by Alexis Angel
But after spending a few moments in quiet contemplation, allowing myself to honor all I've accomplished in such a short amount of time, I decide that I really should celebrate like I’d started to think about when I snuck off to this office.
Almost everyone has already filed out of the office. It's late and everyone is fighting for Ubers and I’m already sobered up enough to drive. I didn’t really hit the champagne hard enough because I had a chance I was pre-gaming for a wild night of celebrating with a man.
I make my way down to my car and head home because I’m dressed for the office, and I want to put something really stunning on. I pick the perfect black dress and some barely there La Perla that some lucky fucker is going to peel off my toned body tonight. So after the quick change into something sexier than my pencil skirt into this slinky, barely there dress, I determine it's my night to be happy and I want to go to one of my favorite haunts for picking up men that are high-intensity to be worth a few hours of fucking.
I head to the Ritz Carlton. I love the bar and lounge there. It's so chic and it's practically my second home, aside from work. I love to have a glass of wine or two and unwind and find some six-pack stud who needs his slacks peeled off and his face between my thighs. The Ritz is always full of eligible bachelors and I can usually spot something hot for the night. I pull my car up to the valet, Thomas, who knows me by name. Not just because I tip well. I may or may not have ran my hand down that poor boy’s slacks a few times…since he’s only in his early twenties, he isn’t really my type, but one night I guess I just went there.
"Hey Jacqueline, you're back!" he gives me a little wink. Ya gotta know I made that boy’s night.
"Yes!" I say with an exasperated little sigh from all the excitement bubbling within me. "I just made partner at work and I'm here to celebrate."
"Hey good job, that's awesome." He grins widely. Thomas is a sweet kid, really.
I give him a hearty tip and smile. "Thank you!"
I saunter into the bar, scanning the room for some fresh meat closer to my age and not high school.
And then I see someone I'm always glad to see . . . his name is Jason Carvall. That’s right, Carvall. His father used to be the senior partner at our firm, but when his father died, they moved him right up in the true spirit of nepotism. He also happens to be one of hardest working lawyers at our firm and one of the partners who helped get me promoted. I owe a lot to him, but I know he did it based on the premise of all my hard work.
I smile widely at him from across the room and I know that I’m being almost cheesy at this point, but I just realized something so fucking great, ladies.
Guess who isn’t off limits anymore?
Jason is so handsome. He's tall and he works out a lot so I know the body under those incredible suits is yummy. I've never considered him an option until now because he was technically my boss and I get around, but not to the HR department if you know what I mean. But, right now the playing field is even and I have nothing to lose and everything to gain by being with him. I wonder if he's wanted to hook up with me too? I could definitely see it being a match made in sexy heaven.
Jason
I pull my Mercedes up to the valet in front of The Ritz. It’s one of my favorite bars to pick women up in because in general, only fine women can handle what I have to offer to drink here. It’s right in town and, just in case I need it, I can always rent a room for the night as a place to fuck whoever catches my interest for the night. No need to bring them back to my place and the mess that entails because room service can kick them out and I don’t have to. It’s wham and bam, and they don’t hang around for breakfast … not with me at least. I mean you have to check out, right? Plus, I can use the gym after and the hotel’s amazing steam room. Hmmm, wish it was coed and I could start the morning off on a better note with a new woman.
The valet knows me by now and I always leave him a big tip for getting the car ready so fast when I need to make a quick escape out of an awkward morning scene with a girl. You have to have people you can trust everywhere. "Hey Thomas, park it, thanks."
He nods and smiles. "No problem Jason, nice to see you."
I head into the massive hotel that’s become my second home. Most of all I need a scotch to relax. I walk in like I own the place. I practically could own it if I wanted to. But who wants to own a hotel when there’s fine ass to be found at work? Plus, I love to argue so being a lawyer fits me perfectly. I open my mouth, and I win.
Good thing Ginny’s bartending tonight in case I need a booty call repeat. "Hey Ginny, how are ya?"
