Leather and Lace

by Landish, Lauren

  Oh, my God, she is an angel. A fucking naughty one too. “Fuck, yes. I’ve got plenty of cum for you. Reach down and rub that sweet pussy for me. Get it ready for what’s next.”

  Arianna grins, and between her legs, I can see her slide her bottoms to the side to slide two fingers inside before she gobbles my cock and fingerfucks herself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and this won’t last much longer at this pace.

  I feel my balls tighten, and my cock swells in Arianna’s mouth. She pulls back, sucking just on my tip as she pumps my shaft with her soft hand, and I explode, growling as I ride the tidal waves washing through me. She moans, her thighs shaking, and I realize she’s coming too, her fingers filling her pussy as I fill her mouth with my cum.

  When I’m done, she smiles and swallows, licking her lips before smacking them gratefully. “Mmm,” she moans, pleased with herself for both of our orgasms.

  The belt falls from my hands as I reach down, pulling Arianna to her feet and kissing her deeply, tasting the last traces of myself on her tongue as we caress and touch each other. She hisses when my palms run over her pink ass, whimpering in pain. “Ouch.”

  “I’ll make it feel better,” I promise her, reaching lower and picking her up. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively. “Here or the bedroom?”

  Arianna looks around, then lifts a brow. “Why not both? Here first . . .”

  We sink to the floor, side by side as she works my clothes off. After I kick them away, I reach down, running a soft touch along the lace of her bra cup as she lets out a tiny gasp. I stop, looking up into her eyes. “If you say no, we stop here. I won’t undo this.”

  Instead of replying, she reaches behind her, undoing the clasp herself. She pulls the lacy bra down her arms, her breasts popping free. I dip down to kiss and suck one pink nipple into my mouth. “So pretty, doll.” My words are already gruff, need thickening my voice. She wiggles and then shimmies her panties off too, lying beneath me gloriously nude.

  I prop myself up and then swallow, looking at her flawless body . . . from her cute little pink toes to the curve of her calves and the swell of her thighs before her hips flare out, leading up to the rest of her, soft tummy and proud overflowing handfuls of breast. But most of all is her face, big eyes that have teased me, taunted me, and shown me the depths of her soul. Eyes that I could look into forever.

  “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” I reply, leaning down and kissing her deeply.

  “You too, Liam. Everything I wanted.” I can hear that she’s not talking about my physique, but more about my soul. It’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.

  It doesn’t take long for my cock, which never sagged below half-hard, to be fully ready to go again, and I spread her legs, getting ready. “How slow do you want it?”

  “Slow,” she admits. “Ease me into it.”

  I nod and run the head of my cock between her lips. She’s so wet, and both of us groan as I begin stroking my cock back and forth, covering my entire length in her slick wetness but not penetrating her. Instead, each stroke rubs over her clit, and she gasps, arching her neck to my lips as I suck and nibble the sweet skin.

  Something takes over me, and I suck on her neck harder, knowing I’m leaving a mark but glad about it as my hips pump my cock over her pussy. She’s so warm, and when she lifts her hips and I slip inside, it takes me a couple of inches before I freeze, looking into her eyes. “Doll . . . you’re eager.”

  “You were about to make me come again,” she admits, gasping as I pull back and thrust slowly, filling her a little more. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

  I draw it out, each stroke of my cock going just a little deeper than before, filling her bit by bit and making her squirm, her hunger for me making her desperate for me to speed up. “Please,” she begs.

  I growl. “Told you I’m gonna make you beg for it.”

  Before she can reply, I thrust harder, filling her pussy all the way until my hips grind against hers, and she cries out, her fingers digging into my arms. “Fuck! Ahh!”

  I hold still for a second, letting her adjust to the new sensation, and I take the opportunity to appreciate how good it feels to be inside her, merged with her body as one. “You ready, Arianna?” She whimpers in need, nodding.

