by Dark Angel
All I can think is it must be leftover sexual frustration from last night. But that doesn’t explain why she’s been on my mind for every second of the past twelve hours.
“I’m so glad it’s everything you expected,” she’s saying to a couple of men she’s talking to, one a douche in a suit, the other a burly biker with a beard to his waist who looks like he’s straight out of an old-school biker gang. One-hundred-percent accurate descriptions because I know these jokers personally.
“Red,” I say smoothly, sidling up next to her and slinging my arm around her shoulders, “what are you doing hanging out with these assholes?”
Ginger turns to me, her eyes huge, while the suit grimaces.
“Blaze,” he says, his voice dripping with disdain. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?”
I grin but don’t look at him. “I don’t know, Alex. Maybe because you’re only here because of me.”
Letting my fingers trail over Ginger’s smooth skin, I wink at her. “When you’re done over here, why don’t you come with me?”
Alex holds a card out to Ginger, drawing her attention away from me—which pisses me the fuck off—and says, “Think about what I said. I think you’d be a good fit.”
She smiles at him, like a real deal kind of smile, and I grit my teeth. I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, but he is not a guy she needs to be talking to. I know that much.
I pull her away, her hand clasped in mine, and drag her around a corner to a little alcove that leads to some offices. When I stop and turn her around, pushing her back up against the wall, caging between my arms, her eyes cloud with that same mix of confusion and desire that seems to undo me.
“What are you doing here?” she says.
I laugh. “At a bike show? That should be fairly obvious.”
She bites her lip. “Looking for a replacement?”
“Something like that.”
Then because I can’t take it any longer, I lean in, dipping my head down for a taste of those luscious lips that I haven’t stopped thinking about since last night.
She sucks in a surprised breath, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, needing to taste more of her.
That seems to do it because all of a sudden her arms are around my neck, and she’s kissing me back.
Ginger
I don’t even care what he’s doing here or how he just dragged me away from my job and shoved me into the corner. All I can bother caring about right now is the way Blaze’s body is totally commanding mine.
His tongue works me over, ravishing my mouth, rough strokes that indicate he’s not the gentle type showing me exactly what it would be like to be stroked by other parts of him.
I moan, wanting that so badly I can hardly think. I twist my fingers into his shaggy hair, pulling his head harder to mine, needing more of this near-violent assault on my body.
Blaze pushes his hips forward, his thick erection pressing against my belly, and I push back, wanting more friction. Wanting more everything.
He growls as he tears his mouth from mine, dragging his teeth down my throat in a movement that causes an exhilarating rush of pleasure mixed with pain.
More.
I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until he chuckles against my neck, then says, “As you wish, darlin’.”
He moves a hand to my shirt, dragging down the edge of it, exposing my tattoo of a rose in a bed of thorns. Tracing a finger over it, he lifts his eyes to mine and grins. “Nice.”
His lips follow his finger, tracing my tat with his tongue while his hand drops lower, gripping my breast and kneading it roughly. There is nothing gentle about this man. And that has me so wet I can barely stand it.
I grind against him again, and the next thing I know, he’s hauling me up against him, hoisting me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. Then he starts walking. I don’t even care where he takes me as long as he keeps touching me like he is.
I hear the click of a door, then the sound of it slamming behind us, and the next thing I know Blaze is laying me out on a desk. I look around and realize it’s my co-worker’s office. One who won’t be here this weekend.
Part of me thinks I need to put on the breaks. Blaze is not the kind of guy who goes slow. I can tell if he wants something, he’ll take it. And right now he wants to take me.
But I don’t want to stop. I want him to take me right up to the edge and then fly right over.
“Blaze,” I whimper, my hips squirming as I watch him shrug out of his leather jacket and hover over me, his intent clear in his eyes.
“Do you want this, Ginger?”
Despite never having done something so wild, so reckless, before in my life, I realize that I do. I want him, and I want him now.
“Yes,” I say, my voice firm, not at all uncertain.
He smirks, a devilish glint in his eyes, and says nothing as he reaches his hand up my skirt and slips his fingers right up under the fabric of my drenched panties.
“Fuck,” he growls. “So wet.”
I bite my lip and whimper as he rolls his thumb around my throbbing clit, but my eyes stay focused on him, taking in his dark eyes, his black hair, his knowing smirk as he works me over. When he slips two fingers inside my pussy, I clamp down on them, desperate for him to fill me up, to pump into me until I cum all over him.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand.” Blaze fumbles with his belt with his other hand then pulls his massive cock free. He wraps his fist around it and pumps it up and down, and just the sight of how thick and hard he is sends me over the edge.
I cum hard, crying out his name, my pussy convulsing, bright bolts of lightning shooting through my body as his fingers work magic inside of me.
