Unexpected Turn

by CY Jones

  “Oh no. Not you too.”

  “What?” I ask.

  “Not eating. I don’t know what’s going on with Nichole, but you normally eat like a horse. More than once, I thought you were already pregnant.”

  “Hey, that’s not nice. I like to eat, and before, food was hard to come by, okay,” I say defensively.

  “I’m not saying anything is wrong with it, I’m just telling you I noticed,” he sighs.

  “How? At the office, I tend to eat at my desk and I eat dinner alone in the hotel.” Unless I’m out with Robert, which I won’t be telling him anytime soon.

  “And snack, and midnight snack. You forget, I’m footing the bill at the hotel, so I know everything you order from room service.”

  My eyes widen. Well hell, is he trying to say I’m a pig? Am I spending too much?

  “Don’t give me that look. I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “If I’m ordering too much, I’m happy to...”

  “No,” he says, interrupting me. “It’s fine. Hell, I’m surprised your stay isn’t costing me more. You haven’t nearly taken advantage of the amenities there like others would have. Although, I don’t mind you making more appointments with the spa to get that sweet pussy of yours waxed.” He says this in a low voice but I still blush looking around to make sure there isn’t a spy in our mists.

  “Are you embarrassed?” he asks, giving me a wicked grin.

  “No, you fool. What if someone hears you? It’s bad enough Nosey Nancy knows what’s up.”

  “Nancy is harmless, nothing but a ladder climbing shrew. After today, she’ll sulk at her desk until her part in your warm welcome blows over then she’ll be back to looking for ways to get off the lower floor. No one will believe anything she has to say.”

  “What if they do? It’s not like I have a baby bump to prove otherwise. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, and at this rate, I’ll be like forty and past the fertile stage before I get pregnant.” I didn’t want it to seem like I was complaining, but I guess I was. Nichole has done so much for me and I haven’t been able to come through on my part and give her what she asked for.

  “You’re right. This shit is just hard for me, okay? Give me a little more time.”

  “Wait, hold the phone. Did you just say I’m right?” I ask, dumbfounded.

  “Yes, and I hope you heard me because you’ll never hear me say it again.”

  “Is that a challenge?” I ask with a wide smile.

  “Yes, definitely.”

  “Well I accept, Gray.”

  We finish our meal and he takes me back to the office where we go our separate ways. Him to his lush office and me behind my desk. The rest of the day was a madhouse and I didn’t get a chance to ponder about McHottie. Before I knew it, it was time to pack up and leave. I didn’t have a workout session planned tonight and I was actually looking forward to a deep soak in the tub and Netflix. Maybe I’ll even order some of the hotel’s famous caramel popcorn with my dinner. I deserved to pamper myself.

  After making sure none of the partners need anything before I leave, I pack up and exit the building, following the heavy traffic home and start my plans for the night. Oh the simple life, what more can a girl ask for? Oh yeah, a fucking baby.

  Grayson

  The evening has gone by smoothly. Once again, Nichole has pulled off another successful event. At the silent auction, she raised tons of money for the latest charity the country club was advocating for, but even with everything going so right, I can tell something is going on with her. My wife is a great actress. She smiles when she’s supposed to and says all the right things, but she can’t fool me. I know her too well.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her close on the dance floor. A slow song is playing and this is the perfect time to confront her.

  “Nothing, silly. Why would you ask?”

  “Nichole,” I growl.

  “Seriously, Grayson,” she huffs. “Stop being such a stuffed shirt. Everything is right with the world. Stop looking for trouble.”

  “You may be able to fool everyone here but I can tell there’s something going on with you. How’s your health? I’ve noticed you haven’t been eating and have been tired a lot lately.”

  “My health is fine,” she bites out with a little more menace behind her words than I’m used to, which tells me I’m on the right track.

  “It is your health. Have you been taking on more than you should? Maybe you should let some of the other chair women help you more,” I suggest.

  “Grayson, the only thing that’s wrong with me is Jade’s lack of progress. If I’m tired, then it’s from stress involving that. Maybe we should seek out someone else.”

  “No,” I say a little too loudly and the couple dancing beside us spare us a quick glance. “I’m not being with anyone else. If it’s her lack of progress you’re worried about, then be mad at me. I haven’t exactly been going to her.”

  “Why not, Grayson? We had a deal!”

  “You know why. You act like you’re asking me to clean the bathroom, not stick my dick in someone else and get them pregnant.”

  “Exactly how many times have you been with her?” she asks, giving me that look I hate. The one where I know I’m in deep shit.

  “Two,” I answer truthfully.

  “Grayson, really? Two fucking times? You can’t be serious.” She’s getting worked up and people are starting to notice, so I pull her away from the dance floor and into a private alcove.

  “I am serious. You know how I feel about all of this. This shit hasn’t been easy on me. The first time, I got sick afterwards thinking about what I did and threw up in her bathroom. The second time, I couldn’t shake the guilt that I somehow cheated on you.”

  “Grayson,” she sighs. “You’re not cheating on me. I wish you could see this the way I do. She has something I need. A fertile womb to give me a special gift I cannot give myself. You are helping her give me that gift. A part of you I want so very much. I think of this as a job. A job that will eventually yield results. Please, give me those results and stop sabotaging the process. Jade isn’t a person but a means to an end.”

