by Alexis Angel
Massaging his balls, I place the head back into my mouth and I feel every inch as it slides deeper and deeper down my throat. I bob my head as fast as I can, hell bent on making him explode inside of me. Matching my frenzy, he grabs my ass cheeks again and cranes his neck up, pressing his mouth hard against my pussy.
I let my mind drift off, instinct taking the steering wheel, and I just keep on swaying my hips and rubbing my pussy over his mouth as I work on his cock with my own mouth. Each time my lips touch the skin around the base of his cock, I feel it pulse harder against my tongue, and I know that soon enough a fountain of cum is going to erupt inside of me.
And that just sounds perfect, doesn’t it?
I keep on sucking and licking until the muscles in my neck start to cramp up, but I don’t let that slow me down. Instead, I let the pain fuel the fury of my movements, and I suck on his cock with renewed passion.
At the same time, Malcolm allows his fingers to wander over the curve of my ass cheeks and he starts caressing my crack. I feel his index finger going over that valley between my cheeks, and then he just presses it against my hole.
The coming and going motion of my head becomes erratic as I feel his finger on my ass, and then he just starts pushing it in, burying it inside my ass.
Now sucking on my pussy while he fingers my ass, he drives me through pleasure’s road, and I already feel that sweet pressure building up in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know if he can tell I’m close to coming, but he starts going so hard that if I had to bet, I’d say that yes – Malcolm knows how to read my body better than anyone.
I feel slight spasms making my pussy lips tremble inside Malcolm’s mouth, my eyes rolling in their orbits as a violent orgasm takes over both my mind and body at the same time.
Taking my mouth off his cock, I moan loudly, my high-pitched voice straining to turn the ecstasy rushing through my head into sound. I keep on moaning until the orgasm dies down inside of me, and I only quiet down when I feel my throat growing raw, the intensity of my moan almost too much for my body.
“Jesus,” I whisper silently, opening my eyes and breathing in deeply. Ready to finish him off, I grip his cock tightly and I prepare to dive into him with my mouth open when he stops. He places his hands on my hips and forces me to roll to the side, turning around as he does it.
He goes to his feet and pulls me after him, bending over and grabbing me by the wrist. I let him pull me up, and then he presses his body fast against mine, pushing me back and pinning me against the wall once more. With both his hands on my wrists, he forces me to lift up my arms and he pins them above my head.
I look into his eyes, taking in all the hunger flickering there, and I almost give in to the desire prickling my mind.
Two words.
I just have to say two words and my body will have what it needs. I just need to say ‘fuck me’ and, before I even know what’s happening, he’ll bury that huge cock inside my pussy and fuck me mercilessly. That’s what my body wants, that’s what my heart and soul want… But my mind says ‘no’, a smudge of rationality still stopping me from ruining the whole thing.
I can’t give in to Malcolm this easily. Not when there’s so much at stake.
And still, my body fights back against my mind. I crane my neck and crush my lips against Malcolm’s, kissing him with the urgency of someone that’s about to lose control. I feel his fingers loosening the pressure on my wrists and I escape from his hold, taking one hand straight to his cock and wrapping my fingers around it.
With my other hand on his waist, I pull him into me and lift one leg slightly up, locking it behind his lower leg. I take my hand out from his waist and hike my dress up to my waist again, baring my pussy; angling his cock, I brush his tip against my drenched folds and grit my teeth, feeling as if I’m walking over the edge of a blade.
I’m so close to snapping, so close to surrender… And yet, I can’t.
“Just say the word, Athena,” he whispers, running one hand through my hair. I hear his strong deep voice wrapping itself around my brain, poisoning my rationality, and I almost let him inside of me.
“No,” I tell him, sighing heavily as the rational part of me somehow wins the battle against my dark side.
“You’re going to be the end of me, Athena,” Malcolm sighs, and I can feel some of the tension leaving his body. He was ready for it, his soul burning as he waited to hear an ‘yes’ coming out of my mouth.
