by Bianca Cole
“That’s it, baby, tease all the cum from my balls. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum it will be dripping out of you for days.”
I roar as she tightens harder around me. My balls clench as they release my thick cum deep inside of her. I keep thrusting in and out, forcing every drop out and marking her as mine.
Ivy is panting and her face is flushed a beautiful shade of pink as she gazes up at me.
I shift onto my back, slipping my glistening, wet length from her messy pussy. My eyes watch as my thick white cum spills from her lips. I wrap my arms tight around her waist and pull her into me, forcing her to rest her head against my chest. Both of us are breathless and silent. My heart pounds in my ears as I hold her close.
After minutes of silence pass, she glances up at me. “That was fucking amazing.”
My lips curl into a satisfied smile. “Of course it was.” I wink. “What did you expect?”
She shakes her head and giggles sweetly. “Don’t be such a cocky asshole.”
I shift and kiss her lips. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get over it and accept that is how I am,” I tease.
I tighten my arms around her waist and shift her into my lap, sitting up to kiss her neck. She moans as her legs wrap around my waist. Her pussy settles against my dick which is swelling already. It feels so natural holding her in my arms. I don’t know what this girl has done to me. Sex is normally fucking awkward afterwards but with Ivy everything is different.
Ivy wraps her arms around my neck and gazes into my eyes. This woman has ignited something inside of me. Something I never believed I’d feel. It scares the fuck out of me.
She looks more beautiful than ever as she flicks her tongue over her swollen lips. Her cheeks are the most perfect shade of pink and her fiery red hair is messy. Ivy moves closer, kissing me tenderly. I allow my tongue to tangle with hers, intensifying the kiss.
Before I know it, she’s grinding her slippery, wet pussy all over my swollen cock. My balls ache for more.
She raises her hips, allowing my dick to spring upright. My heart skips a beat as she slides her wet heat right over the swollen head, wanting more. I groan against her soft skin as she rises and fall slowly. I’ve got a feeling we won’t get much sleep tonight.
14
Ivy
I wake the next morning to the light pouring through the floor to ceiling window of Wes’ bedroom. I roll over and settle my hand on his side of the bed. It is cold. His masculine scent still lingers on the sheets. I find myself drawing in a deep breath, savoring his scent.
The memories of the night before flood my mind. I’ve never had such a hot, passion filled night with anyone. We fucked three more times after the first, before falling asleep in a tangled mess in his bed. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Only problem is, I’m exhausted.
It was foolish not to use protection, but I’m on the pill, so I know accidental pregnancy isn’t a worry. I’ve never bypassed it with someone I’m not in a committed relationship with before, though. The heat of the moment caught me out. I can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment that he isn’t here for a repeat this morning.
My eyes scan the room and I notice a garment bag, a pair of high heel designer shoes, and a toiletry bag at the end of the bed. I push the duvet off me and swing my legs over, getting out to see what he has left for me.
I can’t understand how he got this done before I woke up. Perhaps, he has clothes and supplies stashed here ready for all the women he brings home. I can’t understand why my stomach knots at the thought. That’s what I want, isn’t it? A hot office affair with an arrogant but sexy man. No strings attached.
I shake my head and grab the toiletry bag. After last night, I’ve got to have a shower. I don’t intend to turn up at the office reeking of sex. I head for the door on the left and find a huge en-suite bathroom.
He’s got a giant two-person bathtub and a huge waterfall shower. I step inside the shower and turn on the water, letting it cascade over me. I think about Wes as I run my hands across my body, thinking of the way his touch felt. Before I know it, my whole body is aching for him.
I can’t stop thinking about how good he felt buried deep inside me. I force myself out of the shower after a while and return to the bedroom.
The garment bag catches my attention and I pull my lip between my teeth, wondering what is in there. I take out the garment. It’s a stunning navy-blue suit with a skirt. Similar to what I’d normally wear to work, but I can tell it’s expensive. The fabric feels amazing. I try it on and it fits me, before trying on the shoes which are also a perfect fit.
I glance around wondering where Wes is. The scent of strong coffee catches my attention, and I head out of his room toward the kitchen. A small woman, in her fifties, is standing in the kitchen.
“Good morning, I’m sorry I was looking for Wes.”
She turns and smiles to me. “He already left for work. I’m Heather, his cook, and he asked me to get you anything you’d like this morning.”
I stand there a moment trying to process what she just said. How the hell does he afford a cook? Wes is filthy rich beyond the normal partner at a law firm.
“Coffee?” she asks, holding out a steaming mug.
I step toward her and take it. “Thank you.” I take a long sip and sigh. It’s the best damn coffee I’ve ever tasted.
“Would you like me to cook you anything for breakfast?” she asks. “I can make you some pancakes.”
My stomach rumbles in agreement. “Sure, I’d like that.”
She smiles at me and turns her attention to whipping up some pancakes. I sit in comfortable silence, watching her work and sipping my coffee.
Once ready she sets them in front of me. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I glance up at the woman. “Can I ask you a question?”
She nods.
“How does Wes have all of this?” I glance around at the apartment. “I know my father’s firm pays well, but not this well.”
