Anything You Say: An Enemies to Lovers Standalone Romance

by Chloe Finch

  Zach

  Oh, how he loved to watch Grace squirm under his touch. Totally helpless and at his mercy. He wanted to consume her. Use her. Put his mouth on every inch of her. He couldn’t wait to get her off. But not yet. He wanted to draw it out, enjoy himself a little more.

  He broke the kiss and slowed the pace of his fingers inside her.

  “Tell me about the last time you masturbated,” he said.

  “Um.” She was having trouble concentrating. It was so damn hot to watch her struggle. He put his thumb on her clit, and she blinked, her eyes glassy.

  “Come on,” He taunted. “Answer the question, Gracie.”

  “After the other day,” she said, embarrassed. “When we kissed.”

  Fuck yeah. As if his ego needed to get any bigger. He had known she was into it, the other day in the conference room, but the fact that she got off thinking about it? Perfection. His cock was in physical pain he was so turned on.

  “Tell me how you got yourself off.”

  “I, um—well I was thinking about us,” she started. He stroked the inside of her pussy, massaged her clit in little circles. She screwed her eyes shut like she was thinking hard, her hips moving in time with his fingers inside her.

  “And I was touching myself, thinking about…uh…”

  “With your hand?”

  “What?”

  “Were you touching yourself with your hand or something else?” He was toying with her, just like at work. Only this time it was a hell of a lot more fun. She usually didn’t have this much trouble stringing together a sentence.

  “Yeah,” she breathed. “My hand.”

  “Inside your pussy or on your clit?” He slipped another finger inside her, and she moaned. Her hips started moving against his fingers more urgently. He put his free hand on her hip, holding her down against the desk. He wasn’t about to let her get herself off ahead of time.

  “Both.”

  “What were you thinking about? Be specific, Gracie.”

  She hesitated a moment, and then it spilled out. “I was thinking about what it’d be like to have sex with you.”

  Power shot through his veins like electricity. She’d touched herself thinking about his cock. His dick was going to explode if he didn’t come soon.

  “What a coincidence,” he said. “Because I jerked to that thought so hard I almost broke my cock off.” Her face reddened and he was reminded just how innocent she was. Oh how he loved to make her uncomfortable.

  He dipped his head to her breast and sucked on it through her shirt. She trembled at his touch, and he felt like the king of the universe. He stroked her pussy from the inside, worshipped it from the outside, and she could hardly stand it.

  It was like he had her in a trance. His little puppet. He could make her feel any way he wanted. Could bring her to a thunderous orgasm, or stop and leave her a horny mess. Could go back to spanking her, make her beg for mercy. Or beg to let her come. The possibilities were all so delicious. But she’d been so good, he wanted to make sure she was properly rewarded.

  “Come for me, Gracie” he murmured.

  And just like that, she came in a fucking glorious way. Her entire body went rigid, and she cried out, breathless. Her pussy pulsed on his hand like a beating heart. Then she relaxed, coming down slowly, breathing heavy and ragged. It was everything he wanted, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

  He unzipped his pants, and she startled at the sight of his cock. She began to sit up.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, before she could ask. “I don’t need help. Just show me those beautiful tits.”

  Obviously he wanted to fuck her, but not now. Not yet. He had no doubt that he would take everything from her. Claim every inch of her. But all in due time.

  She relaxed and unbuttoned her top as instructed. He loved bossing her around. She was wearing a fine-mesh bra that matched her underwear. A little wisp of a thing that was barely there, her little hard nipples visible through the mesh. They were fucking perfect.

  He pumped his hand up and down his cock and moved close to her.

  “Touch them,” he said, his voice rough.

  She obeyed, pinching and squeezing her nipples through the bra. Seeing them straining against the fabric was even hotter than if they were bare.

