Dirty Flirting [Part One]_A Forbidden Romance_Gently Broken Series

by Ava Alise

  “Mmm,” I moan. “I’ll never get it open if you keep that up.”

  His hand covers mine, he slides the key in the slot, and the door opens. We are both shedding clothes before he kicks the door shut. I have never wanted a man so badly; I feel frantic and out of control. I'm guessing he feels the same way because his eyes are heated and his hands and lips are all over me. He pulls away and grabs a condom from his wallet, right before he slides out of his shorts. His dick springs free, and it takes everything I have not to fall to my knees and put him straight into my mouth. He's thick and long, and I know he will feel amazing sliding against my tongue. I'm not sure how we made it to the bedroom, maybe he carried me or maybe we tumbled in, but we fall naked onto my bed, sticky and sweaty from our workout and totally not giving a fuck.

  We don't stop or slow. There is absolutely no foreplay needed. He climbs between my legs and grabs my hips, sliding me down the bed. I'm aching for him, and I can't wait to feel him inside me. With his dick in hand, he looks at me hungrily, causing my breath to still and my body to tingle with anticipation. It's dark, it’s searing, and it promises everything he's about to do to me.

  His eyes never leave mine as he tears open the wrapper and rolls the condom down his shaft.

  I moan as he slides his broad head against my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed, threatening to make me come before he's even inside of me.

  "So wet," he groans as he teases me.

  I moan.

  His lips crash onto mine, and he slides into me with one long thrust. The pressure of his thickness and being completely filled by him is incredible. He finds the bundle of nerves inside of me so quickly that my hips greedily move to meet each of his thrusts.

  "Drex... yes, oh fuck," I moan.

  It's been so long since I've been fucked properly, and I'll be damned if I hold back. He holds my hips as he pounds deep, long strokes, causing me to scream and pant and dig my nails into his shoulders. He doesn't flinch, he holds me steady and fucks me hard, grabbing one knee and pulling it up to change the angle.

  "Baby, you feel fucking amazing," he says against my lips.

  I try to respond, but my words all blend together with groans and screams, and it's not long before I feel the waves build in my core, threatening to shatter me beneath him.

  "I... I...mmm," I moan.

  "Yea... come for me, gorgeous," he groans and sucks on my bottom lip.

  And I come, screaming.

  I'm still shaking as he flips me over and slides into me from behind. I don’t know if I’m speaking words or even breathing, but he is so much more than I expected.

  “Fuck, Kelsa, you’re so tight.”

  He groans and pounds, holding my shoulder with one hand and fisting my hair with the other. The room is filled with moans and screams, and we fuck relentlessly, letting all of the built up passion between us completely explode. His hands grip my hips, he curses and calls my name, telling me how fucking amazing I feel and how he wants me to come for him.

  I beg him not to stop and buck back into him like I’m possessed.

  “Mmmm,” he groans deep.

  I'm completely overtaken by him, and he sets me off like a firecracker again as waves of pleasure peak and crash over me. My hands grip the bed, and I come so hard that it takes me a minute to figure out how to breathe. Seconds later, I feel his body start to stiffen, and with a few more strokes, he totally comes apart.

  We fall onto the bed next to each other, panting for breaths and sweatier than when we started.

  "Holy Shit." He breathes, a huge smile spreads across his face, and I can't help but smile back.

  "Yeah," is all I can say as I try to catch my breath.

  He's still smiling as he stands, and I watch as he removes the condom, wraps it in tissue, and throws it away. I wait for the regret or the embarrassment or, hell, anything to plague me… but it doesn't. All I feel is bliss as he lies back on the bed and kisses me.

  "Why didn't we do that sooner?" I tease, pulling away from his lips.

  "Because we're fucking idiots."

  "We just might be." I laugh, and Mila's comment about how we needed to 'fuck it out of our systems’ flashes through my thoughts. Maybe she was right, especially if all the effort to stay away from him was shattered with just one kiss. But I don’t know, maybe a kiss is all it takes. Maybe a kiss is enough to change everything.

