The stranger’s eyes darkened and his brow creased as he frowned. Even that frown was so sexy her knees would have gone weak if they weren’t pinned underneath of him. He braced himself on the knee that was planted between her legs and pushed upwards just enough that he was able to easily shed his jacket. Her eyes widened as she watched him work open the buttons on his black dress shirt, first at the sleeves and then at the collar and down, down further, down all the way.
He shrugged the shirt off and cast it carelessly aside and lord… if she was wet before, there was probably an entire fucking river on her stairs.
The guy was jacked. Not in that disgusting lump of muscles kind of way either. No, he obviously worked out, but his muscles were sleek and streamlined, like a damn panther about to devour her. His skin was golden bronze, but what did she expect? It was Florida after all. Crisp blonde hairs stood out on his pecs, which were absolutely amazing, the prettiest male pecs she’d ever seen. His nipples were a dark pink, and nearly as hard as her own. The golden hairs trailed off right around where his phenomenal ridged abs began. She wanted to touch those abs, run her fingers over them. No, she wanted to taste them. Run her damn tongue over his soft skin and the hard muscles below. A trail of hairs resumed around his naval and disappeared under his pants.
Fuck me. Literally. Her mouth watered at the sight of his body, and her hands itched to undo his belt and shed those damn pants and-
“You like what you see, darlin’?”
She froze at his adopted fake accent. Of course, it actually sounded good on him, that dusky southern twang that was completely fabricated.
“Yes,” she panted, because she couldn’t help herself. Her hands reached for his belt, but he brushed them away, a smug grin on his face.
“Not yet, sweetheart. It’s not nearly time for that. I want to have my cake and eat it too.”
She had no idea what the hell he was talking about until he shifted down a few damn stairs, hooked his arms beneath her legs and spread them apart. When his mouth hit her overheated sex, all she could do was throw back her head, close her eyes, and moan. She’d never been so happy to be compared to cake in her damn life.
Chapter 6
JACK
Lord, she was sweet. Like damn honey sliding down his throat. And that was before he’d even slipped that pretty lace thong off her.
It was actually a little disconcerting how much he was enjoying himself. He’d certainly been in this position a few times… well, maybe not on the stairs, but he’d never truly enjoyed himself so much.
His tongue flicked over his mystery woman’s clit and she bucked below him, her hips riding up shamelessly into his face. He liked that. The way her body lost control, even if her mind told her to maintain it. He liked riding in on a white horse. Even though he’d said he was no knight, he liked being the one to introduce a woman to what true pleasure felt like.
Even though he’d also told himself she wasn’t his type, he found that he might have been wrong. Or maybe that he didn’t have a damn type after all. Because while he normally went for blondes, he found her dark hair glorious and intriguing. He found her slender body sexy in a whole new way. Her pert breasts with their dusky hard nipples were absolutely delicious. Her flat stomach and the gentle flare of her hips had him hard as a damn rock. Those long legs of hers, currently hooked over his arms and around his shoulders… he could stare at them all damn night. And what was between them… god, he’d never tasted such perfection.
“Let me take these off for you,” he purred. His thumb hooked under the thin strip of elastic that passed for a waistband on the thong. “I want to look at you before I taste you properly.”
The woman whimpered and he took that as a yes. He slid her panties off, down her legs. There was a hell of a lot of shifting involved, but he finally removed the scrap of lace and faced his prize. God, she was incredible. Smooth and bare and perfectly shaped. His mouth watered and his dick drilled into the hard stairs below him.
“Why did you- why- why did you stop?” The nameless beauty opened her eyes and stared down at him. “Or- maybe you don’t like it?”
“You have a beautiful pussy, darling,” he assured her. “I like that. Shaved. Waxed. Whatever.”
“I…”
“You must like it too. Or maybe you’re not as much of a good girl as I thought.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat. “I’ve been getting waxed for years. You can’t just stop or it undoes all that work. I- I kept it up. It was for me too, you know.”
“So you didn’t prepare yourself just because you planned on doing this tonight?”
“No!” Her denial echoed around them and made him want to laugh, but then she shifted those long, goddess legs of hers and he bit back the words.
He brought his face back to where he truly wanted to be. He stroked her clit with his tongue and explored her further, right down to her entrance. Judging from the mewls of pleasure coming from above him, he was doing something right.
“Oh lord,” she murmured, her body twitching violently.
His dick responded, big fucking time. He was so hard it actually rivaled the stair beneath him. “I’m afraid not,” he whispered against her heated flesh. “It’s just me.”
He dipped his tongue into her entrance, penetrating her sweetly and she went wild. Those beautiful hips rose up to meet his face and she made a series of sounds that were loud enough for the damn neighbors to hear. Which was exactly what he wanted.
Something was wrong with his cock. He lapped at his glorious goddess’ pussy, trying to ignore the aching, the shivers, the tightness in his groan, the way his damn balls felt like they were going to deliver a damn rocket load that was going to be in his pants. Fuck me. Am I really considering shooting off my load in my pants like a damn teenager?
