by Vale, Vivien
I shake my head to cut her off and look around. Logically, I know nobody is going to overhear us and blow my whole secret. But I’m irrationally concerned. Mostly because I’m seriously considering dumping the whole idea. Now that things are progressing well with my job and Wes has turned out to be so amazing, I feel like my old vendetta against RidgeCo is just that. Old. Not worth dragging out again when there are so many great new things I need to be focusing on. Like Wes.
“I can’t believe you did that!” she cries out, dropping the topic of my so-called revenge and returning to the crazier one of me fucking my boss. “That’s something I would do. You know, if I had a job and an insanely hot boss.”
I laugh again. Paris is the wild one. She goes home with strangers for one night stands and breaks every rule she can find. She’s all about having fun and living for the moment. One day, she’ll settle down. One day. She always says that.
“You have to tell me everything,” she says. “Is he good?”
“God, yes.” I round my mouth into an O and she laughs.
“We did it twice,” I say.
“What?”
I nod. “In his office and at his place.”
Paris is still grinning. “In his office? God, that’s dirty. And hot! I didn’t know you had it in you.”
I’m still smiling but my stomach twists. I’m still a little unsure about what we’re doing and that someone might catch us. Especially if I’m contemplating keeping my job and forgetting all the shit in the past. And Paris is right; it is dirty. I’m surprised to find out just how dirty I like it. But I don’t tell her that.
“I don’t usually do this,” I say. “But there’s something irresistible about him.”
Paris nods. “I totally get that.”
I sip my drink while Paris cross-questions me about facts. When my cocktail is done, I need to pee.
“I’m going to the restroom,” I say. Paris nods, and I leave her at the bar. I do my business, wash my hands and check my hair. I feel good that I told Paris. I’ll fill her in on the rest, later, but I needed to get that out. My head still spins a little, and I don’t look the same as I usually do when I look at myself in the mirror. Alcohol does that to you.
When I go back to the bar, Paris is talking to some guy. She gets male attention all the time. She’s flirting – I can see it from a mile away. When she spots me coming back to the bar she frantically waves at me.
“This is Brad,” she says. “Brad bought us celebratory shots.”
“Why?” I ask. “What are we celebrating?
“You!” Paris cries. “You, and your bold step to fuck your boss.”
I glance at Brad who is grinning ear to ear. He’s staring at Paris likes he wants a piece of her. He lifts his shot and nods at me. Paris does the same. I laugh and accept the shot they offer me. We throw the shots back together and slam our glasses down on the bar. Paris is drunk, and Brad only has eyes for her.
“We’re going to sit down for a bit,” Paris says to me. “Do you mind?”
I shake my head. I know she wants to make out with him. If he’s a good kisser, she’s going to go home with him. Her list of requirements isn’t all that long.
I stay at the bar and order another cocktail. I sip it, looking out at the people drinking and talking around me. Everyone looks so chilled, so happy. Am I the only one with a complicated life? Maybe not, but it feels that way sometimes.
By the time I’m done with my drink Paris still hasn’t returned. I dial her number, and she answers just before I get her voicemail.
“I left with Brad,” she says right away.
“Be safe,” I tell her and hang up. I almost expected this to happen. I push my glass away and decide to leave, too. I’m not interested in the men, here. I only have one man on my mind.
I flag a cab outside and give him Wes’s address. It’s late, almost midnight, but I don’t think he’ll mind. The cab ride is quick to his place – I’m not sure if I dozed off a little – and the driver drops me in front of Wes’s place. I make my way to the front door and ring the bell.
Wes opens not much later. He looks a little surprised.
“Kylie,” he says.
“Are you alone?” I ask, and I’m not sure why I do. I guess I just want to know that it’s safe to come in and take him.
He’s wearing only boxer shorts. I let my eyes slide down his body. His abs are defined, his skin is smooth, and he has a smattering of chest hair across his pectorals. I look down at his boxers. He’s not as hard as I like him. Yet.