  My eyes trail down his body, over his damp chest, and across his abs. I could lick this guy, he's so hot. We are both still lying totally uncovered and haven't stopped touching since he got back on the bed. His hand slides down my body as he kisses me, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him. He's hard as steel, and the pulsing between my legs turns hot when he presses his body against mine. I lie back and pull him with me as we kiss. Instead of climbing back on top of me, he sits upright and pulls me onto his lap, just like I was the other day in the kitchen. His kisses are deep, hypnotic, and quickly turns from sweet to searing. I reach between us, wrap my hands around his dick, and stroke him. He groans, and his heads falls back, giving me open access to nibble on his neck. I fucking love Mila and her crazy advice. She's totally right, Drex and I have so much heat between that the only cure is to fuck it out hard, no matter how many times it takes.

  "I want you inside me," I say against his lips.

  "I want to taste you first," he responds, then he turns and lays me on my back. Pleasure and anticipation ignites through me as he moves down my body. He teases both of my nipples then continues down my stomach. Going immediately for the gold. His lips move over my pussy, and with one long lick, he finds my clit.

  I moan, and my back arches off the bed.

  "So damn good," he groans, licking me slowly a few more times then completely devouring me. My hands rip at the sheets as my hips wriggle away from his mouth. With my ass in his hand, he lifts me off the bed, securing my legs firmly on his shoulders.

  "Drex…” I moan.

  He licks and sucks my clit until my breath comes out in forced pants. My hands are in his hair... in my hair. It's too much. I'm floating and sinking, melting and freezing. His dick is amazing, but his mouth is... fuck.

  "I'm going to... Oh God!" I yell as I grind against his lips.

  "Come for me, Kels. I want to taste all of you before I fuck you again."

  Pleasure boils, and I feel the amazing pressure tickle my insides. All at once, it comes crashing down, and it feels as if my entire body spasms as I shatter for him again. He licks me slowly until it becomes too much and too sensitive, then he lowers my body back onto the bed. The moment my ass hits the mattress, I reach for him, crashing my lips to his. He crawls up my body, laying me back on the bed. His dick is thick and hard as he presses against my leg. His tongue skillfully plays with mine.

  Drowning in him, I can't tell which I want more—him between my legs or inside my mouth. My hands slide down his abs as I reach between us again, but his kisses begin to slow, and he pulls away. My eyes open and find his eyes wide.

  "Fuck!" he says, scrambling away, reaching for his phone.

  "What?" I snap forward.

  "The door." He looks at his phone. "Fuck." He stands. "It's Jackson."

  "Fuck!" I echo, diving off the bed.

  "Just a minute," I yell, praying he can hear me.

  Drex chuckles as he watches me fumble for my robe.

  "Shut up." I laugh, then scurry toward the door and swing it open.

  "Hi... Jackson," I say as I attempt to smooth my hair down, imagining how it must look.

  "Hey." He regards me with a knit brow. "Forget about dinner?”

  "I'm sorry." I force a chuckle as I hold the door firmly. "I fell asleep after my workout; I was just about to jump in the shower." I smile.

  "It perfectly fine. Have you seen Drexel? I tried his door first, but he didn't answer; he's not answering his phone either."

  "He may be downstairs already." I lie. "He said he gets horrible reception in the lobby."

  The conc
ern in Jackson’s eyes raises, and he nods. "Ah, understood."

  I smile.

  "So I'll grab a drink and meet you at the bar downstairs. Hopefully I can find Drexel."

  "Sounds good." I smile and watch as he walks toward the elevator.

  I turn to Drex, who's fully dressed and giving me a questioning look. "So, how exactly am I going to get showered, dressed, and downstairs before he realizes I'm not there?" He smiles.

  "Very quickly?" I shrug innocently.

  "Lucky you're sexy." He lands a firm smack to my ass then reaches for the door. "See you at dinner," he says and disappears into the hall.

  I make my way across the lobby, clenching to my purse and a bunch of mixed thoughts. As I was getting dressed, I couldn't help but think about what we did and how it could change things for us once we get back to New York. I've spent the last thirty minutes trying to decide if I'm going to run to Drex and ask him if he thinks we fucked up, or pull him into the elevator to finish me off. I still ache for him all over—his hands on me, his mouth.

