by J. P. James
“I told you I was in a meeting,” he growls.
Jimmy looks like he’s going to pee his pants, the poor kid.
“I know, sir, and I’m sorry. Your 2 o’clock meeting needs to be rescheduled. When you’re free, I need to sit down with you.” Jimmy looks like he wants to say more, but he just bites his tongue. Mr. King lets a sharp breath out.
“I’ll find you when I’m done. Now leave,” Mr. King grunts.
I stand, and Mr. King shoots me an apprehensive glance. I take a ten dollar bill from my pocket and hand it to Jimmy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jimmy. I’m Chase Adams; I work upstairs. Listen, my intern’s name is Lyla Burman. I told her I’d buy her coffee today, but it looks like I’ll be pretty busy. Would you guys buy yourselves coffee? My treat.” Mr. King smiles as Jimmy takes the cash.
“Wow! Thank you, Mr. Adams,” he says with a glowing smile. Jimmy looks at me like I’m a god. Honestly, I just want him to leave as much as Mr. King does.
“Please, call me Chase,” I say. I smile at him, and he looks at me like how Dobby must look at Harry Potter.
Jimmy then excuses himself and closes the door behind him. I turn back to my bemused, not so mysterious anymore, man.
“You surprise me, Mr. Adams,” he remarks.
“You don’t know anything about me, Mr. King. How can I surprise you?” I ask. I see his eyes burn. Even BJ never looked at me with such hunger. His desire feeds my own.
“Please, call me Blake. I’d like to get to know you, if you’ll let me,” he says. My knees give a little, and my head feels faint. Then, just as quickly, a wash of guilt comes over me.
“I have a boyfriend,” I say stiffly, even though I know it’s not true. Still, something about the statement feels accurate. I certainly don’t feel single, at least, not yet. After all, it’s the day after our break up. Isn’t it too soon to see someone else? Even though BJ was a jerk last night, I had genuine feelings for him. Am I betraying those emotions now?
Mr. King eases up, softening his gaze. “Ah. I see. Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. Last night, I thought I saw something in your eyes.” His admission strikes a nerve. I catch my next breath in my throat.
“What did you see?” I wonder. Can he read my mind?
His jaw clenches, and he waits a moment to answer, like he’s choosing his words carefully. “An invitation, or maybe that’s my wishful thinking. Perhaps…curiosity?” he says, stoking the fire inside of me.
I consider this, and within seconds, I know he’s right.
“I was curious,” I admit, my blood boiling under my skin. Something comes over me as I walk away from him and to the windows. “I am curious,” I correct myself.
I straighten a bit, catching those blue eyes with mine. I don’t know where this will take me, but I want to make sure I have his attention. Then again, what if BJ comes back and apologizes? What am I doing flirting with a man twice my age?
I stop at the window and look out on the street below. “BJ and I broke up last night. I think it was a long time coming, but it still shocked me,” I confess. I spin around just in time to see Blake yank his gaze off of my ass and back up to my face.
“Maybe we can go to lunch,” I offer. Mr. King moves across the room to stand behind me. He’s close, really close. He points at the horizon.
“There is a nice Sichuan restaurant a few blocks away,” he murmurs, his hot breath trailing my skin.
I mull over the possibility, aware of how near this man is. I can feel heat radiating from his big body. Plus, lunch would be nice. I could get to know Blake better before I decide what we’re doing.
However, a hot rush of lust courses through me then. I feel myself yielding to an animal attraction I’ve never felt before. A fight-or-flight response tells me to either jump on top of him or jump from this window.
The billionaire turns to me impatiently, and we lock eyes. I can’t muster a word, and neither can he, so instead, he strides back to the door and locks it. He turns back to face me from across the room.
“Then again, I don’t think I can wait for lunch,” he groans. Like magnets drawn to one another, we move quickly toward each other, meeting at the edge of the table.