“I know,” I whisper back at him, letting go of the hem of my dress and allowing the fabric to cover my naked skin again. Still, even though I might not fuck him… That doesn’t mean I’m through with him.
I go down to my knees, my hands sliding down his body, and I take my open mouth straight into his cock, allowing his long inches inside of me. I curl my fingers around Malcolm’s shaft at the same time and start sucking and stroking in tandem, his cock already twitching between my lips.
It doesn’t take him long. He was so intent on fucking me that his cock was already primed for a mind shattering orgasm.
Next thing I know, a violent spasm takes over his whole shaft and I feel the warmness of his seed take over my mouth. Gushing his load into me, he fills up my mouth faster than I expected, and thick strands of semen escape from between my lips and start dripping down the length of his shaft, pooling down around the base of his cock.
I keep my mouth on his cock as he empties his balls, and I only dare to roll my lips back when I feel that his orgasm has finally come to an end. Moving slowly, I take my mouth off his cock and fall back, sitting up on the floor. Then, feeling my body weaker than I expect, I throw myself back and collapse on the tile floor as my chest rises and falls fast, Malcolm’s cum still filling my mouth.
Following after me, Malcolm goes does to his knees and then climbs on top of me, his body pressing down on mine. He looks into my eyes and offers me one of his heart-melting smiles. I smile back at him, enjoying the way his lips (and, really, almost his whole face) still glistens from my pussy juices.
“Ah, fuck it, c’mere,” he says all of a sudden, placing one hand under my neck and forcing my head up. At the same time, he leans into me and crushes his mouth on mine, using his tongue to open up my lips. Sliding his tongue inside my mouth, he swirls it around my own, playing with his own cum at the same time.
When he pulls back from me, there’s cum dripping down both our chins, and the wickedness of the whole situation makes me laugh. I can’t believe I’m laying down on the floor of the Met after being eaten out and having a guy like Malcolm cum inside my mouth. On the ranking of crazy things I did, this surely takes the top spot.
Looking into Malcolm’s eyes, I then purse my lips and just swallow his load, smiling as I feel his saltiness sliding down my throat. Running one hand through my hair, he takes his other hand to my lips and brushes his thumb over my mouth, scooping up the stray beads of cum hanging there.
Never taking his eyes off of mine, he takes his cum coated finger to my mouth and has me lick it dry. I do it willingly, my mind still struggling to comprehend what we’ve done. I still can’t believe it, you know? I mean, this is the Met, not some shady bar where you can sneak off to the bathroom with some tall handsome stranger!
“I never knew the Met could be this interesting,” I find myself saying, a bright laugh on my lips.
“Art is always interesting,” he laughs back at me, and I just close my eyes for a moment and try to imprint the moment into my mind.
This is one of these moments I know will become a treasured memory.
Ah, Malcolm, what are you doing to me?
Athena
“C’mon … let it out. I know that smile,” Julia tells me, pushing another martini into my hand. I take it hesitantly, and then just swirl it around, playing with the green olive floating inside the glass.
“What are you talking about?” I ask her, but even my tone of voice is betraying me right now. Julia can see through me as if she had put a listening device inside my b
rain; it’s impossible to lie to her.
“Are you kidding me?” She takes her tequila shot to her lips and then throws her head back, downing the whole thing at once. “God,” she grimaces, sticking her tongue out, and then turns her gaze back to me. “I remember when you started dating Piece of Shit.”
Ever since Ben broke up with me, Julia refuses to call him by his name. According to her, evil bastards like him don’t deserve to be acknowledged as real human beings.
“So?”
“So you have the same dazed smile on your face right now. Which can only mean that…” she trails off, waiting for me to finish her sentence, but I just take a sip of my martini and then shake my head.
“Uh-uh. You’re wrong. It’s not like that.”
“It’s exactly like that. You’re falling for Malcolm, aren’t you?” See what I told you? There’s no fooling her.