  God, his mouth.

  "Hey, Kelsa, over here," Jackson says, waving from the bar where he and Drex are seated. Drex smiles when he sees me, but I can't help but notice the added heat to his gaze. My stomach knots as the butterflies take flight, totally catching me by surprise. I was sure that once I had him, I wouldn't continue to be affected by him in this way. Yet they are still here... damn butterflies.

  "Sorry it took me so long." I smile, trying hard not to let my eyes linger on Drex.

  "No problem," Jackson says.

  He nods to the hostess and gestures her over.

  "So, I see you found Drexel," I say to Jackson as we walk toward our table.

  "Yea, he got here about ten minutes ago. Said he was buried deep into something and lost track of time."

  I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. The hostess seats us at a booth and hands us all menus. Drex slides in next to me.

  "So, guys, I spoke to someone back at the office," Jackson says after we are all settled. "The snow storm in New York is wreaking havoc on the flight schedules, but it's supposed to be clearing up by Saturday. I know we were supposed to be flying out tomorrow morning, but would it be horrible if we had to stay an extra day?" he asks.

  "No, not at all," I say.

  "Nah, I'm sure we can find something to do," Drex says. A blush rises on my cheeks as I imagine exactly what we may be doing.

  "Great, because all the work is done, so enjoy it. I have a feeling you two will be really busy once we get back to New York. Plane leaves at ten a.m." Jackson smiles.

  We make small talk through dinner, about Jackson's experiences working at EDG and what things will be like working on a junior team.

  "You'll both be assigned to work with a Marketing Executive, and pretty much assist the same way you did here. The difference is you'll be a part of it from the very beginning, so helping out with pitches, reading and performing research, etcetera," Jackson says before biting into his burger.

  "So, Kelsa and I won't be a part of the same team?" Drex asks.

  "Not exactly, but technically, yes. Where you two won't work together as directly as you did at Martin's, you will still interact during the meetings. The entire team meets once a week to present to the group, and Mr. Marsh, advertisements, and anything else being worked.

  Drex nods in understanding as we go back to eating. We behave during dinner, but the heated glances he sends me has me boiling. I want nothing more than to jump in his lap and pick up where we left off, but I'm sure making out with your co-worker at a business dinner is frowned upon by industry standards.

  The ride on the elevator is quiet as we float through the floors. Jackson is totally unaware of the 'fuck me' glances Drex and I keep passing. This elevator isn't moving fast enough, but when it slows at our floor, my heart starts to pound with anticipation of what's to come. The doors slide open and Drex steps off, but Jackson speaks up, asking to speak with me alone.

  He looks nervous, and I have no idea what to expect. Jackson, usually poised and professional, seems flustered and choking on his words. I quietly stand as we ride toward his penthouse.

  "Uh. So..." He starts as the elevator slows. "I want to thank you... for your discretion."

  I'm totally confused, and he must notice because as we are stepping off the elevator he clears his throat and tries again.

  "The other day, you ran into Paula as she was leaving the penthouse."

  I nod and remember clearly the disheveled woman I ran into, with her 'walk of shame' clothes and her just fucked hair.

  He sighs, running a hand across his forehead. "We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, but have to keep it quiet because co-worker relationships are frowned upon at EDG. There are ways to go about it, but with her position... she's hesitant. I'd really appreciate it if you kept it between us. She's freaking out."

  "Sure. Of course." I nod, and all at once I'm able to place where I've seen Paula before.

  Mr. Marsh's assistant.

  Holy shit.

  "Tell her she has nothing to worry about from me. It's none of my business; it's no one's business really," I say, trying to reassure him.

  "I agree.... Thank you, Kelsa," he says. "I really owe you one."

  "No problem." I smile and head back toward the elevator.

  My thoughts move to Drex as I make my way back down to my floor. We have already lit this match and clearly we will have to discuss what happens once we get back. It was one thing when sex with him may have meant a risking few awkward moments in the office, but it's not worth risking our jobs over.

