by Iona Rose
She smiles and looks down at her glass for a moment.
“Maybe not. Maybe that was all in my head. I guess deep down there was a part of me that was worried I would fail. It was easier to convince myself other people thought I would fail than to accept there was a part of me believed that.”
I nod my head.
“I get it. I think that’s why I was so reluctant to join the family business. My parents worked hard to build their empire, and Matt joined the company and found his passion. My dad was so proud of him. I wanted that. But there was a part of me that was afraid I would disappoint him. It was easier to tell myself I didn’t want to join the business than it was to pull myself up and do the hard miles.”
“What a pair of screw ups we were,” Kimberley laughs.
I smile at her, shocked that I’ve opened up to her. I’ve never told anyone that before, not even Bernie and I tell her pretty much everything. Maybe I have had too much wine after all. It doesn’t stop me from getting up and going to the bar for another two though.
“So how long are you staying here?” I ask Kimberley as I sit back down and push her drink towards her.
She picks it up and takes a sip, her eyes meeting mine over the top of the glass.
“For as long as it takes to get what I want,” she says after a pause.
I have no idea what she means by that, and I want to press her for an answer, but I stop myself. Maybe it’s best to just take each day as it comes.
“So what is it that you want?” I ask.
“Oh I think you know the answer to that one,” she says.
She smiles seductively at me and I feel my cock twitching. I swallow hard. She can’t mean …
“World domination of course,” she says with a laugh.
I laugh with her. I am equally relieved and disappointed that she was only playing around. Of course she didn’t mean me. I am imagining the sparks of chemistry flying between us. I must be. I mean I hate the woman. I’m just letting Joe’s earlier insinuation get into my head that’s all.
She starts talking again, reminding me of the time she came away for the weekend with my family and we ended up getting lost. We laugh and reminisce about the weekend and about the amount of trouble we got into when my parents finally found us.
“You know, to this day they still don’t believe we didn’t lose them on purpose,” I laugh.
As I talk, my eyes keep going down, drawn to the neckline of Kimberley’s dress. She fiddles with a pendant that hangs between her breasts, knowing it will draw my attention and I don’t want to let her down. I swear her neckline is lower than it was when we started dinner. I feel myself leaning in closer to her as she admits to me that maybe my parents were right.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my eyes still glued to Kimberley’s chest.
Her full breasts jiggle slightly as she laughs and I picture myself ripping her dress away and sucking on her nipples.
“I might have had an idea that we were getting separated from them. I wanted to be alone with you,” she says.
She’s still fiddling with her pendant, keeping my eyes glued to her chest. She moves her hand slightly and pulls at her dress. Her neckline drops a little further and I swallow hard.
When Kimberley clears her throat, I realise she’s stopped talking and I’m just sitting here like a mute idiot staring at her chest. I might as well be drooling down my chin. I drag my eyes back up to her face and she grins.
“You always were easily distracted,” she says.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, still clinging to the hope she hadn’t noticed where my attention had been focused a second ago.
“I mean you always were a perv,” she laughs.
“I didn’t hear you complaining then,” I tell her.
“I’m not complaining now,” she smiles.
I clear my throat, shocked by her words, and even more shocked to find that I’m happy to hear them. I straighten up in my seat, pulling back from her slightly. I take a long drink from my glass. Kimberley watches me, her eyes full of amusement, a half smile playing across her lips.
“I can’t help but wonder what you get up to with women these days,” she purrs. “With that charming smile and the magnetism you have.”
I know she’s playing to my ego, but I play along.
“You think I’m charming?” I say, grinning at her.
I swear I hear her take in a sharp breath when I smile at her. She always used to say my smile would be the death of her.
“You know I do. Your smile has always been my weakness,” she says.
“You’ve always been my weakness,” I say.
Shit. What the fuck did I go and say that for? And where did it even come from? I don’t even fucking like her.
I clear my throat awkwardly, suddenly looking anywhere but at her. She laughs, enjoying my discomfort.
“You know, I almost forgot how clumsy you could be around me,” she says. “I remember now though. How long did it take you to ask me out even after I’d made it clear I was into you?”
I shrug, still not really looking at her. Fucking hell Sebastian, get it together. You’re not a daft kid anymore. Seducing women is your thing and you’ve never been clumsy about it since Kimberley left.
“You used to say it was sweet,” I laugh, back in control of myself now.
“It was,” she confirms. “But I thought you were all grown up now and that clumsiness was behind you.”
I look her in the eye, holding her gaze with mine until I see her cheeks flushing red. I smile again, knowing by the way she shifts slightly in her chair that I’m having an effect on her.
I pull my eyes from hers and move my gaze to her lips. She nibbles her lower lip as I sweep my eyes down to her chest and then back up to her eyes.
“Believe me when I say there is nothing clumsy about me now,” I say in a voice so low she has to lean in to hear me.
Her lips are slightly parted, her cheeks still pink. The flush spreads down her neck and over her chest and her neckline is even lower than I remembered it. If she pulls it any lower, her nipples will be out. The thought makes my cock hard and I look at Kimberley, seeing the lust I feel swallowing me whole reflected in the way she’s barely breathing as she looks at me.