  I can’t deny her desire or my need any longer, and I thrust deep, swirling my cock around inside her before pulling back. Slowly, we pick up the pace and I fuck her faster and harder. Arianna cries out with each thrust, encouraging me with gasped words begging for more . . . for me to ruin her . . . for me to come inside her. I give her everything she asks for, pounding her tight, sweet pussy until my hips ache and my balls swell.

  I groan, my cock swelling, and kiss her deeply. She gasps, her breath hot on my face as she mumbles, “Liam. Oh, God. So good.”

  Arianna shudders, wrapping her legs around me as her brain hazes out, and I thrust as deep as I can one more time. My orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out, Arianna echoing me a moment later, screaming my name as she comes, her heels drumming on my spine as she tries to pull me deeper and deeper into her.

  Together, we fall into space, the black void consuming us, but it feels like an amazing adrenaline rush because she’s right there with me through the whole trip. It feels like I come for hours, and when it’s over, I’ve filled her so much I can feel a trickle of cum dripping out of her. I pull out slowly, and her pussy clenches around me before letting go, squeezing every last drop out of me.

  I collapse on the floor next to her, gathering Arianna in my arms to stroke her back and kiss her forehead tenderly. Her body relaxes into mine but she’s racked with an occasional tremor for a few moments before she takes a deep breath and turns her eyes to me, smiling. “That was amazing.”

  “Was it everything you thought it would be?” I ask, stroking her cheek. She’s even lovelier in this light, and I’m shaken a little. After all the vulnerabilities we shared before, I didn’t think this would seem so heavy, but it does. Beautifully, magically special . . . not just because it’s her first time, but because it’s our first time together.

  “And more,” she says, crawling up to kiss me softly. “And I’m looking forward to the rest of the weekend.” She freezes, a deer in the headlights look overtaking her face, and I can see the questions lingering in her eyes.

  “Tell me what just went through your mind, doll. Share it with me so I can carry it.”

  “I’m afraid the other shoe is about to drop, that you’re going to hop up and say ‘ha-ha . . . you’re such a sucker’ and this will all be some awful joke. Tell me this doesn’t end here.”

  If only it were that easy, just a few simple words and she’d be at ease. But no, I suspect that my doll will always need some reassurances, or at least for a while, but I will happily give that to her. “Arianna, of course not,” I swear, touching my forehead to hers. “I’m not running, nor am I sending you away. Honestly, I’m trying to be as much of a gentleman as I can be and not shove my way back inside you right now. I’m sure you’re sore, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She grins. “Fuck being sore. I like that plan.”

  I chuckle a bit, pulling her closer and kissing along her skin, marking every inch of her with my lips. As I switch from my worship on one breast to the other, I mumble against her, “By the way, we have a date next Saturday.”

  She grins and sasses, “Oh, we do? What if I’m busy?”

  That spark right there is what I want from her. What I want for her. To let her demons wither away in the dark recesses of her mind, laid to rest from the sheer power she now commands. But it’s still a process, a give and take, and I’m not done teasing her just yet. “You’ll have to cancel your plans,” I say arrogantly. “Because you’ll be with me at the cover reveal party.”

  Arianna sits up, surprise on her face. “Huh?”

  I laugh softly, sitting up to tell her about the magazine allowing her to appear in the duo shots and the costume party on H
elen’s yacht. “So am I going as your secretary then?”

  I shake my head. “No. Arianna, I want you to go as my date.” It’s a statement, but there’s more question there than I’d like to admit. I am a fucking machine in the boardroom, hell, in the bedroom too. But this woman could reduce me to dust with a single word. That’s the power she has over me.

  “What are people going to say though? The people at the office are going to talk, Liam. You know that. I’m just some random girl.” I can see the echoes of the cruel names running through her mind, morphing from her childhood to an oddly similar experience at work, but I would never let anything like that happen.

  And I realize that while she has power over me, I have it over her as well. Not just her body, but her heart, and I can give her this. “What people say has no bearing on what we are. You are not some random girl. You are my girl.”

  Her face lights up and then is overtaken with a sweet smile. “Holy shit, I never saw this happening, especially like this with all the emotional baggage dumping beforehand. But I’m glad it did.”

