by S. Nelson
“You did?” he teased, pulling my earlobe gently through his teeth. He couldn’t care less what I was trying to ask him, his only concern surely to rid me of my clothes.
The fact my newest employee couldn’t stand him was weighing on me more than I thought it would. “What did you ever do to Megan to make her not like you?” I plucked a piece of lint off his sweater as I waited for his response.
“Who’s Megan?”
“She’s the new girl…you were giving me a hard time about…when you decided to drop by that one day.” I couldn’t believe he didn’t remember. It wasn’t as if I hired new people all the time. He shrugged as if he had no idea who I was talking about. “Well, she sure doesn’t think much of you at all. You must be losing the old Devera charm,” I teased as I playfully tapped his cheek.
“Never.” He laughed, digging his fingers into my sides as he tickled me. I fell back on the couch, trying to break his hold, but it was no use. He laid his body over mine and kissed me, his fingers poised to dig in again at the moment of his choosing. “Besides, I don’t care what anybody else thinks about me, except you.”
“But for her to not like you is weird, don’t you think?”
“Well, yeah. But I didn’t do anything to her, so I can’t really say why she’s turned off by me.” He pushed his arousal into my belly, stopping all conversations about Megan. “Wanna go to bed?”
How could I ever say no to that question?
Alek was not two steps over the threshold of the bedroom before he was stripping off his clothes. He was only a couple of paces in front of me, but it was enough of a head start for him to hop in bed and nestle in.
“Hurry up, baby. I’m getting lonely over here.” He flipped the covers back as I turned off the overhead light, licking my lips in anticipation of what was to come. Thankfully, the bedside lamp was still on because I almost tripped over his damn shoes.
Alek insisted there always be some sort of light on while we had sex. He said he loved to watch my body tremble under his touch, and watching my face as he made me come was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Who am I to argue?
After quickly discarding my clothes, I snuggled in close, throwing my leg over his waist and rubbing the neediest part of me against his excitement. I was tracing the lines of his chest when his voice startled me. “You know what? I do remember who you’re talking about.”
“Hmmm…” I panted, kissing his neck and inhaling his intoxicating scent.
“Sara? Did you hear me?” My answer to his question was to straddle his waist, grinding myself on top of him. But for some reason, he wasn’t having any of it. He pushed me back so I was sitting upright, his hands on my bare breasts as he held me in place. “Now that you mention it, I still want you to give me her information so I can do my own background check.”
Of course, he would pick right then to act like…himself. “Alek, we already discussed this before. I told you then and I’ll tell you now…I’m not giving you her information. It’s insulting you don’t trust I’ll do my homework.”
“But you don’t have the same experience I do when it comes to dealing with shady people, Sara. I know what to look for that you don’t.” The whole time I was sitting on top of him, his fingers played with my breasts, gently pinching my nipples between his fingers.
“Did you buy a P.I. firm I don’t know about?”
“Ha, ha. Very funny.” He flipped me onto my back, spreading my thighs with his leg. His fingers danced over my skin, goosebumps popping up the lower he ventured. Kissing my belly, he mumbled, “It would make me feel so much better if you just let me handle this.”
Swiveling my hips, I weaved my fingers through his hair as I pushed him lower still. “You’re doing perfect,” I moaned, “handling…this.”
Pressing my thighs wider apart, he tasted me. His tongue lavished me while his lips locked around my clit. Sucking gently, I thrust toward his face as I chased my orgasm. Just as I was on the brink, he pulled back. “What are you doing?” I cried out.
“Please, let me handle this.” He sat back on his knees as he ran his finger through my swollen folds.
“I was letting you handle it until you stopped. Now please, stop teasing me,” I pleaded, squeezing my nipples while he looked on.
“I’m not talking about this, Sara,” he said as he palmed me. “I’m talking about letting me do the background check.”
“Are you serious right now?” I asked, a little more than baffled he was still trying to convince me to give in.
