by Kim Karr
We walk as fast as we can arm-in-arm down the street. “Where are you staying in the city?” she asks.
“Uptown,” I tell her.
“Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Give me vague answers.”
I walk faster. Time is of the essence. It won’t be long before everything comes out. “I don’t like to talk about myself,” I tell her, and that’s the fucking truth.
“Okay,” she says. “How about we start with something easy.”
“Sure, green is my favorite color.”
Her shoulder bumps mine. “I already knew that.”
We cross the street and the corner of her building. I look around, and thank fuck, I see no one looking for me. “Oh, yeah, how?”
She pulls her keys from her bag. “It’s the color of your motorcycle and the color of the artwork in your office.”
I take the keys from her. “You’re very perceptive.”
Step by step, the tension between us rises. As soon as I unlock the door, we take the stairs and that sweet tension twists, coiling tighter and tighter with each step. I really can’t fucking take another minute of waiting to have her.
Finally, we’re at her door, and I don’t care anymore who’s around. Before I even twist the lock, I rip open her jeans and slide my fingers inside her, one, then two, three. And then I’m finger-fucking her in the hall, and she’s screaming my name as she comes.
So fast.
So responsive.
My dick swells instantly in my pants.
When a door down the hall starts to creak open, I hurry and unlock hers. We’re inside so fast, and in her bedroom even faster. “Gigi, I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours so bad.”
Her lips part, and when she pushes me against the wall, I let her. “Then do it.”
Turned on, I tug her shirt over her head. Before the fabric even falls to the ground, she’s on her knees in front of me.
Holy fuck.
Without fumbling, she yanks at my belt, undoes my button, and unzips my fly. My straining cock pushes at the front of my boxers. I’m in her fist before I even have a chance to make a move.
Holy fuck.
Gigi uses one knee to nudge my legs farther apart as she pulls my jeans down to my thighs. My boxers, too. I’m nearly naked for her in half a minute and more than ready to fuck her mouth.
My cock pulses against her palm as she skims her hand upward, barely brushing my blunt head. It’s enough though to cause my hips to jerk forward in a rush of excitement. As soon as they do, she grips my shaft, keeping me in place.
Oh, fuck.
Flattening my palms against the wall, I find myself needing to hold on. I have never been at a woman’s mercy like this. Sure, I’ve been blown a lot in the past four months, but never when I wasn’t the one in control. And never have I wanted someone’s mouth on me as much as I do right now.
I look down at her, my gaze darkening with an unbelievable amount of lust. Her gaze drifts up, and I see that very same lust sparkling in her big brown eyes.
In this one single moment, I know I can’t only have her one more time. Fuck, I want her a million more times in a million different ways.
When she opens her mouth and lets her hot breath seep over my even hotter flesh, I shiver and shake.
With a smile on her face, she brushes my cock against her cheek, close, so close, and yet, my tip is not quite close enough to be inside her mouth, and I need more. More. More.
Lower.
Lower.
A little lower.
Still, not low enough.
Shit.
Teasing me, she breathes heavy against my cock as her hand works up and down. When she turns her head, mouthing the inside of my thigh, nuzzling it, and then nipping it, I cry out in ecstasy.
This feeling is unbelievable and I want to reach down and push her head so her mouth is right there, right on my cock. That is until she runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft and she stops me cold because really, I’m in some sort of heaven.
Fuck.
The long, tortured moan that escapes my throat isn’t a sound I’ve ever made, and the only thing I can do is close my eyes and let my head drop.
Oh, fuck, now she’s using her teeth and my body is shaking in a way that I can’t stop.
Don’t want it to, either.
Soon her hands are moving up and down, up and down, and then a little higher to graze my cock head. ”That’s it,” I growl. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Take me. Take me hard.”
And she does. I match her rhythm, pumping my hips, needing to be all the way in her mouth, needing to fuck her mouth.
Hard.
Fast.
Wild.
I open my eyes and glance down.
Lick my lips.
Blink.
Wait.
“Show me what you have, Gigi.”
The lustful expression on her face is enough to send me reeling, but when she engulfs me, takes me down the back of her throat, tastes me, sucks me, devours me, I start to feel myself coming and try to pull it back.
“That’s it. Oh, fuck. That’s it.”
Greedy, she sucks me harder, concentrating on my head, while her hand, slick with her saliva, strokes up my shaft, hard and fast.
Shards of pleasure spike through my body all the way to my nerve endings. Unable to control myself any longer, I slide my fingers into the back of her hair and anchor her right where she is.
When I give a slight tug, she gasps and fucks my cock faster, harder. She’s all mouth and teeth and tongue, and I fucking love it.
Pleasure coils tight and hard, low in my belly and then in both of my balls. I fuck her mouth. Harder, faster. Animal-like. I groan or maybe roar it’s so loud.
That’s when she lets her jaw go slack and takes me deeper. Deeper. All the fucking way. And I fuck her mouth with an urgency I’ve never felt before.
“Gigi,” I groan.
My fingers twist and pull in her honey hair.
