by Stacey Lewis
I lift her and carry her over to my desk, sweeping half the contents to the floor as I do so. I don’t care if the office hears us, or hell if they see us, so long as they know this woman is mine, and I am hers, regardless of what she says.
“Remy.” She gasps, as I grip the lace thong she’s wearing ripping it from her body. My cocks jutted out and more than ready to take her, but as the true gentlemen I am I find it custoMaddie to make a woman come before we fuck.
Taking her by the legs I drag her ass to the very edge of the desk, and push her legs back so they’re resting against her chest, her perfectly pink pussy glistens with need, begging and tempting me to fuck it, suck it, and own it.
“You might be furious with me, but you’re fucking dripping with need for me too.” I grin, sinking two fingers inside her. She bucks her hips as if she can’t get enough as I do and I pull my fingers out of her tight channel bringing them to my lips and licking them clean. I do this right in front of her and watch as her arousal heightens the lust swirling in her depths has my balls tightening with a release.
Fuck I can’t come yet, not when I haven’t even been inside her. Pushing the thoughts of my own arousal away I sink to my knees and stare at her perfect pussy, my fingers trace the seam of her entrance, and pinch her swollen clit.
She jumps, and moans out in pleasure as I do so, ensuring me that she really does want it as badly as I do.
“Remy…. Please…” She cries out. Fuck I love having her at my mercy. It’s the only time she ever looks at me with vulnerability. Any other time she’s got walls up so high you’ll never seen the woman on the other side of them. With her plea for a release I lick at her clit, my tongue flicking against the swollen bud furiously.
Within seconds she’s withering her back bowing and her ass trying to grind against my face as I hold her down, giving her just enough pressure to bring her to the edge but not push her off. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and scratching, urging me further and pushing me away all at once.
When she’s panting, and her legs are shaking I sink three fingers inside her tight cunt, and pound into her, stopping only once I feel the tightening of her walls and the onset of her orgasm. My eyes find hers and I watch as she falls apart, her chest rising and falling as she tries her hardest to catch her breath. Her body bows, and her hands are clenched tightly into fists as her pussy squeezes my fingers so hard I feel the pressure in my ball sack.
I take a mental picture of her like that, vulnerable, and so fucking beautiful it almost hurts. A black halo of hair frames her against the wooden desk as I rise, and pull her forward, my lips crashing into hers without thought. We’re like two lovers in the dark, finding the light in each other so that we can make it back home.
I kiss the air from her lungs, biting on her plump bottom lip until she whimpers before turning her around, and easing her belly down onto the desk. Her feet hand slightly off the edge and I love knowing she’s so tiny, and fucking perfect for me.
“I’ve thought about fuckin you since the moment I woke up in your bed and you’re weren’t there.” I growl against her shoulder, kissing the skin so softly she shivers.
“Fuck me…” Mel gazes at me over her shoulder, arching her back, and shoving her ass out. I bend at the knees slightly and prod against her entrance, my cocks saturated with her release when I pull back.
“Oh I’m going to fuck you Melody. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember me for days. Every time you move you’ll feel me. Everytime you think of another man, you’ll envision this moment between us. Your mine Melody, all fuckin’ mine.” I boom, slamming into her to the hilt. My teeth find the sensitive flesh of her throat, and sink into her silky skin. A muffled cry of pleasure escapes her but she doesn’t tell me stop, instead one of her hands snake around, urging me forward, encouraging me to pound her into oblivion.
And I do. I fuck her so hard I know neither of us will be able to be mad after this. Pictures and books raddle off my desk, clattering to the floor loudly, but none of that matters. Only the sounds of my skin slapping against Mels’, and her cries and pants of pleasure mixed with mine do. The only thing that matters in that moment is us.
Feeling the distinct tingling in my balls I slow down, and wrap Melody’s long black hair around my fist easing her chest forward, well I enter her slowly, the motion pushing her lower body against the desk, well suspending her upper body with each thrust.
My molars grind together as I hold off my orgasm, my teeth finding her earlobe. I suck on the flesh, marking it with my teeth and mouth.
“Your mine Melody. Mine. Your pussy is mine. Your body mine. I don’t want you seeing anyone else. I just want you for my fucking self. Do you want that?” I pur in her ear, feeling the small flutters of her pussy, edging me closer to my release.
“Tell me you want it Mel. Tell me you want my cock inside you as much as I want it to be there. Tell me…” I growl, upping my pace.
“Oh God...Fuck yes, I want it.” She stumbles over her words, her pussy tightening, and then exploding as she finds her own release. I move in and out of her a couple more times before my own release takes root, my toes dig into the dress shoes, and my jaw tightens well my eyes close. One thought taking place in my mind as my release fills her tightness.
It’s never been like this. Never.
When the euphoric feeling wears off, I release Mel, and pull out of her. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat but I smile as she barely moves, a soft, sleepy sigh slips from her lips. Her legs, and arms wobble as she shoves from the desk. I see some of my semen drip out down her leg, and I wonder if she’s on any type of birth control.
I never thought to use a condom...fuck.