Her lips play into a slight smirk. “You don’t know who Wes Peterson is?”
I shake my head. “What do you mean?”
She pats my hand. “Perhaps that’s a question you should ask Wes, dear.”
I sigh. I’m not sure I want to ask him. It’s best to keep things about the sex and not our personal lives. I dig into the pancakes as Heather busies herself cleaning the kitchen. They are the best pancakes I’ve ever had. I think I need to steal his cook, not that I could afford her. Maybe he would lend her to me for a while.
As I contemplate asking him, Heather turns around and speaks, “It’s nice to see Wes has a woman over. It’s the first time.”
My brow furrows. “Hasn’t Wes only just moved here though?”
She nods. “Yes, he brought me with him from New York.”
My eyes widen as I chew the last bit of my pancakes. Heather steps forward and grabs the plate and cutlery from me. “Now, you don’t want to be late for work.”
I nod absentmindedly. Still bowled over by the news that Wes never has women sleep over at his place. I clear my throat. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you worked for Wes?”
She turns and smiles. “It will be coming up to ten years the end of July.”
I almost choke on my coffee. “And, in all that time you’ve never seen him have a woman stay over?”
She shakes her head. “No. You’re the first.”
A strange fluttering in my stomach ensues. Is this just sex for Wes? If she is right, and I’m the first woman he has ever allowed to sleep over, why? The night was more intense and passionate than I’ve ever had with anyone before, but I assumed that was rooted in the fact it is forbidden and against the rules. The risk made it hotter, but is it possible Wes feels something for me?
I push the notion from my mind. It’s a stupid one.
“Now dear, you best get going if you want to make it to work on time.” Heather stares at me. “Wes informed his
driver to wait for you out front and take you in.”
I smile, standing. “Thank you for the breakfast.”
She nods. “It was nothing. Have a lovely day, dear.”
“You too.” I step toward the elevator and tap my foot waiting for it to arrive.
A ding sounds and I get in. My mind is reeling with so many questions. Questions about who the hell Wes is and how he has so much money. Questions about his feelings toward me. Especially if it’s true and I’m the first woman to sleep over in the ten years since Heather has worked for him.
I should head into work, but I know there’s no point. I won’t get anything done. Instead, I text my dad to let him know I’m not feeling great and I’ll be working from home. He may not like it, as I’ve been working from home a lot this week, but I don’t care. The thought of seeing Wes around the office after last night makes me hot with embarrassment.
Even though I won’t be in the office, I have a feeling it’s going to be impossible to focus on anything other than Wes.
15
Wes
A hot, possessive heat is consuming my entire body as I wait. I’m sitting in the conference room, rapping my fingers against the table, waiting for her. I haven’t seen Ivy since Friday morning when I left her sleeping in my bed. That was three days ago. I’m going out of my mind to see her again, but she didn’t come into work that Friday.
Normally, I never want to see the women I sleep with again. Ivy is different. She’s the exception to the rules. The first woman I’ve ever let sleep over at my place. There’s one thing I’m certain of ever since we slept together. She’s mine. I’ve claimed her and I’m not letting another man go near her. Ivy is what I want and I always get what I want.
What the hell has she done to me?
The swing of the door opening pulls me from my thoughts and my head snaps up. My stomach dips as the accountant, Roger, walk in and sits down at his seat—not Ivy.
The danger of wanting her doesn’t seem to matter anymore. Sure, her father could ruin my entire career, but I don’t care. She’s all that matters. She’s the one woman I’m not allowed, but she’s all I want.
I glance at the clock. Two minutes until the meeting starts, and she’s not here yet. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching this girl since I started here at the Heisman firm, it’s that she’s always early. Where the hell is she?
I grind my teeth together and tap my foot against the floor. It feels like I will lose my mind if I don’t see her.
The whoosh of the door opening again draws my eyes up. The tension eases from my shoulders as my eyes land on her. She’s as beautiful as ever. Her fiery red hair falling over her shoulders in natural curves and her eyes twinkling in the bright light of the room.
Those eyes meet mine for a beat, but she looks away. I have to stifle a growl rising in my chest as she takes a seat as far away from me as possible. She’s avoiding me. I grind my teeth together and clench my fists. It’s all I can do to stop myself from grabbing her out of her seat and pushing her against the wall right here.
Arthur, a senior partner at the firm, clears his throat. “Thank you for being here on time. I’d like to discuss…”
That’s all I hear before I zone out. My eyes glued to Ivy. The hot possessiveness that had been clawing at me ever since I made her mine intensifies. She looks like a goddamn angel, sitting there with her cheeks flushed and her lips pursed against the end of the pen in her hands.
I feel my cock thicken and throb at the memory of those perfect, pouty lips wrapped around my swollen crown as she tasted me. I groan internally. My precum soaking into my boxers as I keep my eyes on her.
She shifts and writes notes on her notepad as Arthur speaks. She’s the only one writing notes, and it’s so damn cute. I’ve been staring at her and she still won’t meet my gaze. I know how obvious I’m being, but I don’t give a shit. Ivy’s mine and I want everyone to know it.