Refusing to answer the obvious, he pushed two fingers into my tight heat, crooking them until they flicked over my G-spot. My back instantly arched off the bed and I cried in pleasure. “Yes…do it again.” He did. His actions were deliberate, partly in hopes I’d allow him to check on my new hire.
“Tell me what I want to hear, sweetheart,” he pressed, stroking the sensitive spot over and over. “Come on, tell me.”
“I’m so close, Alek.” Gripping the sheets, I rotated my hips, trying to garner any additional friction I could to push me over the edge.
“Tell me.”
I stopped listening to him, instead focusing on what my body needed right then. “Yes…Yes…Oh, God…I’m coming!” I screamed, my cries tearing from my throat as my entire body shuddered under his touch.
As my heart finally slowed its beating frenzy, my desire for the man in front of me was my only focus. I wanted him to take me fast and hard, to which I knew he wouldn’t have a problem.
Extending my arms, I tried to entice him to lie on top of me. Missionary was one of my favorite positions because it allowed me to feel the weight of him as he ravaged my body. I loved the sensation of his skin against mine, being able to clutch onto his arms as his muscles tensed from his exertion.
Instead of covering me with his body, he pulled me up until I was resting on my knees. “Do you want to try something new?” he asked, drawing circles around my nipples with the soft pad of his fingertip.
I wasn’t quite sure what he had in mind, but I trusted him. Knowing he wouldn’t ask me to do anything I wouldn’t like gave me the courage to go along, nodding when he cocked his eyebrow in question.
Spinning me around so I faced away from him, he leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “This isn’t new,” I said pensively. “We’ve had sex doggie-style before.” As I turned my head to see him, my hair fell in my face, blocking him from view. Pushing the annoying strands out of the way, I was able to finally see his reaction, a mischievous grin plastered all over his face.
“We’re not going to fuck doggie-style,” he assured me.
Pulling on the drawer of his bedside table, he reached in and grabbed something. I naturally assumed it was a condom, but instead a small bottle was held tight in his grip.
“What is that?” I asked, thoroughly confused.
“Lubrication.”
I blew out a breath of relief. He must have bought the wrong box of protection and needed to use something extra to coat it. “Did you pick up the wrong condoms again?” I teased.
“It was one time, and you know damn well I was willing to go without.” He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows to make me smile.
“Alek,” I tested. “Don’t even start, because it’s never going to happen.”
“Don’t say never, baby. In fact, we don’t need to use condoms tonight.”
“Yeah? And why is that?”
“Because the kind of sex we’re going to have will definitely not result in you becoming pregnant.”
Having a conversation with him while my ass was in his face was a little awkward. I still didn’t understand what he was talking about, though. What kind of sex would never get me pregnant? Why was he holding a bottle of lube in his hand? And why was I on all fours?
Closing my eyes, my head dropped in realization as to what he was essentially asking me to do. It took me a little while to catch on because he’d never even so much as mentioned wanting to have…anal sex.
“You wanna have sex that way?” I asked, doing my best to control my nervous breathing.
“I’d like to try it with you, yes.” He fisted himself and pressed against me. “I’ve claimed your mouth.” He slowly raked his fingers down my back. “I’ve claimed your sweet pussy.” The tip of his cock pushed against my clit. “Now it’s time I claim that luscious ass of yours.” Something pressed against my puckered hole and I instantly clenched up.
Slowly, he pushed the tip of his finger inside me. It felt so foreign and…odd.
“You have to relax.”
“I’m trying to, but we’ve never done anything like this before.” I swung my head over my shoulder again. I had to see his face when I asked him, “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Well, don’t sugarcoat it for my benefit. “At first, but once I’m in, you’ll love it. Trust me.”
Trust him? On this? He’d obviously forgotten I knew how large he was. He was most likely going to do some damage, but he was trying to convince me I’d love it? All of my paranoia caused me to clench up even more.
