, she haunted my dreams.
Then fate had intervened when she fixed that mistake on the contract. When Dave from Personnel had brought me the file, I had taken one look at her picture and I knew she was my ghost from that night.
When I had offered her the job as my assistant, I hadn’t made a conscious decision that this was where we would end up. I just followed my instincts. Something deep inside me demanded that I keep her close to me.
From day one, she h
ad wrought extreme reactions from me. For the first time in my life, I was jealous of a woman’s interactions with other males, including my own brother. The bastard knew it too and took every opportunity to taunt me by flirting outrageously with Cora. I had to take drastic measures to keep him away from her.
My physical attraction to her was distracting as hell, especially when she wore clothes that showcased her fantastic figure. I almost regretted offering her the clothing allowance. When she walked ahead of me and I got a glimpse of her heart-shaped ass, I got hard. When she bent over to pick up something and her normally modest blouses gaped, I got hard. Sometimes, just a whiff of her clean scent was enough to give me a boner. It made work damn uncomfortable.
When I found out about her family situation, I had a primal need to protect and take care of her, even though she fought me tooth and nail. Unlike any other woman I’ve dated before, Cora refused to accept anything from me. It was both admirable and infuriating.
And over the last few weeks, I discovered I admired all her qualities– her love for her brother, her sense of honor, her kindness, her intelligence, her irreverence, her modesty, and yes, even her goddamn obstinacy.
Initially, like any bachelor, I was in denial about what was happening to me, but the night we kissed in the stairwell and she threatened to quit, I knew fate had me beat. I knew I had to make her mine– body and soul.
I already accomplished the former and my body was still thrumming with satisfaction.
She was the sexiest thing I had ever encountered. She was so responsive to my every touch, writhing and moaning under me. It had gone straight to my head and hardened my dick to the point of pain.
And when my cock finally got inside her…Holy Mother of God! It was in fucking heaven. Her pussy was made for me, tight, wet and velvety soft. That we were fucking without anything between us had felt out of this world amazing. I had never had sex without a condom and I never wanted to until I met her. But something primitive in me had wanted to mark her. Now that I knew how it felt to come inside her bare, there was no going back.
