American Asshole

by Tara Sue Me

  “Fuck me.” She grasped my shirt. “And get this off.”

  “You take it off.”

  She sat up and with a fierce determination began to unbutton my shirt. She did fairly well until about the fourth button. She mumbled something before finally taking the fabric in her hands. With a grunt and a hard pull, she ripped the rest of the buttons off. It might have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen and though I thought it damn near impossible, I grew harder.

  “You just ruined my shirt,” I said in mock outrage, tugging it off.

  She shrugged. “Then you should have taken it off the first time I asked you.”

  I couldn’t argue with that so I gave her a kiss instead. She parted her lips and I moved my tongue inside in a slow and sensual way that mimicked how I planned to take her. At first. My fingers brushed down her arms, across her belly, and went even lower, stroking between her legs to ensure she was still wet. She was. I moaned into her mouth, pleased with the knowledge of how I turned her on.

  I slid my fingers out and she gave a tiny cry in protest. “I’m going to fill you up with something better,” I promised. “Just let me get the condom on.” I had a few waiting on the nightstand. I grabbed one and rolled it up my dick, all the while she watched me. The hunger in her eyes turned me on. “How should I give it to you the first time?” I asked, giving myself a hard stroke because her eyes grew wide each time I did. “Do you want me to fuck you hard or would you prefer slow?” I wasn’t sure I could be slow, but if that was what she wanted, I’d give it a try.

  She rose to her knees and pulled me to her. Her eyes were dark with lust and her voice husky. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can with that massive cock of yours. I want it hard. I want it rough. And I want it dirty as hell.”

  Fuck, I loved this woman. “Then I’ve got you covered.” I dipped my fingers inside her one more time.

  Her grip on my arms tightened. “Honest to hell, Tenor, I promise you won’t break me with your dick.”

  Since she seemed to be so flippant about the whole thing, I pushed her down on the bed and came up over her. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me so I can get my cock as deep as possible inside you.” I felt her shift under me. “That’s right. Just like that.”

  I lined myself up with her and watched her expression as I slowly entered her. Or at least, that had been my plan. In reality, she felt so good, my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

  “Fuck, Mia,” I groaned out her name, pulled out a little and thrust into her again.

  “Again.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips in invitation. “Harder.”

  I loved a vocal woman in bed. One who had no trouble telling me what turned her on the most and what she liked. Self-knowledge and self-confidence were sexy and hot. From the way I saw it, Mia had both. In spades.

  I angled my hips to give her what she wanted and the resulting half gasp/half moan assured me I had. I took her hand and placed it on her clit. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

  Again, she showed no hesitation or shyness, but took my hand and together we stroked her where and how she enjoyed it the most. I knew she was getting close by the soft pants she made as I moved in and out of her and the way she trembled though her muscles were taunt with the strain to remain still.

  “Let me see you come, Mia.” I kept one hand on her clit, not giving her any way to hold back the release I knew was fast approaching.

  With a strangled cry that might have been my name, she came and I was done for. “Mia,” I managed to whisper. “You are stunning when you come.” I feared she might think I said that to every woman I fucked, but the truth was, I’d never said it before.

  She smiled and looked blissful and sated. Or at least she did until I rocked my hips and then she let out a groan as I moved in and out of her a few times. “You haven’t come yet,” she said, like she was telling me something I didn’t know.

  “Ladies first.” I wasn’t holding still, but I had slowed my pace down. Mia’s eyelids fluttered as I pressed deep inside her. “I want you to come again for me.”

  She giggled. “If you insist.”

  “I do.” I slid out of her and stroked myself. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind. You’ll be even tighter.”

  Her eyes grew hazy with lust and she hurried to get in position. I kept one hand on my cock and stroked her backside with the other. “You have a gorgeous ass.” She giggled again and added an ass wiggle as well. I thoroughly enjoyed how playful she was in the bedroom. Joining in, I let out a chuckle while giving her backside a satisfying snack.

  That only made her giggle more, but the giggles died when I placed my cock back at her entrance.

  “Tenor,” she moaned.

  “You going to come for me again?”

  She nodded and I slid partially inside her, both of us enjoying the slow way I filled her. “You feel so fucking good, Mia.”

  And she did. Better than I'd imagined she would be. Better than I'd ever experienced. And better than anything I knew I’d ever experience again.

  Normally, withholding my own release wasn't an issue. I'd never had any problems ensuring my partners experienced many orgasms. I'd always been confident in my abilities as a lover. Never had I second guessed decisions, wondering if she would like what I had planned or if I was pleasing her, but I couldn’t get that voice inside my head to stop questioning if she was enjoying herself.

  Each time I touched her I fell deeper and deeper into her spell. Every thrust into her body was a way to bring me closer to her, a useless attempt to try and bind myself with her. I could make all the jokes in the world and say I was just horny or Mia was hot. But the truth hit me as I took her from behind.

  I wanted more than the pleasure of her body. I wanted to breathe her in until she became a part of my very soul. And for one of the few times in my life, I was scared to let someone in that deep.

