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Just the mere vision of that in her mind made her cream, scream, and she wanted him deeper inside her. Jenny went on tiptoes and felt the head of his cock bump the back of her pussy. Her favorite spot where it didn’t take long to see fireworks better than the Fourth of July display in the local park and yes, the ones sponsored by Corbett Enterprises.
She grabbed the desk’s edge again, knowing it was building, building and oh, yes, the boss had just fucked her good. Ian held her hips as she began sinking into the desk where she wanted to rest and get her breath back, but he pounded harder until she heard him pant, and then felt him explode into the condom.
He pulled out and gave her ass one heavy slap. They both burst out laughing.
Without his permission, she pulled off the tie from her eyes and turned around. She caught a glimpse of him removing the condom from his cock and tossing it into his wastepaper bin. His pants and boxers were around his ankles.
“Bet you didn’t know my couch turns into a bed,” he said.
“You ever used it?” she asked.
“More times than I care to remember.”
“With women?”
“Nope. When I’ve been working late and got too tired to drive home.”
“How about we break it in for some activity besides sleeping?” asked Jenny.
“You really are a bad girl.”
“You going to punish me some more?”
“I might.”
He secured Jenny’s wrists this time, kicked off his pants and underwear, and led her over to the couch, which he pulled out into the bed he’d mentioned.
“Get on it,” he said.
Jenny set herself down on its top.
Ian climbed on with her. He secured the tie around her wrists some more until her palms were flat against each other.
“You ever been kissed all over your body?” he asked her.
“Not that I can remember.”
“Then where shall I start? Your shoulder looks pretty inviting.”
His lips were on her collarbone before she knew it. Then his mouth trailed down her shoulder. She raised her arms above her head, hoping he’d get the message that her breasts and nipples needed some attention.
Could he read minds or what? His mouth circled her left nipple as his hand massaged the other.
She never wanted this to end but when it did, would they do it again? Would she sneak up to his office every night after work for more of the same?
His tongue flicked her navel and it tickled. She wiggled but then Ian held her still so he could roll his tongue down into her mound.
Ian forced her legs apart, his tongue making an erotic trail up and down her thighs and then to her ankle and back. Jenny wiggled her ass. No one had ever made her feel like this before, no one.
He spread her labia and circled her clit and then she sucked in her breath as his tongue speared her pussy.
Jenny clawed at the white wall behind her. This was the first time she had a man perform oral sex on her, and so far so good. Ian’s tongue flicked and then he licked, and Jenny rolled her hips. He got a vice-like grip on her and held her still as her body began to shake.
The pleasure started in her toes, spread up her calves and then darted into her thighs, and then, oh yes, he made her climax and she screamed out.
When she looked at the wall, her nails had made red blotches where their polish had scraped against the walls.
Ian untied her hands and Jenny put the tie around his hips as he reached for a condom and sheathed himself. She clung onto both ends as he plunged inside her. She pulled it as he thrust harder and faster, the bed moving and creaking as she reared up and slapped his thighs with her own in her urgency to get to her orgasm.
Jenny pulled the tie harder around his ass where it had slipped a little further on each of his plunges inside her.
She moved her head from side to side, feeling the pleasure building and building. She raised her ass up off the bed just as Ian thrust deep and that’s all it took for her to hear bells going off, see lights flashing, and feel herself sinking deep down into sheer bliss.
Jenny took a deep breath, hearing both Ian’s pants and his heart beating faster. He groaned and then went still, her pussy milking him for everything he had. He moved slightly and the next thing she knew the front part of the bed had snapped and they were flung forward.
He held her tight, and they both burst out laughing.
“Guess it’s for sleeping and not fucking,” said Ian, rolling off of her.
They both looked up at the ceiling and burst out laughing again.
“So what’s a nice girl like you doing talking dirty to guys on the Internet?” he asked.
Jenny rolled onto her side and looked at him.
“My sister got into a car accident and didn’t have health insurance so I said I’d help her out. I saw the ad in the paper and thought it looked like an easy enough job that I could do after work.”
“How long have you been doing it?”
“Just a week. My computer at home decided to do weird things a day ago.”
“And that’s the reason you were using the computer here.”
“I’m really glad I did because I needed the punishment.”
They laughed again.
“You learned your lesson?”
Jenny shook her head. “I’ve never been a quick learner.”
Ian rolled over to look at her. “Then I think I need to teach you some more. However, I don’t know about you, but I’m thirsty. How about I go and get us a couple of sodas from the vending machine and I’ll be right back?”
He got off the bed, pulled on his pants and headed out.
****
Ian punched 2B on the machine and rested his forehead on the glass as two cans of lemon-lime soda rolled out.
He’d been a fool to make those stupid rules about people in the company not dating. He’d missed a whole year of Jenny’s company. Her laughter, her sense of humor and yes, her hot body too. As he headed back to his office, her perfume that had rubbed onto his body while they’d made love rose up and tickled his nose. He knew he couldn’t be without her company now.