“Are you on any type of birth control, because if not we need to decide what to do going forward. I’m not going to use condoms with you. It feels to good.” I speak the honest truth and watch as her cheeks heat as I say the words.
“Going forward?” She seems taken back by my statement and slightly embarrassed all at once. “This isn’t going to happen again Remy. I don’t know what kind of fantasy land you live in but we will never be together like you want.”
The sting of her rejection slams into my gut but I don’t say anything or even show her that her words bother me.
“I came inside you Melody. If you aren’t on birth control we need to discuss this.” I start to dress myself and then attempt to help her though she bats my hands away.
“It’s not a big deal, Remy. There’s nothing to worry about, okay?” She mumbles, feebly trying to button her blouse even though most of the button are missing. I frown realizing I never even got to touch her boobs. Next time I’ll own them just like I’ve owned the rest of her body.
“Okay, so do you want to have dinner sometime? We’ve fucked twice now. It seems wrong not to take you out on a date.”
“No dates Remy. Dates lead to the belief that we can be something more and like I’ve told you a thousand and one times I don’t do commitments, dates or guys younger than me.” I knew her words were meant to be an insult, and I wished like hell in that moment I didn’t give a fuck about what she said, but I did, which made this harder than it needed to be.
“What the fuck does age have to do with this? So what I’m younger than you. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re robbing the cradle it’s a couple of years not decades.” I was furious and when she lifted her gaze from the floor, her hands smoothing down over her blouse I also knew she could tell how pissed I was, which only fed into her own anger.
“Age aside it would never work, so stop trying. Also, the money, you need to get it back. It was a nice gesture but I’ll never have that kind of money, so paying you back will never be possible, and honestly I don’t like the idea of that kind of debt looming over me. I don’t want to be in debt to some millionaire.”
My jaw clenched and I wanted to take her across my knee, pull up that skirt, and spank her ass for being such a pain.
“I’m not
taking the money back. No way in hell. What’s done is done. It’s non-refundable.” I announce, pissed that she’s freaking out over this instead of thanking me.
“My business isn’t yours Remy. I’ll take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a long ass time before you came along. I’ll survive. Now fix this, or I’ll do so myself.” Her threat only made me laugh.
“Good luck. We donate to the hospital every year millions of dollars. They’ll never give the money back.”
“Whatever.” She sneers, her eyes narrowing. “I have shit to do. I didn’t expect to have sex with you when I came here so it’s taken me a lot longer then it should’ve.” She starts towards the door and I feel my heart sink into my stomach.
She’s walking away again. Leaving me again.
The women she is when I’m inside her isn’t the same woman I see afterwards and I have to do something to get that woman underneath all the pain to shine. I have to find a way to make her mine.
“Goodbye beautiful.” I say as she walks through the door, never saying a single word, or even goodbye.
Fuck, I slam my fist down on my desk. I’ve let her go again and there isn’t a single thing I can do about it. I hate that I can’t force her to listen to me. That I can’t force her to just let me take care of her.
The rest of the day I’m grumpy as hell, and end up biting Ryker and Reed’s heads off numerous times, to the point where I’m called an asshole over and over again. I don’t care though. Being stuck at work when I could be convincing Mel to let me be everything she needs is an annoyance in itself.
“Why’re you such a dick today?” Ryker pokes, entering my office like it’s his own, sitting his ass on my couch like it’s his own, annoying me further. His presence alone makes my blood boil.
“Why can’t you just leave well enough alone? I’m having a bad day, don’t act like you’ve never had one.” I grab my car keys, and slide my cell phone into my dress slacks as I stand. I’m cutting the day short. I’ve gotta get out of her before I lose it.
“Dude, you need to get laid or something. I haven’t done shit to you and you act like I kicked your puppy or something.”
I raise a brow at him in return, “That’s partially true. You did kick my dog growing up.”
Ryker rolls his eyes, “Whatever that was years ago...that can’t possibly be what is annoying you right now.”
“Up, out, go.” I order, pointing towards the door. Ryker shoves from the couch he just say on and wipes his hands against his pants.
“Seriously, you need to get laid.” He sneers.
I lock the door and turn on him, “I did get laid. This morning. In my office on the desk. I don’t need laid bro, I need the woman I’m chasing after to fucking understand that I could make her life one hundred percent better.”
“Ahhh, women issues.” Ryker snaps his fingers, and snickers. “You just wait till you knock em’ up. That’s when shit really hits the fan. You better not come home without chocolate, or a single thing they’ve asked for during the day. Oh and you also should become a mind reader.” I roll my eyes, at his comment. Ava is the best thing to ever happen to him, so he can’t really complain all that much.
“Sure Ryker, keep giving me relationship advice when you barely have your own shit together.” I sling over my shoulder walking towards the elevators. He sighs so loudly I can hear him even as I walk away. I’ve got more important things to do right now. Like convince the woman I’m madly in love with that I’m the one thing she really needs.
***
I drive past Mel’s house three times, circling the block before coming back around and parking. As soon as I’m parked I rest my head against the steering wheel trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do.