He grits out something I can’t make out, and then he’s coming too, hot white jets shooting out of his huge cock, spraying all over my thighs. It’s so fucking hot—so much hotter than anything that I’ve ever experienced before—that I cum again. His fingers have never left my pussy, and he grins up at me as I clench around him over and over again.
“Dammit, Red, you are so fucking sexy.”
I just lie there and stare up at him, too sated and too shocked for words.
Blaze finds a stash of tissue and cleans himself up, then tucks himself away, then he starts cleaning me up.
I watch, slowly coming back to reality. Good sense taking over me again. What the hell did I just do? I let a complete stranger take me into an office and have his way with me. I didn’t even try to resist. I wanted it. I’m halfway horrified, halfway turned on beyond belief, even though he just brought me to climax twice.
“What are you doing here?” He repeats my earlier question once he has me all cleaned up. Reaching for my hands, he pulls me up from the desk and adjusts my clothes for me. A gesture that seems sweet for a guy that just basically had a quickie with a total stranger in an office.
“I work here at the convention center,” I say with a shrug. Then for some reason, I tell him what I haven’t told anyone. “But I’m hoping to make some connections today that might help me out.”
His brow wrinkles. “Help with what?”
I find it odd that we’re having this conversation right now, but he seems genuinely interested. Like he wants to know more about me.
I shrug again. “I coordinate events. But you weren’t wrong when you asked if I know bikes. I do. I’m hoping I can make a move into the industry.”
To my total surprise, he stares at me in disbelief and fucking laughs.
Blaze
Ginger shuts down instantly, pushing past me as she tries to make her way to the door.
“Whoa, hang on there, sweetheart,” I say, grabbing her arm and swinging her back around. “Not so fast.”
I can tell that me laughing pissed her off, but she has no idea why what she said just blew my mind.
“Tell me more.”
So she does, even though I see the hesitation in her face. She tells me all about how she h
as been into bikes forever. About how this job is great and all, but she’s just not passionate about it. And how she thinks she can use her skills to help with branding and PR. Now her conversation with douchebag Alex makes more sense.
When she’s done talking, I brush some of her hair back from her shoulder, wanting to take another bite of that smooth skin, but I know I need to get back out there and actually get some work done.
“I have a proposition for you,” I say with a smile.
She laughs. “Bit late for that. I think you already have my answer.”
I shake my head. “No. Let me take you to dinner.”
I want more of this girl. I don’t know what she is, but I do know she’s more than a quick fuck. “After the show. Go to dinner with me.”
“That’s your proposition?” she asks, her voice incredulous.
“No, there’s more. But let’s start with that.”
She smiles, and suddenly I want to make her smile like that all the time. “Deal.”
I haul her to me, needing one more taste of her before I go back out. When I let her go again, I tell her where to come find me after the show.
She tilts her head, and I know she recognizes the name of my company, but she still hasn’t figured it out.
I simply smile and lead her back into the hallway. “Back to work now, Little Red.”
The rest of the day is a total drag. I make nice for all the important players, knowing I need to get on their good side if I want to close the deal that will take my company where I want it to go, but all I really want is for the day to be over so I can get Ginger back in my arms. And hopefully in my bed.
Finally, it’s over, and I’m sitting across from her at my favorite Vietnamese restaurant in the city. We talk all through dinner until finally I hit upon the subject I really want to discuss.
“So, you’re looking for a new job, right?” I begin.
Ginger looks at me like I’m crazy. “Yeah,” she says slowly.
I lay it out for her, telling her the name of my company. And I know she knows her shit because her mouth drops to the floor.
“No way,” she says when I tell her that not only am I the owner of one of the biggest up and coming bike manufacturers in the country but that I’m also looking to take my marketing to the next level.
I nod. “So, here’s my real proposition, Red. I want you to come work for me. I want you to head up my new campaign.”
“What? Why?”
I can tell this floors her even more. I know part of it is me wanting to be around her, to make sure that this girl is tied to me somehow. I don’t know what that means. I just know a taste of her isn’t enough. But I also think she’s totally qualified. I watched her today when I had a chance, and she not only has the look, but the whole package. She’s exactly what my company needs.
“There’s more,” I tell her, not sure how she’ll react to this. “So before you say yes to the job, you need to know. I want you for more than just working for me. I want you in my bed.”
Her jaw drops again. But why play games? I’m a to the point kind of guy. I put it all out there. So I tell her the hard part, too. I know it seems like I’m offering a job in exchange for sex, but that’s totally not it. I want her for the job regardless of whether she wants to sleep with me or not. And I want her in my bed even if she doesn’t want the job. Ideally, she wants both. Just like I do.
I give her time to process it, then say, “There are no strings here. You take as much or as little as you want. It’s up to you. You think you can be okay with that?”
She takes her time, staring at her hands, but when she looks back up at me, her eyes are full of that same desire I’ve started to crave. And this time there’s no confusion. No hesitation. “I’m totally okay with that.”