That can be changed. And he’s already getting there fast.
I step into the house without being invited and wrap my arms around his body. I press myself against him, feeling the line of his body, and I feel his cock harden against me. I grind my crotch against his cock.
“Are you drunk?” he asks against my lips.
“Just lubricated,” I say.
He grins at my joke. My body responds to his immediately, and I’m wet right away. I feel myself melting into my panties.
“You look like sex on a stick,” Wes says between kisses.
I don’t answer. I don’t have anything to say. Wes doesn’t have much clothing to get rid of so I don’t start undressing him the way I was planning to when I arrived. Instead, I kneel before him and pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and eager. The tip is slick with lust. I press my lips against the tip and lick him, tasting him. He’s salty. The skin is smooth, stretched over his hardness. Silk over iron.
I take him into my mouth and Wes groans. His hands automatically go for my hair, and I bob my head, taking him into my mouth sucking him off.
“What’s gotten into you?” Wes asks.
I look up at him, my mouth still around his cock. I let him go just long enough to answer.
“Hopefully in the next couple of minutes, you.”
I don’t give him much time to digest my joke before taking him into my mouth again. I hum while I suck him off, sending vibrations into his cock and he moans.
“God, Kylie, I’m going to come if you do that.”
I keep doing it because I don’t care. Let him come. I keep bobbing my head, fucking him with my mouth. I want him to shoot his load down my throat.
He pulls out at the last minute, and I look up at him, pouting.
“Don’t do that, baby. Don’t pout,” he says. “I just makes me want to fuck your mouth that much more.”
He pulls me up and against him. His cock presses against me and I want it inside of me.
Wes reaches for my dress and pulls it up, peeling it off my body. I stand in front of him in the black lace underwear ensemble I chose to wear tonight. He stares at me like he’s drinking me in with his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says. He steps closer to me. One hand goes around my waist, the other to my pussy. He cups me over the material of the thong I’m wearing. I know I’ve soaked through my panties. He rubs me through the material, and I moan.
He moves his other hand around as he rubs my breast through my bra as well. My nipples are erect, and he pinches one, pulling, never moving my bra. He’s teasing me, and I love it, and I hate it, all at the same time.
I’m breathing hard, gasping. The mixture of alcohol and Wes makes me so horny I feel like I will spontaneously combust.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I say to him.
“Why?”
He’s asking me just to hear me say it. I’ll say it if that’s what he wants. I’m not shy, tonight.
“Because I want to fuck you.”
His face changes, hunger dominating his features. He pulls me against him, hard, his hand groping me roughly. He pulls the bra away and pinches my nipple. His other hand finds its way under my thong, and he pushes two fingers into my entrance without warning. I cry out because it’s exactly what I need.
He finger fucks me for all of two seconds before he lets me go again. He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. I follow him, feeling like a porn s
tar walking there in lace underwear and high heels.
In the bedroom, Wes turns around. He strips himself of the boxers, and his cock seems bigger than before. He helps me get rid of my underwear, and I step out of the heels before he takes me to the bed. He pushes me so that I lie down, and he dives between my legs.
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Eating Kylie out is one of my favorite things. She tastes like heaven. Heaven and sex. Her pussy is small, and when I stick my tongue into her, she’s so wet. I lick along the length of her slit, flicking my tongue across her clit and she writhes on the bed.
She’s naked, and I run my hands over her body while her sex is pressed into my mouth and her legs are over my shoulders.
I didn’t expect her to come over, tonight. I’m not at all upset that she did. I was ready to go to bed when she appeared like a vision in a tight black dress and a hell of a lot of sex appeal. Stripping that dress off her body was one of the most delicious things I’ve done. Everything with her, though, is fucking fantastic.
