She moaned loudly and with no warning, she suddenly spun around and dropped to her knees. With the kind of skill that defied logic, she undid my pants, pulling them down and walking closer to me on her knees. With a slight gasp, she licked her lips, lifting her hand to curl her fingers around me. Fingers that instantly gripped my cock inside her fist. I took a fistful of her hair and guided her mouth to my hard cock.
Kimber moaned and began running her tongue up and down my shaft before opening her lips wide enough and taking it into her mouth. She swallowed my cock down and my eyes closed in bliss. I could still hear the clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen next to us, but all I could focus on was my pleasure. On the way that her hot mouth felt as it enveloped my cock.
She attempted to take me all the way down to the base of my cock, a feat few women had been able to successfully pull off. Even if she didn’t, the effort was appreciated. But with a few short gags and a tilt of her head, she managed to take my entire cock down. I sucked in my breath as my head fell back against the wall behind it. My hips surged, pushing further into her lips.
I felt her hands caressing my balls, nearly sending me over the edge in combination with the working of her throat. But I wanted to feel her hot wetness on my cock. I wanted to fuck her good and hard, right here, just like she wanted. I pushed my pleasure aside, slowly pulling her back from my cock and watching it hit against her bottom lip as I removed it from her entirely.
“Stand up.” I commanded.
She complied and I wasted no time pushing her against the wall. I lowered my own body and ripped her panties down to her ankles. Quickly, she kicked them off,while I stood back up to run my hands over her still clothed form. When I reached the top of hem, I pulled the top of her dress down to bare her already heaving breasts. Her nipples were pink and hard, straining without me once having touched them. I bent again, this time taking them into my mouth. I laved the hardened peaks of her nipples with my tonge, sucking on them until she groaned loudly.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice more of a moan than actual wording by that point.
Spinning her around, I took her hands and placed them against the wall. Her ass was waiting for me to smack it, lifted in the air like it was. Quickly, I brought my hand down on her flesh relishing the smacking sound. In the way that the skin redenned beneath by gaze and hand.
Startled, she attempted to turn around.
“No.” I commanded as I pressed her hands to the wall again. Rubbing my cock against her tight, wet pussy, I eased myself into her. Inch by inch. She cried out as my cock stretched her to the limit. Deliberately I circled my hips against her, hitting her clit with my hip in order to ease the transition. She became wetter quickly and I began slamming my cock in and out of her. Listening to the way that her moans deepened. With each stroke, I could hear a wet smacking noise as my balls slapped against her pussy.
Her tits bounced as I continued to fuck her hard from behind. Something I more than slightly enjoyed. My focus was on her and her building pleasure, the way that her body bucked and swayed beneath my ministrations... But suddenly, a slightly built Hispanic man came across us from the kitchens.
“Oh, excuse me, senor.” He stammered out, blushing as he quickly hurried away.
She barely noticed him as her head was thrown back her full lips parted, focused on her own ecstasy. I wanted to hear her scream with delight, I almost needed it. I changed the angle of my hips, pounding into her with a renewed fervor and rhythm.
“Oh, my God!” She did scream then, her thighs tensing in front of me. I felt her pussy contracting around my cock only seconds after. Her own hand dropped between her thighs as she began furiously rubbing her clit as she came. My own orgasm building slowly behind hers only to explode as I caught sight of her rubbing herself like she was.
Sliding myself out of her, I stepped back. Immediately grateful that she wasted no time yanking her panties back on and adjusting herself back into her little pink dress.
I pulled my pants back up and smiled at her, redoing the zipper and buckling myself as well.
“Oh my God,” she whispered falling against me, her legs still more than slightly shaky. “That’s exactly what I needed.”
“It’s my business doing pleasure with you.” I assured her as I winked at her. She was completely disheveled, in the most beautifully fucked fashion. Her long hair was knotted, her eye makeup smudged, and her lipstick worn away. Yet somehow she still looked stunning. There were even blotches on her wrists from where I’d held her against the wall.
Kissing her deeply, I bid her farewell, walking her out of the bar. I watched her hop into her car and we both went our separate ways. Me getting into mine with a surprised grin.
This had turned into a fabulous night after all.
Fuck Veronica. And fuck me for still wanting to do so.
Seven
Ash
“How was it?”
Amber greeted me as I arrived at the office. She was holding my typical cup of coffee.
“With Ronnie? About what you’d think.” I took the cup from her taking a small sip. It was hot and sweet exactly the way I like it.
“Still upset with you, huh? You’d think after all these years she would have let it go.” Amber sank down into the chair across from my desk.
I began sifting through the pile of papers on my desk.
“No, she hasn’t. Our prior relationship isn’t my concern at this moment though. How to get her to sell me back those shares-that’s what I need to figure out.”
Amber leaned over on the chair arm resting on her elbow thoughtfully.
“Ash, I don’t want to overstep my bounds. Your past with Veronica isn’t any of my business, but I hate to see you upset. Maybe you could attempt a reconciliation of sorts with Veronica.”
I looked up.