He swoops in, reaching for my waist. I place my arms on those huge biceps, steadying myself under him as he pulls me into a fervent kiss. His tongue tastes sweet and rich, and I want my tongue all over his. Unable to control myself, I moan into his mouth. He chuckles deeply as his tongue retreats and he lifts himself away.
“I’ve never met someone like you, so feisty and intelligent,” he groans as he undoes the top button on my dress shirt and kisses the bronze of my throat. My body sings a wild tune. I can’t make sense of what’s happening, and I no longer want to try. From the first passionate kiss, I feel my orgasm start to build.
I reach for his cock, but just as I grab him, he steps back and faces me. “What’s wrong? Too fast?” I ask, giggling like a school girl. He puts his hands on my waist and whips me around.
“Not at all. I’m just glad this room is soundproof,” he growls.
His hands are strong on my backside, and I can’t get enough of it. He’s so powerful and hungry that I’d do anything to sate his appetite.
His hands move from my bottom up to my back and down again, massaging and rubbing the length of me. With a steady shove, he pushes my top half over the conference room table so that I’m bent over in front of him, barely on my tiptoes.
Earlier, this was a vague and wild fantasy; now, I’m on the verge of complete submission to a primal urge. I pull my jacket off and throw it farther down the table.
“Mr. Adams, did I say you could take off your clothes?” he whispers. I didn’t think I would like domination, but letting Blake have control sends my need through the roof.
“No,” I reply. He smacks my ass, and I cry out for more.
“Unbutton the rest of your shirt,” he commands. I do as I’m told. The moment the white material hits the floor, his hands massage the length of my back, sure and strong. It feels so good. His grip is warm as he lovingly caresses the smooth skin before his hands go around to finger my nipples. I draw in a sharp intake of breath as the CEO grinds himself into my rear; I can feel his erection stiffen against me.
“I want to touch every plane on your body,” he says.
“Your hands feel amazing. Touch me wherever you want,” I moan back to him.
He moves his hands off my nipples and down to my pants before pulling my pants down to my ankles. Oh shit. My bottom is completely exposed to him.
I have a sculpted derrière, but I’m still self-conscious when anyone sees it full on. My shyness dissipates when Blake growls with delight behind me. He grabs both of my cheeks, lifting and pulling at my juicy ass, before he smacks both cheeks firmly.
“Ow!” I yelp. Then I look back at him and smile.
My ass stings, but I love it. His hands are ruthless. My bottom feels tender. The prickles dart from my ass straight to my cock. The sensation makes me moan with pleasure.
He fondles me, and I writhe before him. I squirm, but I can barely move. His hands are strong and demanding.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says.
“I wouldn’t even if I could,” I tell him. He smacks my ass again, and I rear my head like a stallion.
He needs my body, and I want to give it to him. I want him to have his way with me.
Blake’s hands move to my hot rod. My head spins off its rocker. His index finger lightly traces the tip of my cock, sampling the slick stream of pre-cum leaking from the head. I grab the table and jerk my head back. Another finger joins his caress, and before long, he fists my cock in his hand, making me beg for more. I moan in a trance, under Blake’s power.
My body go berserk. He is unlike any guy I’ve ever met. He isn’t a tease. When he wants something, he takes it, and the rush is amazing. I moan again from the sensations emanating from my cock.
“Oh god!” I cry out
as I press backwards into him. I’m already breathless, and we’ve just gotten started.
“You’re very hard, Mr. Adams. I’m glad,” he leans forward and murmurs into my ear. His breath on my neck shoots more pins and needles down my spine.
He kisses my back as he strokes up and down in a steady motion. There’s a delicious squelching sound from the gallons of pre-cum I’m leaking. Seriously, how could I not be turned on? I haven’t felt this sexy, this desirable, in months. I didn’t realize how much I was missing. I need every inch of this man.
He pushes his hips into me. Feeling the bulge of his cock, I can’t wait any longer. “Do it. Please, Blake,” I beg him.
“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he asks, sounding pleased with himself.
I groan and push myself harder against him. “I need you. Please,” I beg again.