I work my tongue over her clit, alternating licking with sucking but I don’t want her to come. Not yet. I want to deny her an orgasm until she’s so close to exploding that it becomes sensational. I listen to how she sounds, her gasping and moaning, I feel her body contract beneath me, and I know when I should let up.
The third time I stop her from coming she whimpers in protest, but I have other things in mind for her. I grab hold of her hips and flip her onto her stomach. I pull her up so that her ass points at me and get onto the bed behind her. It doesn’t take a lot of guidance to get my cock to her entrance, and I push into her.
She cries out. I pull out and do it again, a little harder this time. I love it when she cries out. Her moans are sexy as fuck, and I want her to scream for me.
I hold her steady with my hands on her hips and start fucking her, hard. I slam into her and pull out again, pushing myself into her as deep as I’ll go. Her body rocks back and forth. Her chest is on the mattress so that her body is at an angle and she has the covers gripped in both fists. She cries out every time I slam into her, and I love the sound.
My balls slap against her clit as I go faster and faster. The bed bangs against the wall and the sounds of sex fills the room.
I keep going until I’m getting close to release myself. I don’t want to do that just yet. I slow the pace down and stroke slowly in and out of her. I move my hands to her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks, massaging her while I slowly fuck her. She’s tight. Wet, but tight, and sliding in and out of her feels so good. I run my hand up her back and back down again. Her breathing is heavy. Her head is turned, and I lean to the side to see her eyes are closed. She’s lost in our sex, and I love it.
She came here drunk. Drunk Kylie isn’t shy. She’s horny and shows me exactly what she wants. I love that she came here in her drunken state. She could have gone anywhere. I must have been on her mind, and that makes me happy.
I start moving in and out of her again, pounding harder and harder. Kylie pushes herself up, bracing herself on her arms now. Her head is tipped back, and I reach for her hair. I push my hands into the stuff, right up against her scalp, and close my fist so that I’m holding her. I pull back just enough that she can’t move, but I know I’m not hurting her. At this angle, her back is arched. I know her tits are pushed out on display and half of me wishes I had a mirror to see what she looks like from the front.
I start fucking her hard, using her hair as a handle. My other hand is on her hip again, and I slam into her.
She’s getting closer. I can hear it in her breathing, her moaning. I’ve figured out that she likes it rough, likes to be dominated a little, and me holding her hair was what’s bringing her this close to the edge so quickly.
“Don’t come until I say you can,” I command. She whimpers. I know she’s close so I slow my pace down again. I’m going to do this as long as either of us can hold out. I love denying her orgasms, but when I deny her, I deny myself, too. I’m not just teasing her.
I keep stroking in and out of her, holding onto her hair, holding her in place. I slide my cock in and out of her, slowly, feeling every inch of her. She’s so tight and so wet, and everything about her is so damn hot. I want to come all over her body.
I let go of her hair and reach around her body for her tits, leaning over her. I’m curled around her body, a tit in each hand. I squeeze her and rub her nipples. She moans and cries out, and she’s vocal.
She’s getting close again. Her body shudders below mine.
“No,” I say and let go of her tits, pulling out of her. She gasps and drops her head like she’s sulking.
“Turn around,” I say, and she does as I ask. She’s on her back, and I crawl over her. Her thighs fall open for me, and I push into her entrance with ease. She cries out, and I’m on top of her, fucking her missionary, now. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, head tipped back a little. Her tits sway back and forth as I fuck her, rocking her body back and forth on the bed. I push two fingers into her mouth, and she closes her lips around me, sucking on my fingers like she sucks on my cock. She moans through her nose, sucking on me and it’s turning her on.
I’m getting closer again, too. Fuck, tonight is going to be a lot of push and pull.
I fuck her harder and harder, removing my hand so that I can brace myself, and she cries out with every stroke. In this position, she’s not going to come, not yet. I can keep going like this for a while.
I love how she moans when I fuck her. I love hammering into her and watching her face go slack, her eyes daze over, her lips part. She gasps and moans, filling the room with echoes of her lust and it’s beautiful and sexy.