  She eyes me, and I agree with her. “Me too. Although maybe we stick to more fucking and less dumping for the next round?”

  “Deal!” she exclaims, rolling over on top of me. For a rough start, I think the weekend is going to be better than either of us ever dreamed.

  Chapter 12

  Arianna

  Dear Diary,

  I finally did it. Not just once either. Oh, no, I spent the whole weekend fucking Liam Blackstone.

  God, that sounds crazy to even say, but it’s true.

  It was everything I thought it would be and more. This past weekend, I wept tears of overload and joy, I clawed marks in his back, I was fucked to sleep and then woken up to a tongue lapping at my pussy. But I wasn’t just receiving. I was just as voracious, wanting to experience everything at once and learn whatever lessons he was willing to share.

  But as major as that was, and believe me, it was the big deal I’d always made it out be, the best part was what happened before and after. The talking, the connection, the realness. The sex was amazing all because Liam showed me something. He showed me that he isn’t perfect . . . but at the same time, my idea of holding out for someone who is was just wasting the precious days that I have available to me. A seemingly good way to cope and protect myself when I was younger, but ultimately, an unnecessary front to hide behind that was preventing me from having an honest relationship with someone.

  No, Liam isn’t perfect, and neither am I, but when we’re together, we create perfect moments. We created a perfect weekend filled with laughter, orgasms, and deep conversations, and that’s all that really matters.

  He’s the real thing, and it was definitely worth the price.

  * * *

  I squirm in my seat, pulling my hair over my shoulder as I try to focus on completing my assignment, the speech Liam’s supposed to make at the magazine party tomorrow night. I’ve already edited the rough draft once, and I know it’s solid, but trusting me with this is a big leap of faith for Jacob and I want to make sure I give it my all. It’s just hard to focus when my ass is still warm from the spanking Liam gave me this morning.

  “You okay?” Jacob asks as my chair squeaks for about the tenth time this hour.

  I nod. Liam let me in on how close he and Jacob are, but I’m not going to volunteer any information just in case Liam hasn’t told him anything. Besides, our private life is just that, private, and Jacob has made it perfectly clear that as long as we’re appropriate in the office, he’s happy to feign ignorance for now. “I’m fine. Just trying to get this done for Liam. I might need to read it aloud to get the full effect though. Do you mind if I take a copy in his office so I don’t disturb you with my practice rounds?” It’s mostly the truth, though knowing that Liam is in a meeting and I could surprise him when he comes back with a little mid-afternoon fun is tempting.

  Jacob blinks, then shakes his head, not buying it. “You two are meant for each other. No damn shame at all.” The shit-eating grin on his face lets me know he finds the whole thing more humorous than reprimand-worthy.

  I blink faux-innocently. “What on earth do you mean, Mr. Wilkes?” I ask, intentionally using his full name. “I think your dirty mind is showing.” It hasn’t been long, but working closely together has given us a chance to develop a certain comfort level with each other, and we’ve discovered we make a pretty good team, able to get stuff done and still joke around a bit.

  Jacob laughs and grabs his tablet. “I think I’ll run a few errands around the building and leave you to your speech practice.” He winks and I blush.

  But as he opens the door, he pauses. “Hey, Arianna?” I glance up from my screen, and his face is serious now. “I’ll admit I had my doubts, but having you to help in the office has been a godsend. You really have a solid head on your shoulders and are picking things up quickly. I can’t wait to read the speech. I’m sure it’s great. But maybe more importantly, I think you’re good for Liam. He’s been my best friend for a long time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this relaxed. You make him happy, bring something to his life that’s more than just work, work, work. Thanks for that.”

  His words are sincere and cut right to the bone. “Jacob . . . thank you for this opportunity to learn from you and Liam, both over the last two weeks and this fall, and for trusting me with your best friend. I know we seem like an odd match, and I think I’m just as shocked by the whole thing as you are, but we fit somehow. I think we’re both making each other better and happier.”

  He smiles, and then he’s off on one of his thousand and one little jobs he takes care of for Liam.