I sit at the bar and can’t help but scroll through the notifications on my phone. Texts, phone calls . . . man, does the day ever end?
Just then, who should walk in, but Jacqueline. She's all legs in her dress that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. She knows she’s hot. She knows I know she’s hot. But, we’ve never hooked up. Work always got in the way. She cares about how you can’t fuck above your pay grade. That being said she did get promoted. While my cock can get me into all sorts of situations, I didn’t go with the partners’ recommendation because I wanted to fuck Jacqueline.
But when she walks over here, I’m so glad she's a partner now.
"Hi Jason, nice to see you here."
"Hi there! I guess I should offer you congratulations. You’re my equal now." I love to tease her but now this isn’t some good-natured ribbing about a case. No, this is me telling her everything I’m packing can slide right inside her as soon as she says she’s ready.
You know with more than just that black dress sliding along her perfect curves.
Jacqueline’s eyes glower and she feigns being offended.
She can’t resist me. I'm 6’5" of all male muscle. I could wrap her up around my 12-inch cock so easily until she’s crying out my name. I’ve always wanted to. But as, technically, her superior, I never could. Now that she’s made partner, we’re on an equal playing field. Let the games begin.
"Oh Jason, you know I’ve won more cases than you." That’s what makes Jacqueline the only person I could fuck here tonight. She isn’t afraid to call me right out like that. Maybe she’ll scream my name when I slide inside her, and hasn’t Jacqueline earned it?
She’s playing me now. "Oh yeah, you want to make a wager over that? Come sit here, let’s just take a look through our case histories."
She backs down. She knows she’d never win. I'm older and have been at the firm way longer. At least, I think she wouldn’t win. This girl is on fire in court and fuck I might actually have to do the math and she might win. I might even tell after she’s had a few orgasms.
Jacqueline always knows how to work a judge until he sees how she sees. Same with jurors. That’s what also attracts me to her so much. Jacqueline’s not some bimbo who plays dumb. She’s a really aggressive lawyer. Brains, brawn, and looks . . . how could any judge or jury say no? They fucking can’t because she’s a winner, too.
God, the idea of pounding my cock into Jacqueline, who looks like a supermodel but can actually carry on a conversation gets my dick so hard it's practically begging to be let out and inside her. I need to fuck her. I always have. She deserves partner and she is so much fucking hotter than any random piece of ass I could have.
I watch Jacqueline’s ass as she saunters over to the bar. I know those perfect half-moons sculpted, toned, and would feel just perfect if I dug my fingers into them while pumping into her. I could give that perfect ass a few spanks. I’ve undressed her in my mind enough to know this. Plus, she’s always hitting the gym before work. I’d like to take that sweet little ass up to a room and prove to her just what being the boss means...and knowing her, she’d show me something new, too.
She sits down with her drink. Wine of course. She loves wine. That champagne tonight was just not her drink. That’s why she stepped out.
So maybe I’m not all that surprised to find her, but I didn’t consciously come here to fuck her.
Jacqueline af
fects her sharpest courtroom tone and her eyes narrow at me. "Hey Jason, you’re not my boss anymore. How does that feel?"
My eyes darken at her words. "Honey, I'll always be the boss to you."
I see her clench and cross her legs. God, I must’ve made her panties wet. She eyes me seductively.
"We’ll see about that."
"I guess the idea of working closely with me now must be really turning you on," I test her.
"You guessed it. You’re all I think about Jason," she says sarcastically.
Whatever. I know she thinks about me. I’ve seen her eyeing me the way I’ve been doing it to her. We’ve always had this unspoken . . . connection.
I can tell by the way she smells my cologne when I bend over her desk to show her something. It’s so hot having someone you want to fuck at work. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined taking her right there on my desk. I would command her to come in, and then spank her until she admits how bad she’s wanting to suck the living daylights out of my cock.
"You know, since you made partner, you and I could be a thing."
"A thing?" she says. "I’m no man’s thing. Certainly not yours."