“I…” For a fraction of a second, I almost give in to the temptation of trying to feed her some bullshit excuse, but I quickly give up on that. “I don’t know, Julia. I really don’t.”
“Now I regret ever suggesting you should lose your panties in order not to lose your shirt,” she sighs, waving her finger at the bartender and asking for one more shot of tequila. The bartender, a bearded guy with a bowtie and suspenders, winks at her and turns around to prepare her drink.
“It’s not like I had a choice, Julia.” I sigh, my gaze wandering over the crowded room. We’re at the Death & Company bar and, despite its grim name, it’s actually a nice place to get shitfaced. Which I kinda need right now. “When Ben came into my office, he --”
“I knew it! That fucking piece of shit meant trouble!” she shouts drunkenly, snatching her tequila out of the bartender’s hand and drinking it down like a true sailor. She grimaces again, and then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “What did that asshole want?”
“He threatened me … Or, well, he threatened the company. If I don’t make Malcolm fall in love with me, he’ll leak the tapes.”
“Fucking bastard,” she mutters under her breath. I don’t need to explain to her about the tapes; that’s a story I’ve already told her long ago.
“Yeah. So, aside from having to worry about the money, now I also have this on my plate…”
“And you’re falling in love with Malcolm, don’t forget about that,” she nods sagely, almost as if she really believes I’d forget about such a thing. If anything, I can barely think of anything else. “But that isn’t so bad, right? If you’re falling for him, and if he falls for you… Your company will be safe.”
“It’s not so simple, Julia,” I tell her with a sigh, finishing my martini and waving the empty glass at the bartender. Like clockwork, he snags the glass in front of me and replaces it with a full one. “Ben wants me to succeed because that means Malcolm will have to pay up the $100 million… and why would Ben want such a thing to happen?”
“I… uh, I have no idea,” she mumbles.
“I’m pretty sure he wants to see Malcolm’s company burn. That’s the only explanation for this. And I… I can’t allow that to happen. You’re right…” Another sigh takes over my lips, and then I finally admit it all. “I’m really falling for him.”
“Shit,” Julia whispers again, setting her empty shot of tequila in front of her. This time she doesn’t ask for another one. “That’s not good. I mean, I’m happy you’ve put an end to that all men suck philosophy of yours, but overall it isn’t looking good.”
“No, it isn’t looking good,” I repeat after downing my martini with one single gulp. Then, for good measure, I pop the olive into my mouth. It seems that only now that Julia has decided to slow down her drink-all-the-tequila rhythm, I’ve picked up the speed. Matters of the heart and alcohol—I wonder why they always go hand-in-hand.
“What are you going to do now?” she asks me, and that’s the same question that’s been hammering my mind for the past few days. And, despite spending all my days trying to think of a solution, I still haven’t gotten anywhere. This seems like an unsolvable puzzle, one that I’m being forced to complete all the same.
“I have no idea,” I sigh, taking the martini to my lips and allowing the bitter liquid to burn its way down my throat, scorching just a bit more of my rationality as it settles on my stomach and escapes into my bloodstream. “All I know is that I can’t let Ben win.”
“Of course not. That asshole needs to be stopped! He’s using you, and he’ll keep using you and blackmailing you even if you do what he wants…!”
“I know, I know… God, I’m fucked.”
She looks at me with her wide eyes, trying to look for the right words, and then she rests one hand on my shoulder and gives me a comforting smile.
“Yes, you are,” she whispers, and my jaw hangs open slightly.
“Thank you for the support,” I laugh bitterly, and then ask the bartender for another martini. Maybe if I get drunk enough I won’t dream of all this bullshit tonight.
“Now, seriously… before you do anything, you need to be sure of Malcolm’s feelings.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you don’t know him that well, Athena… You’re falling in love, and you’re trying to protect him. I get it, I really do. But you need to be sure he’s worth it.”