“Shit,” I say, “oh, shit, this feels so fucking good…I’m going to come, Gigi, I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
I prepare myself to pull out of the blissful cavern of her sweet mouth, but she doesn’t let me. She doesn’t fucking let me.
“Fuck. Yes.”
My thighs shake as my body starts to surge toward the biggest explosion of my life. I thought last night could never be matched, but I was wrong. My muscles tense, and my body goes taut.
And then it happens.
I groan.
Wordless.
Desperate.
And I’m coming. Coming. Coming so hard. Harder than ever.
Gigi takes everything I give her, sucking every last drop of my cum until I’m spent and softening in her mouth. Even then, she’s not done. My cock twitches as she places small, tender kisses in my most sensitive places. And then her mouth is on my balls, licking, touching, driving me crazy and sending bolts of energy racing through me.
Never wanting this feeling to end, I watch her intently as she takes everything I have.
Whatever has happened between us in the past forty-eight hours, I know is the real deal.
And that is everything.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give if it could stay this way.
Too bad it can’t.
ANOTHER PLANET
The unopened condom packet he tossed on my nightstand almost an hour ago is within reach.
The foreplay we’ve shared is insane. The touching, tracing, exploring, kissing, licking, sucking, all lead us to this hot and heavy moment of not being able to wait another minute.
Explosive.
After grabbing the package, he rips it open with his teeth, and my entire body vibrates with the most insane need. A need I never knew I had until last night. Until now. Until him.
Staring up, he stares down. We smile like we have a secret. And in a way we do. Tomorrow we have to go to work and start a professional relationship,
and after sharing the most insanely hot sex known to man. Seriously. Talk about nearly impossible.
The air is full with anticipation.
With need.
And a bounty of lustful desire.
A grin that is pure sex kicks up at the corners of his mouth, and I know he feels it too.
For two strangers this type of connection is crazy. I know so little about him—and yet, I know what makes his body sing. Know where to touch him to make him quiver. Know what turns him on. Revs him up. Drives him wild.
His skilled fingers grab his cock at the base, and he rolls the condom along his long, thick shaft. My legs are shaking and tremors rip through them as I watch him finish the deed.
When he climbs over me, I search for a breath, two, even three. With his hands planted on either side of my head, he hovers, teases, makes me wait. Still barely breathing, he finally lowers his head. We’re nose to nose, so close I swear I can hear the thump-thump of his beating heart and then the pound, pound, pound of it as he lowers his body even closer.
Nudging the head of his cock into my opening, inch by slow inch, I can barely contain my anticipation. I plant my hands on his shoulders. Dig my nails into his skin.
Groaning at my reaction, he asks, “Are you ready?” in a slightly amused tone.
“Yes.” The word cracks along my spine harsh and strong in the form of a thrill.
Then, finally, he fills me with one solid thrust, and I cry out. “Oh, God.”
Unable to control the ecstasy flowing from my core to the lips of my toes, my legs visibly shake against the outside of his strong thighs as I wrap them around him.
He pulls all the way out then plunges back in all the way, and I squirm and pant as my body adjusts quickly to his large size.
Again.
Over and over.
Dropping his head, he seeks my mouth. I arch up as he kisses and sucks me, the velvety feel of his tongue lapping and licking, drives me higher and higher.
Spearing my hands through his ginger hair, I hold him to me, wanting more, bucking upward.
“Gigi, fuck!” he groans as I continue to writhe beneath him. Pulling back, he’s breathing as hard as a freight train. “You’re going to make me come way too fast if you keep that up.”
Moaning in the back of my throat, I don’t stop. Knowing I need more, he takes the back of one of my knees, stretches my leg up, and looks down into my eyes with the most intent look I’ve ever seen. “Hold on, Gigi. This is going to be rough.”
As I bite my lower lip and moan, he moves again. Harder. Faster. At an insane speed.
My breath shatters.
His name escapes my lips. “Max. Max. Max.”
“Gigi,” he murmurs back. “You feel so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”
His grueling rhythm doesn’t slow, and the pounding of my hammering heart seems to catch his pace.
Fucking me to the edge of the bed, my head falls off the mattress, my breasts offered up to him as a benefit.
He tries to catch my nipple with his mouth but fails because he is going wild on top of me.
Stars.
I’m literally seeing stars as I come.
There’s a noise.
Like an animal growling. It’s him.
Then there’s a crash. Me? No, not me. I’m still partially hanging off the bed, not on the floor. The lamp on my bedside table? I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m having the orgasm of my life.
And this is our last time.
He’s officially ruined me for any other man.
IT’S TIME
In the aftermath, as I lay underneath Max’s strong body, I wish we could remain like this forever.
I want to be in this warmth and explore this crazy connection, but I can’t. We can’t. Running my hands over his shoulders, I feel the lax muscles under the smooth skin. One last time, I thread my fingers through the hair at his nape.
My phone rings, more like squeals actually, and when I glance over to where it was on the night table, sure enough, it’s gone along with the lamp.
Peering down, I can see they are both smashed on the ground. The lamp broken into pieces. My phone, I’m not sure, other than the sick sound of its ringing.
