All of Me

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Better. I meant better. I want to be better. So, now, it’s (I can’t get no) Satisfaction by the Stones. Apparently, being a better person also means keeping your dirk in your pants. Um, I mean penis. Sorry.”

  My eyes were bulging out of their sockets. I wanted to laugh. In fact, I was doing everything in my power to control that urge. But this was my boss and I was afraid he’d remember this episode tomorrow. I hoped like hell Neil hadn’t figured out whose slurred voice that actually was on the line.

  “Okay there, Roland. Sounds like someone needs to get some sleep. Don’t forget to drink a big glass of water to avoid dehydration.” I was about to signal Neil to cut him off when Roland sucked the air right out of my lungs.

  “Sure thing, Ramona.”

  Oh…fuck.

  Twenty-Six

  Dirk

  What the hell had I done last night? Shit. Very seldom did I allow myself the luxury of getting totally shit-faced, and never on a week night for fuck’s sake.

  I rolled over in my bed, bleary eyed and hung the hell over. The clock said it was seven-ten a.m. Hell, I was usually at the gym by now getting ready to hit the showers and continue on to work downtown.

  Bits and pieces were coming back to me as I pulled myself out of bed, ran a hand through my sleep tousled hair and headed towards the master bath.

  There’d been some Patron involved once I’d gotten home. I remembered that much. I’d tried it with a lime instead of lemon the way that Autumn took her tequila shooters.

  I’d turned on Midnight Caller... something about theme songs. And then I’d called Ramona to talk. What the fuck we talked about and for how long I had no clue. Guess I’d find out on my next cellular bill.

  I showered, shaved, dressed and then drank a half pot of coffee before I left for work, not stopping at Starbucks for my usual latte. I was typically the first one in every morning. I hated when I fucked up my own routine.

  Friday. Let’s see. I needed to do another spot with Autumn scheduled for five o’clock for Slather. We’d scheduled her to come in on one of her normal days off which I appreciated under the circumstances. In fact, I made a mental note to see if I could get a photographer in around the same time for some promotional pics. Nothing else special besides that. Hopefully the old man had taken Mom up to their cabin for a long weekend. I switched on the radio as traffic was crawling due to yet more construction on the beltway. It seemed to never end which was why I tried to avoid getting caught in rush hour.

  Just then I heard Autumn’s voice come across in surround sound, dripping with sexy haughtiness. My dick twitched in response.

  “It’s Friday. Do you know what I love doing on Friday’s? I celebrate the weekend by treating myself to a Hip-Hop stuffed crust pizza,” she purred. “Ummm... ohhhh... there’s nothing quite like taking that very first bite into that crisp, thick, buttered crust deluxe meat pizza... the warm cheese oozing onto my tongue, thick and spicy, the tangy sauce and delectable meats and veggies, my stomach tingles just waiting for the first swallow. Remember Hip-Hop uses only the freshest of ingredients in their secret sauce and toppings. So, take my word for it and treat your taste buds to a Hip-Hop pizza. Delivery or pick-up available at all seven greater Indy locations.”

  That voice. That fucking sensual ‘come fuck me’ voice even in a damn pizza commercial had my dick stiff yet again... and twitching for some satisfaction.

  In my foggy, forgetful mind, something about Autumn’s voice awakened some motor memory, an automatic jump to the past. Memories I couldn’t quite gather together but just on the tip of my tongue.

  It was too early and my coffee intake had not met the minimal essential for hangover conditions.

  The traffic was horrendous but at least I was just mere minutes away from parking in my reserved spot.

  I’d asked to have a sign that said, “Big Boss Here” but my father shot it down. Not professional, he’d said.

  Whatever. Making people chuckle is more important than making them squirm. Interestingly enough, we’d come to a compromise.

  WQRK CEO. Still funny even if at my expense.

  Parking my Infinity Q60 at a speed not advised to amateurs, I quickly made my way into the station and ultimately to my office.

  Bridget accosted me seconds within my arrival with fifty messages and two concerning fires I needed to put out. My brain was about to self-combust when I raised my hand to halt her disturbingly quick-pace diatribe.