  I step off the elevator with my mind made up. Tell Drex about the policy and end it before it gets carried away. As I make it to our doors, I notice Drex's is cracked open, so instead of going to my room, I push his door open cautiously.

  "Drex?" I call to him.

  He appears from the kitchen holding two glasses and wearing nothing but shorts. His amazing chest is on full display for me, and all of my lady parts take notice.

  "So, where were we?" he asks in a gravelly tone, melting me with his stare.

  My mouth goes dry, and everything I wanted to say about getting carried away dies on my tongue.

  Fuck, it can wait.

  He sets the glasses down on the coffee table and walks toward me.

  "I don't know. You may have to remind me," I answer.

  He pulls me against him, shuts the door behind me, and carries me into his bedroom.

  With jagged breathes, I fall to the bed next to him.

  "It gets fucking hotter each time," he says, kissing me.

  "I'd say so."

  We stare at each other in silence as he brushes the hair from my face, and I absentmindedly rub his arm.

  "If I'd known you were this good, I'd jump you a long time ago," I say.

  He laughs and then grabs my waist, rolling us both over until he lands on top of me.

  "I'm happy I didn't disappoint."

  His tongue plays with mine as I melt into him all over again. We've been in here for at least two hours. Somehow, between all the dirty shit we've been doing, I managed to tell him about EDG's policy and my worries about taking this fling into New York.

  "So, what now?" he says, breaking the kiss.

  "Well..." I look over at the alarm clock, then meet his gaze. "It’s almost one a.m. now. We have roughly thirty-four hours to do this as much as we want," I say. "After we land back in NY we will go back to normal."

  "You mean you'll go back to driving me crazy?"

  "And you'll go back to only making me blush," I say.

  "Too bad. Making you come is much more fun," he says, waggling his eyebrows.

  "Fuck yeah it is."

  "Okay, I'll agree to jump in to your crazy fuck bubble on two conditions," he says, looking over at the alarm clock again. "One, we enter a time free zone by setting our alarms for seven a.m. Saturday and don't pick up our phones until then. When they ring, we know
it's time to jump out of the bubble and head to the plane."

  "Okay, and two?"

  "Once we get back to New York, no more games. It will be harder to forget what I'm about to do to you over the next day if we continue fucking with each other’s heads like we have."

  "Ohhh," I whine, "but it's so much fun."

  "It would be like offering a kid a bucket of candy they can’t eat, fucking torture. You'll have me jacking off by lunch hour. "

  I laugh.

  "Seriously. We wouldn't make it a week." He laughs.

  "Fine." I sigh. "Wait... Are you calling me your favorite candy?"

  He smiles and kisses me. "I don't know," he says against my lips. "I might need another sample." Kissing a trail down my body, he stops at my stomach, looking up at me with a gaze that makes me quiver. "I have a feeling you might be." He continues down until my legs are wrapped around his head, and my hands have a hard time figuring out if they want to roam his hair or pull the damn sheets off the bed. He stays there until I'm screaming, panting, and shattering beneath him. Afterward, we stay in that bed, and he proves to me exactly why continuing our flirty office banter would be such a horrible idea. This night will not be an easy one to forget.

  The sun has begun to rise. We stayed true to our deal... so I have no idea what time it is, and honestly, I couldn’t care less. We fucked like bunnies, ordered room service, had some amazing shower sex... took too long with said shower sex, ordered more room service, and fucked some more. It was like we took every sexually inappropriate thing we've ever said to each other and decided to act it out.

  I know there's a small chance I may kick myself once we get back to New York for sleeping with him, but shit... right now, I think it may be worth it. Months of flirting with Drex and all I was doing was engaging in foreplay for the best sex of my life.

  I didn't see it coming.

  Well, I knew the heat between us had risen to an exponential level and because of it... yeah, maybe the first round was going to be hot, but Jesus H. Christ, all damn night?! I've had some serious sexual frustration to work off, and he may have just fixed that problem and then some. We fucked in every part of this room like two jacked up energizer bunnies until we couldn't move. Couch, floor, counter, balcony… there was even that crazy moment when I bent over to grab an apple from the refrigerator. Fucking hot.