by N. Michaels
“Kitten, I’d love to fuck you right here and right now but there might be someone here, and there is no way in hell I’m letting someone else see you naked and coming. Those sights are for my eyes alone.”
“Are your windows tinted?” I ask breathlessly, almost at my breaking point.
No one ever said no to me.
“They are, but – “
“No buts. No one will see me. You can cover my mouth to keep me quiet if you want but I need you now. Please.”
I feel the maddening trickle of my arousal, as the image of us together in his car plays inside my head. Eric’s frown is still there but his eyes roam across my face, gauging how serious I am.
“Fine.” He says through gritted teeth.
Eric lifts his head and looks around us, making sure we are truly alone. When he seems to be satisfied, he removes his jacket and enters the backseat. I grin a quick victory smile and join him. I straddle him and hear the automatic locks activate on the doors as I close the door behind me.
I lift my grey pencil skirt up to my waist and I’m rewarded with a sensual groan from Eric as his hands touch the lacey ends of my thigh-highs.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He growls and squeezes the top my thighs.
His head drops back on the headrest and I clash my lips to his, desperate to taste him. His tongue pushes inside my mouth roughly and I moan at his restlessness. He wants it just as badly. I find his zipper and tug it down, releasing him from his boxer briefs. His breath catches the moment I wrap my fingers around him, his skin is hot and smooth like satin. Eric unbuttons my silk cream blouse with on hand, while his other hand slides between my thighs to my drenched panties. He works his fingers in a methodical pace, massaging my sex through the panties, making me moan with pleasure.
“That won’t do.” He breathes and pulls his hands back.
Eric reaches for his charcoal tie. He loosens it then takes it off. He folds it over and brings it to my lips. Covering my mouth, he ties it behind my head while his lustful eyes never leave mine. His hand returns to my panties, but this time he moves them to the side and slides a finger in. I moan and my arch my back, pushing my now uncovered breasts near his face.
“Much better.” Eric whispers and I see a deviant spark in his heavy lidded eyes.
He removes his finger and I guide him to my entrance. I start pushing down but he grabs my hips.
“Easy, take it easy.” He groans.
I try telling him that I’m mad with desire and that we’re short on time, but it comes out as incoherent mumbles that reward me with a lifted eyebrow.
“I know you need it, kitten, but I don’t want to hurt you so take it slow.” He grunts as I lower into him another inch.
I nod and whimper when he’s buried inside me completely. My head drops to the crook of his neck and the smell of clean clothes; aftershave and something completely Eric tickles my nose. I inhale it deeply and lose myself in him. My hands grab the headrests and I rise myself a little.
“Stay just like that. I’ll have you coming in a second.” He whispers into my ear.
Eric’s hands cup my butt, holding it up as he starts thrusting upwards and into me. I clench down on his hard shaft and thank him in my mind for tying that tie around my mouth. I’d probably be screaming without it. Eric’s temperature rises, I know it because I feel the perspiration on his skin and wish I could run my tongue over it, collecting the salty beads. Eric grunts increase with each powerful thrust, fueling my wantonness as I press my breasts to his rock hard chest, feeling his chest rising and falling with each desperate breath he takes. His hand squeezes my butt cheek tightly and then he swats me hard, making my sex tightens impatiently around him.
“Ah God, kitten. You completely unravel me, break every fucking rule I have.” he growls and bites down my earlobe.
I desperately moan my response while my hands slide down from the headrest to his hair. I tangle my fingers in his silky, jet-black hair and grip them hard as I ride him frantically. The hand that is now caressing my ass, moves closer to my no-entry zone and when his fingertip brushes over the puckered ring, I still, then jerk back to look into his eyes. Wide eyed, I shake my head no.
Eric holds the nape of my neck and he pulls me closer to him until our foreheads touch. “I’m assuming… you’ve never had anal play?” he husks while his thick shaft keeps pounding into me.
I close my eyes to keep my thoughts in order. It’s impossible to think straight when he’s inside me, and so close to me. I shake my head no and moan as his thick crown brushes over my sensitive spot.