  I clung to her as my release swept over me.

  14

  Mia

  * * *

  It was almost as if I’d been transported to an alternate universe. I still couldn’t believe it. I was in Tenor Butler’s bed. Tenor. Butler. Not only that, but we’d just had what had to be the absolute best sex in the entire world. Or at least the best I’d ever had. I shivered remembering how rough his voice was as he moved inside me. How he’d grabbed and held onto me when he came.

  His arms tightened around me. “Are you cold?”

  I turned in his embrace, relishing the feel of our bodies being wrapped together the way they were and hummed. “Not it the slightest. I was remembering.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Good things?”

  “Oh, yes.” I didn’t add anything else, because, honestly, he seemed a little distracted. I didn’t feel comfortable trying to dig deeper, though. It wasn’t like we were best friends or anything.

  I didn’t actually know what we were. Other than a couple who had probably gone further than they should have. Fuck. What had we done?

  Though I really didn’t want to think about the ramifications of what we’d just done, there didn’t seem to be a way around it. It was pretty hard to ignore, given that we were both naked and in his bed.

  Suddenly, the blissful damn, that was good feeling I had was replaced with an uncomfortable, damn, that was a bad idea. But like my mom had often told me, “You can’t pour the milk back into the carton after it spills.” It wasn’t that I’d never understood what she meant when she said it, but I didn’t understand exactly how impossible it was to pour the spilled milk back into the carton until that very second.

  In reality, I felt a little sick to my stomach. I was now that girl. The one who slept with the boss. The one everyone whispered about behind her back. Would the entire office pick up on the fact that we’d slept together? Tenor had said he’d never done anything like this before, but should I simply take his word on that? Would he really admit it if it was something he
did all the time? Doubtful.

  I didn’t realize I was restlessly moving until Tenor asked, “Are you okay? Do you need to use the bathroom?”

  I didn’t, but that gave me the excuse I needed to leave his bed. “Yes, sorry. I’ll just be a minute.”

  He let go of me and I hurried across the floor to the bathroom. Once inside, I turned the light on, squinting at its brightness. After a few seconds, I slowly opened my eyes, only to wish I hadn’t as soon as I did. Surely to goodness that wasn’t me in the mirror. That wide-eyed woman with the just-kissed, swollen lips and the I’ve been thoroughly fucked hair? And, holy hell, was that a hickey on the side of my neck? I leaned over the sink and peered closer.

  Damn it all. It was.

  I tilted my head and twisted it this way and that. Hopefully, I’d be able to cover it with my hair and makeup. I touched it, not quite believing I had a hickey. Hell, I never had one in high school. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back to Boston tomorrow. I was damn sure I didn’t want to go into the office.

  But our flight left pretty early in the morning, if I remembered correctly, and it would look very strange if Tenor showed up at the office, which I was sure he would, and I didn’t. There was no helping it, I had to go into the office tomorrow.

  But the early flight did give me a reason not to crawl back into bed for round two with Tenor even though the mere thought of him had my traitorous body begging for more. I was a big girl; I had self-control. I could walk out of the bathroom, tell him goodnight and that I’d see him in the morning. Then I’d walk out the door and not look back.

  I stood up and squared my shoulders. With a nod at myself in the mirror, I turned out the light and opened the door, fully prepared to be on my way.

  Tenor stood at the foot of the bed, naked with his cock erect and ready. In his hands he held two glasses of wine. “Nightcap?”

  I smiled and took one, crawling right back into bed with him.

  Come to find out, I’m a bit lacking in the self-control department.

  15

  Tenor

  * * *

  We almost missed our flight.

  Somehow between the second glass of wine and our third round of sex, we fell asleep without setting an alarm or requesting a wakeup call. It was only because Sara received an alert that I had not checked in for the flight and called to make sure we were okay that we woke up at all.

  While I answered the phone and assured her that yes, we were fine and that no, we’d make it to the airport on time, Mia was flying around throwing things haphazardly into suitcases. This was not how I’d planned for the morning to go. Not at all. I looked at her in longing, wishing for ten more minutes in bed, while at the same time, vividly remembering everything we’d done the night before.

  “Why are you standing there? Get dressed,” Mia shrieked at me. “The cab will be downstairs in five minutes and if we have any hope at all of making our flight, we have to leave as soon as it gets here, which means we should be already be waiting downstairs.”

  “Breathe, Mia.” I grabbed a pair of jeans, knowing I’d have to stop at home to take a shower before heading into the office. Besides, it’d be better for both of us if we didn’t arrive together. “We’ll make our flight.”

  She glared at me and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but instead she threw her hair over her shoulder and stomped out. In the second before she turned, I caught a hint of color on her neck and groaned. Fuck. I’d given her a hickey.

  I didn’t want to make her any more upset than she already looked, so I threw on a tee shirt and hurriedly gathered everything else, making it into the hallway at the same time she did. We didn’t speak, but thankfully we were alone on the elevator.

  “I’m sorry about the…” I pointed to her neck. “I don’t even remember doing that.”