I look at her and smile, nodding. She’s right, of course... but, deep down, I already know that Malcolm’s worth it.
Why? Because I’m in love.
Malcolm
"Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring, bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire…"
I change the song with a quick tap on my phone.
"Oh, and baby I'm fist fighting with fire, just to get close to you, can we burn something, babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste, must be love on the brain, that's got me feeling this way …"
Tap. Tap.
"Mind in one place. Heart in another…"
Tap. Tap.
Fuck. Since when did everything on my music streaming remind me of Athena? And why is everyone singing about love, anyways? I can't fucking escape her. No matter what I do, no matter where I'm at, no matter how hard I try, she's always there, a ghost haunting every corner of my brain.
Except, she isn't a ghost at all. She's real. Flesh and blood.
And I can't get enough of her.
I stand up from my chair, and pace my office, forcing myself to stretch and move. I look out the windows and across the city skyline, hoping to clear my mind, but every fucking skyscraper looks like a hard cock reaching toward space.
Great. Now I'm thinking about sex too.
But a deal is a deal. I have to keep seeing her … or I could dismiss her and see someone else. That's the nature of this game.
The smart thing to do would be to let her go … but I can't. And normally, the word 'can't' isn't even a fucking part of my vocabulary.
Athena is even infiltrating my dreams.
Last night I dreamt that we were in the middle of an ocean—maybe the Pacific? And beds of kelp were wrapping around our ankles as we swam, naked and vulnerable. In my dream she kept slicing her legs through the water, effortless, her hair floating and following the current, her tits buoyant. She kept turning back and looking at me, with a teasing smile on her face, and I was swimming after her, always at arms length, reaching out, moving forward.
And the fucking funny thing about it was the sense of serenity in it.
You think that they opposite would be true, right? But no.
I shake my head and pull my phone from my pocket because honestly, I don't know what's come over me.
I scroll through my contacts—Alexis, Angie, April, and then I see her name—Athena.
The three sweetest syllables ever assembled in one package.
I press her name, and the phone starts to dial.
I have no idea why, but I can't sit still. I pace my office, waiting for her to pick up, and with every ring, my pulse quickens.
"Hello, Mal."
Oh fuck, just hearing her voice makes my cock twitch.
"What do you say we do dinner tonight?" I ask, hopeful that she's available.
There's a pause, and then she answers. "I like the sound of that."
"Good. I'll text you with a time, and send a driver."
"And where are we going?" she asks.
"Leave it to me; that part's a secret."
"I do love a surprise. I look forward to it."
We hang up, and I crumple a stray piece of paper into a ball and shoot it into a nearby wastebasket. It bounces on the rim, and falls in, and I pump my fist in the air.
Score!
Is this what falling for someone feels like? Better than any drug-induced high?
If so, how do I pump the breaks when it feels like I'm taking a ride on a runaway train?
I'll find a way. Malcolm fucking Bane doesn't fall in love. Not now. Not ever.
Just as I start to send Athena a text with the details for our dinner, the door to my office opens.
I look up and see a man I never expected to see.
He's wearing a suit that looks a size too big, and I wonder to myself if he's ever considered seeing a tailor. He has a wide grin on his face that seems to animate his already comical eyebrows. I think he has more hair on his eyebrows than he does his head.
"I can picture it now," he grins with his caterpillar eyebrows knitting together. He holds his hands up in an expressive gesture. "I'll be kicking my feet up on that desk. Yes, right there. The chair will never do—I'll have that replaced. But the desk can stay."
"What do you want Ben?"
"Want? That's funny, Malcolm. I'm just making an observation—taking stock, if you will because soon all of this will be mine. You can go ahead and kiss this view good bye."
"Get the fuck out of my office," I say, flexing one hand into a fist and shoving it deep inside of my pocket.
"Oh come on," Ben laughs, "There's no need to get bent out of shape. Let's face it; everyone knows you don't have the money to cover your debts."
