by M R Field
“Oh my…,” she pants, her fingers landing on my head in frantic movements, curling into my short hair and frantically holding on. My own hands tighten the grip I have on her, as the flesh I feed on consumes me. Her delicious pussy fulfils my every need.
I bring one hand down to rub around her clit as her panting increases. My tongue begins to fuck her as I time the movements with my thumb, feeling her thighs shift around my head.
“Holy fuck!” she cries, as she tries to pull my head closer. Any closer and we’d be Siamese twins, honey.
I smile against her folds, enjoying her frantic breaths as I bring my other hand down from under her, to enter her tight centre. She tightens around my finger, and I move it in sync with my thumb, licking near my thumb to cause a mass of sensations.
“I’m close…,” she pants. “So, so, close.”
Her voice drifts above me, and I continue tasting her with my tongue and fingers. Her hand moves from my head to the end of the table, as her hips tilt forward and her back arches. Her moans echo throughout the room, as she begins to convulse around my fingers. I reduce the momentum, while my finger slides in and out slowly, my tongue lapping her, drawing out the final convulsions of her orgasm. Her behind presses against the table, her legs drooping to either side of my face, hanging aimlessly. I kiss along her folds as I slide my finger out, running my tongue one last time along her opening and enjoying her moan as one thigh flinches beside my ear. I kiss the side of her leg and sit up, wiping my face against my sleeve and resting my hands on top of her tremoring legs.
Her dazed eyes and flushed cheeks are all the recognition I need for a job well done.
“How are you feeling?” I ask soothingly, massaging her legs.
She blinks and takes a deep breath in and out. “Like I want to live inside your head and act out every other fantasy,” she gushes, and I stand, her legs moving out a little so I can step in between them.
I keep my hand on her thighs so I can look at her. She’s gorgeous in her afterglow. She’ll be radiant when we make love.
“You’d like what’s stored in there. I think we should set a meeting up and plan each one.” I nuzzle her neck, enjoying her softness, and give her a gentle kiss.
She cups my face and whispers against my lips, “Be sure to include all the details.”
Her eyes twinkle as she moves in and kisses me, long and languidly. I want to take it further so badly. It would be so easy to slip inside her, take her on this table, but not for our first time.
My phone alarm sounds from my desk, and it breaks our kiss.
“I forgot I set that.” I turn and walk quickly to shut it off, but not before I see the reminder that the cleaners are going to be here in ten minutes. “Oh, shit.”
I shove my phone in my pocket and look up at Letty. “The cleaners will be up here in ten. I usually set my alarm to try to avoid them, as the vacuum annoys me when they clean under my feet.”
Her eyes widen as she jumps off the desk, her skirt flaring out as she looks at the floor and bends down, snatches her panties, and then shifts from one foot to the other, pulling them on.
“It’s a shame you have to cover such a lovely pus—.”
“Eek!” Her shoulders shake in revulsion. “Don’t call it that in public!”
“Then what do I call it?” I step closer. Her hands franticly move over her hair as she walks to her desk to attack her tissue box. Ten tissues later, she rushes back to the table and wipes it down, despite me not really seeing any mess.
“I don’t want them to suspect anything!” Her hand slashes across the table a few more times before she stares at the tissue box like it’s a murder weapon. “Where do I put this?”
“The bin,” I offer, confused by her reaction to it.
“They’ll know! I need a plastic bag or something.”
I walk over to her, grab the tissue ball from her hand, and try to reassure her. “Calm down, love. They aren’t going to know.”
I go to the bathroom, dispose of it quickly in the bin, and wash my hands. I chuckle at my Einstein hair. Even though I have short hair, she did a good point of messing it up.
I find her by her desk, tidying up, and I have to chuckle. “I think that’s the cleaners’ job.”
She grabs her spray bottle for her bamboo plants and sprays them, her fingers almost attacking them.
“Letty, let’s go. They won’t know, I promise.”