“Look at me, kitten. I need you to look into my eyes.”
I open my eyes and when they focus, I see grave seriousness in his breathtaking eyes.
“I will never hurt you. Do you believe that?” Eric asks while his hand moves from the back of my neck to cup my cheek.
Do I believe him?
Yes. I do.
I nod and his lips curl into a sensual smile.
“That’s good… so good…” Eric grunts and closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, they are back on mine, sharp and serious.
“Do you trust me?” he husks then places a kiss over my covered mouth.
Do I trust him enough to let him in there? Do I trust him completely not to hurt me?
The answer I have surprises me. I swallow hard and nod.
Yes. I trust you, I believe you.
“That’s my good kitten. Just relax and trust me, ok?” his eyes bore into mine.
I nod again and drop my head back into the crook of his neck, a little ashamed and a whole lot nervous.
Oh God. I’ve never let anyone touch me there. It has always been a big no-no for me.
Eric slides out of me and pushes two fingers instead. He swirls them around, making them slick with my liquid arousal. He slides them out and with his other hand on the small of my back, he pushes me down on his penis. I shudder and he groans at how wet I am and the ease he slides into me.
“Just relax…” Eric breathes into my ear and I make a small sound of agreement.
He places his fingertips back on my tight muscled ring and massages it with light pressure. Spreading my slick arousal on it while his cock slides in and out of me in a lazy rhythm. It feels so wrong, but so good at the same time that I’m conflicted at how I should react. My body seems know though, I undulate and squirm in his grasp, unable to be at ease.
“Be still.” Eric command and I try my best to stop moving.
Slowly the pressure becomes more and more intense until he breaches me and pushes his finger in up to his knuckle. I suck in a sharp breath at the savage intrusion and my hands drop from his hair to his shoulders.
“Oh God, your ass is so tight… does it hurt?” he asks.
Does it? Not really, it’s unfamiliar, scandalizing, but no… it does not hurt.
I shake my head no and wrap my arms around his neck.
Slowly, he starts setting a pace, his cock slides in and his finger pulls out, in and out, in and out. On and on he alternates, and soon enough I feel the unbearable buildup of pleasure.
My God, who would have though that this would feel so good? It’s almost like it’s boosting my pleasure, adding a sensation I never knew existed.
Eric picks up his speed and I moan uncontrollably at the intense pleasure he’s giving me. His hand moves from my waist to my hair and he fists it hard, forcefully pulling my head back until our eyes lock.
“Do you like that, me filling you completely? Do like it when your ass gets rammed by me?” Eric asks with a sensual growl and my only answer, is the all-consuming orgasm that erupts inside me. The feeling of being filled by him entirely and his unrestrained carnal desire to posses me in everyway, pushes me off the pinnacle into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
This just gets better and better with him…
The tie muffles my scream while I feel my sex and sphincter tighten in rhythmic clenches around him. Eric thrusts
come faster and harder then he pulls me down on him, so deep I gasp for air.
“Fuck!” Eric grunts and shudders beneath me, spilling himself into me.
We’re both shaking and breathless when he pulls out his finger, making me wince. We hold each other close, slowly coming down from our post-orgasmic high. When our breaths normalize, Eric reaches and unties his tie.
“God damn, woman… you’re amazing.” He says then nuzzles my ear.
I inhale deeply and sit up. My eyes roam over his beautiful face, it’s like my brain is trying to memorize every feature, every beautiful sculptured line of his strong jaw, the kissable bow of his lips and the expression he’s got, of pure bliss. It does insane things to my heart; it’s swelling with happiness, barely containing it.
“You’re incredible.” I whisper and smile.
Eric’s answering smile is nothing less but breathtaking.
“How was your first anal experience?” he teases.
I nod while I try to find the right words to describe what he just did to me… bringing me to the peak of pleasure, higher than I’ve ever been.
“Wow… just wow. You rocked my stockings off.” I grin.
