Lady of Way

by Rosemarie McCants

  “Then why the fuss? I liked him. He’s hot, mature, and well-established in life.”

  “You want to date him because he’s rich?”

  “I didn’t say that! I just said he was well-established in life, and in case you missed, hot and mature. Anyway, what’s the problem if I want to? He’s single, I’m single, and we are adults.”

  “Look Melissa,” she took a deep breath, “I can’t stop you pursuing Mr. Frank, but think real hard before you do that. My life is getting back on track again because of this job. I have nothing against you wanting to date him. It’s just that if your relationship goes south, I will be very affected. Imagine how this will complicate my life if you date him. There are a lot of good eligible well-established bachelors falling at your feet, you just have to snap your fingers and they come like lost puppies. Please don’t mess up this for me.”

  “I won’t.” Melissa promised, but the naughty glint her eyes held, said the opposite.

  Oh Heavens, how was she going to cope with that?

  *****

  Two months had passed since Alicia started working and living at Gabriel’s apartment, and it was driving him crazy, almost to the point of no return. Sometimes she acted as if, she knew about the desire he had over her.

  And the worst part was he couldn’t fire her because she was doing an incredible job. As unbelievable as it sounded, Yolanda was quite taken with Miss Sanders. At the beginning his little precious daughter resisted another tutor, but with Alicia’s sweet personality his little princess succumbed to her charms.

  Like father, like daughter.

  How did she do that? How had she seduced everybody around her with so little effort. The worst thing was that he tried to forget the little vixen and he finally came out of his self-imposed celibacy and found a well-deserved release. But nothing could reduce the strong attraction he felt every time he encountered Alicia in his own home.

  He even tried to go out with that hot Latina friend of hers, but the girl blew him off like he was nothing. If he was another type of man, he would have taken that as challenge and gone after the girl just to prove he could get her, but he already had a challenge, right under his roof!

  By the way, how could he!

  With her little shorts, and tank tops, hot damn, he had to take several cold showers just to calm his rigid hard on down. Alicia was playing with fire and if she didn’t watch over, she would get burned.

  Tonight, was one of those nights he couldn’t sleep, he was tired for sure, work demanded all from him, but his freaking eyes wouldn’t obey and close!

  When he requested a live in tutor, he never in a million years thought that it would be like this. How many times he wanted to make a move on her and fuck the consequences, but her professional, friendly demure, pulled every chance and stifled any courage he had to try and have his way with her.

  But one day, he would satisfy his curiosity and see her dripping wet pussy right in his face, his to lick, to play with it, and to fuck it hard. Until she screamed his name, and begged him for mercy.

  Dream on, dream on…

  Well at least he could still do that. So why spare any details. Go all the way down the rabbit hole.

  Okay then. How he wanted to take her from behind, he could even hear the sound of her flesh against his flesh, while he rammed inside her to oblivion.

  Fuck, he needed to stop thinking about these things.

  It was a hot night, so he was only in shorts, he walked out of his bedroom, making his way to the kitchen, had a glass of water, and being a masochist he passed by her apartment’s area and stopped dead in his tracks, there, for all to see, with the door semi-opened he saw his temptation as the day she was born.

  Totally naked.

  No, this was not happening. Someone up there did not like him at all.

  How could they gift him with this sight to die for and expect him to resist?

  But why was her door even open, was this an invitation?

  Door open, naked in bed, at the middle of the night?

  Her door was almost closed, so he could see the outline of her sinuous body lit by the faint moonlight. If this was a test, he failed the trial. As a siren call, he found himself in her bedroom, watching, observing, and lusting over her.

  She was more that he imagined. She was everything he imagined.

  His fantasy come to life.

  She was sleeping peacefully with her stomach up. Her breathing was rhythmic, making her nice big breast go up and down, provoking him to touch, to feel, to taste, to put his sinful hands on them. He lustfully licked his lower lip. Damn, she was hot!