“Sara, you’re tensing again. Relax, sweetheart.”
“I’m trying,” I hollered. “But the anticipation of what it’s going to feel like is not helping.”
“Okay. Well then, how about this?” I waited for him to say something else, but instead he withdrew his finger, and the next thing I felt was his tongue as he licked my pussy. Then he slowly made his way toward the part of me he wished to claim.
I stilled all movement. His touch was faint, at first, but the more he teased me, the more I relaxed. Leaning back into his mouth, I allowed my body to feel, shutting off any and all reservations I had about such an intimate act.
“Alek,” I cried out, rocking against his mouth a little faster each time.
“That’s it, baby. Do you like that?” His voice was so damn sexy, turning me on even more, if it was even possible.
“I love it,” I answered breathlessly.
“Good.” He moved off the bed and stood behind me, pulling me back toward the edge until I was positioned where he wanted me.
I heard the click of the bottle as he opened it, then a few seconds later, I heard the same noise as he sealed it shut.
My breathing suddenly picked up pace, nervousness racking my entire body.
Something cold pressed against my virgin area, and before I could say anything, his finger slipped inside once more, that time with a little more ease. The feeling was certainly strange but the more he stretched me, the less it hurt. Until he added a second finger. Tensing up again, I tried to wriggle away but his hold on my waist was firm.
“Sara, you’re never going to become used to my touch if you try to move away from me.” I knew without even looking at him he was smirking.
“Easy for you to say,” I huffed.
He slowed his intrusion until I released some of my anxiety. The more he pumped in and out of me, the more I loosened up, which was quite a relief.
“I’m going to add another finger.” His words instantly had me clenching. “Relax, sweetheart,” he soothed, leaning forward to kiss my neck. “You’re doing so well. You’ll be able to take me much easier when I’m done.”
After he was finished preparing me, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed my waist.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled me toward him.
I wasn’t going to lie. I almost freaked out when he seized my hips and pushed the tip of his cock near my tight entrance. “Please go slow,” I pleaded. Maybe I was making more out of it than I should. Maybe I’d end up loving it, like he said.
Maybe…goddamnit! He pushed past the exterior, a burning sensation radiating all through me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to breathe through the pain and not focus on the strange feeling of being stretched apart.
There was certainly pain. He hadn’t lied about that part.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing great. Try and relax some more. Then I’ll be able to push in the rest of the way.”
“Oh, God, Alek. I think you’re going to rip me in two.” He was so large the burning sensation was only getting worse. Trying to focus on something…anything else proved to be quite difficult. I was about to tell him I couldn’t do it when I felt his finger start to stroke my clit. By re-directing my focus, he’d distracted me enough to relax, essentially decreasing the pain from him pushing further inside me.
The more pleasure his fingers coaxed from me, the more my muscles stretched around him, pulling him in and contracting around the thick steel of his erection.
“I’m in all the way now, but I won’t move right away. I want to give you time to adjust to me.” His hold on my hips was almost as fierce as his entry. I knew he was on the verge of losing control and he was trying to rein it in until he made me explode. “You’re so unbelievably tight, Sara,” he groaned. “Luckily, it won’t take much for me to come this way.” As soon as he moved, I instantly tensed back up. His hand worked me faster, his fingers pinching and rubbing my clit until I couldn’t see straight. It was hard to figure out where to focus, the pain or the pleasure. Which one was greater?
“The more I move, the more your muscles will accept me and loosen up, giving you the pleasure I promised.” God, I hope he’s right. The burning had lessened the longer he was deep inside me, but for the life of me, I couldn’t imagine it actually being enjoyable.
As he moved again, a tickle of pleasure soon shot through me. “That feels…” I couldn’t even find the right words.
“What does it feel like?” he asked, rocking back and forth behind me. Suddenly, my head was pulled back as he captured my hair in his hand. “Fuck me, Sara,” he moaned.