  “How can you think about her so coldly? Isn’t she your friend?”

  “Friend, foe, she’s still the answer to my problem. You should go to her now. I can get a driver to take me home. Don’t waste anymore time. Get this over with so I don’t have to stress that it’ll never happen.”

  With that she walks away and I stand, shocked over her words, wondering when Nichole got so cold. The thing that attracted her to me in college was how warm she is. No one could ever say a bad thing about her, but maybe this is the only way she can deal with what she’s doing to get what she wants. I wish I could borrow her theory, but I see Jade as more than an object or a means to an end in her words. It’s true, I stay away from her because of how I feel about Nichole, but it’s also true I stay away because of how close I’m getting to Jade each time I fuck her. The second time, all I thought about was how her soft body felt in my hands. The excitement over fucking her in my office. I was growing feelings for Jade. Feelings I have no right to have.

  Nichole didn’t give me much of a choice, so I say my goodbyes, using work as an excuse and then leave to go to Jade’s room. Maybe I should call her and give her a heads up, but I like surprising her. Each time I fucked her, she’s pissed me off. This is the first time I’m coming to her just to fulfill my part. I don’t have anger to drive my actions and I’m wondering if I’ll be able to do it. That’s why I don’t call to warn her, because if I do and she gets herself ready for me, I might not go through with it.

  Once outside her door, I slide the extra key I got at the front desk and step inside. The room is dark, illuminated by only the light of the television. Walking further inside, I find her sprawled out on the couch with a throw thrown haphazardly over her. Next to her is a tub of popcorn with some littering the floor and the sight makes me smile. Jade loves food. I’m surprised she�
�s so small with how much she eats. Maybe all the food goes to her tits because those huge gorgeous globes are a work of art.

  Gathering her up in my arms, I carry her to the bedroom and lay her down gently. The silk nighty she’s wearing rides up and my dick jumps when I see she doesn’t have any underwear on or a bra. Her nipples are highlighted through the thin material, calling my name. Groaning, I strip and lay beside her. I don’t know if she went to the gym after work but clearly she’s tired and I don’t want to wake her. In the morning I’ll fulfill Nichole’s request but right now, I’ll let her sleep.

  Jade

  I wake feeling warmer than usual. Did I turn the heat up last night? Oh God, I hope I’m not getting sick. I’m one of those people who doesn’t deal with sickness well. I give PMSing girls a run for their money. Opening my eyes fully, I kick the covers off my body when I back into something very hard. I still, turn my head behind me and just make out a sleeping Grayson. His arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, his body the source of the heat and the club in between his legs was definitely happy to see me. What the fuck? When did he get here and why is he sleeping in my bed? Did we fuck? No, I don’t think so. Everytime Grayson’s been inside me, I always feel him days afterwards until my pussy rearranges itself back to normal working order after the raging party his dick throws.

  Turning slowly, so that I don’t wake him, I look at his pretty face. His eyelashes are thick and they are quite the contrast against his pale skin. Skin I’m jealous of for being so pale and smooth. I always felt I stuck out like a sore thumb living here in New York with my tan skin. It’s like a neon sign that glows ‘Hey, I’m a tourist,’ ‘I don’t belong here’. His lips are full and his bone structure, fuck, plastic surgeons would pay a fortune to study him. Too bad he’s such a dick. I wonder what Nichole sees in him. She’s so nice and he’s so blah.

  I’m so lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice him move until I feel his lips against my neck and I look down, shocked to see he’s awake. I moan when he kisses a trail down my neck and bites down hard on the sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck meet. His hand moves around me and cups my breast, pinching and playing with my nipple. I want him. Want his cock inside me, so I back up into him, already wet and willing. Taking advantage, he pushes inside me and I groan in absolute pleasure as his large cock drills its way deep inside me. His thrusts are slow and I ache for him to move faster, but he holds me steady, fully in charge. Pulling up on his body, he angles his hips, making his thrusts long and deep. I need angry Grayson. The way he’s fucking me now is so much deeper on a personal level, elicting all types of feelings I should not have. Fighting hard, I back myself against him, trying to fuck his dick, but he has none of that and his grip on me tightens, forcing me to his will. His moans are so damn sexy as well as the way he molds around me.

  With a growl, he flips us, turning me without pulling out so that I was on top, riding him. Both hands move to cup my tits and I close my eyes, moving to my own erotic rhythm as I ride him. In this position, I feel powerful and I gyrate against his body, swirling my hips like a professional porn star. He’s so fucking deep, always seeming to know how to hit me just right, like his body was made to pleasure mine and I cum in no time, creaming all over him.

  Moving forward, he pushes inside deeper and takes my tit in his mouth, sucking on it like a newborn babe. My juices coat him even more and I cry out his name as he moves in his own erotic dance that only he knows the tune to. My hands grip his thick, lush hair, and it’s like the movement awakens the beast. He grips my hips firmly and starts ramming into me. The pupils in his eyes grow larger, the black taking over the gray as he watches my tits jump. His cock, long and hard, is playing target practice with my g-spot. Tears stream down my cheeks with how good he feels, each stroke stealing emotions I wish to keep secret. I arch my back, cumming again, just as hard as the first time. After a couple more strokes, he roars his release, filling me with his seed. I collapse on top of him and he holds me close, rubbing my back until I close my eyes and fall back to sleep.