  “Bridget, you are amazing. The best assistant in the history of all assistants but I need coffee before I can remotely function,” I said, my voice low with an almost pleading tone to it.

  “Of course. I’ll get Tyler to run out and get you one,” she quickly replied before stopping in her tracks and turning right back to me. “Oh, I almost forgot. Autumn needs to see you. She said it was urgent.”

  My stomach instinctively sunk.

  I had a feeling in the car. An intuition of sorts. Every time I drank to excess, shit would inevitably go wrong. She wasn’t due in until five o’clock. Why was she here eight hours early?

  Was I inappropriate and she was quitting? I’d apologize profusely and promise to never do it again. Cross my heart.

  Did she fall in love with Heath and was quitting? I’d kill him.

  Did a competing radio station offer her a better job? I’d pay her even more. With better benefits. And a car.

  I was about to think of another reason she’d need to speak urgently when she burst into my office as though she were staking out my every move.

  She did not look happy.

  Not even a little.

  Oh hell.

  “You’ve got some explaining to do, mister!” She said right off the bat. No “hellos” or “how are you doings,” just a forefinger pointed accusingly my way, ready to slice me up and throw me in the river. Not gonna lie. It was hot.

  Where the fuck was my coffee?

  “Good morning, Autumn. I can tell from your dramatic entrance that something is wrong,” I said, diplomatically and unintentionally biting down on my bottom lip because Autumn with that fire in her eyes was everything I loved about women.

  “Ya think, Einstein?” she smart-mouthed back and my hands itched to throw her over my lap and spank the rudeness right out of her.

  Instead, I took a deep breath in and willed whoever the fuck Tyler was to get his intern-ass up here with my tall Americano with one sugar before I sent him home like an insolent child.

  “Okay, Autumn. How about you calm down, sit right here and I’m sure we can find a solution to this…” I had no idea what this was so I merely waved my right hand around her as a way to describe her state of mind.

  “Don’t you talk down to me, Dirk. Last night was not okay. Not okay at all. Not even a little bit.”

  Oh shit. What had I done?

  But more importantly, why was my dick stirring to attention with every heated accusation coming out of her gorgeous plump lips?

  Focus, Sexton.

  But I couldn’t. In fact, the more she talked, the more my eyes devoured her fiery eyes, the colors darkening to a more unsweetened chocolate and less milk. Her cheeks flushed with pink from her anger and her mouth…my god her mouth was calling my name like honey beckons bees.

  Despite her obvious aggravation, her body kept creeping closer and closer to mine, her upper body leaning just an inch more. Practically undetectable except I saw it. I felt it in my spine, my hands were flexible from the conscious effort to not reach out and defile her.

  “Autumn,” I said softly, my brain trying to warn me that I was about to do something incredibly stupid.

  “You call into the show, totally shit-faced going on and on about who knows what! And then embarrass yourself - if you were even capable of being embarrassed at that point, with some over-the-top ranting about your theme song and your dick and... and ohmygod, who is Ramona?”

  “Autumn,” I repeated, a little louder this
time because my self control was about to take a hike right up Mount St. Helen’s and never come back.

  “I mean, did you even think about the listeners? I know it’s late night talk and all, but I don’t want it turned into a call-in for drunken asshats for cryin’ out loud!”

  “Autumn,” my voice was one of command. The CE fucking O was trying to get her attention and she needed to listen.

  “WHAT?!” she said, her fists resting on her hips, her head tilted to the right and her eyes full of questions I wouldn’t be answering. Not yet, at least. I actually didn’t know the questions let alone the answers.

  “Hey, can you calm down and just quietly explain what has your panties in a twist here?”

  “Haven’t you been listening, Dirk? You made an ass out of yourself and that reflects poorly on the show!” she yelled, “Don’t you think an explanation is in order?”

  “I really want to kiss you, right now.” The words just poured out. I thought I’d feel instant regret but there was none. I wanted this more than anything.

  “W-What?” she asked with a voice so low I barely heard her.