Before long, I shouted out something I never thought I would have five minutes earlier. “Harder,” I panted. “Alek…please…fuck me a little harder.” Intense pressure was building, and I wanted to ride the wave all the way to the end.
“Like that?” he asked, slamming into me with a little more force. “Does that feel good?” He thrust in two more times. Animalistic sounds tore from his throat as he fought not to lose control.
“Yes,” I whimpered. My words escaped me. Hell, I could barely breathe from all of the different sensations firing off inside me. I was so close, so near the precipice of release, the only thing I could do was lean down and bite the pillow, pushing my ass higher in the air for him.
Each stroke of his touch, both inside and outside of my body, sent me on a rollercoaster ride of desire, threatening to careen off the rails at any second. It was by far the most erotic thing we had ever done.
“I’m gonna come, Sara.” He pushed himself in and out with two long strokes. “Come with me.” He caressed me with such precision I had no choice but to allow my orgasm to rip through me.
I screamed out my release as he let go of my hair, grasped my hips and chased after his own pleasure.
A short while later, he’d withdrawn from me and immediately asked, “Are you all right? How do you feel?” After his initial desire had lessened, a look of worry shadowed over him.
“I’m fine, Alek,” I assured him. “We just won’t be doing that again for a while.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough.”
Following his normal after-sex clean-up ritual, he crawled into bed behind me, pulling me into his body so he could hold me tight. Inhaling my scent always relaxed him. I wasn’t sure why, but it did.
“Love you, baby,” he whispered, quickly fading into sleep.
“Love you, too,” I answered, squeezing his hand in mine as I followed him into dreamland.
~31~
Sara
I finally decided to take Megan up on her offer to grab a drink after work. She’d been asking me for months, but I’d been too depressed to even entertain the thought. Normally, I wouldn’t go for drinks with an employee, other than Matt, of
course, but I liked her. I was her boss above all else, and she knew it, but she was someone I could see having a long-term friendship with.
Alek was already aware I had plans for the evening. He’d tried to persuade me to go to Throttle or even Verdana, but I didn’t think it was a good idea. We wanted to go somewhere low-key, somewhere we could sit down and actually hear ourselves think.
He never forced the issue, which was quite an improvement. Curbing his overbearing ways was doing wonders for our relationship. Even though he was impossible sometimes, he was trying. Plus, he realized the one person who had been the biggest threat to me was dead. He would never harm me again.
Megan was shaping up to be a great new addition to the shop, proving she took her job seriously, coming up with new ideas all the time. She asked if I ever considered expanding, maybe adding on to the existing building. Coincidently, there was an empty lot next door, but I didn’t have the money in the budget to do anything so grand yet. I refrained from mentioning her idea to Alek because I knew he would buy it before I even had the chance to dispute it. Full Bloom was my baby, and I needed to nurture it my way. I wanted to do it on my own.
We decided to meet at Laverty’s, a nice, quaint Irish pub. I’d only been there once, but the finger food certainly left an impression.
The evening was shaping up to be a fun time out, the conversation flowing between us as the hours ticked by.
“So, Megan, did you like living in North Carolina? I’ve always wanted to visit but never had the opportunity.”
She hesitated for a brief moment, looking away as if she didn’t know how to answer. Being someone who had skeletons in her own closet, I recognized the fleeting look on her face. Maybe she moved to Seattle because she was trying to escape something, or someone. Much like I had.
Taking a sip of my drink, I allowed her the time she needed to answer me. “I did, although I didn’t live there for too long.” She avoided my eyes once again, staring instead at the glass of wine in front of her. Deciding best not to push her, I changed the topic.
“Do you have any siblings? Are both of your parents still living?” My questions were innocent enough, but again she looked uneasy. Something about her reactions piqued my curiosity. I’d told Alek I’d done the background check on her, but I didn’t. It was on my to-do list. I had, however, called all of her references, and they had nothing but nice things to say about her. I didn’t lie about that part, at least.