Ian burst out laughing when he got back to find her wearing only his tie and sitting at his desk with a ruler in one hand, slapping it on the palm of the other.
“I’m changing the company rulebook,” he said, sitting on the edge of his desk.
“Really.”
“Yep, anyone can date who they want. I have no problem with that at all.”
“That will please Sarah and Mike in marketing. Let’s see, Jim and Ruth in accounting. Oh and let’s not forget Mimi and Pat in receiving. Almost forgot Sally…”
He kissed her before she could roll out any more names and before he felt any worse about keeping these couples apart. That was the old Ian Corbett, miserable bachelor CEO. The new one had Jenny and a future of possibilities.
“I was wrong to make such stupid rules, wasn’t I?”
Jenny opened her mouth but then said nothing.
“So how would you like to punish me?” he asked.
“You could lean over the desk and I could give you a good spanking for starters,” she said.
The End
www.vanessadevereaux.com
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Last First Kiss
I’m All Yours
NIGHT GAMES
Carolyn Rosewood
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
“Did D. H. Lawrence really say to fuck is to go to the dark gods?” Ursula Mackenzie mused out loud as she put the finishing touches on this month’s contest story for the Night Games interactive blog. She didn’t want to waste time looking it up so she paraphrased the line from Sophie’s Choice, just in case. Without reading over the ending for the story again, knowing she’d chicken out and downplay the horror aspect if she did, she hit send.
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ighing, she pushed back from her MacBook Pro, otherwise known as her cyber lover, and waited for the “Upload Successful!” icon to pop up. When it did, she smiled. This was the most erotic, darkest piece she’d ever written. It featured her favorite fantasy hero, a dark, sexy, and mysterious vampire. If it didn’t win the quarterly grand prize she was done trying.
She padded to the kitchen and poured a generous amount of Jack Daniels into a half-empty glass of Coke, sipping as she returned to her computer and the Night Games forums. The usual Friday night gang was complaining about taxes, the price of gas, and the latest tale involving their wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend not loving, appreciating or understanding them.
At least they had partners to bitch about. She had test tubes, microscopes, and more data than she could process in a day’s work. At home in her stylish two-story condo she had a generous supply of fine Tennessee whiskey, several two-liter bottles of Coke, and her oversexed, fertile imagination.
Oh, and her rechargeable vibrator, Mia. Her Lelo lover was among the few possessions she’d bother to grab in a fire. It kept her satisfied in a way no man had ever done. Or perhaps it had simply been so long since she’d had one in her bed she’d forgotten what it felt like to have sex with a real person?
The last date she’d been on had been a disaster. No, rephrase that. It was more like a hurricane gone rogue that tore up half the country. What had happened to all the normal men while she was buried under a Master of Science program at MIT? Had they left for Mars on a spaceship and someone forgot to tell her?
Taking another sip of Jack, she clicked to the bio of Reynold Collins, the site owner. He was such hot eye candy it had been worth the modest membership fee to join. The story prompts he posted each month were so intriguing she’d been drawn right in. Writing erotic horror fed her dark side, and throwing in a vampire every once in a while gave her an outlet for her sexual fantasies.
Reynold wrote delicious stories of his own. His favorite theme involved swashbuckling pirates and stolen treasure. His characters were so real Ursula wondered how many hours he spent researching. She loved his descriptions of sword fights and sailing the high seas. Anything to do with vampires or pirates fascinated her.
The email conversations she had with him fed her need for intellectual conversation. He was witty, articulate, and always seemed to have time to chat with her about new story ideas, or address her concerns about stalkers from the forum. Most of the members were women, but every once in a while a man joined and started harassing some of the women via private messages. These men seemed to think erotic stories were an open invitation for some kinky fun in person.
She licked her lips at the sight of wavy brown hair that skimmed his shoulders. Piercing green eyes stared back at her, almost as if he were waiting for her to run her tongue over him rather than her lips. She’d love to oblige him. A guy that looked that damn sexy had to have a cock that matched. It was a law of physics.
Smiling at her lame joke, she touched the computer screen and stared into the eyes of her fantasy lover, pretending as she always did that he was right in front of her. She’d given up long ago trying to understand the deep throbbing desire for this man. She saw his face in her dreams. He was the inspiration for each of her vampire and pirate heroes. In her mind he had a deep rich voice with the power to reduce her to a mass of jelly by his mere words, and one look could seduce her.
Reynold watched, his molten expression peering out from her computer screen. How pathetic was she? An M.S. in Physics, and every night she wrote smut under the user name ScienceGirl for a website run by a mega-hottie who was probably married with several children. She doubted that was his real pic. She knew computer program developers. There were dozens of them running around the lab where she worked, and none of them looked like him.
Now that reality had come crashing down she was no longer in the mood to post in the forums, so she turned off the computer and headed for her bed.