The woman’s fingers dug into his hair, bit into his scalp, in her desperation to drag his face harder into her, between her legs. He grinned and dug his tongue in a little harder. He knew he wasn’t even going to have to use his hands, though it might have been nice to put one of his fingers inside of her. He knew she’d be tight. So damn tight.
Jack shut his eyes and tried to clamp down on that line of thought. His cock ached, harder than a fucking slab of wood. He wanted to bury himself inside of her. He was about to rip off his damn pants and plunge inside of her and drive them both into a screaming fucking release, when she suddenly went rigid.
“I- I don’t have any condoms,” she breathed, staring down at him wide eyed. Her chest heaved up and down with her unsteady breaths.
“Fuck,” he ground out. Because, neither did he. “Why aren’t you on the pill or something?”
Her features tightened and he realized just how pretty she was when she was aroused to anger. “Excuse me? I think that’s a little too personal. It’s like me asking why you haven’t had yourself snipped.”
“Snipped?”
“Yeah. Fucking snipped. You know it’s a two-way street, right?”
Jack ground his teeth together so hard they nearly turned to dust. He didn’t know whether to laugh or fucking weep at the moment. “I’m pretty sure, my dear, that it is most certainly not a two-way street.”
And while he had images of undoing his pants and shoving his damn dick into her pretty mouth so he could find some fucking relief, he carefully stuffed that thought back down to the vile depths it had emerged from.
He bent his head and instead went to town. He’d promised her an orgasm like no other, after all, and he meant to deliver.
He devoured her while she shook and shuddered beneath him. When he figured she was good and ready, judging by how beautifully wet she was, he placed a finger at her entrance. She went rigid, and he decided against it. Not with her on her back. He flipped her around easily and she went, in a graceless movement that splayed her out on the steps. She caught herself and thrust herself up on her elbows and her knees. She turned around, eyes like daggers.
Until she realized tha
t he wasn’t nearly done with her. Until his hand curled around the sweet curve of her hip and he buried his face in her pussy again, sucking and lapping and eating at her. She had some damn fortitude, he’d give her that. Unless she’d come three times already and he wasn’t aware. Most women would have been flying to the damn sky by now.
He moved his face away and brought his finger back. He swirled it over her, coating it easily in her sweet juices. He changed his mind at the last moment and doubled up. One wasn’t enough. No, she’d probably be able to hold out through that as well.
He filled her up in a single thrust, and sweet heavens, she was as tight as he imagined she would be. He thrust hard, all the while wishing it was his damn aching cock that was doing the work. The eyeful he had of her beautiful ass, his fingers pumping her full, her body straining and rocking against his hand, it was enough to send any sane man over the edge.
Her moans of pleasure sent shards of pure agony through him. His dick kicked up and down in his pants wildly. He was back to grinding his teeth again.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want you to caress yourself while I fuck you with my hand.”
“What? I can’t-”
“Yes. You can. It’s simple. Bring your finger to your clit and swirl it over it.”
“I know what touching myself feels like,” she snapped and he had to laugh.
It was obvious she wanted to deny him, but her body couldn’t fight the pleasure. Her hips rocked back and forth in time to his thrusts. He had the most obscene urge to lean forward and bite her beautiful round ass, but he refrained. There were things that were over the line, even for him. At least on round one.
She finally decided to what he said. He watched her slender finger curl over her clit. It made all the difference. Her body went rigid as a damn bow string. He literally watched her legs start shaking.
A few more curls over her clit and a few more hard thrusts of his fingers and she was gone. She shuddered and moaned, screamed out words that sounded like an entirely different language, and flooded his hand with her release.
He slipped his fingers out, glistening and soaking wet, and put his mouth on her hot, swollen entrance. He lapped at her, thrusting his tongue inside, riding out her release, which lasted for a hell of a long time.
It might have taken an eternity to get there, but he wasn’t disappointed. She writhed and rolled and mewled and whimpered and rocked against his face for over a full minute. Not that he was timing, but he was sure it lasted at least that long.
When she was done, he pulled away gently and watched, in satisfaction, as she turned herself over and collapsed against the stairs. Her chest rose and fell and her glorious breasts with those tight perky nipples shut up and down with her rapid fire breathing.
Jack turned to the side, grabbed his jacket, and placed it gently overtop of her. He reached for his shirt after and pulled it back on, body aching with every movement. All he could think about was getting the hell out of there, back to his house and into the shower, where he could pump his dick for the god damn rest of the night to make up for the bluest balls he’d ever experienced in his lifetime. Hell, even a dark alley along the way would suffice. What the fuck? No. Not a fucking alley. He was damn well going to make it home or he’d kick his own ass.
The goddess on the steps, that name had a nice ring to it, stared up at him with tangled hair and wild eyes and swollen lips. “Where are you going?” she panted.
“Home.” He began buttoning his shirt even before he stood and walked calmly down the stairs. Home, before I fucking combust on the spot and leave a burn mark in your damn hallway.