She’s acting disinterested, but I know she wants my cock so far down her throat that she’d struggle to breathe.
"You know, I win at more than being a lawyer," I try to tempt her.
"Oh really? Your track record with women would prove otherwise."
I finish my drink in one gulp, eyeing her the whole time. Now I’ve got a challenge.
"If you let me take you upstairs, I could help you make an informed decision," I say as I see she’s eyeing the bulge of my cock, trying to see if it would be worth it.
"Come on Jacqueline, I can tell you want to. I’ve seen the way you look at me at work. You’ve never been with a real man until you’ve been with me." She glances up at my eyes, questioning. I’ve got her now.
"Come on, it’ll be our little work secret."
I lay it on thick. I’ve got to lock this in now or it'll never happen. And, I have to be with Jacqueline at least once.
She’s no fool. She knows what I’m in for. She knows I’m a one-night kind of guy. With her, though, it could be something special. I would never reveal the depth of my feelings on this matter though. It’s on a need-to-know basis.
"I promise to treat you right," I say lightly. I’m not tipping my hand too much, remember?
"Okay, boss, I’m in." She gulps down her entire glass of wine just looking at me in that flirtatious way. This is gonna be fun.
Jacqueline
We barely make it to the elevator because Jason and I are done flirting and we’re ready to make the next move. A whole lot of next moves. In fact, if not for the fact that Jason is just as forward as I am, I would have my hand down those pants and finally finding out what he’s working with.
Jason pins me to the wall, taking charge. His eyes tell me that he's going to have everything he wants. I'm on fire for him and just tipsy enough that any shred of the in-charge work persona I have that would've held me back is totally shut off.
The cool air of the elevator makes me shiver and my hard nipples and wet panties are just the clear and present signs of how desperately I want Jason. I see that giant bulge in his trousers that tells me that he wants the same thing. Doesn't every fun night start with two dirty looks? I gaze into his incredibly attractive eyes and see the same lust burning me up. I bite my lip and try to breathe at his dominant touch.
His hands run up and down my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress up. As his hands push aside the sheer fabric of my thong, I slide my tongue across his neck. I struggle to maintain my sanity while Jason takes his fingers and runs them down the flimsy lace front of my panties. The teasing sensation is almost too much to bear, and I want him so damn bad that I might actually whimper.
I press a moan against Jason’s neck and I’m practically panting against him.
His fingertips part my pussy lips so tantalizingly slow that I'm ready to cry out.
"So wet," Jason growls, his devilish smile only making me cream against his fingers more. He’s so smug and satisfied and he has every right to be.
Fuck, I want him so bad, I just nod unblinkingly and basically keep myself from screaming, yeah, so fuck me!
I stroke my fingers up and down his incredible chest. The soft fabric of his shirt feels like such a sensual tease, containing the incredible muscles beneath them. I'm basically pawing at him because Jason's fingers stroke my pussy so steadily that it makes my eyes flutter at the tantalizingly steady pace.
His fingers start to explore me more and I take hold of the fabric of his shirt and pull it from his body.
The buttons pop down and expose his gorgeous eight pack practically glistening under the soft lights of the elevator. I take his nipple into my fingers rolling them back and forth tugging on it. I can tell Jason is getting excited because his strokes, now inside my pussy, get frenzied before finally he yanks his fingers free and runs them up and down the crack of my ass.
Jason strokes the seam of my ass, teases my opening, and then grips hard, pulling me closer to him. Releasing his hold, his fingers traipse up and down as he pulls my cheeks apart sliding his fingers, making light circles around my asshole. I’m shaking with need and my nipples are painfully hard right now. My clit is achingly stiff as I squeeze my thighs together, pulling my muscles tight around his fingers. Arching my back hard, I move my hips and beg him to stop teasing me and then fingers slide deep into my ass, stroking against the pull of my muscles. He pulls them free, and finally Jason moves his body down mine. He puts his mouth on my stomach as his head disappears under my dress. His tongue plays along making circles around my navel and his tongue falls into it wiggling it back and forth teasing me. I throw my head back and whip my hair back and forth as his mouth keeps moving down my body. My body shivers hard with anticipation as Jason keeps going on his journey, teasing me with his every exploration.
