Avoiding Mr. Right
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Stroking with a feather touch, I brush her exposed folds. Moisture starts to form
at her opening, exposing the arousal she’d rather hide. “You want me, Carla. You want
this. Why do you like to hide it?”
Unable to answer around the gag, she shoots me a look of pure evil. God, I love riling
her up.
I kneel on the floor and pull Carla to the edge of the table, encouraging her with
a small push to lean back and relax on the wood. The musk of her arousal fills my
senses, stirring my semi-hard cock to full mast. Planting light kisses on her inner
thighs, I nibble every few inches, causing her to jerk on the table. “I bet I could make you come without ever touching your clit.”
A tremor courses through her as I bend my head to taste her slick flesh. Using both
hands to pull away her outer folds, I slowly lick from her core up to the hard nub,
pulling away at the last moment before I connect with the sensitive spot. “Hold your
legs under your knees.” She complies. “That’s it… now pull them closer to your chest.”
Doing so effectively opens my access to her sex and tight little pucker. “Would you
like a good tonguing, Dury?” I smile to lessen the tease. “There’s no prickle to you
now. Just sweet acceptance.” Without waiting for an answer, I point my moist tip at
her pink rosebud and lick. Easing my thumbs down to either side of her bottom, I spread
the skin further and work my tongue in deep.
When I press all the way into her ass, my nose touches her wetness. The satin flexibility
of my tongue stretches her slowly, igniting all the nerves trapped in the tight ring
of muscle.
Carla’s hips wiggle, but I have to say, the gag is working nicely and not one order
escapes her. Moving up, I burrow my tongue into her pussy again. Long deep strokes,
lapping up every drop of sweet, tangy liquid—then, at the end, I drag my tongue to
her clit.
The delicious sound of her grunts and murmurs spur me further. Time races by and I
don’t have much left on the clock. “You want to come?” The whimpers turn high pitched,
indicating her agreement. “Did you know it’s better sometimes if you wait?” I slip
two fingers into her wet passage and pump. Once they are slick I ease one out and
tickle her back door, testing her reaction.
A wild squirm tells me it’s not painful and I press my middle finger in to the first
knuckle. “Waiting can give you an even bigger orgasm than instant gratification.”
I look up to see if Carla is listening only to see her head tossing side to side in
pleasure.
Leaning over her glorious pussy once more, I suck her clit deep between my lips. My
two fingers thrust back and forth, the lower one working into her bottom going deeper
on each pass. Judging by her increased movement and muffled grunts, I’d say her moment
is close.
“God, you taste good.” Her back bows off the desk at my words. “That’s right, you
like hearing me tell you how sexy you are.” Carla’s hips circle and buck, trying to
get my mouth back onto her mound. “Look at you, my worked up sales exec. Who would
have thought you’d be squirming here on this conference table looking like a wanton
hussy?”
A frustrated grunt comes from behind her gag. Her face lifts from the conference table
to glare at me. I slam my fingers into her harder until she lies back on the table
once more, lost again in the feel of my hands.
Glancing at my wrist, I see my time is done. I stand between her legs, pulling away
from her. Reaching forward, I pull the gag from her mouth. “How was that? Did I get
your engine running?” I smile down at her flushed face. “Consider that your second
lesson—waiting for release.”
“Damn you!” she says, indignation and arousal battling for supremacy in her tone.
“You can’t stop now. I’m close to coming.”
“Shh…” I rub my hands down her legs in a soothing motion. “My five minutes are up.”
An angry glint comes into her eye and she reaches between her legs to touch herself.
“Fuck you. I’ll do it myself.”
Grasping both hands in one of my own, I pin them over her head on the table. “You
will not.”
“What?”
I press my erection against her sensitive mound. “You feel how much I want you?”
“Yes.”
“I want nothing more than to do you here and now.”
“Then do it!”
I shake my head, “No, baby. When I take you again we’re going to be on a bed and you’re
going to be begging me to fill you.”
“Then be prepared to wait a long time, you prick!” She bumps her hips up, trying to
knock me off. “God, I’m so horny. Not cool, Andy. This is borderline cruel.”
“I’ll make you a deal.” I press forward once more, letting my cock rub along her heated
core. Her full breasts strain up, begging for me to squeeze them.