****
Reynold Collins stood at the foot of Ursula’s bed, as he did several nights a week, and watched her sleep. He’d already started a thread on the site announcing her as the quarterly grand prize winner. That way she’d see it in the morning. The amethyst and turquoise pieces were nearly finished. With her dark hair and dark eyes, they’d look stunning on her.
The previous winners had all received jewelry so at least she wouldn’t think the gift was anything out of the ordinary. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to give her something special. Something unique.
He’d been fantasizing about this woman for a year now, and her latest story had made his blood boil. She’d written about making love to vampires before, but this one had been different. Dark and erotic, it had driven him to distraction. He wanted to make all her fantasies come true. To seduce and possess her.
For a brief moment he’d considered emailing her to say he wanted to give her the prize in person, but she was too smart to fall for something like that. She’d think he was a creeper and had been playing her all along.
He knew she’d believed in vampires before she joined the site because he’d worked the question into an email one day, after she posted one of her first stories. She had shared with him her profession as a medical physicist doing research on Renfield’s syndrome—clinical vampirism. She’d studied the theories and knew it was possible, but he couldn’t just blurt it out.
She’d been staring at his picture for close to a year, and watching her do so was torture. How he’d longed to make himself known to her, just to hold her and taste her warm lips. She was one of the most beautiful women he’d met in over four hundred years. Her intelligence excited him, and her stories fed his passion.
“This can’t go anywhere,” he whispered into the dark. Reynold fought against the crushing disappointment settling over him like a shroud. She tossed in her sleep and he wondered if his presence gave her bad dreams. It had happened with other women before. It was futile to fall in love with a human woman. Any vampire would tell him the same thing. It was fine to use their bodies for a while, but don’t get too emotionally attached to them. For all their fantasies of being one of the undead, in reality they didn’t want any part of crossing over. In the end he always lost them.
He moved silently around the bed and touched her hair, so softly he knew it wouldn’t wake her. The blood pounded in her veins. He could hear it, calling to him. Would she scream if he woke her, or welcome his presence? He’d read enough of her stories to know she fantasized about vampires and pirates. Well, he was both. Perhaps she’d believe him and accept him as he was? It was too much to hope for.
When she moaned softly and rolled over he disappeared before she awoke. He needed time to think about this. He didn’t want to frighten her.
****
The first thing Ursula did when she woke up Saturday morning was log onto the Night Games site. She put her hand over her mouth as a rush of happiness surged through her. Reynold had posted a thread announcing her as the grand prize winner, and judging from the number of posts on it, he’d been busy for hours fielding questions and tamping down false rumors before they could take root.
Ursula was reminded of a time in middle school when Bobby Torrington had asked her to a school dance. She felt that same rush of heady excitement now. She remembered looking for him in between classes, and spending hours with her friends devising not-so-subtle ways to accidentally run into him at the mall. The thrill of seeing him smile was the same delight that now coursed through her body when she read Reynold’s words defending and protecting her.
He’d also sent her an email. JohnBoy, one of the male members who harassed the women, had been at it again. Reynold had finally kicked him off the site. He also told her that her prize was finished and she’d receive it soon. She was curious to see what it was only because the members whose stories won every month had posted pictures of some exquisite jewelry. But what she really wanted to do was email him back and tell him she’d rather he deliver it in person.
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“Don’t be an idiot,” she chided. What if he was in a relationship? Then she’d look like a fool. And for all she knew he lived on the other side of the world. It’s not as if he’d just hop a plane to deliver a gift. “Reynold, I wish you could read my mind,” she said as she emailed him back, thanking him for the win and for kicking JohnBoy off the site.
Ursula stopped typing when she recalled her dream from last night. They were becoming more frequent and erotic now. Not that she was going to complain about dreams where Reynold was her mysterious lover, but this was more. The dreams were dark and provocative, and they left her wanting something she couldn’t put a name to. If not for her stories she’d have no outlet for the emotions they stirred. Did they mean something?
Yeah. They meant she had an overactive imagination, that’s what. Reynold Collins wasn’t a supernatural being, and he wasn’t interested in her. They both loved the same types of stories, nothing more. She’d belonged to the site for a year now and not once had he ever hinted their relationship go beyond a cyber one. Then again, she’d never told him she dreamed about him. Should she, or would he think she was a stalker?
She hesitated for ten minutes before finally typing an email that described the dreams in vague details, putting the spin on them as fodder for new story ideas. She made a joke, telling him she’d have to watch what she ate before going to bed from now on. At the last minute she threw in a line that said he’d even starred in a couple of them, then hit send before she could chicken out and delete it.
The die was cast. By tomorrow morning she’d either have an exciting new possibility to look forward to, or die of embarrassment.
****
Reynold read her email ten times before he allowed himself to believe it could be true that her erotic dreams were about him. He closed his eyes and pictured her sleeping form under blankets pulled up to her chin. Only her long dark hair was visible, and one fist wrapped around the edge of the comforter.