  “I want to kiss you.” I repeated. Autumn shook her head from side to side but her body betrayed her. I took one step forward, and she stood her ground. And then another step closer, and I could hear her breathing become shallower. Now my face was mere inches from hers, as my eyes never left her luscious lips, which now parted slightly as though preparing for me, my mouth, my tongue.

  “This is completely inappropriate,” she murmured, her head now tilted upward, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip.

  “I know,” I whispered, “but I don’t care.”

  “But you’re my boss.” She leaned in closer as my head dipped down and my fingers tilted her chin upward even more. We were close enough I could smell the minty fresh taste of her breath.

  “I know,” I repeated, my voice barely audible to my own ears

  “We shouldn’t do that,” she said with no conviction, her body nearly flush against mine.

  “I know.” I barely let the syllable fall from my lips when Autumn’s arms wrapped around my neck, her mouth latched onto mine for dear life and my dick welcomed her enthusiasm with an eager bounce behind my zipper.

  Autumn tasted of innocence and spice all wrapped into one. Sweet and dirty. With her full height standing on her tippy toes as our tongues danced the eternal tango of lust, I leaned back on my desk and explored her luscious curves with my open palms.

  I couldn’t get enough. I needed more than just kissing. I needed her touch. I needed to know if her skin was as velvety as her voice every time she graced the audience with her vocal presence. I needed to know if the light scratchy element of her voice became more or less pronounced when she screamed my name.

  I needed more.

  Suddenly, I felt cold air where Autumn’s lips used to be. An audible groan escaped my parted mouth, the taste of her much more enticing than the emptiness she’d left.

  “Who is Ramona?” Autumn asked.

  I had no clue I’d mentioned Ramona for fuck’s sake. Had I called in thinking I was calling Ramona? Clearly though, she seemed pissed about that. Hmm... could she possibly be... jealous?

  “She’s a friend,” I replied. Obviously, I wasn’t about to spill the entire story of me calling a 900 number to get a load off…my chest.

  “A friend?” she repeated.

  “She’s …my, ah, therapist?” My answer sounded more like a question and thankfully Autumn seemed satisfied with my response, so I didn’t volunteer any more of an explanation. And to be honest, Ramona was more of a therapist than a sex worker. At least to me so there was no lying on my part.

  Autumn looked dubious.

  “Now, can we get back to the part where we’re kissing?” I asked, taking a step toward her to replace the emptiness with my hard on against her pelvis letting her know just how much I wanted her.

  At that, my sweet little innocent Autumn got a glint in her eyes that had my dick shaking with excitement.

  Walking four steps backwards without once taking her eyes from mine, Autumn reached behind her and locked the door all the while giving me a lascivious smile that said, “Let’s fuck, boss.” She didn’t actually say it but fuck yes, I heard it loud and clear.

  With a growl that came out of nowhere gentlemanly, I destroyed the space between us and pinned her against the wall. The wall that faced the hallway where my assistant could hear every bump and grind.

  I didn’t care and judging from Autumn’s forceful yank of her button-down shirt spilling every single button onto the floor, I’d say she gave negative fucks about eavesdropping ears.

  “I better not get fired for this,” she said, giving me a pointed look that sounded a lot like a threat.

  “You better not quit after this,” I countered, as I pulled the zipper of her skirt slowly down until she was completely exposed to me. I needed to buy her a hundred skirts like this. Easy access was the best invention, ever.

  “I like my job,” she answered, shimmying out of her clothes and stepping out. The heels were an added luxury I appreciated. I couldn’t wait to feel the heels biting into my skin as I pummeled her against the wall.

  “I like you at your job,” I said, running my palms from her thighs to her hips until my thumbs hooked on her lace panties before pushing them down. “As much as I like this lacy contraption, I’d rather feast on your pussy,” I declared, dropping to my knees where I did as I promised.

  I devoured her pussy like a man starving for nourishment. But also like a gourmet discovering the delicacies of French cuisine.

