by Alexis Angel
"You don't know anything about me," I say, "Other than the fact that you lost to me once before, and you'll lose again."
"That's funny. Go ahead and live in that fantasy of yours, but this time, there isn't some small town businessman that you're going to turn into a hero. No, this time, you really fucked up. So, tell me, was she worth it?"
"Fuck you."
"And from what angle did you bend her over this desk?" he grins, pointing across the glossy mahogany. "Was it from here? Or over here? No—no, I bet it was from this side so that you could look out across the city that's about to chew you up and spit you out."
Now he's gone too far.
I step up close to him, and I can feel my heart kicking in my chest. I shove a stiff finger into his chest.
"I'm not going to say this again," I say. "Get the fuck out of my office right now, before I make you."
"Soon to be my office—remember that," Ben says, turning on his heels and walking out the door. "Revenge is sweet."
As soon as he's gone, I take a few deep breaths, trying to steady my pulse. I'm mad enough to put my fist through a wall, but I won't.
I can't allow myself to stoop to his level.
Besides, I have a date with Athena.
And if there was ever a time that I needed to keep a cool head, it's now.
Athena
Do you know that scene in a movie where the man of your dreams is cooking dinner for you, his red tie thrown over his shoulder as he paces around the kitchen? Yeah, that’s happening right now.
Malcolm invited me to have dinner at his apartment, and that’s where I am right now. Sleek and modernist, his home is even better than I remember it from the booty call night, but what else did I expect from a man famous for how much money he has? Still, even though I suspected there was actually no dinner involved and that it was all a ruse to get me to be alone with him, I came all the same.
After all, dinner or no dinner, it sounded good.
When he opened the door and invited me in, though, I couldn’t help but be surprised: with his tie thrown over one shoulder, a kitchen towel draped over the other, I quickly realized that yes, there was actually going to be a dinner… and Malcolm was the one cooking.
I’m leaning against one of the kitchen walls now, watching as Malcolm stirs a pot and tastes the sauce with his wooden spoon. “Perfect,” he whispers to himself, and then looks back at me over his shoulder. “Spaghetti carbonara. I know it sounds simple, but wait till you try it.”
“Don’t tell me … that’s your specialty?” I ask him with an amused tone. Turning on his heels, he closes the distance between the two of us and crushes his mouth against mine, one of his hands on my waist.
“Among other things, yes,” he whispers and then, just as fast as he came, he goes back to the oven. He takes the pot out and then arranges the spaghetti in two dishes. Folding the kitchen towel over his forearm, he grabs the two plates from the counter and starts walking toward the dining room.
I follow after him, and I stop frozen in place as I see the table he has set in the middle of the room; it’s small and intimate, a red tablecloth thrown over it, and there are three small candles burning in the center of it. It’s like something out of a dream.
“Come,” he tells me as he sets the plates down on the table. He pulls one chair back as he speaks, and then waves me toward it. My feet carry me there, and it feels as if I’m walking on clouds.
“Thank you,” I tell him, feeling like a girl on her first date.
Uh-uh, this isn’t good, Athena. Remember what happens when you fall in love. Men are all the same. I hear that voice again, one of distrust and fear, and I do my best to push it to a dark corner in my mind. Right now I don’t want to be bogged down by cold rationality; I want to enjoy the moment, to be swept off my feet and treated like a real princess.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Malcolm says as he sits across from me, and I just smile at him, completely at a loss for words. Wetting my lips, I then manage to form a coherent sentence.
“You really know how to impress a woman, don’t you?” I ask him, not even bothering with hiding the fact that I’m impressed by everything he has prepared for the evening.
“Just wait till I put on a Michael Bublé record,” he laughs quietly, and then just offers me his delicious smile.
“I thought you were more of a Michael Bolton kind of man,” I shoot right back at him, enjoying our little back and forth banter.
“Maybe that’s my dark secret,” he starts, but then his smile becomes a more serious one. Not really,” he says, reaching across the table and laying his hand on top of mine. His touch is warm and soft, and it sends a shiver up my spine. “I’ve actually never tried to impress a woman … and I never cooked for one before. As weird as it may sound.”
“It does sound weird, yeah. But I’m flattered,” I laugh as I look him in the eyes, the warmness of his touch spreading all over my body. Seriously, why can’t I be around him without feeling like this? I just can’t think straight whenever I’m close to him.
“But then again, I’ve never failed to fuck a woman when I wanted to… until I met you,” he says, his soft smile turning into a wicked grin.
“So romantic,” I say with a teasing smile and he smirks at me.
I take a deep breath. I need to keep my cool.
But I forget all that. Because that's when he looks into my eyes with his intense eyes.
“I’m not like other women. You know that now,” I tell him with a gentle purr, feeling a wetness taking over my pussy and drenching the fabric of my thong. Right now, I have no idea how I’ve managed to resist the urge to spread my legs for him and have his cock inside of me.
“No, you’re better than all other women,” he replies quickly, leaning back against his chair and keeping his eyes focused on mine. “Everything about you is so much better, Athena…” he trails off then, lowering his voice as his eyes fall down toward my cleavage. “And I mean everything.”
