by Cynthia Dane
Alice would go for it. Those were the only options she saw right now.
She did it so quickly that the only thing her brain registered was the feeling of his skin inside her mouth. The texture and taste didn’t hit her until he was already manipulating her head and hand to fit his vision of their encounter. Once that guesswork was taken away from her, then Alice tasted the overwhelming flavor of salt and… what in the world was that? It wasn’t bitter. It certainly wasn’t sweet. Another aphrodisiac in this man’s arsenal. Not like that old boyfriend at all!
So it does taste good? Good was a misnomer. The jury was still out if it was good, since that same goodness knew that Alice had so little time to appreciate it. But it wasn’t bad. Not at all. If anything, it fueled her brain with more sexual urgency, begging her to taste the extent of this man’s pleasure. She particularly liked the way he held her ponytail and directed his cock into her mouth. Her inclination was to try to swallow the whole thing, but Monroe was pleased to have her suck on the head and squeeze his base with a strong grip.
He said things. Many things. Some of them registered in her brain, and others disappeared into the air, never to be understood. Monroe never said a harsh word. He also said few kind ones. He mostly praised her eagerness and told her she was on the right track to getting what she wanted. Alice wished she could have parsed such words better. She was too busy sampling every drop of his taste with her tongue, taking note of the lines, the curves, and the rigidity of his cock. Did most men feel like this? Or was it only him?
Oh my God. What is that? She knew what it was. She had cracked open textbooks and read sex threads on Reddit before. The man was gaming to come. Except Alice had never imagined such a taste as this existed, and she had no idea what to make of it!
She had barely grown accustomed to it when he pulled her head off him and made her look him in the eye again. His hard erection almost obscured her view.
“That’s enough,” he said. “Touch yourself and tell me if you’re still wet.”
Even though there was little sacred left between them, Alice still blushed to press her fingers against her folds – completely ignoring the fact this was easy to do since her tights were destroyed – and feel her arousal all over her knuckles. She was so slick that there was no doubt that Monroe could have her right now with no issue.
“Are you, Ms. Culver?”
The more he said her name like that, the more she felt like the naughty secretary being inappropriate in the office. No, I was merely inappropriate in his sex club. That night, she hadn’t gotten much off on the idea that he was her boss. She was more into the idea that he was really hot and in charge. Now she was opening up to the great situation she experienced.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”
Next thing she knew, Alice was yanked to her feet and pulled to a desk by the one window in the room.
Monroe shoved some paperweights and their respective stacks of papers to the side. More than a few fluttered and clanked to the carpet. Alice didn’t care. Her ass was on the edge of the desk and the hottest man she ever met coming down on top of her.
Her mind attempted to focus on too much at once. His heavy hands pushing against her, grabbing her breasts, holding her shoulders. His kisses, both biting and gentle. The growls in his throat the only sounds in the room, since Alice’s voice had completely disappeared. This may have only been their second encounter, but it was already the best thing to have ever happened to boring Alice Culver.
Monroe wasted none of his precious time. No games. No questions. No demands, other than she keep her legs spread for him. (It made it better that way, of course.) No. Monroe was going to thrust into her with little to herald his coming, and Ms. Culver would cry out in ecstasy to have it happen.
He did. She did.
The whole moment was surreal. Then again, hadn’t the moment back in the VIP room been surreal as well? Except when Alice woke up that day, she never thought something as delightful as this would have happened. At least their night in The Dark Hour was preceded with an air of sexual revelry. All Alice had done to prepare herself today was think back on her fantasies of Damon Monroe. You know, that man pounding me with his cock right now.
Alice grabbed the edge of the desk and kept her knees in the air. It was the only way to counteract the strong thrusts slamming into her, searching for her innermost place he may or may not have brushed against before. The sheer barbaric magnitude of the moment had Alice wondering if this was how the cavemen did it thousands of years ago. How strange. They wore some of the nicest clothes either owned, and this room had to be worth a million dollars itself, but in the end? Base creatures. Both of them.
Monroe never said a word. The only sounds he made were grunts and groans that added nothing but ambiance to the moment. Alice wanted to say all the words coming to her head. Words like “Yes yes that’s it fuck me like that!” and “Oh my God, sir, you’re absolutely fucking amazing and I don’t want you to stop!” Yet she never said these words. It seemed wrong. Forced. The wrong thing to add to such a heated moment like this.
They both communicated with their eyes. No matter how hard he took her, how loud he was, or how quick or drawn out his thrusts became, not once did Monroe break eye contact with her. When Alice tried to push herself up on her elbows, he pushed her back down, hands holding open her legs and pinning her to the desk. That’s it, Alice. You’re a passive part of this. Your job is to be fucked and reap the benefits.
The biggest benefit, aside from how powerful such a union was, culminated in the pit of her stomach before expanding to the rest of her body.