I feel so free and like let’s be real, utterly full of lust to have him so possessively pleasing us both. God, every touch feels so fucking good it's like being drunk, but on horniness!
Jason withdraws his magic fingers and starts doing something else I’m too dizzy with need to comprehend, at first. Moving toward my pussy, his hands grip my ass. He drops down on his knees and fuck, mine are about to buckle as he hovers over my glistening, now bare pussy lips blowing his warm breath on the skin he’s exposed. I don’t even really remember when he yanked off my panties, all I know is I’m throbbing with absolute need.
He moves my ass, pushing the smooth skin of his face up against my pussy; using his tongue to part my lips he plunges it deep inside. Jason wraps his lips around my clit and he pulls it into his mouth. Sucking on it as he grinds his teeth against it, he sends me past all sense of being able to think or speak or do anything but melt and shudder against him. All I can see is the back of my eyelids as my eyes roll back in their orbits and I think about the shuddering surrender coursing through me. I move the fabric of my dress up, which is so short that it only takes half an inch to expose the top of Jason’s head. I summon my strength for a moment, curling my toes with every intense stroke of his tongue, so I have the energy for taking my hands and running them through his hair. I can feel an ocean of arousal moving and crashing into my inner walls. It rushes hard and fast, covering his face. Jason keeps moving, plunging his tongue deeper, pushing against the wave. My toes are curling tight, making me go up on my tiptoes as he laps up every drop of my arousal.
Jason lifts me up off of my feet, hefting me up like I weigh nothing and making me feel like the complete object of his lust in this moment. We’re like two animals with a desperate need to be sated and no other cares in the world. My hands hold on tight to his shoulders before I reach up to release some of the wound tight, frenetic sexual energy between us and touch the ceiling. The heat of the lights are warm on my fingers. It could be the drinks mixed with the lustful desire that's makin
g me feel like we're spinning in slow motion.
Jason finally comes up for air and he brings me back down to the floor. I wonder if he got swept away with the intensity between us for a moment. So much pent up lust can do that, you know? My feet barely touch the floor but the sensation on the pads of my feet through my heels at the impact of the elevator floor, of coming back to where gravity has some bearing again and not just like wild crazy sex physics, it all makes me hypersensitive to the cool air on my pussy where his mouth and my arousal left me wet.
Jason keeps my waist pulled tight against him as he moves to kiss me, covering my lips with his. My tongue sticks out of my mouth flicking across his lips.
They're marked by the sweet juicy nectar he wrung from my body with those lips I have to kiss. That tongue I have to suck. And together, his taste and my own arousal are delicious and I’m addicted to kissing harder, deeper, and tasting every drop of us together. Dancing my tongue along his, we’re passionately enacting every ounce of desire we’ve kept pent up for so long. Jason moves his hands up and down my back, caressing me and sending shivers through my body. Everywhere his fingers touch lights up the nerve endings all over me until my skin is practically humming with sensation. My clit is still so stiff and it's throbbing and my pussy aches to be fondled and played with.
In one smooth motion, Jason breaks free of our lip lock and moves his hands down my body. Wrapping his strong hands around my ankles and lifting me straight up off of my feet, he looks up at me with the smug grin he always seems to wear that turns my thoughts to molten lava. My pussy burns with need as he throws me over his shoulder like he’s a caveman, not a billionaire lawyer in a suit that costs more than some people make in a year. But right now I like being his to claim. With any luck, I’ll be his to fuck very soon because I’m practically mewling right now like cat in heat. And my pussy is certainly so flaming hot right now that it only sounds sorta crazy for me to tell you that. My feet are hanging down his chest. I rub them against his stomach as he carries me off of the elevator to the door of the room, making my toes down to his cock as best I can, desperate to touch him and make it very, very clear.