  That was all it took. The edges of everything bent as he fell over the edge of orgasm. The world fell away, and there was only pleasure. Only feeling. He came all over her chest. When he could see straight again, he admired her pretty bra, covered in his cum. He smeared some across her nipple, and it caught in the mesh. He savored how dirty it was, how she wouldn’t be able to clean up properly until she got home.

  She was smiling up at him with the sweetest expression, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her like this. He could kiss the ground she walked on. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Lovingly. Nothing like the punishing kiss he wanted to crush her with before. He zipped up his pants.

  She was perched on the edge of his desk with her shirt still open. She looked down at her chest, studying the cum like a new discovery. Zach grabbed the clean handkerchief from his pocket to hand to her. She didn’t notice. She smeared a little blob of cum on her finger and eyed it curiously, then brought it to her mouth and licked it off.

  “Holy fuck,” he said, raking a hand over his face.

  She looked up at him in surprise. “What?”

  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

  She looked at the cum on her finger again, then looked at him and smiled proudly, like she got an A on a test.

  He leaned over and wiped the cum off her chest with his handkerchief.

  “You good?” He wanted to make sure she had as much fun as he did. As it looked like she did.

  “Really good,” she said. She stood and began straightening herself up.

  “Good. Let’s get out of the damn office. This is the last place we should be.” He opened the door for her.

  “Where to?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He slapped her ass on the way out the door.

  Chapter Six

  Grace

  Grace’s heart was beating a mile a minute. Did that really just happen? Did she really just let Zach spank her like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey and then finger her? In his office?

  Zach. Even just thinking his name made her weirdly giddy. And now she was following him down the elevator to the parking garage.

  She hadn’t had this much fun with a guy in…ever. Years of keeping her head down and pursuing GiveAnalytics single-mindedly hadn’t left much room for sex and relationships. Even since the company collapsed, she’d been so guilt-riddled and focused on work she hadn’t been dating at all. Now she felt weightless, feet hovering off the ground.

  Despite her lack of experience, she’d always wanted to try the kinkier side of sex. It was something she thought she’d take to her grave. It’s not like it would be easy to tell someone hi, please beat me up when we have sex. Rather, best to hide it deep down and try not to think about it too much—except when she masturbated and could only come when she thought about scenarios involving her being tied up and having horrible things done to her. That was the other part of the fantasy she hadn’t told Zach. It wasn’t just about having sex with him.

  Something fundamentally changed with the first chance she had to act out anything like her fantasies. It had gone from theory to reality. And it was better than she could have imagined. Zach had just brought her to the most intense orgasm of her life and they hadn’t even had sex.

  Maybe he saw it in her, that she wanted to be handled roughly, needed him to be in control. Or maybe she was reading into all of it too much in the post-orgasm glow and he was still just a jerk who saw her as someone to fuck and boss around and rough up without complaining too much.

  At least he focused the whole experience on her, which seemed like a good sign.

  He led her down a row in the parking garage and then a
round a corner.

  “I didn’t know you had a car,” she said.

  “I do, but that’s not what I’ve got today.” At the end of the row was a motorcycle. Of course he had a motorcycle. It was black and white, the kind that looked fast. Like what the bad guy in a Japanese action movie would ride.

  Then the practical issue dawned on her. “I’m wearing a skirt,” she said. A tight skirt. She couldn’t straddle the bike without flashing the entire city. There was no way to ride a motorcycle sidesaddle.

  He was unconcerned, popping the seat up and pulling two helmets out of the storage compartment. “Come on, Gracie, live a little,” he said. “I want to see your skirt hiked up to your hips and feel your wet pussy against my back.”

  Her cheeks reddened at that, but she couldn’t shake the practical considerations. She’d never ridden a motorcycle, and had some vague notion about needing leather pants.

  “Isn’t that dangerous?”