“What do you mean? I’m not getting back together with her.”
“No, no. Ash, I’m not suggesting that. But maybe all Veronica wants is to know you missed her-truly missed her that she meant something to you and still does.”
I sighed.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”
Amber leaned back in her chair sighing.
“I’m not sure. I don’t really know what happened between the two of you.”
Rolling my eyes, I decided to give her a brief glimpse into my personal past something I never do with anyone.
“To make a long story short, Veronica and I were together for two years in graduate school. I enjoyed her company. She was and still is a beautiful, smart woman. But she wanted more than I was willing to give at the time.”
“So, she wanted a commitment from you?”
I nodded sipping my coffee.
“Yes. She continually professed her love for me, but I couldn’t return the sentiment.”
Amber nodded knowingly.
“It’s simple then. Tell her that.”
“You want me to lie to her? I’m not going to do that not even for a deal like this.”
Amber shook her head.
“No. I mean tell her how you feel.”
“I did ten years ago. I told her I cared a lot for her, but that I didn’t love her.”
Amber rolled her eyes at me.
“No wonder she was mad. Look, I know you’re fantastic with women from what I’ve heard and seen, but I know how she feels.”
“And that is—?”
“That when a woman loves a man and he refuses to commit it says to her she isn’t worthy of his time, his trouble. A woman will think that maybe if she’d done something differently or was more attractive…”
I held my hand up.
“No, that’s not it at all. Veronica was everything I’d ever wanted. At that time though, but I couldn’t profess a feeling that I didn’t have.”
She sighed.
“Okay, Ash. If she was everything you wanted at the time, you cared a lot about her then something must’ve been preventing you from loving her.”<
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I thought for a moment. All of a sudden, a queasy feeling started building in my stomach.
Not now.
Not her.
I closed my eyes briefly and my mother’s beautiful face was looking back at me. I could see how she looked the day she left in that green coat. I remembered finding her in bed with “Uncle Mike.”
“Maybe so.”
“Then figure out what it was and tell her. Explain to her why you couldn’t feel that way. Maybe then, she will feel that she’s regained some of her self-respect and confidence back. Basically, if you couldn’t love her and it wasn’t anything to do with her then tell her that.”
“You really think that will work?”
Amber nodded.
“I do. At this point, what’s the harm? You need to get her to sell you her shares or you can kiss Vitalife goodbye.”
“But she bought those shares to spite me, Amber.”
“I know. So you have to make her feelings for vengeance unnecessary. Diffuse the situation.”
I remembered seeing the anger flashing in Veronica’s eyes. But behind them there was something more…
Hurt, desire, need.
I slapped my hands on the desk.
“Amber, you’re a genius. I know just what to do.”
“I’m not a genius. I’m Amber.” She winked at me.
Yes, she was.
The freezing night air whipped through the streets of Manhattan causing me to grip my long black coat tightly as I walked into the bar at the Plaza Hotel.
It wasn’t as crowded as usual, but I figured that had something to do with the weather. New Yorkers are accustomed to the cold in wintertime, but tonight was colder than normal.
Removing my coat and handing it to the coat check girl, I gazed around looking for her familiar blonde hair.
Just when I thought she may have gone home for the evening, I spied Veronica sitting at a corner booth sipping a glass of wine. There was a huge piece of their famous vanilla torte on the table beside her. She had her glasses on as she poured over documents.
Grabbing a glass of Macallan from the bar, I casually sauntered over to her.
I stopped at her table and waited for her to look up at me.
Finally, she tore her eyes away from her papers and saw me standing directly in front of her smiling.
“Ash! You scared me! What the hell are you doing here?”
I smirked and eased into the booth next to her.
“Having a drink. I thought I’d come over and say hi.”
Annoyed, she shoved her papers into a folder.
“I was working. Look, if this is about getting me to sell you the shares, forget it.”
I waved my hand at her.
“Not at all, Ronnie. I was just being friendly.”
She took her glasses off and stared at me. Her full lips turned down.
“You expect me to believe that you don’t want those shares anymore, Ash? I know you. It’s all you can think about.”
“Oh, I didn’t say I didn’t want them, but I heard you loud and clear. You said you can’t sell. I’ll find another way to get Vitalife.”
She leaned back folding her arms beneath her luscious breasts.
“Really? How are you going to do that when we are the majority shareholders?”
I shrugged.
“Look, I don’t want to talk business. I came by here to talk about us.”
“There is no us anymore.”
“And that’s my fault.” I finished my glass of scotch reaching for her hand.
Surprised, she snatched her hand away. I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume lingering between us.
“Ash, what the hell is going on with you? Years ago you said you didn’t love me. You insisted we were over. Now you waltz in here claiming there is an ‘us’ after all.” Veronica’s eyes blazed with fury.
I leaned back my eyes drinking in her beauty. I studied her eyes looking for any sign that what I was saying was beginning to resonate with her.
I didn’t see any.