  Her chocolate skin looked so smooth. She was a perfectly sculptured woman. Beautiful long legs, a small waist that highlighted her breasts, her body was screamed to be touched, and that’s what he did.

  To hell the consequences, later he would deal with them.

  What he couldn’t do is not succumb, to the silent siren call she was singing to him. He made the first move to his downfall; his big hand cupped her warm breast.

  Oh fuck, he closed his eyes. It feels so good. She was as suave as he imagined.

  ***

  Alicia bit her lower lip, supressing a moan. Hmm, what was happening…?

  Her body felt hot and needy, like a slow burning passion was consuming her from inside out, did she have fever? Then, when she realised the source of her so called fever, she froze.

  Her eyelids slowly opened, coming in contact with a very big man between her legs, looking at her like she was the most delicious meal of his life.

  Gabriel!

  Her mind went wild, but her body stood still. What’s he doing in my room?

  She was about to say something when he placed his warm palm on her most intimate part, for Eros, God of erotic love, what was he doing?

  His palm cupped her sex, and teased it as if he was testing her, then a finger went up and played with her clitoris making her lose her train of thought: left… right… left… right… left. He did the dance like a pro, she peeked at him to find his face concentrated on what he was doing, his virile features where so sexy.

  He increased the rhythm of his moving on her clitoris to the point of moaning, he groaned, looking up to her. She immediately closed her eyes, breathing already hard. What should she do?

  Wake up, and demand an explanation?

  Or pretend that she was still sleeping, and let him have his fun with her.

  Maybe he only wanted to play for a little.

  Suddenly she felt filled, he had penetrated her, with his finger, going up and down slowly, “Damn, you are wet!” he said, in a guttural voice.

  That sexy “fuck me voice” only made her milk more on his finger, she could not help it. He inserted another finger, and she moaned. “Oh, so you like Miss Sanders?”

  Saying her name made her come to terms that this was not some kind of hot dream which he was staring at. Nope, he was there for real, because in her erotic dreams he always called her Alicia, not Miss Sanders.

  When he started to move his finger again, up and down, with painfully slow pleasuring, she lost it; she squeezed his finger inside her hot cave, urging him to go faster.

  He laughed, “I knew you were one little naughty girl above that entire good girl attitude.” She could swear, he was outlining that predator sexy smile of his now, she just knew it.

  And as a response to his question, he increased his strokes, going wildly in and out of her, that made her body decide over her mind, nothing mattered now besides her release, her pleasure, her primitive need to reach the top, and see the stars, to orgasm hard and long.

  She was going to go with the flow and see where the rivers ended, to hell with the consequences.

  She started to moan, and arched her body to meet his firm strokes, her fever only increasing. When he took his finger out of her, she whimpered, protesting the feel of emptiness.

  “Don’t worry about it; I’m far from over with you.” You better not be!

  Sh
e felt him bent down between her legs, and a warm air blew her soaking pussy, she almost jumped up, if it had not been for the strong hand that firmly held her on place. She didn’t have time to recover, as a long hot tongue licked her extension from her Venus’s mount to her anus; she lost the ability to breathe. What was this guy doing?

  He did it again, and she almost fainted.

  After a few long licks, he found her clitoris and started to flick it with his tongue, then licking it, circulating it, while she could only moan. The pleasure was too much to contain.

  “Oh Gabriel!” she screamed, no longer being able to hold and control the pleasure.

  She went rigid, afraid of her action, but Gabriel surprised her by licking her much harder, sucked her clitoris making a “pop” noise when he finally released the aching little thing. Did he know all along she was awake?

  She started to panic, he went up to her, and hovered his body over hers. “Open your beautiful eyes Miss Sanders, it’s okay.” She did what she was told; his smooth voice helped her relax.

  When she came in contact with his dark, full of desire eyes, she gulped dry. The way he was looking at her, as if she was the most beautiful thing on the face of earth. Her lips parted slightly to say something, but nothing came out.