Ginger
After we leave the restaurant, we take the train back to Blaze’s apartment, and it’s all I can do to wait until we are inside before I start tearing his clothes off.
It’s crazy. Totally. My life just changed completely in the span of twenty-four hours. And I have no clue at all where it’s headed. But I’m actually okay with that. I’m excited about the possibilities. A new job that I’ve wanted forever. And the sexiest man alive wanting me in his bed? I’ll take it.
I have no idea where this thing with Blaze will go. But I was truthful when I said I was okay with that. I want to live on the edge for once. Not worry about what’s ahead. Enjoy the moment.
And at the moment, I’m really enjoying Blaze’s tongue trailing its way up my inner thigh, headed straight for my pussy.
He growls against my sensitive flesh, that sexy as sin sound making me gush.
More. More. More.
It’s like a chant in my head.
And when he swirls his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, sucking, I moan in pleasure. I grab fistfuls of his hair, pressing him more tightly between my legs, sure I’ll never get enough of this.
But then he grabs me and drags me up into a sitting position, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now and start pulling at his clothes, ready to see him in all his naked glory too.
The sight is magnificent. Intricate ink works its way all over his skin, winding around his arms, his torso, his back. The ink ripples under his taut and bunching muscles. Unable to resist, I trace them with my fingers, then follow behind with my tongue. I want to touch and lick every inch of this man’s body. I could get lost in it for days.
My hands tease his lower stomach, trailing down, further and further until my fingers dance over his thick erection. I wrap him in my hands and give him a tug, loving when his head falls back on a sexy groan.
“Time to return the favor,” I whisper, following my hands once again until I’m hovering just above his cock, my breath teasing the velvety head.
Blaze grips my hair in his hand, much like I did to him, and I know he won’t be gentle. The thought has me excited, my pussy pooling with wetness all over again.
I wrap my mouth around him, flicking my tongue as I put just the tip inside, fisting my hand around the base. Then I flatten my tongue, taking him as far as I can, opening my throat for him.
He lets out a feral growl and thrusts hard, taking my mouth, getting his pleasure from me. I fucking love it. I continue to work my mouth up and down in time with his frantic thrusts, satisfied when I feel him begin to thicken and swell.
But then he pulls me off his cock with a loud pop and flips me over in one fluid motion until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him.
He hands me a condom with a quirk of his brow. Without words, he gives me the control. This strong, wild man letting me be in charge of what happens next.
I rip it open, staring at his dark, dark eyes as I roll it down over his length. And the mood shifts. It’s not as frantic, as needy.
I go slow, lowering myself down over him until he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in tight like they did last night on his bike. We both breathe hard with the sensations rolling through our bodies. A tremor shakes me as I feel him twitch within me.
It spurs me into action, and my hips begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging up and down along my inner walls. It doesn’t take long for my need to rise up again, and soon I’m moving faster, racing toward the finish line, needing desperately to cum on this man’s magnificent cock.
He chuckles, and I meet his eyes. “Knew you wanted a ride, baby,” he says.
I laugh teasingly and echo his words from last night. “Just grip it between my legs, right?”
He waggles his eyebrows, then pulls me down toward him for a bruising kiss that I feel searing its way through my entire body.
Then we’re moving together, panting, desperate. And when I ride right over the edge, he follows right behind, his body quaking as hard as mine with the intensity of our climaxes.
We collapse in a heap, a tangled mess of limbs, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve
ever felt so content. Excited about the future of my job. But just as excited to find out what’s in store for Blaze and me.
I laugh as a thought crosses my mind.
“What?” he murmurs into my hair.
“I had no idea last night that I was about to get my own train sex fantasy come true.”
“Train sex?”
I tell him about Adrienne, and he laughs. “I thought you were pretty worked up last night on the train, but I had no idea.” He flips me over and pins me underneath his hard, inked up body. “I can totally make that a reality.”
I bite my lip, then lose myself in the barrage of kisses he assaults me with.
Oh yeah, I think there is a whole lot of train sex in my future.
Zander & Madison
Zander
The sounds.
The smells.
The slightest movements.
I take them all in. But no one has any idea that I’m aware of every single detail of what’s going on around me. I sit in the corner of the car on the 6 Train, somewhat hidden by the dim light from the blown bulb. I chose my seat here purposely. Everything I do is with purpose.
It’s how I’ve been trained. Even though I’m not active duty anymore, everything I learned as a Navy SEAL is still part of me. Probably always will be. Especially if I end up staying in Manhattan.
So when the dude with the bike rolls right onto the 6 Train, I’m on high alert. What the fuck is this asshole doing? Every nerve in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action.
But I give no indication. There are only a handful of people on the train right now, and if something is about to go down, it will be up to me to make sure no one gets hurt.
I watch the guy’s face, looking for a sign that things are about to get crazy.
A girl on the other side of the train jerks back in her seat and says, “What the hell?”