She holds the bottle up and takes a quick breath. “I’ll hold you responsible if they do.”
She sprays the bottle toward me, and I laugh, turning to pack up my laptop and other belongings, putting them into my backpack along with the bike gear for the weekend.
We walk out to the elevator, and I press the button, our shoulders touching as we watch the floor levels light up. Being this close is too big of a temptation, so I do what any self-respecting guy would do with the taste of a beautiful woman on his tongue. I reach behind, squeezing her arse for a second.
“Behave, Mr. Lawson.” Her hand swats mine.
“It’s a struggle in your presence, Miss Chase. Besides, I feel old, you calling me that.”
Her face turns to mine, her eyes trailing up and down my body, the curve to her lips deepening. “You don’t look it.”
We enter the enclosed lift, and I have to silently repeat my promise to keep professional. But I want to continue with what we started today. It also occurs to me that we haven’t been stuck in this lift alone since that time it broke down.
“I wanted to kiss you so badly when we were stuck in here,” I tell her against her ear.
Her face turns toward me, and she whispers against my lips. “I wanted you to. Especially with all that mood lighting.”
She giggles and gives me a quick peck, but I grab hold of her face to deepen it for a few minutes. Fuck, we’re behaving like one of those teenage couples that can’t keep their hands off each other.
I break the kiss and rub her cheek, while tracing the edge of her grin. I position myself next to her and find the lift about to open into the car park. The lift opens, and the cleaners are on the other side in the secluded car park, ready to start their shift.
“Are you going to ride now?” She looks at my bike, and my thoughts turn dirty for a nanosecond before I see her gaze on my backpack, and she frowns. “Won’t it be unsafe in the dark?”
“I’ll put on my lights, and I’ll be all right. I just have to clip back my suit pants, as I didn’t change. I was a little distracted.”
Her cheeks darken, but she reaches forward with her free hand and pulls at my strap. “Nope. You’re loading it all in my car.”
I want to protest that I’ve done this a hundred times before, but spending more time with her is too good to refuse.
“Besides,” she calls out to me from the back of her car, her hips bent as she throws in her bag. My cock hardens. “I’m hungry.”
So am I. “Well, let’s get you fed.”
She flips up the boot of her car so I can begin loading the bike in the back. Good thing she’s got a 4WD.
We load it, and she turns to grin up at me, but being so close is causing my blood to rush south. I grab her hips and lean into her, caging her against the car. “I can still taste you on my tongue.”
Her breath hitches, and I press into her.
“I’m finding it really hard not to seduce you.”
“I won’t stop you.”
Fuck, I want her, but not tonight.
“I’m going to remember every part of today,” I tell her, watching her blue eyes soften. “Your moans, your taste, and what it felt like to have you watch me will be on constant replay.”
“We can skip dinner and go back to my place.” Her voice is wispy, needy. She rubs her chest against me, but I lightly shake my head.
“I want you, Letty. More than I’ve wanted anyone, but when I have you, I’ll have more than a few spare hours before work. I’ll have tomorrow and a day. You’ll be my personal all-you-can-eat
buffet.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“I’m going to enjoy the sound of you.” I wink and move back before I do take her in this car park.
We drive to her place and spend time cooking in her kitchen alone, as Piper is at work. Despite wanting to spend some non-physical time together, every time she bends, moves, or breathes, I want to touch her—or at least make an excuse to.
“I have an exhibition in a few weeks at a new gallery. Did you want to come?” She stirs the vegetables, adding a few drops of sesame oil to the sauce.
“Sounds good. Is that what you were working on that time I saw you at your folks, all hot mechanic chick?” I waggle my eyebrows, and she laughs.
“Hardly. More like stinky mechanic. It got hot in Dad’s shed, but, yes, that’s the one. I have two canvases and one metal object.”
“We can do the exhibition and then dinner out?” Then I’ll probably end up buying them all. I’ll add that to the list of things I need to tell you.