If I wait any longer, I’ll implode. My mind spirals through an intergalactic frenzy. Suddenly, he tightens his grip around my cock and begins stroking harder and faster. My pleasure starts to climb higher as I cry out for more. My fire burns fast and quick. I need his body to give me the answer I’m looking for.
Suddenly, I feel his wet hand on my bottom as he confidently edges his finger into my asshole. It’s just the tip of his digit, but I cry out in shock. Oh my god. The assplay feels so good.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I cry out. My eyes are bulging out of my head as my head spins with ecstasy. His finger stays where it is.
He growls into my ear, “Every part of you belongs to me. Including right here, and I need to stretch it a little first.”
With that, he wiggles his finger a little as my asshole clamps down in surprise. What the hell? But it feels so good too, and before I know it, I’m moaning feverishly as he fingers my most secret spot. Oh god, I’m such a slut. I’m letting a much-older man that I barely even know run his digit into my anus. Plus, I’m loving every second of it. What have I become?
But I need more than just some finger play. After he slides his finger out, I moan again before twisting around to face him. And this time, Blake obliges me. He lifts my thighs so that my legs wrap around his hips.
“Please, give it to me,” I continue to beg as I reach for his erection. He unzips, and I see it then. I go completely still. Oh god. He’s got to be at least ten inches fully engorged. My eyes go wide. No wonder he wanted to stretch me out first. All of the boys I’ve had in the past were about half that, or even a third sometimes. How in the world will this monster fit in my ass?
But Blake, seeing my trepidation, chuckles reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he growls. “You’re young, and you’re elastic. Trust me on that one.”
Slowly, he teases the tip up and down my brown pucker. I moan, unable to tear my eyes from the dirty sight. Oh god, my hole literally contracts as his penis grazes over it, trying to pull him in.
“Please,” I pant, shifting my hips toward him like the greedy slut I am. “Please, put it in.”
And with a growl, Blake nudges my pleats and slips his dick in an inch or two. I throw my head back. Oh fuck! He’s so enormous; I feel like I have a soda can pushing between my ass cheeks.
But the billionaire is used to breaking men in. He leans forward, licking lightly at my bronzed throat.
“Just relax,” he murmurs while sucking on a stiff nipple. “Relax, baby, and it’ll be much easier.”
I squeeze my eyes shut even as the cream begins to flow from the tip of my dick. Slowly, he edges in even more, that monster squeezing insistently into my tight brown channel.
“Unnnh,” I moan, lifting my knees slightly to help dull the ache. “Oh god.”
“Almost there,” he rasps before sliding a hand down to stroke against my cock. “Atta boy.”
The light brush against my hard rod does it. A hot rush of liquid gushes from the tip of my pole, and at the same time, he slips all ten inches of his cock into my anal passage.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he rasps. “Like a fucking vise.”
I concentrate on where our bodies are joined, my lungs heaving mightily.
“I don’t think I can move,” is my helpless gasp. “You’re too big.” But Blake’s on it.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to move. I’ve got this one hundred percent,” he growls like a rabid dog.
With that, he begins to shift in me. Just a little at first. He pushes in and then slides out. Then in a little more, then out a little more. I call out with ecstasy, loving the ride because it feels like I’m strapped to a rocket ship. My mind flies past stars and comets toward bigger and better things. I am on another level, flying somewhere above my body. Like a supernova, my climax comes like a titanic explosion, my rod jetting hot sperm all over my chest and stomach.
“Oh god!” is my breathy moan. “Fuuuuck.”
Yet Blake continues to thrust through my orgasm until I explode again, the second orgasm riding on the heels of the first. It feels so good as my asshole clamps and sizzles on that hot rod.
But this time, the spasms get to him as well, and Blake hurtles over the edge, blasting me with sweet, hot sperm. Lash after lash of virile semen spurt into my tight interior as my bottom milks him hard, draining his balls of every last drop.
“Fuck,” he grunts, dropping his forehead so that it meets my damp one. “You’re amazing.”