  She stared straight ahead. “I’ll find some way to ensure it stays hidden. Makeup. Hair. Something. I doubt I can get away with a scarf or turtleneck in this weather. I’ll have to find something, or else I might as well pin a great red ‘A’ on my shirt and introduce myself as that girl who fucked the boss.”

  She sounded angry and I didn’t know how to reply. It made me feel useless.

  It was a feeling that didn’t get any better even after we had got to the airport, or after we finally boarded our flight. I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn’t going to apologize for the night before, because I wasn’t sorry at all. Nor would I trivialize it, tell her that it was nothing. Nothing could have been further from the truth. On the other hand, I didn’t want to make it sound like it was some beginning to a long-term romance or anything like that. In the end, I didn’t do anything other than let her stew in her own emotions.

  We parted ways at the airport. Before I left to get my car, I told her I would be in the office in a few hours. I didn’t want to dictate when she should get in, but I wanted her to know she didn’t have to check in right away.

  However, if I thought the flight home was uncomfortable, as soon as I pulled into my driveway I knew the day wasn’t going to get any better. Piers was waiting in his car for me.

  I ignored him as I parked and made my way inside. Of course, he was right behind me. He didn’t take long before getting to the point of his visit.

  “Are you an idiot?” he asked.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I placed my suitcase on the bar in the kitchen, planning to take it upstairs after he left.

  “Don't play stupid with me. I’ve known you too long and I can see right through you.”

  “Good,” I said. “Do you see me giving you the bird, because I am.”

  “Damn it, Tenor. Act like an adult instead of a five-year-old.”

  If he only knew what very adult things I had been doing. “What brings you to my house today?” I asked him. “I’ve just returned from Atlanta where I was on a business trip and I’m a bit tired, but have to go by the office for a few hours, so if we could speed this along, I’d appreciate it.”

  “Did Mia accompany you to Atlanta?”

  I stared at him and tried to figure out exactly what he was doing in my house. Not only that, but how he knew that I was on a business trip with Mia and that we had just returned. It wasn’t like him to stop by unannounced like this. There was something more going on than what I could see. The fact that Piers was involved only made it that much more ominous.

  “Yes," I answered his question, looking for any hint to decipher what was really going on. “She did. Although, I don’t understand what concern of yours it is. So before I answer more of your questions, you’re going to answer one of mine. Why are you here?”

  He placed his hands on top of the kitchen island and leaned forward. His face was flush and a vein in his neck pounded. I’d rarely seen him in such a state. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

  “I’m not answering you. I don’t see how it’s any of your concern anyway.”

  “Oh, you don’t, do you? I told you that if you were going to fuck her you should damn well do it before she became your employee.” He pushed away from the island. “Damn it, Tenor, you never listen, do you? Is it even possible for you to make a decision without involving your dick? I certainly hope her pussy was worth it.”

  I took a deep breath and somehow managed not to hit him while doing so. “You’re crossing the line. Watch yourself.” I didn’t like the way he spoke so disrespectful about her and I wouldn’t put up with it for much longer.

  “Watch myself? Are you serious? You want me to watch myself? Unfucking believable.”

  I wasn’t going to remind him of all the times he screwed around and let his dick do the thinking for him. He would say it wasn’t applicable to this circumstance and he would be right. Still, where did he get off talking like he was Mr. Perfect? I could’ve hit him for that remark about Mia and been totally justified in doing so. But there was that nagging voice that told me there was a hint of truth in what he said.

  I hadn’t given any thou
ght to my company or my job or my responsibilities or anything like that the night before. Hell, I’d admitted as much to myself last night. Still, I thought there were something a bit more going on than him being upset I’d slept with Mia. I’d never seen Piers quite as livid before.

  “It’s not a big deal,” I told him, though I wasn’t sure if it was him I was truly trying to convince. “Mia’s cool with it. She knows the score. Matter of fact, she told me she’d sign something if I wanted her to.”

  Piers ran his fingers through his hair which made it all messed up, sticking this way and that. If I hadn’t been worried before, that would have done it. Piers never had a hair out of place. It didn’t even look like him. “Mother fucking hell. Tell me she didn’t say that.”

  I leveled my gaze at him. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what’s going on?”

  “When you were in Atlanta, did you happen to meet a man by the name of Benjamin Douglas?”

  I’d had that sinking feeling things were going to end up being worse than I thought when I walked in the door, never had I ever imagined hearing that name. “How do you know him?”

  He didn’t answer my question. Oh no, he had sensed the name Benjamin Douglas meant something to me and like a shark smelling blood, he wanted more. “Did you have a physical altercation with Mr. Benjamin Douglas while you were in Atlanta?”

  My face must have revealed the truth before I could verbalize a response. Although I had to give it him, he took no pride in knowing how I’d answer.

  “Fucking hell, Tenor,” he said. “What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

  “Tell me how you know that name.” I pounded my fist on the island.

  Realizing he wasn’t getting any additional information without telling me something, he relented. “Mr. Douglas sent me an email this morning. In it he indicated that the night before last, you accosted him while he was on a date with Mia.”