  The next time I wake is because he’s in between my legs, feasting on me like his own personal breakfast. When I cum, he licks me clean before moving up my body and fucking me into oblivion until I can’t even remember my own name. Right, left, up, down, it’s all the same to me right now. All I know is him and the pleasure he gives me. Again, I pass out with his seed marinating deep inside me and a huge smile on my face.

  I can honestly say I have no complaints over the last couple of months. The job was going well and I was really hitting my stride here at the law firm. I was also learning a lot. Mr. Garfield, having felt bad about the way I was treated by Nancy when I first got here, has taken me under his wing, teaching me the ins and outs of the legal world. It means I have to spend more time around Tyson, but he’s been very professional, keeping his flirting to a minimum. I’m sure once he talks to Grayson that will all go out the window and I’ll be fair game, but for now, it was nice. I wonder what’s taking him so long to ask. The only conclusion I come up with is that he’s plotting really hard, and when he does finally ask, we will all feel the impact. Tyson is the sort of man who always gets what he wants, but besides worrying about that, everyone here, with the exception of Nancy, has been really nice to me, making me feel like part of the family.

  Grayson has also been nicer. After that slow fuck a couple of months ago when he slept over, he has really been putting in more of an effort. When I asked what changed, he just mumbled something about not wanting his wife stressed. He hasn’t stayed overnight anymore, but I do see him twice a week, usually on the days I don’t go to the gym. Robert has been great too. We’ve grown comfortable around each other, developing a strong friendship. Well a friendship where he gives me ‘fuck me’ eyes. Although, his attention has made me public enemy number one with the gym bunnies. No matter how they fawn over him, he only sees me. I wish it were the same with me, but Grayson plays the leading character in my thoughts more than I like.

  “Jade, can you bring me the Newsome file?” Grayson asks over the phone intercom.

  “Sure,” I reply before gathering the file. Him and Lewis, one of the other partners, have been working on a high profile case, which has had them both spending a lot of late nights here in the office. Sometimes I’m asked to stay, where I fetch them dinner and coffee. I don’t mind since I get paid overtime.

  When I walk into his office, he’s sitting at his desk running his hand through his dark locks. He looks stressed and so unlike the McHottie I know.

  “Bad day?” I ask, setting the file down on the desk.

  “More like bad week. This case is kicking my ass,” he replies as he reaches for the file.

  I turn to walk out, but when I get to the door, I change my mind. Call me mental, but I don’t stop myself when I flip the lock to his door and walk back towards him. With each step I take, I undo a button to my blouse, dropping it to the floor. When he looks up, his mouth opens in an ‘O’, whatever he’s about to say lost. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra and that too joins the blouse on the floor. Now I’m standing in front of his desk, completely bare on top.

  “Jade, what are you doing?” he questions once he finds his voice.

  “You look stressed. I’m offering you a stress reliever.” Boldly, I walk over to him and turn his chair so I can kneel in front of him. With nimble fingers, I unbutton his slacks and pull his zipper down.

  “Jade,” he warns.

  “What? I’ve seen the way you look at my tits. Tell me you haven’t dreamed about fucking them,” I say in a seductive voice and he curses. If he wants to stop this he can, but when I hook his slacks with my fingers and drag them, along with his briefs, down far enough to free his cock he helps me.

  Already a drop of precum is beaded on his tip and I rub my thumb on it, swirling it into his skin. He hisses and I take that as permission and open my mouth wide, swallowing his dick whole. He’s so fucking big and he grows bigger in my mouth as I slo
b all over him, giving him nice, messy head. His moans are alluring and they propel me forward. Sitting back, I move his slippery dick to the valley of my tits and use my hands to press them around him. He moves without being told, working his own rhythm as I hold steady.

  “Fuck, raven, look at the way my dick disappears in your tits. When I pop through, take the head of my dick in your mouth,” he orders and I do as I’m told. My skin was heated and I was slick in between my thighs. Slick for him and the sexy scene before me.

  His movements grow more intense and I move to help him, pressing my breasts up and down his length in a quick rhythm. Rubbing my thighs together, I grind on my knees, causing friction in an effort to relieve my own ache. I watch him get impossibly thicker as I lick and suck his mushroom head, sucking his precum like a straw. Soon he explodes, pressing my head down hard on his dick, so deep he fills my throat and I start to choke on him and his seed.

  “Be a good girl and swallow it all,” he commands and with his words alone and the way he delivers them, I cum, finding my own release.

  When I have his dick good and clean, I lick my lips, feeling powerful as he watches my tongue glide across my lips. Standing, I act like I didn’t just perform a sexual favor right in his office. I pick up my bra and put it on, button back up my blouse and leave with a smirk on my face. I may have been naughty, but I’m sure McHottie isn’t stressed anymore.

  10

  Jade