  He licked his lower lip, visibly lusting over her body, “Do you want this? I’m not going to be angry, or anything if you say no.” His voice was deep, low, made for persuasion, to lure.

  She couldn’t find the voice to voice her thoughts which were so confused.

  He leaned over her, diminishing the distance between them, and her body heat came in contact with his. He wasn’t wearing his boxers, she wasn’t sure she would be able to resist the maddening chemistry between them.

  He ground his member on her, she closed her eyes, and moaned. “I’m still waiting for the answer Alicia.” He demanded, while he increased the friction between them.

  Just the way he said her name, made her lose control and moan to the ceiling.

  She did the only thing she could, which was nod, “say it!” he commanded, while grinding on her.

  “Yes, yes.” She gasped.

  “Good girl.” He said, without a warning he connected his sinful lips on her suave ones. He was the go-slow type, he demanded, and gave with burning passion, heat, pressure, desire, that when he let go of her mouth they were breathing hard, and heavy.

  “You have no idea how long I been waiting for this Alicia. You played with me for so long. Now it’s your time to play Miss Sanders, so be ready.”

  His mouth licked her breast in a circular pattern and then sucked her erected hard nipples, while the other hand played with her other breast. After sucking each nipple, he cupped the two breasts, joined the two, and started to make a feast with them.

  “I want to try something, can I?” she nodded, still voiceless.

  He outlined his trademark predator smile, got up from her, took of his shorts, and his member jumped up. Alicia swallowed hard.

  She was right; he was exactly as she thought on that day at the pool.

  He went back to her, but this time kneeled in front of her breasts, with his legs on each side of her body, he brought his engorged manhood to the valley of her breast, “Cup your breasts.” He breathed out.

  Once again, she did what he told, cupped them, squeezed them, trapping his hot long bulky member in the valley of her breasts and started to massage them while he was in the middle, she heard him groan and grunt, breathing hard.

  He started to move up and down, his body following the moves, “I’m so glad I’ve got big breasts.” Finally, she recovered her voice. He laughed, filling the room with his rich laugh.

  “Oh, decided to finally come out and join the fun. Now the real fun can start.” His trademark predator smile made its way up to his handsome face.

  She smiled to him too with her best sensual smile, matching his.

  He took his member out of her prison and once again bent down, kissing her lips, neck, earlobe, shoulder, made a train of kisses from her shoulder to her flat stomach, going down…

  When he was almost there, she outburst. “Wait, I want to do something.”

  A little taken back, he sat on bed, watching her, “lay on your back.” Now was her time to command.

  He smiled, and did what she requested, laid on the bed, displaying his full naked glory to her, as if he was an offer, posting his arms under his head.

  She started to lick his chest, circling his nipples, and followed the outlines of his well-defined six-pack with her hot red tongue, making him grunt and squirm with closed eyes, clearly enjoying the reward.

  She used all her senses on him. Her nose sniffed his musky men scent, her tongue tasted his hard muscles, and her hands touched his smooth skin. Her eyes feasted on all he had to offer: divine, exotic and fucking hot.

  She wanted to lick his upper body since the day he saw him getting out of the pool, with water dripping all over his body, that memory haunted her, it was erotic, and she would be lying if she said that she not eager for something like this to happen.

  Even though he was her boss, she wasn’t feeling guilty right now, or even like a whore, why? She would deal with feelings later, now was not the time, now was time to finally satisfy her craving needs, and one of them was to taste this man, she smiled with her resolution.

  When she reached his proud erected member, she smirked, blew hot air as he did with her, and didn’t give time to recover as he did. She sucked him dry, with one long, deep suck, finishing it with a loud “pop”.

  Oh, payback is a bitch!

  “Fuck, Alicia!” he grunted, while he grabbed a full fist of curly hair. He looked at her with lust, and she smirked, did the long suck one more time, and his head went down, to meet the pillow, while he screamed “fuck” again.

