by Kelly Myers
She reached out and took the bottles, and placed them on a trunk in the middle of her living room. “These will suit. I’m cooking because my budget doesn’t allow for take-out every night. I hope you don’t mind spaghetti.”
Her apartment was exactly like mine, only in mirror image. A small living area was separated from an even smaller kitchen by an open countertop. The patio, through sliding glass doors, was opposite the kitchen. A short hallway behind the kitchen led to a bathroom and then the bedroom.
“You have nicer furniture than I do,” I noticed.
She shrugged. “I used to have a table and chairs, but Chase took those. We have to eat on the couch if you don’t mind. He also took the nice bed frame, but left the old mattress. It’s not very sophisticated. But, hey, he left me with a bed.”
I stood at the counter and watched as she put long noodles and ladled sauce into two large bowls. She placed the bowls on the trunk that was serving as her coffee table. She grabbed utensils from a drawer and sat on the couch.
“Damn, do you mind? Would you grab the parmesan from the fridge?”
I found the green can of shredded cheese and joined her on the couch.
She squirmed into the corner, curling her delicate feet to the side and under her legs. Holding her bowl, she slurped a noodle between pursed lips.
I forced my gaze into my own bowl. Her mouth like that, making little sucking motions, I didn’t know if I would survive the night. I should excuse myself, go home, and nut off in my fist, before facing her again, because all I could think of was sinking deep into her until she screamed.
I needed another cold shower.
“Okay, Zack. I’ve been fighting down rising panic for almost an hour. What did you need to talk to me about?”
She had a couch and her bowl of spaghetti between us like some kind of shield.
I set my bowl down. I reached for hers and placed it next to mine. “I overheard you talking to Greg this afternoon.”
“Damn it.” She looked away from me, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“Fuck. Crystal, what did he say to you? Why are you upset?” One little tear and my libido turned from wanting to fuck to wanting to fight.
She swiped below her eye. “I yelled at him. Threatened him, and may have called him names. He’s a programmer, and I’m just a woman in tech. HR is more likely to listen to him, and ignore my list of instances against him.”
“Instances?” I could hardly contain my rage.
“He calls me pond scum when he thinks no one is listening. Does it the same way as stupid cough middle school boys do. Am I in trouble?”
“You’re not,” I shook my head. “He is. I’ll deal with him. I wanted to tell you that I saw you put him in his place, and you really shouldn’t do that because of how fucking hot it was.”
“What?” she laughed. “Hot? It wasn’t hot. I was terrified. I went and rage cried in the bathroom.”
I reached for her, cupping the side of her face with my hand. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and leaned into my palm with a sigh.
“Oh, no. You can’t do anything. He already calls you my boyfriend in a threatening kind of way. If you say anything in my defense, then we’ll both get in trouble.” She closed her eyes for a moment.
“You being a hellion on a mission was impressive as hell.”
“Impressive huh? I could kiss you for that. It was nerve-wracking.”
My hand on her face moved to grip the back of her neck. I pulled her to me, and me to her. “If I’m gonna get busted for fraternizing with you, then let’s make it worthwhile.”
Her mouth was as soft as I remembered. I took that lower lip that she was fond of biting, and ran my teeth over it. I eased my hold and she leaned back. I followed, pressing her into the couch. Her fingers threaded into my hair. I skimmed a hand up her leg, fisting a handful of her shirt.
Her tongue darted between my lips first. Tentatively touching mine, inviting it to tango. Her lush mouth was sweet as strawberries as she nibbled and toyed with my lips.
She bent her knee, running it along my side. My hand slipped from her clothing and I palmed her ass. She lifted her chin. My lips trailed away from her mouth along her pointed little chin and down her neck. The collar of her oversized shirt impeded my progress down to her chest. I pulled back with a grunt of frustration.
Crystal pushed me away. I wanted to protest, but her actions stopped me. She crossed her arms and pulled the shirt over her head, exposing full breasts artfully displayed in white lace.
“Touch me,” she said.
9
Crystal
Zack panted heavily as he knelt above me. As he said, if we were going to get into trouble, might as well make it worthwhile. Not that I was thinking clearly at the moment. I wanted him to touch me, and that’s all I could focus on.
His eyes were heavily lidded as he focused on my breasts. I thought that’s why he had grunted, my shirt was in the way. That’s how it felt. I had on too many clothes, and so did he.
“Zack?” I whispered. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck me,” he said on a long breath of air. “I don’t know what to do next. I mean, damn these.”
He gently trailed his fingertips across the tops of my exposed breasts. “But I also want to kiss you more.” His fingers moved to touch my mouth.
I flicked my tongue out and licked his finger.
He closed his eyes with a low moan.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“To taste all of you,” his voice was husky with want. His gaze trailed from my face down my entire body and paused when he got to where my legs started.
I placed a finger on my lips and dragged it down my neck and onto my chest. “Start here, and work your way down. That’s what you were doing wasn’t it?”