“And why would I listen? I’m going to see Brian soon and I bet he’d be happy to get
me off.”
“You mean he’d try. But I know you. You’ll ruin it with shouting orders at him. Never
relaxing enough to trust him to please you.”
Her breath whooshes out in an angry huff. “How dare you! Get off me this instant or
I’ll scream.”
“The truth hurts sometimes, Carla.”
She bucks her hips again and a jolt of fire shoots through my cock.
“Jesus! This is so frustrating! Why can’t you just get me off?”
“Like I did the other day?” Her eyes fill with want and she nods her head. “Ah… but
what was in it for me?”
“Good God, Andy. Is that what you want, a quick fuck?”
“No,” I say while stretching her arms tighter over her head. Leaning down, I nibble
along her neck. “I want much more than just a quick fuck.”
“But what if I don’t?” Her hard nipples show clearly through her bra and blouse.
“Your body betrays you. You want more.”
“My body wants to come! You just worked me up and left me hanging.”
“Ready to hear my deal?” I say before locking my mouth behind her ear in a kiss.
“Fine.”
“Don’t fool around with Brian and wait for me.”
“You? Why? So you can tease me again?”
“This is just the beginning.” I whisper in her ear, and her body betrays her once
again with a hard shiver. “I plan on teasing you for hours. Bringing you over and
over again.”
“Deal.”
Chapter Thirteen
Carla
We unlock the conference room door, glancing up and down the hall before leaving.
“Hey, are you going to give me my underwear back?” I ask.
“No.”
I stop dead in my tracks, “Excuse me?”
Andy shoots me a crooked grin and saunters down the carpet. “You’ll be more aware
of yourself without them on. Trust me.”
Yeah, and I’ll be horny, too. Jackass. And this guy thinks he knows what he’s doing?
Sending me off all sexed up to be with another guy?
Staring at Andy’s tight ass as he walks away only makes me think of grinding my heels
into his backside to pull his hips deep between my thighs. Damn him! Why can’t he
just accept I don’t want to be with an accountant? Maybe because you aren’t so sure anymore. Talking
about numbers when I get home from work is not my idea of stimulating conversation.
A twinge in the back of my mind whispers a future with Andy could be something else,
but I quickly lock it back up and ignore it. I detour to the ladies room to check
my hair and makeup—good thing, too. Andy’s cotton gag smeared my lipstick. As I dab
to correct the color, my sex throbs in time to my heartbeat.
A shiver runs down my spine recalling Andy’s heated mouth locked onto me just a few
moments ago. His soulful blue eyes bored into mine when I tried to glare him into
doing my bidding. Is he just a better lover than the guys I’ve been with lately, or
is it something more?
The slick wetness from my arousal is quite distracting, and I realize I’m going to
have to clean up before I meet with Brian. I wonder if he could smell my arousal.
Maybe I should ignore Andy’s deal and get the pounding I want from Brian. Who the
hell is Andy to tell me what, or whom, to do?
I enter a bathroom stall, twisting the knob to secure the metal door. Grabbing a handful
of toilet paper, I reach between my legs to dry myself off. The roughness of the commercial
paper rasps against my engorged nub, sending a staccato beat of want coursing through
my veins. Reaching a finger between my swollen folds, I tickle the raised flesh.
A soft moan escapes me as a door swings open a few feet away, followed by footsteps
and two of my co-workers voices. Dammit!
Pushing my skirt in place, I toss the tissue in the toilet and leave the stall. Maybe
I’ll seduce Brian at lunch. I’m not sure I want to wait for Andy.
“And then I say ‘Sell it now, take the two hundred thousand gain and walk away.’”
I smile at Brian’s retelling of a mid-morning work conquest. We’re seated in chairs
opposite each other—the tiny bistro had no booths available, and thus my secret desire
to persuade him to fondle me under the table during lunch was thwarted.
“Good for you,” I say, in what I hope is an interested and enthusiastic tone. “I bet
your boss is thrilled.”
He shrugs, flashing me a good ole boy grin. “You’re only the favorite until the next
big deal closes. Comes with the territory.”
His broad chest pulls against his pressed shirt, straining the buttons. He’s obviously
been working out and getting bigger, even if he’s late on catching up his wardrobe.