  She loved making this big, rich man, succumb to her.

  With a grin, she continued to suck him, but this time more slowly, she wanted him begging her to go fast, and show Mr. Frank she had claws too.

  *****

  “Alicia… Alicia,” Alicia heard the call before she registered what was happening, that’s when Gabriel stopped her and listened closely.

  “Alicia,” Yolanda crying voice was heard on the corridor. Shit.

  They both froze and rapidly they let go of each other like one was the black plague. Alicia reacted first and immediately closed the door, “wait a second honey, I’m just getting dressed okay.”

  “I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?”

  She panicked and looked at Gabriel but froze because of his serious expression. Well, ladies and gentleman, the stone cold Mr. Frank was back in town.

  “Okay Yolanda, we are going to sleep in your room, okay honey, just let me get dressed.”

  “Okay. But hurry up Alicia, I’m scared.” A smooth voice was heard from the other side.

  Knowing how this will turn out Alicia rearranged fast, went to bathroom to refresh and came out wearing pajamas. She was serious now as Gabriel who still stood naked, semi erected seated on her bed looking at her as if she was the guilty one there.

  How dare him!

  He was the one who came into her room uninvited and started to grope her on her sleep, while she was sleeping for Pete’s sake, which was beyond sexual harassment.

  She was reaching for the door, when Gabriel grabbed her arm, on her back he said, “We’ll talk about this later.” He articulated with all business menacing tone.

  She snorted, “No worry Mr. Frank, I understand what happened here, you don’t have to worry. I won’t sue you or blackmail you. Let’s just forget this, maybe you had too much to drink this evening. Relax. I won’t do anything that would put Yolanda in a bad position, and I hope that this kind of incident doesn’t happen again.” With that she released her arm from his grip and closed the door to take care of the number one and only reason she was there, not to be on the call and deck of the boss.

  ***

  Alicia couldn’t believe
she actually accepted Melissa invitation to come to the club, but she needed this fun, fuck it all time. The situation with Mr. Frank was impossible, the bastard! After all she did to his daughter he was still treating her with hostility, as if it was her fault he got in her room and almost violated her.

  Nope. Not true. Actually he asked if she wanted to proceed, but with all the pent-up passion she was feeling on that moment, how could she say no?

  Anyway, tonight was the night to forget it all and go crazy as Melissa suggested, she didn’t know what was bothering her, but Melissa told her that she would tell when she was ready to share and that’s why Alicia adored her best friend.

  The club was full as usual, but thank God they manage to get a great parking spot. They used Melissa’s car, it was safer and better that way. Dressed to kill they made their way to the entry, gathering several whistles.

  It wasn’t for naught in their tight, short dresses and high heels guaranteed men's attention toward them. But her happy bubble was busted when her subconscious asked why couldn’t Gabriel show this kind of appreciation to her?

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, let’s go.”

  As they enter the club, they were greeted with the vibration of stained heavy electric bass and people dancing to the loud electronic music. They found a spot and ordered drinks; her eyes accessed the club until they stopped at a drop dead beautiful man.

  He was simply the wettest bad boy dream come true with ripped muscles, tattooed arms, and an overconfident posture at the bar.

  Alicia was swallowed up by his sensuality, her system just stopped, not being able to take her eyes off that exotic beauty. If she could do something, a low whistle of appreciation would escape her lips, because if that wasn’t the most decadent mirage in the form of a god in a mortal body playing at the bar, then she didn’t know what he was.

  He paced sinuously along the edge of the bar, grabbing his beer like a lover takes the woman he intends to ravish all night long. His long jeans-clad legs maintaining a precisely controlled stride, his thick, black hair cut short, slightly curly, framing a savage masculine face. A dark V-neck sweater stretched over powerful, ripped shoulders, finalizing with a thin waist of a Roman soldier statue.