He let himself out the front door. He walked swiftly, which was a bit of a miracle considering how badly his damn cock ached. It was amazing he could walk at all with the crippling pain eating away at him.
He was a block away before he brought out his phone and called a cab. By the time the yellow car pulled up and he slid in the backseat, he was entertaining thoughts about going back. Back to the house, back to his Goddess Of The Stairs. But there were things he didn’t do. The whole round one rule. Beating off onto her tits was one of them. Her giving him the blowjob of a lifetime also fell into that category.
That one was about her. He felt pretty confident he’d reached his objective. He knew he’d never see her again, but if he ever did, round two could be about both of them. He was actually painfully disappointed that he absolutely never, ever, had a round two with anyone.
Chapter 7
TIA
First days were worst days. Tia had coined the saying a long time ago, back when the sixteen year old version of herself was introduced to flipping burgers and burning herself on deep fryers so the adoring public could have their greasy onion rings and fry fix.
It was much the same, even now that she was twenty-seven, had a Business Degree with a major in marketing, and had finally landed a good paying job in her field. She knew she would directly be supporting the head of marketing and while that sounded painfully like an entry level admin position, it wasn’t. Her job title didn’t even contain the word, admin or support.
Marketing Assistant, that was her.
Tia took a deep breath as she passed through security, rode up in the elevator and stepped off on the nineteenth floor. The girl at the desk, Ashley, a blonde lady who was heavy set, wore really tight clothes and was probably in her late forties, smiled at her. Tia met her before when she’d come for both of her interviews prior to being hired.
“Good morning,” Ashley said cheerfully. She offered her a friendly, genuine smile.
“Hey.” Tia responded with a smile of her own. “I’m here for my first day.” She wanted to wince at the words and the way she’d barely managed to bite off the last words, which went something along the lines of, reporting for duty.
“For sure. I’ll just ring Sandy with HR, you probably remember her from your interview?”
“Yes.” Tia’s face hurt from smiling, so she let herself stop. Sandy… she was probably the lady with the long black hair, probably somewhere around fifty. The hair was definitely dyed, a little fried from the middle section downwards? She had a killer body though…
Ashley picked up her phone and made a call and the very same lady Tia pictured in her mind appeared. She had on a black dress, which was skin tight and somehow managed to look astonishingly good, and a red sweater. If Tia had one wish in the world, she knew she’d spend it hoping that she could look as good as Sandy at that age. Even her face, which was heart shaped and delicate, was surprisingly unlined. If anything, it was just her hair that showed the passing of time.
“Tia! Welcome.” Sandy stuck out a hand, one with tasteful silver rings on it, and Tia shook it gently. “I’ll show you right to your desk. We have everything set up. There are six people in your department; I think we explained that in the interview?”
“Yes.” Tia didn’t remember, but she nodded anyway. The bag on her right arm was getting heavy and she was relieved to follow Sandy down a long hallway.
“This is the marketing section. It’s set away from the rest of the office. Not by plan, it was just how the building design worked out. It makes it easy, too, for clients to come in without disturbing the rest of the place.”
“Right.” Tia wondered just how many people actually came in a day wanting things from people who were involved in marketing life insurance, but she didn’t ask. She was happy enough to have a job, a good job, one that was actually in her field and within the parameters of her passion. She didn’t want to ask those sorts of questions. It kind of seemed like looking a gift horse in the mouth.
“I’ve asked that the other people in your department be responsible for your training. Everyone is very nice. I think you’ll find that they are a lot of help, but if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“Thanks.”
Sandy pointed to a small kitchen off to the left. It was equipped with a set of cabinets, a fridge, stove and microwa
ve. “That’s the kitchen. If you brought lunch, you can put it in the fridge.”
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure, so I didn’t. But I’ll remember that for tomorrow.” Tia wanted to roll her eyes at herself. She was nervous as hell and that made her equally as awkward.
“Great.” Sandy smiled at her regardless. She continued their walk down the hall.
The office was nice, modern and new. The place actually had glass offices and even though they were small, it was pretty damn exiting when Sandy stopped in front of the last one down the hall. It had her name, in black letters, across the door.
Tia sucked in a breath without even meaning to. She felt like she’d truly made it. Seeing her name on a door was beyond anything she expected or hoped for. It felt professional in an entirely new way and she vowed her hardest to sell the heck out of their life insurance. Or do whatever it was she was supposed to do in her new position.
“This is it.” Sandy pointed needlessly to the door. “Like I said, let me know if you need anything. There is a company directory on your desk with everyone’s names, numbers and positions. I’ll let everyone know that you’re here. They’ll give you an hour to settle in and after that, I can’t make any promises. They might flood your office.” Sandy winked, offered a wave, and disappeared in the opposite direction.
Tia paused for just a minute before she pushed open the glass door and stepped inside the office. Her office.
“Wow,” she breathed.
She dropped her bag on one of the straight backed, modern black chairs in front of the large L-shaped desk. The thing looked space age, all black and chrome and gray accents. There were two computer screens set up along with a laptop, which was currently closed. A row of shelving with various books lined the back of the desk.
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