I didn’t have to say more before he pressed me back with harder kisses. His lips were demanding, taking. His teeth scraped my chin, and his kisses felt more like small bites as he moved down my neck. Making up for the few precious moments of lost time since I removed my shirt.
One arm crushed me to him, while his other hand toyed with the edges of my bra. His breath was so hot as he found a nipple through the fabric of my bra and coaxed it into a tighter harder peak than it was already forming.
His arm at my back moved in a caressing stroke and I felt the release of tension as he unhooked the bra.
I fought with the straps. I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted his hands to caress and knead me. With my breasts free, Zack’s hand felt stronger, more commanding. He now had both hands and his mouth teasing me to an ecstatic state.
He knew what to do with my breasts. He didn’t treat them like novelty toys, but like something to be savored, not to make silly noises and slap against his face.
His hands left my breasts to trail down my middle. He grabbed and kneaded all of my flesh as if all of it were to be desired.
I was losing the fight of having coherent thought, and functional muscles. His mouth, his hands, he left me weak. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, completely at his mercy. And he had barely done anything.
I didn’t suppress the startled gasp when his hand found its way inside my leggings and between my thighs.
“I should have known you were trouble from the beginning. You aren’t wearing panties.” He lifted his head from my breasts to smile wickedly up at me.
I shook my head. “Not with leggings. It’s redundant.” He made thinking difficult.
“Redundant,” he chuckled. “More like brilliant.” His fingers toyed with my folds as he spoke. “You are so fucking wet.”
He pulled back. His actions had me slip to the side. And he slid from the couch.
“Does your pussy taste as good as your mouth, Crystal?” His eyes narrowed on mine.
All I could do was pant and whimper.
He grabbed the fabric of my leggings and yanked them down. He shifted so that he could pull them all the way off. He pressed his firm hands ag
ainst my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide.
“I’m so glad you invited me over for dinner. I’ve never looked forward to dessert with so much anticipation before.” His fingers trailed between my folds and dipped into my depths.
I moaned and lifted my hips.
He thrust two fingers in deep. Leaning forward he pressed his hand in farther.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
He had gone from being a kid in a candy store to becoming demanding and being in control. I was now the one at his mercy.
“Yes, touch me. Touch all of me.”
A keening sound ripped from my throat as his cool tongue made contact with my clit. I felt all the built-up stress in my body melt away as his tongue dragged down through my pussy before he returned it to swirl and suck at my nerve center.
I dug my fingers into his hair. Holding on for all I was worth.
He thrust fingers with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other. His mouth did wonderful and wicked things. He laved and sucked, and bit.
“Zack!” I cried when I felt teeth scrape at delicate skin.
It was a combination of too much and a need for more. I mewed and squeaked, and made noises I had no control of.
“That’s it Darling, cum for me. Flood me with your honey.”
My body responded to his commands. I felt the muscles of my inner walls suck at his fingers. Pulse, throb, relax, pull, all the motions happening in time with his fingers. His mouth returned to my clit and his sucking, thrusting moved in time with my own internal waves and rocking hips.
He growled against me and I counter thrust harder, faster.
I tugged on his hair. I needed more.
He responded with hard, fast movements, and I was instantly lost. I grabbed a throw pillow and bit into it. Screaming until my throat felt raw. I held on for as long as I could, reveling in the way Zack felt, the way he made me feel. But it was too much. I tried to push his head away and pull my thighs together.
He pushed back against my leg. “Okay, okay. I get it. My head’s not a watermelon to crush.”
He smiled up at me and wiped his chin.
“You’re a screamer.” He looked entirely too satisfied with himself.
I didn’t care. He earned that cocky smirk. I was as limp as the noodles I had served him for dinner.
“You look done.”
I replied with a weak nod.
“I’m just getting started.” He stood, wiping my juices from his fingers onto the front of his tee.
He pulled me onto my feet and bundled me in against his chest. I loved the way his clothes felt rough against my sensitive skin. His lips slid across mine, and I tasted me on his tongue. It made me shiver.
“You’re already naked, so asking your bed or mine is silly. Yours, because asking you to put clothes on would be a crime. Do I need to go home real quick and get condoms?”
I swallowed. I didn’t want Zack to see how Chase had left me with a mattress on the floor and boxes for my clothes. “Are you sure? Your bedroom might be better. You know where your condoms are, and…”
He quieted me with a kiss. “What’s wrong with your bedroom? You said your ex took the furniture. Is that all he took?”
“I don’t know. Chase might have left condoms,” I managed to say.
I took his hand and walked back to my bedroom. At one point it was nice, with a large sleigh bed frame, coordinating bedside tables, and contrasting dressers. The furniture had belonged to Chase’s mom, so it was reasonable he took it.
Zack’s gaze scanned around the room. With a nod of his head, he said, “I’ll be right back. Get under the covers, I don’t want you to get cold.”
He was back before I had time to get comfortable. He tossed a small black and gold box onto the mattress. “That should be enough for tonight. I’ll have to buy more.”