“I’m glad to hear that because there will be more encounters with that sweet, hot tight ass of yours.” He swats my butt playfully.
“Bring it.” I purr and kiss him slowly.
Eric breaks the kiss and smiling he asks me, “Could you please reach for the glove compartment and bring me the wipes and sanitizer that’s in it?”
“Sure.” I smile back.
I turn on his lap so my back is facing him and hold on to the front seats as I lean forward to reach the glove compartment. I tug on the small handle and retrieve his items.
“Here you go.”
Eric thoroughly wipes his hands clean then sterilizes them with the sanitizer. He picks up another wipe and with his free hand cups my butt, lifting me up on my knees. He runs the damp cloth on my sex while looking into my eyes with such reverence, that I feel my eyes prickle with tears.
“Thank you.” I whisper and kiss him on his forehead.
“You’re very welcome. If anything, it was my pleasure.” He smiles softly.
Eric pulls my panties back into place while I reach for his tie.
“Oh damn…” I murmur, looking at the dark wet stain marking his silky tie.
“That good, huh?” he winks.
“Oh yeah, you got me drooling all over you.” I whisper and kiss him tenderly.
“Stay with me.” he murmurs against my lips and I groan at the sweet request he just made.
“I can’t blow them off, tiger… but I promise, I’ll make it up to you later. How’s that sound?” Eric grunts and pulls me closer into him.
“I will be counting the seconds.” He whispers and I shiver as his hot breath tickles my ear.
Eric buttons my blouse, slowly kissing his way up on my chest until he reaches my lips. He slides me off of him gently then he adjusts himself, closing his zipper. I pick up his tie again.
“What about this one?” I look at him apologetically.
“Fuck it. It’s a social meeting not business per say. I’ll just have an open collar.” He shrugs.
I reach for the buttons and undo the top two. I pull the collar open a little and place a kiss at the hollow of his neck.
“There, perfect.” I smile up at him.
Eric’s eyes scan across my face with an expression I’ve come to crave like the air I’m breathing, hunger, pure carnal desire and tender love. His hands tangle in my hair and he brings his lips down on mine, kissing me slow and passionately, conveying all his feelings for me. When our tongues connect, we both inhale deeply and lose ourselves in the kiss. Tasting and savoring each other and I feel myself grow hotter. My breasts turn heavy and my nipples tighten, goose bumps race across my skin and I force myself to pull away from the kiss before we go for round number two.
“I’ll see you tonight, Eric.” I say breathlessly and he reluctantly nods.
I climb into my car and lower my window and he does the same.
“I miss you already.” I blow him a kiss.
Eric smiles his dazzling smile and says “You better.”
I leave the garage and head home. Eric got me hot and sweaty and I’m in a desperate need for a shower. I hope the girls won’t be mad if I’m a little late. I run out of the shower and dry myself with my big white towel. I blow-dry my hair and flatiron it so it’s straight. Quickly, I pull on my black tailored shorts and a plum sleeveless silk blouse with a bow in the front. I apply make-up and spritz my favorite Chanel perfume. With shoes and purse in hand, I walk out of my bedroom and head to the foyer. I run into Laura, who is dressed in a stylish black dress that cuts right above her knees. She has make up on and her hair is styled.
“Ok woman, spill. Are you going on a date?”
Laura smiles and nods, “I am. I’ll tell you all about him later. He’s waiting downstairs.”
“Really? Great! Let me meet him! Let me meet him!” I bounce up and down.
She shakes her head, “Not now Katya. Soon ok? I got to go. Be good.” she kisses my cheek and quickly departs.
“Wait….” I call after her but its too late, she’s already gone.
I knew it!
She is seeing someone. Ha! Good to know my instincts are still sharp.
Oh you’ll definitively tell me about him. Every detail.
I smile brightly, feeling happy for Laura. I slip my feet into my black Brandaplato’s and double check I have everything I need in my clutch. After I’m positive I’m ready, I finally make my way to Nobu 57.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I’m late. I know I’m late.
