by Alex Wolf
Fisting my hand in her hair I push her head down and pull it back up, helping guide the pace. Knowing that I’m her first does something to me. A warmth blooms in my chest.
Her hand moves in time with her mouth as she gets a rhythm going. As good as she’s getting at giving head, I need in that pussy. I can’t take it any longer.
I slide my cock out of her mouth and roll her onto her back.
She writhes under me like she can’t take another second without me inside her. Cock in hand, I rub the head along the seam of her tight pussy, teasing her, coating myself with her arousal.
Claire
My body is on fire with raw desire. Max makes me crave wicked things. The way my body comes alive under his touch—the way he kisses me—it’s intense. I never knew a man could make me feel this way.
When he asked me if I wanted him to film this I knew without a doubt I did. I want to know that he’ll watch it and think of me because I want to do the same. If all I ever have of him is this one night, at least I’ll have something to remember it by.
There’s something about him that makes me comfortable.
I feel safe.
His lips claim mine and I’m lost in the moment again. The weight of his body presses down on me as he lines his thick cock up with my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth tasting and exploring. Before I know what happens, he fills me again, and I suck in a huge breath. There’s pain, but nothing but pleasure follows it. My pulse hammers in my ears as our bodies are joined once more. My whole body trembles beneath him. I’ve never felt so—alive.
My arms hook around his neck, clinging to him as he pins my knees up to my shoulders and fucks me with precision, hitting my sweet spot with every stroke. I’m falling apart at the seams—unhinged as my nails scratch down his back.
“Fuck, Claire. So tight.”
I love knowing that I drive him crazy.
That this man wants me as much as I want him.
Max pulls out to the tip then slides back in, driving into my body as the headboard bangs against the wall.
“Oh, fuck. Max.” My eyes roll back in my head as another orgasm cascades through my body.
He pumps into me three more times and I feel his cock kick deep inside me.
He pushes in as far as humanly possible and lets out the manliest grunt I’ve ever heard in my life. Hot jets of come shoot into my pussy as he shudders above me.
I put my palm on the side of his face as he spills into me. He’s so beautiful and everything about it feels just—perfect.
Collapsing next to me, he lays his head on my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His fingers move between my legs, gathering some of his come that spilled out. I shudder as my body greedily reacts to his touch, but I’m too tired to move.
Rubbing his fingers along my slit he slides them farther back until they’re pressed up against my ass.
His thumb teases at the sensitive skin, pressing deeper. “Soon I’ll be the first to take this too.”
My body tenses at the thought of him fitting his big cock in my ass, but I do enjoy the way his fingers and thumb feel.
Eventually, we both drift to sleep.
I wake the next morning alone in his bed. My body is so stiff I don’t think I can move.
I ache in the most delicious of ways but I’m ridiculously sore everywhere below the waist.
Slowly, I make my way from the bed to the bathroom and clean myself up.
My head pounds as I wash away the evidence of the night we shared. His smell is still on my skin and I breathe it in. It’s such a horrible idea the more I think of it. He’s my boss. My brother’s friend. But I don’t know how we can go back to the way things were after last night.
It was amazing.
After showering I help myself to one of his shirts. My panties are history and my pants are probably still on his balcony.
I start to go downstairs in search of Max when I overhear him talking to someone else in the room.
“Jesus, must’ve been a good night. You look like shit.” It sounds like Brodie, one of the other partners at the firm. I can’t be sure but I’m almost positive it’s him.
“You have no idea.” I can practically hear the smile in Max’s voice and I feel all giddy inside.
“Who is she?”
“No one you’d know. Random pussy.” He laughs and my heart sinks.
I can understand him keeping it a secret, but something about it hits me in the stomach like a sack of bricks.
“Anyway, I need you to go over this contract for a merger. I’d do it but I’m swamped with the baby and everything.”
“No problem. I’ll try to have it on your desk after lunch.”
“Appreciate it.”
I wait until I hear the door close. When I’m sure Max is alone I go in search of my pants so I can get the hell out of here. Asshole. How could I have been so dumb?
The sex was amazing, but him, not so much the morning after.
I rush past him as he starts up the stairs.
“Hey.”
“I need to go.” I don’t dare to even look at him because I don’t want to be tempted again. He’ll have some excuse. Lawyers can talk their way out of anything.
“Can I give you a ride home or something?” I can hear the confusion in his voice, but I shake my head and go out on the balcony trying like hell not to cry.
He follows me out.
I just have to hold it together for five minutes and I can be done with this.
Some first time.
Maxwell
Claire has frozen me out for three days.
Three days.
Nobody does that shit to me. I’ve been tempted to bend her over my desk and spank the attitude out of her a few times, but I’ve been too damn busy helping Brodie so we can secure the deal I’ve been working on. Not to mention Jaxson watches me like a damn hawk at the office. I don’t do childish games.
I thought she was different. But if she expects me to play along, she has analyzed the situation incorrectly. The only games I play involve roles and I don’t see her wearing a nurse’s outfit in my bedroom.