“You sound like a true romantic right now,” I say, laughing coyly, but my voice is as heavy as the world. God, I want his body pressed against mine so fucking bad. I just want to jump on the table, crawl toward him and kiss those delicious lips of his… And more than his lips, I want—no, I need—to feel his huge cock.
“I’m a romantic at heart,” he continues, “Didn’t you know that?”
“Does that mean you’ll propose before you try and get inside my panties tonight?” I whisper, suddenly feeling the warmness under my skin turning into a scorching white heat.
“Well, I’m not that big of a romantic. It’s mostly a part-time thing,” he grins, and in his eyes I can read it all: he’s dying to fuck me.
And, God, I’m dying for him to fuck me.
I look down at my plate, watching the tomato sauce dripping over the spaghetti he cooked, and I suddenly realize that I’m not even hungry anymore. It seems that whenever I’m around Malcolm, eating is almost impossible. Remember what happened at Masa? Yeah.
“We can always reheat those,” he tells me, as if he can read my mind right now.
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard you say today,” I whisper, running my tongue between my lips.
Oh, it's on.
Athena
Closing the distance between us, Malcolm lays his hands on my hips and then offers me a smile that makes my insides clench. Moving his hands down, he then slides them underneath my dress. I lean into him as he brings his hands up to the front of my panties, caressing my pussy lips over the fabric and playing with them while he whispers in my ear.
“I want you,” he says, and those words make me melt into him even more. I go up on my tip toes and close my eyes while Malcolm flicks my panties to the side and slides one finger inside my pussy. He does it fast, curling it up and driving it straight against my G-spot.
He teases me then, softly brushing one fingertip against my clit, and I let out one heavy sigh. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me gently, stroki
ng my clit with his thumb, and my brain starts being overwhelmed by an avalanche of sensations. He keeps on doing it untl I’m wet and ready, and then, taking his fingers out of my pussy, he slowly brings them around my neck to my mouth.
I look at his fingers, my heart tightening up as I see them glistening from my own juices, and that’s when he presses them down on my lips, rubbing them across the crevice between them.
“Mmmmm,” I purr, tasting my own musky flavor in his fingers.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He asks me, rubbing my juices over my lips and sliding two fingers into my mouth. I suck on them eagerly, running my tongue between them and licking my juices, and smile at him. He smiles back at me, and then pushes the straps of my dress down my arms, the front of it drooping over my breasts. Almost growling, he then grabs the fabric and tugs on it. He bunches the dress up around my waist, and then he just keeps pushing on it frantically, sending it down my legs.
I step out of my dress, and he gives me no time for anything else – he presses his body against mine and takes his hands to my back, working on the clasp of my bra and then yanking it off me, baring my breasts.
“Much better,” he whispers, his voice laden with desire. Moving slowly, he lowers himself until he is on his knees in front of me. Hooking his fingers on my panties, he then pulls them down my legs, taking his time as he slides the drenched fabric down my skin, undressing me completely.
“Fucking lovely,” he whispers, his gaze focused on my pussy, and he cups both of my ass cheeks in each of his hands, digging his fingers into my flesh. I bite on my lower lip as I feel his seductive touch, and then I reach for him, resting both hands on the top of his head.
I run my hands through his hair as he leans in, and a shiver goes up my spine when I feel his teeth on my inner lips. He places his arm across the small of my back as he licks up and down the length of my pussy, smacking his lips as he goes, and I see bright colors dancing behind my shut eyelids.
Malcolm wants me to know just how fucking delicious he finds my pussy, and I can’t help but love him for it. He puckers his lips over my pussy and starts to suck on it, eating me out with a fury – we might be skipping dinner, but he sure as hell seems to be sating his hunger right now.
The deeper he plunges his tongue the harder my nipples get, and lust slowly starts taking over my mind. I feel his fingers rubbing my clit as he moves his tongue in and out of my pussy, and I let sigh after sigh tumble out from between my lips. Taking one hand out of his hair, I grip the edge of the table and bite my lower lip. God, I just love how he takes command of my body to get what he wants.
“Fuck dinner, this is much better,” he says as he comes up for air, but then he’s on me again, devouring me relentlessly. Taking his lips to my clit and wrapping them around it, he then places two fingers against my drenched folds and parts them carefully; opening up my pussy, he then acts fast and slides his index finger in again, curling it upward and pressing it tightly against my G-spot.
I feel electricity spreading inside of me as he does it, a moan bubbling up to my lips. Sliding one more finger in, he starts fingering me hard, still working on my clit with his tongue and lips. Gripping the edge of the table even harder now, I start taking deep breaths as both my mind and body prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure.
I feel it building up inside of me, flames of ecstasy lapping at the inside of my pussy and threatening to burn my mind into the ground at the same time.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, and then I feel a shiver going up my spine. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids and every single muscle in my body starts to twitch, a vicious orgasm pulling at the strings of my body and turning it into its puppet.
“Ooooh,” I moan, the words coming out of my mouth sounding honeyed and tender. I run my fingers through his hair, my lungs working hard to get the air in, and Malcolm pulls back from me, his mouth glistening from my juices.