I want to say something in return, but Blake seizes my mouth in a hot, thrilling kiss and then does something so dirty that I gasp. He pulls out, his glistening member reappearing from between my swollen pleats, and then drops to his knees and presses his mouth to my dripping anus.
“Shit,” he growls. “Sperm always tastes best when it’s leaking from a man’s ass.”
Oh god, is this really happening? Did I just let a man that I hardly know make love to me? Did I just let him pound me without protection and then kiss my dripping asshole while tasting his own creampie?
But it’s true. Blake King did all of this, and I adored every second of the ride.
6
Chase
I used to know who I was, but that was before I made love to billionaire Blake King. That was only eight hours ago at the office. Now that the day is over, I’m just sitting on the couch at my apartment. I look down at my toes and wriggle them, wondering if I’m in some weird, day-long dream.
I used to hear people say how so much can change in a day, and I thought they were full of it. It’s romantic to think my entire world can shift so much in a matter of hours; it sounds like something out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. But I never seriously believed it could happen. Call me a pessimist or a wet blanket, but there was absolutely no convincing me that my world could shift after a chance encounter.
But look what’s happened. Last night, I was sitting right here in this exact spot, dreaming about a mystery man that I was sure I’d never see again. Hell, in the last 24 hours, I went from being in a happy relationship to being painfully single. I was heartbroken and in tears, but nothing about who I was fundamentally changed. I guess I’ve seen the light. It’s only been eight hours, not even an entire day yet, and everything I know about my life has shifted.
Cut to tonight. I’m staring out the same window and looking at the same streetlights. Instead of daydreaming about an imaginary love affair, though, I’m reeling over what I did at work. I’m Chase Adams. I’m a dweeb, and I love news and food and travel; there’s nothing truly exciting about me. Except that now, I’m the man who’s had an affair with his boss. The most shocking part is that it feels like me. Now more than ever, I feel like the real Chase Adams, and I’m both intoxicated and shocked by what I’ve done.
I broke about a dozen workplace regulations today, yet all I can think about is when we can do it again. Blake’s touch completely overwhelms me. I can’t get enough.
It was amazing having a gorgeous man taking control of my body and then giving me all of the pleasure I never knew to ask for. The way he touched me? The way he stretched my ass w
ith his fingers and then with his dick was so right. I want him to do it again, as soon as possible. If he walked through my door right now, I would drop my pants and surrender to every desire. I’m shocked at myself, even embarrassed. The dirty, horny thoughts racing through my mind are nastier than any porno and excite me to no end. I feel like Jekyll and Hyde. A tramp and an innocent in the same body.
But the more I think about Blake, the more I want to know about him. I’ve never once been curious about the owner of the Post before. I assumed he was some decrepit figurehead that only mattered as far as day-to-day operations go. But not only is the owner truly an important asset to the company, but he’s also the most beautiful and formidable man I’ve ever met. His skill is unmatched, and I’m not just talking about his business practices. His sexual prowess is unrivaled, and I want him to challenge my body again and again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His talents keep my mind dirty and my cock hard. My body shivers just thinking about him. I feel giddy with anticipation.
“I’ve got it! I’ll follow up on the Parks Police,” I say as the thought pierces through the cloud of sexual fantasy.
I scramble for my pen and pad and scribble down another pitch for the editors.
Since this morning, not only has my libido gone through the roof, but pitches keep coming to me left and right. My day has been a brainstorm paradise. I’m happy Lyla shoved a pen and pad in my hands this morning. It’s been glued to me all day, and I’ve filled pages and pages with new ideas that should keep me busy for the rest of the year. The flood of thoughts keep coming as I sit here thinking about Blake.
Our tryst has me feeling indestructible. I’m like a tank storming through rebel territory. I don’t know where this encounter with Blake will take us, but I’m not worried about that right now. It’s not like me to not think about the future, but I just want to enjoy the ride right now. I’m not just aroused; I feel ready to conquer the world.