I was going to have to delve deep into myself, open old wounds in order to get her to realize that keeping those shares from me was a mistake. I needed her to know that I was sincere when I said I couldn’t love her not because I didn’t want to, but because of…
“Ash! Haven’t you heard a thing I’ve said?” Veronica smacked her hands on the table. The scotch sloshed in my glass.
“Yes, Ronnie. I’m sorry.”
“Look, I’ve got a lot of work to do. Unless you have something to say, I’d appreciate you giving me back my privacy.”
My hand drifted towards hers.
“You know I care a lot about you. There’s never been any question about that and I know I hurt you when I told you I didn’t love you. But what you didn’t understand was it wasn’t because I didn’t have those feelings it’s because I couldn’t have them.”
Veronica’s eyes began to soften. She kept her hand on the table as I covered it with my own.
“Go on.” She whispered.
I took a deep breath. I loathed talking about feelings. I’d managed to avoid this very situation most of my life.
“As you know, my mother left when I was very young. It was devastating to me. I loved her deeply as most children love their mothers, but my love wasn’t enough to keep her with me.”
Veronica seemed to melt before my eyes. Her rigid, angry posture softened and her eyes were limpid pools of desire. All the love she’d felt for me years ago was beginning to resurface I could see it.
Maybe I don’t have to dig any deeper. The pain was already threatening to overtake me like a dam about to burst.
“Ash, I’m so sorry. Yes, of course, I remember you telling me you lost your mother when you were young. But what does that have to do with me?”
I swallowed hard and reached for the rest of my scotch.
“Everything. You see, what you don’t know is that before my mother left me I found her with my “Uncle” Mike. He was a friend of my dad’s. One day I went to her room hoping to get her to play with me as she was always promising she’d do, when “Uncle Mike” stepped out of the bathroom and kissed her. I was little and didn’t really understand what they were doing. But after she left I put two and two together.”
Tears began to well up in her eyes. Her hand moved over mine.
“She was cheating on your father.” Veronica whispered.
I nodded feeling the deep pit in my stomach growing ever larger.
“After I discovered the two of them together, she tried to bribe me not to tell my dad. Can you imagine? She actually went out and bought a vintage train set I’d always wanted and gave it to me with the promise I’d never mention “Uncle” Mike being in her room.” I spat the words out with disgust. I motioned the waitress to bring the entire bottle of Macallan to our table.
“Oh my God.” Veronica shook her head.
I sighed as I poured another glass of scotch.
“So, maybe now you can understand how love is a difficult concept for me. Trust is another one. I’ve never discussed this with anyone before, nor do I particularly want to, but I thought you should understand why I couldn’t love you then.”
Veronica sipped her scotch.
“I’m so sorry you were hurt. I wish you would’ve told me years ago, Ash. I could’ve helped you through it. I appreciate your honesty, but I need to know one thing.”
I finished my scotch and helped myself to another. I was going to need to call a cab tonight. Before this conversation ended, I was sure my head would be spinning.
“What’s that?”
“Are you telling me this because something’s changed for you? Have you been able to move past all the hurt your mother caused you? Are you telling me you are free to love me now?” Hope lit up her eyes.
I knew she’d ask that question. I bit my lip before answering. I had to tell her the truth.
“Yes, a few things have changed, but not enough. Not yet. I c
an’t tell you when or if they ever will. I do know that my feelings for you have grown, but I’m not sure what I’d call them. You know me, Ronnie. You know how much I hate having conversations like this. That alone should tell you what you mean to me.”
Veronica leaned back. Her lovely blonde hair began to fall out of the clip she’d pinned it back with spilling onto her delicious cleavage.
“Did you tell me all this to get me to sell those shares to you, Ash? Or do you really want to start something with me again?”
Fuck this, I thought. I was tired of talking about my past and about my feelings. I was sick of everything.
All I wanted right now was to fuck the shit out of her. To rekindle that fire that was even now simmering between the two of us.
Reaching out, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me, my eyes solidly on hers the whole time. Even more so as I ran my hand right up her dress and placed it on her silky panties. My fingers rubbed against hem and I felt the heat from her pussy beneath my hand. Like a warm, wet invitation that was built only for me.
She sucked in her breath shakily, thighs widening without question to provide me more access. Immediately, I felt her panties get wet and her body tense up. She knew what was coming.
Working my fingers inside her panties, I rubbed her juicy clit, rolling it between my fingers. My cock hardened as she parted her legs slightly, even more of an invitation. Unspoken yet clear. Slowly, I slid my finger deep inside her right there at the table, in the crowded restaurant. I didn’t care if everyone saw, if anyone at all saw. All the noise seemed to fade away as I slowly eased one finger inside of her. She moaned and I began pumping my finger in and out of her tight pussy.
“Oh my God, Ash.” She whispered. Desperately, she tried to keep a straight face.
“You like that?” I whispered into her ear, just allowing my lips to brush against the shell of it.
She nodded, her hand pushing down on mine as her hips moved slightly, chasing that orgasm she sought. She was going to come, I could feel it. And soon.
Just as her pussy began to tighten on my finger, I looked up to see a portly older man standing beside our table.
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