“Oh, a date? Is this a ‘woo’ in progress?” She grabs the handle of her wok and tosses its contents, clusters of vegetables and meat flipping up like she’s a little chef.
“I’ll put my woo face on, don’t you worry.”
“I want to meet Duke,” Letty announces, as she serves up the stir-fry.
“He’s a master manipulator and cunning at all things relating to food extortion,” I respond, gathering a couple of forks. A warmth spreads across my chest at how at ease we are.
“I can take him on.”
“Well, let’s introduce the two of you on Friday night. You can distract him while I unpack your overnight bag. Bring the red lace. Always.”
“Subtle, boss man. Very, very subtle.” She smirks as she scoops out the stir-fry.
“I have a spare room.” I touch a fork to my chest in mock outrage. “Not sure what you’re implying.”
“How do you know I even own any red lace? Or that you’ll even see it if I do?” Her brow raises, and I place the forks onto the table.
“My intentions are only ever honourable in regard to your underwear.”
“Oh, bugger.” She places two plates on the table and looks up at me. “I was hoping they weren’t.”
Right. Looks like my pants have shrunk in size again.
“Hungry?” she asks, pointing to the food, when I know she isn’t referring to that.
“Starving.” We sit at the table facing each other, her ankle resting on top of my foot. I wait for her before picking up my fork and stabbing into a piece of meat, watching her do the same.
“I like when you woo.” Letty’s eyes meet mine, and I wink. You haven’t seen anything yet.
We spend the rest of the evening in an easy banter, both chatting about our lives and our siblings.
“I can’t believe they have bets going on.” She laughs, and I shake my head.
“Parker will be loving this, as it means Mum won’t be hassling him. She just wants grandchildren. But he’ll get his comeuppance. He can gossip to Mum all he likes—I’ll be the first to make that big man-baby wish he didn’t mess with me or my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Her fork hangs against her lip, her eyes widening.
I ignore her freak-out. “Partner, woman, lover, companion … piece of hot ars—.”
“I get it!” she shrieks, and I put my fork down, but she turns away.
“Letty.” I lower my voice and wait for her to look at me. Eventually, her shoulders droop as
she turns. “What’s wrong?”
“I just felt shy for minute. Never thought the hunk Cole Lawson would be my boyfriend.”
“Would love master be more appropriate?” I offer, and she giggles, chipping some of that unease away.
“You’re a dork,” she scolds, picking at her meal.
“Letty,” I say. “Would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”
She scrunches her nose before laughing. “Yeah, I’ll be your woman. You big idiot.”
I smile widely at her, diving into my meal, feeling like the biggest sap in existence.
“You know, when you grin like that, you remind me of your dad.”
I hold my fork mid-air, looking back at her, the grin fading off my face slightly. She frowns, but continues, “He had the same cheeky streak as you, but the way Kevin looked at Judith … it was nice. Like he knew a secret that no one else did.”
My pulse flip-flops in my chest, but not in pain. I remember that look. “Yeah. He liked to stir her up but also be sweet, too. He knew what she’d do to his balls if he tried anything else.”
We share a laugh, and I ignore the gloomy thoughts reminding me to tell her the truth. Not tonight. I want to savour the taste of our kisses and leave her wanting and needing more. Like I do constantly.
Bring on Friday. Let it come sooner rather than later; we’ve wasted enough time already.
Letty
I’ve spent the last few days filtering emails, organising appointments, and attempting to be the most efficient assistant I can, as it seems that my brain has caught some type of Cole fever, where symptoms include stupidity, daydreaming, and eyes of a wandering nature. Toward someone’s gluteus maximus region. Is he wearing tighter suit trousers? I swear they are fitting him like a second skin.
When I’d be normally the organised assistant, I’ve stuffed up a couple of times this week, floating around in La-La Land as my thoughts about Cole have become downright filthy. Meetings spent together as a group have been testing my willpower.