One way or another I’ll get the truth, even if I have to fuck it out of her.
I’m not a patient man.
I know what I want.
I know what she needs.
But not now. Work is time for business, not bullshit.
I return to the office after a court date when I spot a vase of red roses on her desk. It’s the third time she’s gotten flowers this week.
Being a nosy bastard, I pluck the card from the arrangement.
Claire,
You will never know how sorry I am. I won’t stop trying to win you back.
All my love,
Brian
My hands ball into fists and I think about hurling that shitty-ass cheap vase through the window. Instead, I return the card to where it was.
I stomp to my office and loosen my tie.
I don’t like feeling jealous. I don’t do jealous. Claire isn’t mine, but she will be. I know it, and deep down, she does too. Brian can eat shit and die. He’ll probably do both the next time I see him, and I’ll be sure to let him know I did fuck her first. I’ll always be her first and he’ll never touch her again.
I send a text.
Maxwell: Where are you?
Claire: On way back from lunch. Is there something you need?
Oh, there is plenty I need. Her over my knee.
Maxwell: I need you in my office five minutes ago.
Claire: Getting off the elevator now, sir.
The sir at the end has my cock warring with my zipper.
I wait not-so-patiently for her.
The elevator dings and the door opens.
I nearly lose my shit.
I’ll be goddamned if Brian isn’t standing next to her. She brought that piece of shit into my office. I swear to God it’s like this woman wants me to hulk out on the world.
I march out of my office daring him
to step off the elevator. My eyes drill lasers into his fucking skull. I don’t care if it makes a scene. He isn’t welcome here. Even if it means outing Claire’s secret and telling Jaxson what he did.
When Brian sees me he doesn’t even step off the elevator. Just sinks back into it like a good little bitch, with his finger hammering the button to get him out of there.
Claire looks at me and her face pales.
“My office. Now!”
She jumps when my words echo off the walls. “Yes, sir.” She gives me a mock salute.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been angrier in my life than I am at this moment. So many thoughts run through my head. This is why I didn’t want to hire her. This shit right here.
I close the blinds and lock the door once I have Claire alone in my office.
“What are you doing?” She glares at me as I pace around the room, making sure nobody else can see or hear what’s happening.
“What were you doing with him?”
Folding her arms over her chest she pushes her cleavage up. “He wanted to talk.”
“Jesus, I thought you had a fucking brain. Don’t go near him again.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. You’re my boss at work. You have no say over my personal life.”
My jaw ticks as I undo my tie.
I stalk over toward her. Is this what she wanted? Attention? She’s got it. I lean down in her ear. “I’m your boss all the time.”
I take her wrists into one of my hands.
“What are you doing?” She struggles against me as I lead her to my desk.
“You want to act out to get my attention? You got it, Claire.” I bind her hands with my tie behind her back and bend her over the desk.
“Max.” I hear humor in her tone. She loves every second of this, even if she pretends not to. She wants to fight, but she won’t. Claire can deny it, but I know what she needs. What she craves.
Pushing her skirt up over her hips, I stand back to admire her sweet ass.
God, I can’t wait to fuck that too. I’m going to own every inch of her body.
“You’re mine, Claire. Stop trying to deny it.”
“I’m not anyone’s.”
“Why were you with Brian?”
“I told you, he wanted to talk.”
I massage her right butt cheek.
“Don’t lie to me. I’ll always know when you’re lying.”
Crack!
She jolts when my hand makes contact with her ass cheek. I rub the pink outline of my handprint and she wiggles under my fingers.
Spreading her legs farther apart, I graze my hand over her panties feeling how turned on she is. Just as I knew she would be.
“This sweet pussy tells me the truth about everything. It’s much more reliable than the words that come out of your mouth.” I tease her slick cunt and her legs start to quake.
“Max, we shouldn’t. Not at work.” She pants the words as I slip one finger in.
“Shouldn’t but we are. You should’ve thought about that before you brought that bitch to my office. Now you have to be punished.” I thrust a second finger in.
“Now, I want to know what this bullshit attitude is. You’ve been this way ever since I fucked this pussy the other night.”
“I…”
I twist my finger upward and she moans.
“You what?”
“I heard you.” She can barely get the words out because she’s about to come all over my fingers.
I keep the same pace, pumping her tight cunt. Her hips start to buck against me, like she can’t get enough.
“That’s it, ride my hand and tell me what you heard.” She squeezes against my fingers and her body shudders as her orgasm begins and I pull my fingers out, denying her.
I yank her up by her bound hands I rub my cock against her ass. “You’ll get off on my cock if I decide to let you, but first I want to know what happened.”
“You said I was no one special.”
“Oh, so you heard me talking to Brodie.” I bring my hand around to her front and push my palm up her shirt to tweak her nipple. “You should’ve known better. It was to protect what we have here.”
A gasp leaves her lips as I bend her forward again and undo my zipper.