“I could do that forever,” he whispers and, looking into his eyes, I see that he means it. He enjoys going down on me as much as I enjoy having him do it. Now that’s my kind of man.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell him in a hoarse voice, completely ignoring what he just said. He cocks one eyebrow, looking at me with a cocky smile, and then gets to work – he gets up and takes off his jacket, throwing it over one chair, and then starts unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he pops button after button.
When he reveals his naked chest, letting the shirt slide down his arms, I almost jump at him so that I can lick his abs. But no, I remain in control and allow him to open his pants and kick off his shoes. Before I know it, he’s standing in front of me, wearing only his boxer briefs, and I just can’t restrain myself any longer.
I take one step forward and, grabbing at the fabric of his boxers, I tug them down as hard as I can. His cock jumps up to greet me, and I have to take another deep breath to clear my head.
“Down,” I say, placing both my hands on his shoulders and forcing him down to his knees. I push on him, forcing him to lay down on the floor, and he does it without a moment’s hesitation.
I place my feet on either side of his waist and then lower myself, squatting over his lap. I place my knees on the floor and, grabbing his cock, I start lowering my mouth over it. But then… I just stop.
What am I doing? Why do I still insist on teasing him? Why am I torturing myself like this, denying my body the thing it craves so much?
“I want to do it,” I breathe out all of a sudden, looking up into his with a serious expression. There’s no teasing or wickedness in my voice – I mean business right now and, by God, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
“Do… what?” He asks me, propping himself up on his elbow and cupping my face with one of his big hands.
“I want to do it,” I repeat, and his eyes widen slowly as he realizes what I’m really saying. “I want your cock, I want to feel it inside of me… And I want it right now.”
“Are you sure?” He asks me, but there’s a wide smile on his lips now, one that makes his whole face light up.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” I reply, tightening my grip on his cock. I angle it upward so that its tip is pointing straight at my pussy, and Malcolm grabs me by the ass.
Looking into my eyes with a look of pure hunger, he thrusts.
My pussy lips wrap themselves around his cock as if that were their purpose in life, and I let all of his twelve inches slide inside of me. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, and let a delighted moan slip out of my mouth.
Oh, God, I should have done this a long time ago.
I waste no time - I start bouncing up and down on his cock as Malcolm's strong arms grip my back, keeping me upright. My aching breasts bounce as we move across the floor, and I let moan after moan explode on my lips.
I ride him as hard as I can, swaying my hips and rocking my body as I feel his hard cock throb against my inner walls. I feel dizzy, and I feel lightheaded – and I’m enjoying every single second.
God, if I knew sex with Malcolm could be this good, I would have surrendered to him a long time ago. Even though I did what I needed to do at the time, teasing him mercilessly, I don’t know if I would have been able to do it if I knew how good he could handle me.
“Fuck, you’re so thick,” I groan, digging my fingernails into his chest as I feel his mast stretching my pussy to the point of ruin. But I don’t care if he ruins it – if that happens, it would have been for a good cause.
“You’re the one who’s tight,” he replies in a single breath, thrusting upward and impaling me on his cock so hard that I come almost immediately.
My brain feels as if it has just exploded, and my body feels as if it’s on fire. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching, and flames of pleasure encircle my spine, burning it viciously. Malcolm knows how to give perfect orgasms when he uses his mouth and fingers, but this… Oh, this is something else
entirely.
Oh, God, I can’t even think straight right now.
But there’s still one thought inside my head that I can comprehend perfectly – I want more. Oh, I want so much more.
Rolling to the side, my muscles still twitching slightly, I go up to my feet and walk toward the wall of his living room with wobbly legs. There, I place my hands against the wall and wiggle my ass from side to side, summoning him.
Sitting up on the floor, he watches me do it and then a devilish grin takes over his lips. He stands up in a rush and closes the distance between us, his hands finding the way to my hips in a fraction of a second.
Then, I feel one of his hands leaving my body and I grit my teeth as I prepare for what’s to happen. When his hand touches my body again, it lands straight on my ass with a devastating force, hard enough to leave a red mark.
“Oh, that’s…” I moan, trailing off as my brain threatens to shut down. He smacks my ass again, taking his hand to my ass almost too brutishly, and then he turns me around fast; he pins me to the wall with my hands above my head, his big fingers gripping my wrists.
Leaving only one hand on my wrists, he takes the other one to my ass and forces me to lift one leg up. The moment I do it, he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy lips.
“This is perfect,” he whispers softly, and he thrusts.
His cock slides inside of me easily, and he goes deep as he strokes up and down. God, I just can’t help but moan hard. Leaning in, he then kisses me like no one has ever kissed me before, his mouth covering mine so perfectly I almost cry of joy.
Picking up his pace, he starts fucking me harder, making me feel that huge head of his cock deep in my stomach. With every thrust I feel his manhood grow, and I start to bite his neck and suck on it while I scratch his back, my fingernails running over his shoulder blades.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I whisper into his ear, aching to feel used and abused by him. I just love to say it – I’ve been dying to say something like that for so long, and now that I can do it… Ah, it feels amazing.