From the look of things Mel isn’t even home, otherwise her car would be parked somewhere along this block. I ponder my next move, knowing whatever I decide it needs to be perfect. I suppose I could pay off the rest of her sisters medical bills, though I’m certain when Mel found out she’d rip my dick off and feed it to me.
The thought makes me laugh, which in turn makes me think of Ryker and his comments before I left. “You just wait till you knock em’ up.” It hits me then exactly what I could do to ensure that Mel is always mine. Create a contract...a baby contract...and in the time it takes us to conceive I could sway her thoughts on us as a couple.
I smile to myself like an idiot feeling as if I’ve just hit the damn lottery. I pull out my phone a moment later and text her, my fingers typing out the words without much thought at all. When I hit send I’m not sure if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life, or if she’ll realize she has no other option of repayment to me.
She’s going to give me a baby, us a baby and I’m going to love her the way she deserves to be loved.
Chapter Eleven
Mel
For some strange reason my heart aches, literally aches as I walk out of Remy’s office. I never expected to end up fucking him when I came to confront him for putting his nose where it didn’t belong. And yet, I somehow found myself face down his cock sliding into me, and owning every single shred of who I was.
By the time I made it downstairs to my car I was sick, my stomach churning well sadness bubbled to the surface. Remy was perfect absolutely fucking perfect, and still I couldn’t find it in my heart to give him a chance at a date or even stick around to talk after screwing. Instead I treated him just like my father treated my mother.
Never caring for her thoughts, needs, or wants.
I sagged against the drivers side door of my car and exhaled, trying to calm my stomach that was on the verge of tossing cookies. I was doing this to myself and there was no way for me to stop the train wreck before it happened. I was too afraid to try anything with Remy, but I was also aware that I was being an asshole to him.
I unlock my car and slip inside as soon as I feel like my belly isn’t going to explode on itselfs any longer. It's then that I hear the chiming of my cell phone in the cupholder. I grab it, enter my passcode, and stare at the cracked screen.
It’s a text from Maddie.
Lil Sis: I’m feeling so much better today. The nurses told me I was accepted into the special treatment program. I’m so excited. Come by the hospital and see me today? Pretty please?
Tears slip from my eyes and down my cheeks as I read the text again and again, realizing all this happiness is because of one man: Remy Winston. A man I refuse to give my heart too even though I know it already belongs to him.
I can feel it every time we touch, or when he is near. I know I belong to him but the fear to give into those feelings holds me back. I’m damaged goods, and come with so much baggage it’s insane and yet he still sees the good in me. He sees purpose in me.
And now I have to find a way to repay him. I have to find a way to settle the debt. I have to do it in a way that won’t hurt either of us too.
I sigh, and scrub a hand down my face in frustration then I text Maddie back letting her know that I’ll swing by the hospital after work. After all, I still have to get that damn article written today, otherwise my boss is most likely going to strangle me.
I drive back to the office and spend the rest of the day working. The day passes in a flurry, the reminder that Remy screwed me into oblivion is present every single time I shift in my seat and I love the feeling as much as I hate it.
I get the article printed and on Laura’s desk before I leave work and head to the hospital. The entire way there I’m smiling something I haven’t been able to do since before Maddie got diagnosed and Dad decided to start seeing his assistant.
I go through the usual routine of parking, and taking the elevator up to Maddie’s floor. One of the nurses buzzes me in and I meet Sandy in the hall. She has a giant smile on her face too and I assume she knows about Maddie being accepted into the program.
“All that hard work has finally paid off.” She acts like I’m a hero when I’m not. It isn’t because of me that my si
ster gets a shot like this.
“It sure has. I’m so excited to see what the future brings. We had an anonymous donor donate the money needed for her to be accepted.” I lie, well half life since we did have a donor donate the money. He just wasn’t anonymous.
“Wow that’s so very sweet of them. I see so many people never leave this place, never get a chance at life. I’m glad Maddie gets this chance. She deserves it so very much.” Her words make it hard for me to swallow. There’s so much truth in what she’s said, but it hurts thinking that way, like she’s more important than the rest of the kids waiting for a donation, or transplant or miracle in this place.
“She does, and I don’t say that lightly. Everyone here deserves a chance at life, at living.” Sandy nods her head in understanding, but doesn’t say anything in response. I’m certain she hears these kind of things all the time. I can’t even tell you how many children have passed away in the last two years just on this floor alone.
We’re fortunate to still have Maddie, and tonight we’re even more fortunate knowing that she gets another chance. I knock on the door gently before pushing it open, and find Maddie sitting on her bed once more, her eyes bright, and shining with amusement. She closes the book she’s reading and places it on her rolly table.
“About time you got here. I wanted to be the first to tell you about being accepted but mom beat me to it.” She frowns, “But that doesn’t matter because hopefully I’ll be able to fight this and get out of the hospital.” Her voice is filled to the brim with belief as if she tells herself enough it’ll come true.
“Sorry, most people have to work.” I stick my tounge out at her. She mimics me and I cross the room and wrap her up in a tight hug. When I release her she looks up at me, and I can tell a question lingers against her lips.
“How did you do it?” She asks. “I know you had to pull some strings. Please don’t tell me you sold your soul to the devil.” I snort and shake my head.