She sits back slightly and smiles at me. She lifts her glass and downs the rest of her wine, never taking her eyes off me the whole time. A tiny bit of wine dribbles down her chin and I know without any trace of a doubt that she planned it that way. She wipes the drip onto her finger and puts the finger between her lips. I suck in a breath as she licks over her finger tip.
I stand up so quickly I’m surprised the chair doesn’t topple over, but it stays upright. I offer my hand to Kimberley.
“You want to get out of here?” I wink.
She nods wordlessly and slips her hand into mine. I can feel the sparks flying up my whole arm as I lead her across the bar and into the dark, cool night.
Chapter Ten
Kimberley
My whole body is on fire as I let Sebastian lead me across the bar and out onto the street. My pussy is so wet I can feel my panties clinging to me. That smile. That goddamned smile I was so determined to ignore.
I don’t know how Sebastian has done it, but in the space of tonight, he’s gone from almost getting me fired and wanting to murder him, to making me look good in front of my boss and making me want to fuck him until I’m raw.
I promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen, but his charm, his smile, the way he looks at me. It all added up and I just can’t help myself around him. It will be different this time though. We’re adults now. We can make this work. I know we can.
We’re barely out of the restaurant when Sebastian tugs my hand and pulls me into an alleyway that runs alongside the restaurant. I don’t have time to debate whether or not it’s a good idea anymore. Sebastian’s mouth is on mine and I can no longer think about anything except how good it feels to finally kiss him again, how right it fee
ls.
My lips respond to his as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. His hands are all over me, moving up and down my body, caressing my hips, my sides, my back. He pushes his hands into my hair, pulling my face tighter against his. I move my tongue against his, tasting wine and chocolate and Sebastian. The taste I remember like it was only yesterday we last kissed.
I can hardly breathe as I am consumed by lust, my whole body is on fire as Sebastian kisses me like he never wants to let me go again. I run my hands down his back, cupping his ass and pressing my body against his. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach and I need more of it. I need to take him in my hands, my mouth, my dripping wet pussy.
I move my hands around to the front of Sebastian’s body, taking a half step back but not breaking our kiss. I open his belt and his trousers, digging down inside of his underwear and getting rewarded with his huge cock, already hard as lead and ready for me.
I wrap my hand around it, moving it up and down. I feel him suck in a breath and he lets it out in a moan. He moves his mouth from mine, kissing down my neck. I throw my head back, enjoying the sensation that floods through me as he runs his tongue over the skin and then gently nips me between his teeth.
His hands come to my breasts, roughly kneading them through my dress. I’m not wearing a bra and I know he can feel how hard my nipples are as he skims his thumbs over them, pressing my dress against them and sending sparks down through my stomach to my already clenching pussy.
I up the speed of my hand, working his cock, loving how it makes his breathing change. He twists one of my nipples between his thumb and fingers, sending a shock through my body and making me call out his name.
He roughly grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from his cock. My eyes fly open, and I find myself looking into his eyes. I can see the lust in his eyes as they seem to darken a shade and the way his lips are slightly parted as he pants. He holds my gaze for a moment, and then he makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat. I move closer, wanting to kiss him again, but he pushes me away, pressing me roughly against the wall behind me, and gets to his knees before me.
He pushes my dress up around my hips and pushes my panties to one side. I hear the tearing of fabric but I don’t care. He can rip them clean off me if that’s what he wants. My pussy is ready for him, my clit throbbing. My whole body is tensed up, waiting for his touch, silently begging for the release only he can bring me.
He leans in and his tongue is between my lips, seeking out my clit. I can’t stop myself from moaning his name as he presses his tongue onto my clit. The throbbing intensifies, sending a screaming need through my whole body. He reaches up, putting one hand on my hip and with the other hand, he pushes two fingers inside of my pussy as his tongue swirls over my clit.
My pussy clenches, pulling him in further, deeper. My hips sway, moving in time with his pumping fingers, giving me more pressure against my clit. I can feel my orgasm building quickly, a deep heat that starts in my pussy and my stomach and spreads out across my whole body. I can feel my muscles clenching, preparing themselves for the pleasure that’s about to rip through me.
It's painful to breath now, each breath makes my already erect nipples rub across my dress, teasing me and tantalising me. Sebastian’s tongue is working at a frenzied pace, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. My hands are balled into fists, one of them squeezing my clutch bag so tightly I’m sure it will break something inside of it.
As Sebastian presses down on my g-spot, I hear myself moaning louder and I bring my bag to my mouth, biting down on it to stop myself from screaming out loud. Sebastian keeps working on me, rough and fast, and there is nothing clumsy about him now. He knows how to make my body sing.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and bites down on it hard enough to hurt. I gasp as pain ripples through me, turning into pleasure as he flicks his tongue over the spot he has bitten. He bites down again, and my orgasm is no longer threatening. It’s coursing through my body as Sebastian claims my clit, making me dance to his tune. I can feel my nerve endings standing to attention as fire assaults them. The pain of Sebastian holding my clit in his teeth, stretching it out is over rode by the pleasure of him working my g-spot. I feel a rush of warm heat in my pussy as I gush liquid fire.