  I feel a warm acceptance settle in my heart. Having Liam’s best friend approve of us is something I wouldn’t have expected. I guess I still figured Jacob, and anyone else in the office, would assume some rather seedy things about me if they found out that something’s going on between me and Liam. It’s a nice change of pace to have someone be happy for us.

  That’ll be an extra-big deal when I start my fall schedule because I’ll still be working here, albeit part-time around my class schedule. Liam and Jacob offered me the permanent position just yesterday, and I’d squealed yes before composing myself enough to ask about the salary package. Liam had rolled his eyes and laid out the details, including a partial tuition reimbursement program if I committed to work for Morgan post-graduation. I’d signed on the last page before he even finished the explanation. He’d laughingly questioned my contract negotiation skills when I hadn’t even argued the pay. But salary plus help with school is a more than fair offer, and working hand-in-hand with Liam and Jacob and learning at their side are invaluable.

  I feel like I’m on the cusp of something really great here. The lessons continue, both in business and in the bedroom.

  But it’s been more too. I sometimes feel like Liam and I are teaching each other, that we’re exploring together what this all means. We’ve spent every night together since last Friday when he took my virginity. There have been plenty of sexy moments, but sprinkled through that, we’ve created a connection that runs deep, sharing so much of our past and making plans for the future. It seems fast, and I definitely recognize that, but I’m falling in love with Liam more with each passing day. I’d questioned whether I was falling into the trap women have succumbed to for ages, confusing sex with love, but I know that’s not the case here. With Liam, I truly feel that he’s worth the risk, and I’m willing to give my heart just as readily as I gave my body. And no matter what, I’m strong enough to handle whatever happens.

  With a shake of my head, I return my attention to the screen in front of me to print Liam’s speech. I give the printer a minute to warm up, my eyes tracing along the text, starting with the speech title . . . Dynamic Leadership for the Next Generation of Business.

  Normally, I’d print to our in-office printer, but Liam likes his speeches color-coordinated so he can jump from one sentence to the next wit
h barely a glance. And the color printer is a big industrial monster in the copy room down the hall. “You print things a thousand and one different ways in five different paper sizes but still say ‘PC Load Letter’ half the time,” I grumble to the machine as I wait for it to clear. While I’m waiting, I hear someone come up behind me.

  “Hello, Arianna . . . the machine giving you problems again?”

  I turn my head, seeing Melvin. Even though his office isn’t on this floor, I’ve run into him every day. He’s nice every time, polite and in a certain way sweet with the way he’s trying to get to know me.

  But there’s something about him that makes my gut squirmy. I haven’t quite been able to decide if he’s pumping me for information because of my role in Liam’s office or if he’s awkwardly flirting with me. Either way, I’ve kept things strictly professional, intentionally directing conversations to work-based things only and not divulging anything of consequence.

  But it’s so hard to be mean to this guy, especially since he hasn’t done anything overtly wrong. He’s just odd. “Hi, Melvin. How’re you doing?”

  “Oh, just the usual. Pretty good, I suppose,” Melvin says. “How about you? You seem to be getting more comfortable working with Blackstone.”

  “The job’s a good one,” I reply, sticking to what Liam and I have agreed is best for the office right now. “I’m learning a lot.”

  “I’m sure you are,” Melvin says. Though his tone is casual, I can’t help but feel the undercurrent of his words is snarky. There’s a moment of quiet as I turn to the copy machine, glancing at the countdown timer and praying for the saving ding of the bell. No such luck, though, and Melvin asks, “What are you up to this weekend? We should grab a drink after work. The bar on the corner makes a great martini.”

  I glance up, shocked that he’s actually asking me out. I guess maybe that answers my confusion on whether he wanted information about Liam from me or if he wanted me. Well, unless he’s asking me out as a ruse to dig for info when I’m sloshed. I offer a small smile. “Sorry, Melvin. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I pause to let that sink in but soften the blow, not wanting to be needlessly harsh. “I’m going to the cover reveal party this weekend with Liam and Jacob and need to spend some time prepping.”