Before I enter her, I bring my laptop out of sleep mode and hit play as I angle the screen so she can watch. It’s our video. I’ve been watching it non-stop since we made it.
Easing her panties down her thighs, I rub the head of my cock along her entrance.
“See how good we look together?” I slide inside her and the feeling nearly takes me to my knees. Her heat wraps around me and nothing else matters but driving my cock in and out of her.
Claire
Jesus, you see what you do to me?” Max whispers in my ear as he presses me down on his desk fucking me so hard I may be seeing stars. “This pussy belongs to me.”
He pulls out and rubs his cock over my ass. I can feel him spelling out his name as he comes all over me.
“You’re mine.” This time he growls it in my ear. “Tonight, I’m going to introduce you to my life.” He pulls my panties back up and my skirt back down over his come that spells his name on my ass.
I don’t know why it’s so hot, but I already want him again. Going to see Brian was maybe the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I feel so stupid for doing it, but something about Max—I wanted to hurt him as much as his words hurt me. It was ridiculous. I’m not that girl—ever.
His lips brush over my temple and he unbinds my wrists.
“Now go get me a coffee.” He smirks as I try to regain some composure.
My face is flushed as I smooth my hair and catch my breath.
Brian apologized for last week. I told him I forgave him. Not for him but for me. I’m not sure whether I believe that or not, but I need the freedom to close that chapter of my life and possibly move forward with Maxwell, as crazy as that sounds.
The man makes me insane. He’s dominating—powerful, and the way he makes my body feel is out of this world.
Being with him has made me see how much of my life I was wasting chasing meaningless relationships. Dating him was like practice. Like he was a starter boyfriend. Not that I think of Max as my boyfriend, but I enjoy what we’re doing right now.
I understand why he said what he did to Brodie, but it stung hearing it even if he didn’t mean the words. There were a million things he could’ve said instead of that.
I finish pouring his coffee and as I walk back through the office I can feel eyes on me. Do they all know what we were doing?
His touch is still fresh on my skin. I can smell his cologne on me. His come is drying against my ass right now. I smell just like him.
“Your coffee, sir.”
I bend down sure to show him my cleavage as I place the mug on his desk. I’ll never look at his office or ties the same again.
“I’ve had your dress for tonight delivered to my apartment. We’ll get ready at my place.”
I’d forgotten all about the event he wants me to attend.
“What about my brother? If he sees me at your place…”
He waves me off. “He’s too busy with Jenna to notice what we’re up to. I told him my date canceled and you’re filling in. You know the deal better than any date I could bring anyway.” He grins and takes a drink of his coffee. His lips twitch as though he has something to say but doesn’t.
“I need to get my makeup and stuff, so I’ll still need to go by my place.”
His jaw tightens. “Already handled. I have a stylist coming over. You’ll be pampered.”
I know he’s doing this so I won’t be near Brian. I’m really starting to adore this cocky asshole.
We leave the office in separate cars. I don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to us. I feel guilty keeping this from my brother, but it could be disastrous.
My brother has been my rock and always been there for me. I don’t want to hurt him or disappoint
him. Right now, Max and I are fucking. Having fun. My brother doesn’t need to know about my sex life. If it doesn’t work out, then there won’t be hard feelings between them over me. If things get serious, I’ll tell him.
True to his word Max has not only a stylist but a makeup artist and hairdresser at his apartment to do me up for tonight.
I’m so nervous. The only events I’ve been to are office Christmas parties to support Jax. This is different.
Once the fashion team is done with me I’m afraid to move. Afraid I’ll somehow ruin the look. I don’t even recognize my reflection. Dark red lipstick stains my lips and the dress matches. It has a sweetheart neckline and falls a few inches under my ass cheeks. I don’t know how I’ll sit down without giving everyone a show. I hope I’m not expected to dance.
Max steps up behind me looking so damn hot in his tux. His blond hair is combed back from his face and he just shaved. God, he smells amazing too. He looks like he stepped out of a GQ magazine cover. Or off the set of People’s sexiest man alive.
“I have something for you. Two things actually.” He places a necklace around my throat. It’s diamond and platinum and looks like it costs more than I’d earn in two years.
“Max…it’s too much.”
He leans in next to my ear. “Beautiful necklace for a beautiful woman.” His lips brush along my skin as he fastens the clasp. There’s a small heart pendant in the center and I must admit it really is stunning. It’s more of a choker than a necklace.
I smile at him through the mirror. “What’s this other thing?”
“Lean forward. Palms on the sink.”
“Max!” I gasp when his cold hands run up the backs of my thighs. He lifts the bottom of my dress over my now-exposed butt cheeks.
“No panties.”
I feel his breath on my neck as he growls the words. “Can’t have the lines.”
He reaches around me and takes something from a drawer. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I breath out the word and keep my eyes on him, but he disappears in the mirror when he lowers himself behind me.
His lips kiss my right ass cheek then he bites down on it. “God, I love your perfect ass.”