“Fuck!” she cried, an unexpected orgasm tearing through parts unknown. Alice had to close her eyes. Had to retreat into her mind where she could properly appreciate the moment. She was nothing more than a woman with torn clothes being fucked by one of the most powerful men she had ever met – and it was amazing.
As amazing as feeling her inner walls stroke that man’s cock until he had no choice but to completely bury himself within her? No. That was absurd.
One moment Alice was lost in the movements of sex, and the next her body was marked by the only man to touch her like this. Would she ever get over how exciting that heat was? How relieving? How it made her convulse for a few seconds, eyelids fluttering and mouth falling open in a soundless scream? Her hands searched for his chest, firm, warm, and strong.
It was all sealed with a kiss, like last time. The man may fuck her like she was another young body to cross his path, but his tendency to end every experience with a soft, heavy kiss to her lips never went unappreciated. Alice appreciated him staying inside her even more. I’ve never felt this intimate with anyone before. As the endorphins released from her brain… she tricked herself into thinking that this was real.
That they were real.
Without a word, Monroe pulled away from her, taking his body and his sweet kisses with him. Alice’s legs dropped with little pomp. It was over.
***
Alice rode the elevator down alone. She could have waited for Ms. Clayborn to accompany her, but it didn’t take rocket science to figure out how to get to the lobby. All she needed was a call ahead to the driver who would take her back home, compliments of Mr. Monroe.
Monroe.
Even though Alice had already gussied up in one of the man’s many guest bathrooms, she still gave herself a once over in the elevator mirror. That’s the face of a woman who is used for sex. She was numb to the idea. Even so, might have been nice of the man to at least get her dinner afterward.
“Thank you for sharing your limited time with me, Ms. Culver.” Those were his parting words as he shoved his cock back in his pants and regained his composure. “Perhaps I shall inquire about you again. Don’t worry. I have your number, should I need it.”
Well. How nice of him. Once Alice came down from her high, she couldn’t help but resent him. A little. She knew what it was going to be like before they got started.
Still… could have bought her dinner.
She sighed. Monroe would never properly date her. He would use her for booty calls, and she would either go along with it or jettison him from her life forever. There were probably other women he booty called as well. She wasn’t special. Just his latest obsession. I figure I’ve got one hookup left before he realizes he’s tired of me.
The elevator doors opened. Alice checked to make sure her torn tights weren’t visible in her bag before stepping out.
A contingent of important looking men in suits gathered in the lobby.
“Excuse me.” Alice attempted to push through them so she could make her escape to the sidewalk, where Monroe’s car waited. “Excuse me!” Someone needed to assert herself.
A few men moved away. Alice had to throw her sore muscles into pushing past another group, grumbling as she rubbed elbows and knees with more Armani and Bespoke suits than she had ever seen in one room before.
Naturally, she bumped into someone who refused to get out of her way.
“Um… excuse me,” she mumbled, double-checking for the presence of her bag. She looked up and…
Cold, striking amber eyes.
It was not Monroe. Or at least not Damon Monroe.
“Yes,” the older gentlemen with steel gray hair muttered. “Excuse you, Miss.”
Alice froze where she stood. The tall, glaring man moved out of her way. Other men followed his example and cleared the way for her to get to the door. “Ah…”
The man’s amber eyes remained locked on her as she slowly stepped away. Every so often Alice looked over her shoulder, struck by that gaze. Who is that? Her hand touched the glass of the door. The doormen were too busy with the other male guests to care about helping her.
Someone stepped in her way. Deliberately.
“Who are you?” the amber-eyed gentleman asked. “You came out of that elevator over there, yes?”
Alice swallowed. Had she done something wrong? “I’m Alice Culver. I don’t think we’ve met before?”
“Of course we haven’t.” He sounded like Monroe, too. A bit gravely, but that could’ve been his age. “What were you doing up there?”
The lobby was silent for so many people in it. Dozens of eyes looked right at Alice.
“Um… I…”
“Did you see Damon?”
The accusation!
When Alice didn’t immediately answer, the older gentleman softened his lined face. “I see. You should probably be on your way, young lady.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. “I’m sorry if I somehow bothered you, sir.” She waited for the man in front of her to move. He didn’t.
The older gentleman, however, came closer. He may have looked and sounded like Damon, but his scent was wildly different. Spicy. Cinnamon and ginger. A hint of cloves.
“I don’t know what you were doing with my son, but I can guess.” Whoa. Whoa. “It will be the last time. In my building, anyway. Now go.”
Alice went. She went so quickly that she almost overshot the car parked by the sidewalk.
“Who the hell was that?” she asked the driver. The door closed behind her.
The following words were the only things he said to her: “That’s Russell Monroe, ma’am. Mr. