by Amelia James
She gasped. “How did you know?”
“I know… you.”
That made her mad again.
I snatched her other shoe and tossed it.
“You know nothing!” She shoved my chest and nearly toppled off the table.
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against me, and somehow, in our struggle, we ended up kissing. I wasn’t even sure who’d initiated it. One minute she was giving me a tongue-lashing and the next we were tongue-fucking. My cock got hard and I rubbed against her naked pussy.
She bit my tongue. “No.”
She jumped off the table and ran for the door.
“Say that and mean it.” It was another wild shot, but it was right on the mark.
She stopped in her tracks. “I do.” Her gaze travelled down to the bulge in my pants, lingered a moment, and when she met my eyes again, she looked confused. “I did… last time.”
“I want you, Talia. I can’t hide it.” I grabbed my crotch and ran my hand up and down the length of my dick. “Do I have to tell you that you want me?”
“I want you, Alex. There. I said it.” She sighed deep and laid her hand on her heart. “But I can’t…. We can’t. But Will…?”
“He’ll never know.”
“He’s your best friend. How can you do this to him?”
I shrugged. With no answer to give her, I steered her off that track. “How can you deny what you want?”
Her gaze immediately drew back to my cock. She wanted me, but that wasn’t enough.
I needed to make her angry and reckless again. “Just fuck me and get it over with.” I reached for her.
A light went on in her eyes.
Did she think she could fuck me once and be done with it? I let her believe it.
Talia laughed. “Do you think I’m that easy?”
“Not at all.” I moved toward her, a new plan forming in my head. “I think you want to rip my tie off and strangle me with it.”
Her eyebrows arched and she gave me a puzzled look.
“I think you want to tear the buttons off my shirt and shred my skin.”
Intrigue sparked her eyes and I knew I was right. I moved close enough to touch her, but she didn’t back away. “You got wet when you slapped me.”
She shook her head, but she was a terrible liar, especially when she was horny.
“Both times.”
“I slapped you because you’re an asshole and you pissed me off.”
“Exactly. Do you know you’re licking your lips?”
Her tongue slipped back in her mouth and she clamped her lips tight.
“And when I grabbed your hair,” I snatched a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, “you almost came in your soaking wet panties.”
She hissed and twisted against me.
Her skin was hot; I was hard, and I knew she was wet for me again. I could smell it. I drove her back toward the wall, but she ripped loose and ran to the table. Hmm. Why hadn’t she gone for the door? She wanted me, but needed the courage to act on it.
“No strings attached, baby.
Just sex. No one will ever know. You can have me. You can have….” Don’t say his name.
“You can slap me as hard as you want. I can take it.”
“You’d like that.” Her eyes lit up and she sat on the table, resting on her hands so her back arched. One of her breasts slipped free of her bra, and one hard nipple popped through her thin blouse. She was offering herself to me whether she knew it or not.
“Playing rough turns you on.”
“Why is that?”
She really wanted an
answer. I’d been down that road before so I gave it to her.
“If you fight back, it’s not your fault when we end up fucking.”
Talia frowned and shook her head. “No, you just need a good slap once in a while.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Her hand came up and I braced myself to get smacked, but she picked up my tie and tugged on it, a mute invitation.
I kissed her, rubbing her exposed nipple through her silk shirt. She opened her mouth and her tongue twisted with mine. I pulled on that begging nipple and she moaned, lying back and spreading her legs.
Her skirt slid up and I shoved my finger into her tight pussy.
“You just need a good hard fuck once in a while.” I unbuckled my belt and slid my zipper down.
She sat up and shoved me back. “Is that what you think?”
In one swift move, she turned around and bent over the table, raising her ass as she reached for her purse. “I knew you were trying to fuck me when you invited me to stay. Why didn’t I get on the elevator?” She looked over her shoulder and her eyes flashed as if to plead, Don’t let me leave.
“And yet here you are.” I took two steps, yanked her skirt up to her waist, and jammed my dick into her wet pussy.
She gasped, but didn’t try to get away. She thrust back instead, taking my cock deep and almost knocking me over.
I grabbed her hips and gave her a few hard pumps, then dropped to my knees and shoved my tongue into her while she cursed me. That shut her up. She squealed when my fingers circled her clit, pinching and pulling. I’d never made a woman growl before, but that girl was clawing and yowling like a wildcat in heat. I spread her ass cheeks apart and licked her slit from one end to the other.
She shuddered and mewed, but she didn’t come.
I stood up and unzipped her skirt, pushing it to the floor.
She spun around and tried to pull my shirt off, but I wouldn’t let her, ripping off her top button as she swore.
“How am I going to explain that?”
I shrugged. “Not my
problem.” Slap!
Her shirt hit the floor, followed by her bra. While I wrestled her stockings off, I wondered if she went without panties all day. How often did she do that? The next time I caught her alone in the law library, I was going to pull up her skirt and find out. But first….
She was completely naked and mine to fuck. Oh man.
Naked Talia was even hotter than I’d imagined. Her breasts were the size of my fists, topped with pretty raspberry nipples ripe for nibbling. Juicy pink flesh peeked from between her pussy lips. She didn’t have much hair down there, and no, golden brown was not her natural color.
She crossed her arms over her breasts, and I laughed.
“Little late for that, sweetheart.”
I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the plate glass wall.
“What are you? Oh, hell no!”
I pinned her against the window, and she yelped when her bare ass hit the cold glass.
“We’re up too high for anyone to see.” Unless they had binoculars. “Trust me.”
She shivered and snorted.
“You cannot be trusted.”
“Take a chance, baby.”
She slid her hand down my chest and grabbed my cock, stroking and squeezing, hesitant at first, but firm. My blood boiled, and I braced my hands against the window while she fondled me. She dropped to her knees and pulled my dick into her hot mouth, circling with her tongue.
I grabbed her hair, but she didn’t need any guidance.
Talia’s mouth did things that made me forget all about unethical plans and painful memories. My brain shut off and my senses lit up. Fire shot through my veins, and my hand left a steamy palm print on the window. I could let her do this all night, but no, I had an agenda to fulfill.
I pulled her up and spun her around, pressing her naked tits against the glass before she could argue.
“That’s cold!” She pushed back, but I used her motion to drive my cock into her again.
“Feels hot to me.” I flattened her body against the window, pumping her pussy while she moaned. Holy shit, she was tight, clamping down on my dick for a long hard ride.
Fucking my best friend’s girl was so hot, snowflakes melted when they hit the glass.
Talia moaned and squirmed, starting to give me d
irections.
“Harder, yes, more. Ooo nice.
Just like that.” She giggled and the darkness outside reflected her sparkling eyes.
I followed her instructions, and she purred like a happy kitten. “Oh yes.” She leaned back against me and sighed.
“You know how to make a girl giddy.”
I slammed her against the glass, and her squeal fogged up the window. “You like how I fuck you.”
She bit her lip, trying not to answer, so I banged her pretty cunt until it was bright pink and dripping.
“Tell me you like fucking me.”
“I like it.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, but her delighted eyes betrayed her.
“Now say my name.”
She shook her head and her blissed-out smile disappeared.
I stopped and pulled out, the move nearly killing me.
“Don’t stop!”
“You want this back?” I grabbed my dick and stroked it.
Her gaze followed my hand.
“Yes.”
“Say my name and tell me what you want.”
She stood up straight, her back to the window, and looked at me, determination and guilt lurking in her eyes.
She walked over to the table, grabbed her purse and tossed it on the chair.
“Fuck me, Alex.” She lay back on the table and spread her legs wide. Anyone watching would have a fine view of her gorgeous pussy.
“Fuck me like I deserve it.”
“You’re such a good slut.”
She flinched when I said that.
I grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around my waist, thrusting into her waiting flesh.
She wailed and arched, snatching my shirt and pulling up for a kiss. “Fuck me, Alex.”
She groaned into my mouth.
Her words set my body on fire. I was going to come hard, but she wasn’t there yet, so I held back, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, biting down on her throat while she rode me.
She tightened around me, hotter and faster every time I slammed into her. Her thighs quivered. Sweat covered us both, soaking my shirt and curling her hair. But she didn’t come.
I hooked a chair with my foot and pulled it over, sitting down and eating her yummy pussy until she squealed, but she still didn’t come. Damn it.
What will it take?
Fuck her like she deserves it. I was punishing her, and she couldn’t come when she felt guilty. But she hadn’t shown guilt until after I’d fucked her against the window… after she’d enjoyed it.
I took her hand and led her to the window again, pressing her back against the glass and sliding my cock in slow, stroking and kissing until she smiled at me. “You like being on display.”
Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head, but the smile was still there.
“Someone could be
watching.” I was playing a dangerous game, but the reward was worth the risk.
“What? You said no one could see us.”
“No one would see us unless they were looking.” I turned her around, pulling her hips back a couple steps and spreading her legs.
She shuddered when I
entered her, leaning against the glass. “What do you mean?”
“Sometimes cops watch this building, checking out our clients. You know that.”
While she thought about that, I waited, not moving until she pushed back. I watched her pussy swallow my cock, her pink lips clinging while she fucked me. Holy hell, I needed to come so bad I was dizzy, but I could not finish before she did.
I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled her upright, impaling her.
She gasped and tightened, heat pouring from her body like sticky syrup melting a snow cone. She turned her head and we kissed, our tongues wrestling in her mouth. Her thighs quivered, her breath came in short gasps.
She was clinging, and needed to be pushed over the edge.
“What if he was the one watching?”
“Oh God.” She closed her eyes and a violent shudder nearly ripped her from my grasp.
I stroked her hard nipples, plucking them while I stared at our reflection. “Look at us.” Her naked body was drawn tight against mine, and my cock owned her pussy. “This is what he can see.”
She opened her eyes, took one look at the window, and came hard.
I pounded her, forcing every hot spasm from her body and claiming it as my own. My cock exploded, and I lost my grip on reality.
Talia slid to the floor and curled up in a ball, her shoulders shaking.
Oh shit, she’s crying. I picked up her coat and covered her, helping her to her feet.
She turned away from the window and kept her back to me while she got dressed. “Did you enjoy that?” Her voice was oddly calm and steady.
“Yes, I did, and I’m not going to apologize.” But if she was crying, I would.
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
She turned and looked at me, her eyes red but dry, her smile sad but satisfied. “I enjoyed it too. I shouldn’t have, but I did.”
“Wanna do it again?” I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows at her.
“Go to hell, Alex.” Talia walked out the door, leaving her purse behind.
Interesting. She hadn’t said no.
I pulled up my pants, walked over to my desk and punched a button on the phone. “What did you think?”
“Think?” Will groaned. “You expect me to think after that?”
“Meet me at the bar. We’ll talk about what to do next.”
“Sounds good.”
I hung up the phone, our earlier conversation playing in my head while I rode the elevator to the lobby.
***
“So I’ll be in the building next door with binoculars and listening on the speaker phone. Are your calls recorded?”
“Yeah. No. I disabled the system. There’ll be no record of this conversation or any following.”
“Do you think Talia will give in this time?”
“If I can’t get it done tonight, we’ll try again later. Let’s meet when I’m finished, and we’ll discuss our next steps.”
“Okay. Call me after she leaves and we’ll get a beer.”
I hung up my office phone and pressed redial. Will picked up and I hit the speaker button. “Can you hear me?”
“Perfect.”
“Good. Press mute on your end so she can’t hear you.”
***
I stepped off the elevator and pushed through the outside doors. The cold Chicago wind took my breath away, and gobs of snowflakes smacked me in the face. I bent my head against the storm and halfjogged the two blocks to the bar.
“Hey Alex.”
Will waved me over to a quiet table in the corner, and I shook his hand. “Hey man.”
We sat down and a hot waitress brought us a couple beers. She winked at me, but I was in no condition to do anything about it.
“That was so fucking hot.”
Will looked over his shoulder to make sure the waitress was gone. “Better than I expected.”
“Could you see and hear everything?”
“Pretty much. Putting her against the window was a nice touch.”
“Thought you’d like that.”
“And you told her I might be watching. You were playing with fire, man.”
I laughed. “It worked. Is it always that hard to get her off?”
“Not always. She was
probably nervous.”
“I could tell she felt pretty guilty.” I didn’t like playing with Talia’s emotions, but we’d known it would happen when we set this up. “How long are you gonna keep her in the dark?”
Will took a drink and thought about it. “I don’t know.
There’s a strong sexual woman inside Talia. I saw her the first night we met, but she got lost when we got serious.”
“So you think letting her fuck me will bring that woman back?”
“I hope so. I feel like it’s my fault, like keepi
ng her in a relationship has restrained her.”
I pictured Talia naked and spread out on my conference table. “She wasn’t too restrained tonight.”
“I saw that.” Will grinned.
“How are you going to get her purse back to her?”
I laughed and a hundred dirty possibilities ran through my head. “I’ll find a way.”
“We gotta set up some ground rules.”
“Good idea.”
“One: she always comes.”
“No problem.” Especially now that I knew which buttons to push. “You can call it off anytime if you get
uncomfortable.” I wasn’t going to get attached to Talia, and Will needed to know that from the beginning.
“Agreed.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text message lit up the screen from a woman I’d fucked last week. I ignored it. “I don’t have time for her.”
“Who?”
I held up my phone. “This one.”
“Is she married?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the problem. This thing with Talia is gonna keep me challenged for a while.”
“You keep screwing other guys’ women, and you’re gonna get your ass kicked.”
I shook my head. “I know how to hide evidence.”
Probably shouldn’t have said that to a cop, even if he was my best friend.
“So I’ve heard.”
I changed the subject.
“Where are we gonna go from here?”
“Keep flirting with her. Fuck her again when you get the chance.”
“Do you want to know about it beforehand? Want to watch or listen?”
“If we can arrange it, but I know that’s not always possible.” Will shrugged and I wondered how he could look so calm. If he were the one fucking my girl, I’d be overprotective and uneasy, but he
talked about it like a casual hobby.
“I will always tell you everything afterward.” I took that promise more seriously than my ethics oath.
“I know.”
“This will never work if we keep secrets.”
“Agreed.”
We finished our beer and I waved the waitress over, but Will declined another round.
“I gotta see Talia and find out how she’s doing.”
“Okay. Tell her….” What was I thinking? “Can’t tell her anything.” But I was worried about her. I didn’t want to cause her pain. “Make sure I didn’t hurt her.”