Nobu 57 is five minutes away from my apartment by car, but it seemed ridiculous to me to take my car and pay for the garage, I am trying not to spend unnecessarily. Walking there on my Christian Louboutins is something I would never do, so I decided to call a taxi. I pay the cabbie and thank him. I rush into the restaurant and ask the host for Milan’s table. This restaurant always takes my breath away, with wooden elements, greens and soft beige colors; it brings the Japanese style into life. But my favorites by far, are the giant paper lanterns that hang right above the bar. The host smiles and leads me up the stairs to a booth near the end of the room. I spot them immediately, just Milan and Vera. They’re sitting on the same bench sipping their Bellini’s.
“I know I know, I’m late, I’m sorry.” I smile and sit on the opposite vacant bench.
“Nah it’s ok. Julia is still not here.” Milan waves her hand and leans in to kiss my cheek.
“I just texted her, she’s two minutes away.” Vera says and gives me an awkward hug above the table.
“You, look happy. Like, just came happy.” Milan points her finger at me and smirks.
I glance at Vera and her cheeks are just as red as I imagined.
“I’m not kissing and telling.” I smile and fold my arms over the table.
“You always do! Now spill!” Milan says, mock-shocked.
“Not with this guy.” I shake my head.
“Who is ‘this’ guy?” Vera asks quietly.
“I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to make a scene. Understood?” I pin Milan with a glare and she nods back with bright eyes.
I expel a long breath, “It’s Mr. Eric Miller, my boss.”
Both their jaws drop at the same time and I have to laugh at that, it’s too damn funny.
“Your boss? But isn’t that against some law or something?” Vera asks.
“No, not really. I mean it’s not the best work ethics but it’s not like it’s set in stone.”
“You. One. Lucky. Bitch.” Milan says shaking her head slightly. “How is he? No no no no…. none of that no kissing and telling bullshit, describe him with three words.” Milan asks then leans in closer as if I’m telling her government secrets.
I think about it for a moment and decide to go with, “Carnal, tender and out-
of-this-fucking-world.” I smile when Milan sags back into the bench.
“I hate you…” she mumbles and fans her face with her hand.
Vera and I burst into a fit of laughter then wipe the tears that slipped out from giggling too much.
“Excuse me Miss, there you go.” A waiter wearing all black shows up next to me and slides me a Mojito.
“I didn’t order this.” I look at him, confused.
“I know. The gentleman over there did.”
He waves his hand to the middle of the room and my eyes land on smiling chocolate brown eyes. Patrick. I smile tightly and lightly wave at him.
“Please tell him thank you.” I say to the waiter and glance over at the girls.
They’re looking at me perplexed.
“My name is Franco. Are you ready to order?” the waiter asks.
“Not yet, we have another person joining us.” Milan says.
“Very well.” Franco smiles then leaves.
“Who sent you that?” Vera looks at the Mojito like it turned into jar of acid.
I sigh, “Patrick Green. He works for Eric. We all went out to SoFi together when I was in Miami. A few days ago he showed up in the office saying he wants to take me to lunch. Obviously, I declined. I told him I have a boyfriend now.”
“Well, seems like he has a thing for you.” Milan lifts an eyebrow then throws a side-glance in Patrick’s direction.
“He doesn’t have to have a thing for her to send her a drink! He knows her and just wanted to say hi.” Vera says.
“You’re probably right.” I smile at Vera, but Milan decides to educate her a bit.
“If he wanted to say hi, he would’ve just approached our table and said, ‘Hi’ but no, he sent her a drink. That means he wants them to be more than just acquaintances.” Milan says the word acquaintances like it’s a dirty word.
Vera pales and looks at me.
“Don’t worry, honey. I got my out-of-this-fucking-world boyfriend remember?” I wink and she smiles. “Yeah, you do.”
“How do you like Vera’s dress? Valentino, baby.” Milan changes the subject.
Vera is wearing a nude dress with vertical ruffles from collar to hemline and she added a black sash around her waist. So much like her, soft and romantic.