I suck in a shuddering breath, holding it, my eyes half closed as the sensations consume me, turning my muscles to jelly. As my orgasm starts to recede, I bring my bag back down to my side. My arms and legs are shaking as Sebastian gets back to his feet with that grin that sends a shockwave through my body. I can see my juices glistening on his face, the moonlight reflecting in the moisture.
I am panting for breath as Sebastian looks at me. His own chest heaves as his pants match mine. I can smell his lust coming off him and the scent of him almost pushes me over the edge again.
I reach out for him and he catches my wrists. He spins me and pulls me back against him. He runs his tongue up my neck again, his hands all over my body, running up and down it, concentrating on my breasts. I can hear myself whimpering as the need for him to be inside of me consumes my every thought.
“Sebastian, please,” I beg, my voice breaking.
I don’t have to ask him twice. His hands leave my body long enough to push his trousers and underwear down. He pushes against my shoulders and I bend at the waist, pressing my palms against the wall.
Sebastian pushes my dress up around my waist again. He runs his finger through my slit, spreading my juices around. He moans when he feels how wet for him I am, how ready for this I am.
I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my pussy and I side step with one foot, opening myself up to him, inviting him to impale me. He pushes himself inside of me and my pussy opens to accommodate him. He’s so much bigger than I remember and I gasp as he slams into me, filling me with his cock.
He begins to move his hips as he grips mine to hold me in place. He slams into me, making me take his full length with each thrust. My pussy stretches, taking him, welcoming the stinging sweetness that he brings to me.
He thrusts, long, fast thrusts that make me cry out each time he enters me. My body is already responding to him, my hips moving despite his hands pinning them in place. I can feel him on every inch of my walls and as he slams off my cervix with each pounding thrust.
He moves his hands from my hips and I feel his hand bunch into a fist in my hair. He yanks it, pulling me upright, making my scalp scream. The stinging turns to pleasure as it moves through my body, the pain feels like ecstasy as he runs his other hand over my hip and stomach.
I lean back against him and he releases my hair, pushing my head to the side so he can kiss my neck.
“I fucking hate you Kimberley,” he whispers, his breath tickling my neck and sending goose bumps scurrying over my skin.
His words are at odds with the lust dripping from his voice, from the way he moves his hand lower. He kisses my neck as his probing fingers find my clit. They work in time with his thrusting. He moves quickly now, short strokes that set my pussy on fire. I clench around him, my muscles tightening and he moans against my neck.
“You ruined me,” he whispers. “And I’ll never forgive you.”
He kisses my neck between each word. I turn my head and wrap my arm around his head, pulling him down until our lips meet in a fiery kiss filled with passion. Past resentments fade as we come together as one, a blurring movement of relief as our bodies once more move together.
He keeps working my clit as he kisses me and then he moves his face from mine, running his tongue down my neck again. He nips the skin between his teeth and at the same time, he presses down on my clit. My orgasm explodes through my body, leaving me able to do nothing but make little gasping sounds as I fight to get air into my lungs.
My muscles stiffen, my pussy clenching so tightly I can feel every vein in Sebastian’s cock. My back arches, pressing my head against Sebastian’s shoulder, my ass grinding tighter into his body as my middle moves away from him.
He pumps into me as I shake in his arms, my orgasm holding me firmly in its grip. I feel Sebastian’s cock twitch inside of me, I hear his sharp intake of breath. His warm seed fills me, spreading its warmth through my body. He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him as he spurts again.
He says my name in a gruff whisper. He relaxes his hold on me and his cock slips out of me. We are both panting. I am suddenly conscious of the fact we are in public and I reach up and pull my dress down. I go to take a step away from Sebastian, but he catches me and I spin to face him. His arms are around my waist. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. I pull him closer, resting my cheek on his shoulder, enjoying the way his arms hold me, pulling me against his body. I can feel his chest heaving as he fights to get himself back under control.
“I miss you Sebastian,” I whisper.
I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It was just a lone thought in my head, but his hold on me tightens for a moment and I know he heard me. He kisses my hair, breathing in my scent and then he gently releases me.
“Let’s get you a cab,” he says.
It’s not exactly the reply I was looking for, but it was a risk saying it at all and his tone is gentle. It’s not like he’s telling me to fuck off or anything. The disappointment inside of me that he didn’t to admit to the same thing is crushing though, and honestly? He might as well have.
“I can get my own cab,” I say, a little more snappy than I would have liked to have sounded.
Sebastian just smiles and shakes his head.
“Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should,” he says.
I don’t want to end up arguing with him. Not after what’s just happened between us so I force myself to smile and I nod my head. We slip out of the alley, hopefully unnoticed and I resist the urge to make sure my dress is down. I know it is, and if anyone does spot us coming out of the alley, maybe they’ll think we took a short cut or something. If I start pulling at my clothes, I might as well just announce to the world I’ve been fucked in an alley.