  With my palms on her outer thighs and my thumbs rubbing circles along her inner flesh, I ran a long, languid line down the slit of her cunt before wrapping my lips around her clit and taking loving nibbles.

  She squirmed and she mewled like a cat declaring its happiness. She was so wet, I could feel her arousal coating my mouth and it only made me harder and hornier.

  “Autumn,” I called out softly.

  “Hmmm?” she mumbled, her hazy, lust-filled gaze attempted to focus on me.

  “I’m going to fuck you, now. Are you okay with that?”

  “Oh God, yes!”

  “With one condition,” I added, hoping she’d agree.

  “Anything, just don’t stop with the tongue thing.”

  “Look at me,” I said, my voice stern. I needed to know this wasn’t a one-time thing. I needed more time to explore her curves and learn her preferences, her needs and her sounds.

  Looking back at me, she tried her best to keep her eyes open as my fingers delicately rubbed her engorged nub.

  “After the show tonight, you’re coming home to me,” it wasn’t a question, it was a plea disguised as a command.

  “Oh God,” she said loudly just as two of my fingers slipped inside her pussy and rubbed her silky walls.

  “Answer me, Autumn. With words.”

  “Yes. Tonight. Show. Your place.”

  “Good girl,” I told her as I got back on my feet, unzipped my slacks and let my dick spring free from its confines. She immediately reached out and stroked the swollen head, groaning with what sounded like approval.

  “Fuck, I need a condom.”

  “Hurry up, Dirk.”

  I spun around and practically slid across my desk like it was the hood of a sports car during a shakedown car chase. Opened the second drawer on the right and ripped off a packet from the lot. Making my way back to Autumn all the while ripping the foil with my teeth, I had the condom secured on my dick in less time than it took the pit crew to change the tires and send off its driver.

  “Good boy, Dirk. You were so fast. I hope that’s not the case when it comes to fucking.” She said, half joking.

  “Funny girl. Now hop up.”

  “Um, no.”

  “What do you mean, no?” Was she kidding me right now? Had she changed her mind? I should have had a condom o
n me so as not to kill the mood.

  “You can’t hold me up, Dirk. You’ll break your back.”

  “I’m not kidding, right now, Autumn. Wrap your legs around my waist before I fuck the self-doubt right out of you,” I told her, my stare giving her no way out. She was gorgeous, luscious, perfect. How I hadn’t seen that, I had no idea.

  Autumn reluctantly wrapped her arms around my neck and hopped up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I palmed her ass cheeks and in one smooth slide, intimately introduced my dick to her pussy.

  Very intimately.

  So much so that her walls were squeezing my cock like her life depended on his happiness.

  With her back pinned to the wall, her arms around my neck and my cock nestled inside her wet, hot cunt, I began thrusting inside her, a grunt with every time I hit her cervix. That’s when her mouth crushed against mine and I was lost.

  I fucked her with every fiber in my body. Every muscle moving for the sole purpose of making her come. Every nerve ending feeling the tight walls of her pussy. Every breath, one closer to orgasm.

  “You feel so fucking good, Autumn,” I told her, releasing her mouth for the sole purpose of letting her know how good she felt. How right she was for me. How perfect she looked with my cock inside her.

  “Yes, Dirk. Oh God, right there. Please…more.” With every thrust, my pelvis rubbed against her clit and I knew she was close. I was concentrating on not coming. Not before her. Never.

  “Fuck, Autumn. God, I want to do this for hours, but you feel too good. Come for me, baby,” I rattled off, hoping she was close.

  “Dirk, I’m…I’m…” she didn’t have time to finish that thought when I felt her walls clench, constricting around my cock, sending me spinning into orgasm just as I heard her scream my name. We were not being discreet and I had a distant thought that my father was going to kick my ass for this but I couldn’t have cared any less than in that moment.

  The moment I spilled my seed into a condom inside this beautiful, vibrant creature of lust.

  Panting, I rested my head on her shoulder as she lowered her legs back to the floor. I quickly held on to the condom, making sure none of my swimmers took a lonesome road trip right up her tubes and popped into an egg to say hello.