Every corner of our office seems to be more luminous now. It’s gone from being my most loathed place to being one of my favourites. While its features seem simple, it has art potential to me. Every edge, corner, wall, and doorframe draws my attention to it more. I could carve the shape of this room into any piece of artwork. My senses are simmering. It’s amazing how an orgasm at work can make you see things in a whole new, vibrant light.
Cole’s mouth on me sends me into an eclipse that has my loins aching for more. He also knows how to make me feel more wired. That cheeky arse found a pen in his drawer that he can use to annoy the living shit out of all of us again. The worse part? Knowing what each click means is like a direct hit to my clit. As we sat around the meeting table, the one my arse christened just a few days ago, I was reminded of where his mouth and tongue had been. This is all part of his devious plan to have me transfixed. Another form of methodical torture.
Each meeting this week showcased some of Cole’s best performances. He conducted meetings that centred on the delivery of the project while also fucking with my head. He used innuendos about the framing in a design and how “hard” it had to be, while also reinforcing a few other choice phrases to keep my nerves on high alert. At one stage, he asked if I needed to adjust the cooling, as my face looked flushed, but I shrugged and said that it must have been certain company causing the stuffiness.
My attention was drawn constantly to his mouth, his hand around the pen, and him casually shifting back in his chair, like he had no care in the world. Meanwhile, I wanted to straddle him and finish what we started. Then we’d really have to alter the cooling.
While we worked on securing projects and drafting up timelines, Cole made sure to keep his voice neutral, not affectionate. I remained civil, but my pulse beat against my skin in an outcry. He was stronger than I was when it came to this. It didn’t help that a few times, he came in and showered, leaving my imagination to run wild with thoughts of what he was doing in there. His smile as he left the bathroom told me he knew what I was thinking. That seductive cad. But not today. Today, I was going to have some payback torture of my own.
We only have one group meeting, and luckily most of the boys aren’t going to be there, due to their external appointments. I’m sure my squirming is beginning to draw attention. Unless they think I have worms.
Cole and I haven’t seen much of each other at night due to me visiting my parents for dinner. Surprisingly, my parents informed
me they are going to come to the exhibition. I’m sure Odette put them up to it. Spending some time with Piper was also necessary. She needed her five minutes grilling time over what Cole and I were up to, and some binging on our favourite reality shows.
I still want my normal life to remain the same. I refuse to become that girl who drops her life for a guy, no matter how tempting he is. It’s not like his hot bod is going to disappear into vapour overnight. There will be time for some exploration. Besides, all this delayed gratification just means the wait will be sweeter. I can’t wait to run my tongue along his skin this time around. He may have bossed me the other night in his ultra-sexy voice, but this little kitten didn’t realise that before that encounter, I’d barely been turned on in my life. Now, I want that current to sizzle again. I am ready to turn into a tigress without blinking. Buckle up, buddy.
In past relationships, I’ve waited to sleep with men—although it’s not like there have been many of them. I haven’t connected with men as easily as I’d hoped I would. Yet, with Cole, I can’t wait any longer. Every part of me pushes me toward him, and I know from the determination in his touch and his lips covering mine that he is being driven just as crazy by me. Sure, we are two hapless, horny fools, but if that’s what he can do with his tongue, I want to know what else he can perform. Every time I look at him, I want to get closer. This pseudo distance is driving me crazy.
As I button my shirt and tuck it into my pencil skirt, I smile. Today I am going to drive Cole wild. I part my hair to the side and begin French braiding it toward the back. Then I braid the other side and tuck the ends, linking them together. Normally I wear my hair out, as the curls do their own thing, but today I want my neck to be completely on display.
I run my fingers along my deeply crushed velvet A-line skirt, which feels like heaven against my thighs. I check that my long-sleeved beige shirt is tucked in, and I leave my neck bare so I can send Cole a few reminders about the mark that is no longer there. The old wives’ tale of toothpaste did in fact work. I slip in a pair of double-twisted silver earrings that I made, glide on some nude gloss, and smile. Wonder how far my gloss will go along his skin when we let loose?