I keep pounding into her and I know she’s not going to come like this – I’m drawing it out and building it, making it worse, but it won’t push her over the edge. I, on the other hand, am getting closer and closer, and if I don’t do something soon to break the flow of what we’re doing, I’m going to release inside of her.
I can’t think of anything more satisfying than a good orgasm right now, but I don’t want this to end, yet. I’m having too much fun watching her, seeing her come undone at the seams and knowing I am the reason for it.
When I’m getting too close, I pull out. She pouts up at me. Her legs are spread wide, her pussy on display, and her lips are swollen and glistening with our sex. I lift one of her legs, wrapping my hand around her calf, and then the other. I hold them up so that her feet are on either side of my face, her legs perpendicular to her body. Her lips are parted, and she’s breathing hard. Her body is flush, skin blossoming pink on her tits.
“You’re so sexy,” I say to her. She smiles at me, opening her mouth to say something. I don’t let her speak. I pull against her legs, using her as leverage and slam into her again. She gasps and moans instead with her mouth still open. I slam into her again and again, and she gasps and moans. The sound of our sex is the only thing in the room, flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of our sex as I ram into her with my cock. She moans and cries out, and I grunt, and the sounds are hot as hell.
I watch her tits. They move back and forth, swaying on her chest as I rock her body back and forth. Her tits are large, the nipples dark and tight. I want to grab them, squeeze them, but I’m holding onto her legs.
As if she knows, she reaches up and touches her own tits. She tugs at the nipples so the flesh pulls into a point. She rolls the nipples between her fingers and her moans intensify.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Touch yourself.”
She closes her eyes and does as I ask. She grabs handfuls of her own tits and massages them. Her face becomes a little more orgasmic, and it’s hot as hell to see her touching herself. She gives herself over to it completely when she loves herself, the way I feel a woman should. Knowing what you like during sex makes it easier to tell someone else. And Kylie has explored herself before this. I’m sure she knows exactly what she likes.
“Rub your clit while I fuck you,” I command.
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She doesn’t wait for me to ask her twice. With one hand still on her tit, tugging at her nipple, kneading the fleshy mound, she slides her other hand over her abdomen until her hand is between her legs. She pushes her fingers into her slit. She touches the base of my cock where I’m sliding in and out of her to wet her fingers a little, and I shiver when she does.
When she touches her clit, she moans and closes her eyes. She gasps, her face changing. Her mouth opens more, wide enough that I can push my cock in there if I want to. She gasps, and her cries become more intense.
I look down at her pussy, and her fingers are working her clit in tight little circles, moving in the same rhythm as my pumping into her. Her breathing becomes faster, shallower, erratic. I pump harder and harder.
She cries out, and her body rocks back and forth on the bed, the tit that she’s not squeezing and massaging rocking with it. Her eyes are closed, her face is erotic, and I know she’s caught up in a world where the only thing that matters is what I’m doing to her with my cock and the pleasure she’s getting from it.
Her gasps become cries. Every time I thrust into her, she cries out, louder and louder. I can feel her walls clamp down on me. She gets tighter and tighter. I must hold back not to explode inside of her and cut this whole thing short.
A moment later, she topples over the edge. She screams and squeezes her eyes shut. Her fingers close around her tit, fingers digging into her skin. She closes her legs, bending her knees, curling into herself and I feel her body contract around my cock.
It’s so hot I stop moving to keep control of myself. Her body spasms, and she cries out, moaning. She turns her face to the side, and her long hair somehow falls over her face so that she looks like a hot mess.
For a moment, she stops breathing. Then she gasps, and she gulps down air.
“Oh, Wes,” she says. “That was intense.”
I grin at her. “Hot as fuck,” I say.
She looks at me with a shy smile. I still have my cock inside her, but neither of us is moving.
“How about a shower?” I ask.