  “Probably,” he said with a smirk. He handed her a helmet and got on the bike. “If there’s anything I’ve learned in twenty-nine years on this earth, it’s that life is dangerous, sweetheart. You’re welcome to get on the train home — I hope you know I’m not stopping you— and spend the rest of your afternoon crocheting or whatever it is you do for fun. Or you can say ‘fuck it’ and live a little. You can hike up that hot little skirt and climb on the back of the bike and trust that I won’t kill us both. And decide that maybe going with me and having another earth-shattering orgasm or two is better than whatever else you were going to do this afternoon.”

  His confidence was dizzying. She put the helmet on.

  The guys Grace had dated before were the soft, intellectual type. Guys from classes at Cornell or met on a brief stint on Tinder. There was this one guy she’d gone on a handful of dates with—Brian? Or was it Ryan?—a timid TA from Canada with an accent like Bullwinkle. He was cute in his profile pictures, with a beard and flannel shirt and glasses like an intellectual lumberjack. But the conversations on their dates were stilted and forced, even though it was about intellectual topics she thought she would find stimulating. Turns out De Tocqueville was as erotic as dry toast.

  Brian/Ryan walked her home after each date. At her doorstep, the moment that a kiss was all but inevitable, searching each other’s eyes for a signal, she leaned in to kiss him at the exact moment he began to say, “Can I kiss you?” The latter half of the sentence was smothered against her lips, but he finished it anyways. It would have been almost cute if it happened once, but this exact scenario played out three separate times. Each time it happened, he looked as shocked as if the mailbox had jumped off the wall and started doing the cancan. And each time while he stood there stuttering, she slipped inside, not holding the door for him.

  Then there was Zach. Zach, starting the engine of the motorcycle. Zach with the black eye, wearing a suit on a Saturday. Zach the asshole. The opposite of everything she thought she wanted. Arrogant and power-hungry. Selfish even. Definitely not nice. Completely reckless. And really, really hot.

  Which she was quickly learning might be exactly her type.

  She was grateful the helmet was the full-face kind. At least no one could look her in the eye. Her skirt was all bunched up around her waist, and she must look utterly ridiculous. She wrapped her arms around Zach’s waist and could feel his hard muscles under the thin linen jacket. It was oddly intimate, hanging on to him, quite literally, for dear life.

  The way the seat was tilted slightly forward, there was no way to avoid her underwear pressing up against his back. When she climbed on, she tried to brace herself to avoid direct contact, but it was no use. She gave up before they even made it out of the parking garage. She was so wet from earlier it might legitimately leave a damp spot on his suit, but there was no way around it except to hope he didn’t notice.

  Just as they were pulling out of the garage, a white van came out of nowhere and stopped right in front of them. Zach swerved and they narrowly avoided collision. He flipped off the driver as they peeled past. It was terrifying to be on a motorcycle in the city. The aggressive drivers were bad enough in a car, and it was infinitely worse totally exposed like this. Zach weaved in and out of traffic so much she was suspicious he was doing it intentionally just to scare her. She squeezed her arms tighter and even shut her eyes a couple of times when it seemed inevitable they were going to die. Then one final turn and they were on the bridge toward Long Island and she could breathe again.

  The highway was a different kind of thrill. No longer concerned with a cab swerving in front of them, she was secure enough to loosen the death grip on Zach’s waist by a smidge, but it was too easy to get comfortable. Every few minutes she remembered with a jolt that she was on the back of a motorcycle with nothing protecting her from the road. With bare legs, no less. And if the speedometer was to be believed, verging on eighty miles per hour.

  Around them, the city gave way to the uniform suburbs of Long Island. One town after another zipped by with no discernible boundary other than the sign announcing each one. After a while, the houses got farther apart until the suburbs broke through to actual farmland. Sometime later they pulled off the highway to a smaller rural road. After the incessant roar of wind on the highway, it was shockingly quiet.

  “Where are we?” She asked. They had parked in a small, deserted lot. She took the helmet off and ran a hand through her hair, hoping the helmet didn’t mash it down too much.

  Zach held out a hand to help her off. His hair was all messed up, and his eyes were bright, excited.

  “You’ll see,” he said.