Before long, Arthur’s wrapping things up and I haven’t heard a damn word he said the entire time. “Thanks to all of you for being here. We’ll catch up on this again soon.” He claps his hands together.
Everyone stands from their seats, except me. I watch Ivy as she packs away her notepad. Everyone else has left by the time she’s slung her bag over her shoulder. The two of us are alone. My dick pulses at the thought. I stand from my seat and walk toward her. She whirls around, not looking at me, and heads for the door without a word.
I rush after her and pin her against the door before she can yank it open. “Why are you ignoring me,” I growl into her ear.
She trembles against me. “The most important rule,” she gasps out, licking her bottom lip. “Be totally professional while at work.” She ducks under my arm and yanks the door open, escaping from me. Her hips and ass sway as she walks away.
I growl and then storm after her. Every two strides she takes, I cover in one. She’s heading straight for her office.
Perfect.
I follow her down the hallway. She picks up the pace, glancing over her shoulder at me. An exciting thrill runs through me as I chase her down. She may think she’s in control here, but I intend to show her just how out of control I can make her. She can’t walk away from me like that. As if this means nothing.
Isn’t that what I wanted?
Fuck.
What is wrong with me?
She rounds the corner and by the time I make it to her door, it’s shut—but not locked. I smile to myself. If she wanted to keep me out, she would have locked it. I grab the doorknob and swing it open without knocking.
She gasps as I throw the door open, slamming it and turning the lock behind me. I slowly turn to face her. Ivy’s already sat behind her desk. Her face is pink and flushed in the most delicious way and she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. The heat in her eyes makes the aching need for her almost painful.
I had to see her. I had to touch her. A mind-numbing need to be near her has ruled me ever since we met.
She clears her throat, tucking a loose strand of red-hair behind her ear. “Mr. Peterson, how can I help you?”
I growl a low throaty noise that makes her flinch in her seat. “You know what I want.”
Her eyes widen and she glances down at her desk, turning redder by the second. “We agreed to keep this strictly—”
Before I can reconsider what I’m doing, I’ve stormed over to her side of her desk. My arms wrap around her curvy waist and I pull her into me possessively. Our lips crashing in a hard, bruising kiss. She melts in my arms, moaning into my mouth and locking her hands around my neck.
The echo of footsteps outside the door has her trying to move away but I hold her tight. “I’ve locked the door,” I whisper into her ear.
Her fiery eyes meet mine with a mix of longing and uncertainty. “We aren’t supposed to—”
I silence her with a hard kiss, forcing her to moan into my mouth, again. My arms tighten around her waist, and I hoist her onto the edge of her desk.
She gasps as my hands snake up her bare thighs, pushing her tight as fuck skirt up to her hips to reveal her soaking wet panties. “You’re so fucking naughty, Miss Heisman. Your panties are soaked right through,” I groan, rubbing my fingers through the wet cotton.
She bites her lip to stop from crying out. I kiss her neck and below her ear, making her tremble and moan. Her hands grip onto my strong shoulders and she pushes lightly. “Wes.” Her voice is sterner. “We agreed we wouldn’t do this here, at work.”
“I locked the door, baby, no one will catch us.”
She opens her mouth to reply, but I kiss her again. My tongue darting against her own, teasing and tasting her. I’ll never get enough of Ivy. Never. She melts again and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
I part her legs with my knees, pushing my body between her thighs and grinding every inch against her. She gasps my name, “Wes.”
I drop to my knees in front of her and her eyes go wide. Her thong barely c
overs that perfect glistening pink pussy nestled between her thighs. I groan, as I trace my fingers up her creamy soft skin and then hook them under the thin strip of fabric and push it aside. Her slippery wetness coating my fingers before I’ve touched her. Slowly, I trace the outer lips of her pussy with my finger, teasing around her throbbing, hard clit.
She moans loud and then clasps her own hand over her mouth.
I smile at her as she stares down at me. “That’s it, baby, moan for me while I make this pretty little pussy come, here in your office.”
She stifles her moans with her hand. I slide one finger deep inside of her and she bucks against me. I lower my mouth closer to her, ready to taste her sweet juices again, allowing my breath to tease over her clit.
“Please, Wes…” she begs.
I raise an eyebrow and look up at her. “What do you want, Ivy?
She groans, biting her bottom lip. “Your tongue on me,” she hisses.
I chuckle and then move my lips closer, clamping them down around her clit. She bucks wildly as I circle her clit with my tongue and then drag the tip of it right down between her wet lips, tasting her. I can’t get enough of how sweet she tastes. I grab hold of her thighs and push her further onto the desk so I can see her tight little asshole. My tongue teases over the tight ring of muscles and she gasps.
Slowly, I drag the tip of my tongue back through her slit and delve inside of her lips, tasting her more deeply. She squirms above me, moaning.
It feels like I’ve been spiraling out of control for the past three days, and finally I’m grounded again. With Ivy here, squirming above me, I feel sane.
I return my tongue to her clit, circling the tip around her hard-throbbing nub, before grazing it with my teeth. Ivy moans loudly and then claps her hand over her mouth, making me smile. She bites her full bottom lip between her teeth, wrestling with the need to stay in control and the desire to give in and submit to me like she did at my apartment.