He took off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. He was so handsome, and beautifully defined it almost hurt to look at him. I sat up and reached for the waistband of his jeans.
“My turn,” I purred.
He batted my hands away. “I’m not done with my turn yet.”
He sat on the bed next to me and kicked his pants off. He had the most sculpted legs and ass. I admired them in those tight biker shorts he wore often enough. But it was the beautiful throbbing cock between those glorious thighs that held my attention.
“Is that for me?” I asked with all the appreciation I was feeling.
“Come here,” he growled as he slipped under the covers.
His skin felt like a full-body caress. His thick and hot cock pressed into my hip as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him to me for more kissing. He had already turned every knob on my body to full throttle, and I wanted more.
I slid a leg up his, and he shifted so his hips pressed to mine, trapping that magnificent cock of his between our bodies. I rocked my hips, stroking him. He was hot and thick. I let out little cries every time the head slid past my clit.
“Fuck Crystal,” he said, rolling off me. He fumbled about searching for the box of condoms. I heard the paper board rip, and then he had a gold foil pack in his teeth and was ripping it open.
A few seconds of diverted attention, and then he was pressing against me again. His cock rubbing against me.
I whimpered again as his cock dragged down my clit. The prolonged contact was almost too much. His hips pulled back. I tilted mine back, and we thrust together. He sank deep and hard into me.
The muscles of my core, already sensitive from his talented tongue and fingers, roared back to a frenzied action. I could hardly move in a coordinated rhythm. Everything about me was in overdrive. I bucked and cried. I clutched at the arms that surrounded me and sucked on the plundering tongue in my mouth.
My second orgasm hit, and Zack continued to pound me into the mattress. I was beyond moving by the time he joined me with his own orgasmic high. He collapsed against me, panting. All of my muscles had quivered into nothing. I barely had the strength to roll over and switch off the lamp on the floor next to the bed.
He groaned and rolled away from me. “Don’t do that. I’ll fall asleep.”
“That’s the point,” I said.
“Can’t.” He sat up with a groan. He leaned over and kissed me. “I can’t risk being seen leaving here in the morning.”
He walked to the bathroom to take care of the condom and picked up his pants.
“Fuck if it isn’t going to be torture tomorrow at work.”
I lifted my eyebrows in question.
He stepped into his pants and shorts at the same time and began pulling on his shirt.
“I know what you look like when you cum. It’s gonna kill me to pretend not to.”
10
Crystal
I woke as Zack placed a kiss on my bare shoulder. It was becoming his habit to get half dressed before waking me to say good night. “I wish you could stay the whole night,” I murmured.
“I’ll be next door thinking the same thing. This way, at least, I will show up for work,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“If I spent the night with you, I would never want to get out of bed again. This way, I force myself to go to work to see you.”
He was a sexy rumpled mess. We had this conversation more often than not the past few weeks. I never went to his place, and he never stayed longer than what could be considered a late dinner date.
“Is that why you never knock on my door for coffee in the morning?” I shifted to the edge of the bed to wrap an arm around whatever part of his body I could touch. This time it was his leg.
He looked down at me. The shadows hid most of his face, but the light glinted off his teeth so I knew he was smiling.
“You know me well.” He leaned over and kissed me properly.
His lips made me giddy. His entire body made me feel like I could fly.
“Go to sleep, I’ll see you at work.”
I waited until I heard the patio door slide close before I rolled over and went back to sleep. I dreamed of a day when he wouldn’t leave, and we didn’t have to hide from the world. Especially the world of work.
At work, I continued to herd my programmers toward our goals. The first full beta test of our app was coming due. I was feeling the stress.
“Hey wifey,” Charline crooned at me as she walked into the break room.
I looked up from the tablet in my hands.
“You’re on a break, that means no working,” she reminded me.
I shrugged. “I really need this app to deliver on time. It’s got my nerves in a knot,” I confessed.
She reached for the tablet in my hands. I let her take it. She placed it on the table, and proceeded to rummage around in the refrigerator.
“Step one, you can’t work all the time. When was the last time you ate a proper meal?” she asked. “Lordy Crystal, you haven’t had breakfast today have you? Are you sleeping all right?”
She was right. I spent my morning clearing away the dishes from last night’s dinner that didn’t get done because Zack had been there. We had barely eaten, too eager to consume each other. So no time for breakfast.
“I had some coffee. And my sleep has been off.” I shook my head. I wasn’t about to tell why I had been missing sleep.
“Did you eat a real meal last night? Let me guess, a protein bar and some cold coffee? That’s it, we are having lunch together so I can witness you eating.”
“It’s not like skipping a meal or two wouldn’t hurt,” I said, indicating my excessive curves.
“Healthy eating habits have nothing to do with your size, Sugar. And you know it. I don’t know why you can’t seem to remember you get woozy if you don’t eat regularly.”
“That’s because you take good care of me,” I chuckled. “Same reason I have to remind you to put on sunscreen.”
With a yogurt in her hand, she pointed at me. “Lunch, I mean it,” she said before leaving.