  She straightened her skirt, her legs aching from straddling the bike.

  He led her down a short, narrow path overgrown with brush, and they popped out on a little beach on the other side with a single rotting picnic table. The beach was surrounded on three sides by thick, scrubby forest that led right up to the water. It was totally secluded.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said. “How’d you find it?”

  “No more questions.”

  He took off his suit jacket and laid it on the picnic table.

  “Sit,” he ordered. She was annoyed at the commands but hopped up on the picnic table anyway. “I know you’ve been ruining this jacket, getting it soaking wet the whole ride out here, and now I’m going to make sure it was worth it.” So he did notice.

  He pushed her shoulder so she was lying flat on her back, and her heartbeat quickened.

  “Isn’t this kind of public?” She said. Even though she was excited, she couldn’t turn her brain off.

  “That’s part of the fun.” He pulled her underwear off and hiked her skirt up once more.

  “Yeah, but aren’t you afraid someone will show up here?”

  “They won’t. I’ve never seen another soul here.” He put a hand between her legs, and she shuddered at his touch.

  She couldn’t let it go. She wasn’t trying to ruin the mood, but it seemed like he hadn’t thought this through. The idea that some unsuspecting family could arrive at any moment filled her with dread. “That doesn’t mean it’s impossible for someone to show up though,” she said.

  “Be quiet, Gracie,” he said firmly. “I’ve got it. Let go.”

  It hadn’t occurred to her that she didn’t have to worry about it. It was as if her thinking about the possibilities was the very thing that would ward off any strangers catching them. She took a deep breath and nodded. It was difficult to relax, right up until he put his head between her legs.

  He sucked gently on her clit like a juicy peach. It was pure sensation, a sweet, unbearable pull from deep inside. She jerked involuntarily at the intensity of it, and he pinned her down, holding her hips against the table. His tongue ran from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit and back, lapping, sucking. It was beautiful torture.

  “Oh my god, Zach,” she whispered.

  “That’s right,” he murmured. “Say my fucking name. I want to hear you scream it.”

>   She shuddered at the cool sea breeze rolling off the ocean lapping at her bare ass. It was cool despite the warm sun, and it was odd to be exposed like this outdoors. Unusual to feel the breeze on her naked body.

  He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her hips to pull her against his mouth. She gasped, the sudden aggression taking her by surprise.

  “You taste fucking incredible,” he said.

  She was weirdly glad, as if this was something she had any control over.

  He switched up his technique, and instead of licking her top to bottom, he slid his tongue side to side across her most sensitive spot. The sensation was out of this world and somehow even better than before. She was moments away from coming again. She moaned involuntarily, and he set her hips back down on the table.

  “Tell me, Gracie,” he said. He started gently massaging the inside of her thigh, then moved just above her pubic bone. “What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?” He was getting so close to what felt good but not going there. She was so close. If only he’d go down on her again.

  “Why’d you stop?”

  He laughed. “I thought it was obvious. Because I don’t want you to come yet.”

  “Why not?” She sounded pouty even to herself.

  “Because I said so.” Paradoxically, him telling her she couldn’t come just took her closer to the edge. “Now answer the question.”

  He traced a finger around the outside edge of her labia, and she wiggled her hips, trying to get him to touch her in the right place.

  “What was the question again?” She couldn’t concentrate like this.

  “What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

  “I don’t know.” She sighed, frustrated. “I can’t think of one.” It was true—she was having trouble putting together a sentence, but it wasn’t for lack of sexual fantasies. Right now, her mind was alight with all the things she wanted him to do to her.

  “Okay, let’s try something easier.” He smiled wickedly. “What was the dirtiest thing you pictured when you got off thinking about us fucking?”

  He was so close to her clit, but not quite touching it. She moved her hips just a little to the left, willing him to give her the satisfaction. Suddenly he stopped altogether and grabbed her ankles in one hand. He lifted her legs into the air and slapped her bare ass once, hard.