“It sounds broken,” I tell him.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“I should probably get that.”
He doesn’t move. “Let it go to voicemail.”
I glance down again and just stare.
Gravity—it has a way about it. Objects. People, too. And reality sets in. Monday morning will be arriving way too quickly. Things are way too comfortable with Max, and I have to turn them down and get ready for the change coming tomorrow—no matter how much I don’t want to.
Lifting my head, I can see the top of Max’s ginger head. He is still breathing hard, the muscles of his arms holding me in place. “Come here,” he says, repositioning me with his brute strength.
Now, lying with my chin on his hard chest, I glance up at him. Stare a bit. Wistful, I sigh and swing myself off the bed on the opposite side of the broken glass and shattered phone.
“Where are you going?” he asks, shoving up and lounging back against the headboard, his hands clasping behind his neck as he watches me with that expression I haven’t quite figured out yet.
Forlorn.
Distant.
Yearnful.
Demanding.
I’m honestly not certain.
“I’m going to get a broom and dustpan,” I answer.
“You don’t have to be dressed for that.”
From the bedroom doorway, I stare back at him, unsure how to tell him what he already knows is coming. “No. But to walk you to the door, I do.”
Max looks at his extremely expensive watch and frowns. “Are you seriously kicking me out before nine p.m.?”
Grabbing one side of the doorframe with my fingers, I continue to look at him and bite my lip. “It’s been a long day, Max, and we both have to go to work tomorrow.”
Readjusting himself so that he is up on his elbows, he practically smolders when he looks at me. “We could both call in sick and spend the day in bed.”
Strangely, I don’t think he’s joking. “Ha, ha, I can’t. My boss has these really strict work policy rules. He’s kind of a dick that way,” I say with a grin.
His gaze sweeps down my body and back up again. “I have a feeling your stiff of a boss might understand if he knew you were getting fucked six ways till Sunday.”
I roll my eyes. “Max, you have such a romantic way with words.”
Before he can respond, I walk out of the room and into the kitchen. Something about that reality just doesn’t set well.
“Hey, come back here. That’s not fair. This isn’t about romance, remember?”
He’s right of course. “Right. Fuck buddies. Yes, I recall.”
Saying it doesn’t mean I feel it though. Somewhere deep inside me I don’t want this to end.
This.
Whatever this is.
And he knows as much as me, it’s more.
Sure, it’s not simple. Or realistic. And that’s why when I return with my cleanup tools, and he’s coming out of the bathroom, I pull his shirt off and toss it at him. “Time to get dressed.”
Built hard and muscular, his shoulders so wide, his chest so broad, his waist the point of the inverted triangle of his torso, his abs so shredded you could grate cheese, he reaches and effortlessly catches it. Immediately, he tosses it to the ground and stalks toward me, his eyes trained on my naked breasts the entire short walk. “Are you sure about that?” he asks, ducking his head and using both his hands to cup my breasts. “Give me fifteen and I’ll be ready to go.”
I shake my head. “You have to leave, Max.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this, Gigi. We can figure something out,” he says, his voice low.
“No, we can’t. You own the company, and I want a job at the company you own. The company with a no fraternization policy.�
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He opens his mouth. Shuts it. Something is there. Something he wants to say.
Prompting him, I add, “Remember?”
“Yeah, I fucking do. I—” he starts, stops, starts again. “That policy doesn’t really impact us.”
I laugh. “You might be willing to break your own rules. However, I’m not.”
Clearly pissed now, he barks, “That’s not what I mean. You don’t report directly to me, so there’s technically no issue.”
“Max, come on, not for you. For me though, everyone will know and think I got the job because I’m screwing your brains out.”
He runs a hand through his sex-mussed hair. “Like I give two shits what anyone thinks.”
“You might not, but I do, so please, give me the space I need to prove myself, and then, after I have my feet on the ground, we can talk about things.”
“Fine,” he concedes, “I’ll give you until Paris. But after that you’re fair game.”
I laugh. “Fair game to be your fuck buddy? What if that’s not what I want?”
There’s a beat of silence. “That’s what I have to give. More of this,” he says, his eyes twinkling as he sprawls out his muscular arms toward the mess of pillows, messed up sheets, and broken lamp.
Tempting.
Yes.
“Fine,” I parrot, poking my finger into his wall of a hard chest. “But I dare you not to fall in love with me while we’re fuck buddies.”
His face goes pale, and he says nothing. Absolutely nothing. I want to be mortified, but I’m not because it’s the truth.
Whatever.
Chances are by Paris, this forty-eight hour torrid love affair will have faded away, and the Casanova standing beautifully naked before me will have moved on and found someone else to leave lipstick on his collar.
Just as chances are good that I’ll never get over him.
KANOODLING
The Casanovia Conquest
Breaking News
WHEN HE BROKE PROTOCOL
By Ian Wesley
Word on the street is our very naughty Prince was seen in a passionate kiss in none other than Coney Island. One of our little elves has reported the Prince was holding a woman off the ground and kissing her—in public.