He looks good, but the desire I felt when I first met him is absent.
I don’t want Brian’s flesh pressed against mine just because I’m horny. If I’m honest,
the flesh I want is Andy’s. Am I letting him worm his way into my heart?
My arousal abated during the boring lunch conversation, thank God, but Andy was right.
I’m much more aware of my privates with no underwear on. No one here knows of my secret
dirty-girl behavior with my prim suit skirt covering the evidence.
A glance at my watch indicates we’ve only been here for thirty minutes or so. I don’t
like that I’m thinking only of Andy and not other men. It’s very unlike me. Maybe
I can prove to myself it doesn’t have to be Andy. That any man will do. I raise my
eyebrows at Brian. “Want to find a closet somewhere and have some fun?”
Brian chokes on his water, sputtering before regaining the ability to speak. “Here?
At the restaurant?” He glances around at the packed space and cranes his neck to look
down the bathroom hall. My arousal perks back up at the idea of being taken in a public
building. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
My heart sinks, along with my burgeoning desire. I thought this guy was exciting with
his big muscles, strong air, and blatant good looks. But he’s acting boring, like
all the others.
All the others before Andy, you mean.
Heather’s advice from yesterday screams to the forefront of my mind, “Give the guy
a chance. He’s making a real effort to get to know you. I don’t think he’s like the
other men you’ve dated.”
I lean in to whisper, hoping to bring Brian around and block out my inconvenient conscience,
“I’ll let you take me hard and fast from behind. You can bend me over a crate of napkins
in the storage room.”
Brian fumbles with his silverware and it clatters to the table beside his plate. “Um…
I think it sounds wild,” his low voice ensures only I hear his response, “don’t get
me wrong. But I need privacy to really ‘get into’ the moment. All these people and
the noises would freak me out.”
I sit back, dismissing the moment, and him, in my thoughts. “Fine. Maybe another time.”
Sensing my change of attitude he rushes forward, “How about later tonight? Back at
your place?”
My thoughts return to Andy and the “deal” we made. Damned if just the thought of that
man in my bed doesn’t get my motor running. “Sorry, I have plans.”
His disappointment shows clearly in his expression as he signals the waitress for
our check. We end the lunch with some chitchat and small talk, but all of a sudden
he doesn’t seem as sexy as I’d hoped.
We enter the parking lot and he pins me to the outside wall of the restaurant, perhaps
in a last ditch effort to show me he can be spontaneous. His mouth grinds hard against
mine, the chicken he had for lunch lingering on his tongue. My first instinct is to
push him away. He’s not the man I really want. But dammit, I don’t want it to be Andy, either!
Clumsy hands grab my breasts and squeeze. Last week I would have been grinding up
against his crotch, eager to continue. But now, I just want to get out of here.
A couple rounds the corner and Brian steps back like he’s been burned. “Sorry, Carla.”
He smiles awkwardly at the pair before returning his attention to me. “Want to try
the back seat of my car?”
Would Andy be apologizing to me right now or would he have picked a better spot before
trying to rile me up? Holy crap, here I am comparing other men to Andy. What is my life coming to? “Don’t worry about it, Brian. I need to get back to work.”
And just like that, I walk away from him, determined to not waste more time on a guy
who doesn’t appeal to me and worries too much what other people think.
Back at the office, I walk slowly down the aisle to my desk. Andy locks eyes with
me and a feral grin seeps over his expression. How can he possibly know I didn’t mess
around with Brian? I settle in my cubical as my phone twerps, a glance reveals a new
text message from Andy.
How was lunch?
I rise up in my seat to see if he’s staring at me over the other desks. He’s not.
Fine.
Gee, you don’t look like it was fine. You still look on edge.
Pressing my thighs together under the desk, I try to think of a witty rejoinder. Immediately
the image of Andy’s head between my thighs flashes across my mind. Without warning,
my desire ratchets to where it was when I walked out of the conference room. An arousing
pulse beats in a growing circle from my crotch. Just the thought of seeing what Andy
has in store for me is driving me crazy. God, I feel like I’m in college again.
Work is no place for what I’m feeling. I decide to lie to the responsible party. No, I’m fine.
Is your pussy still wet for me?
His naughty words on my phone are u
nexpected and they trigger a jolt of adrenaline.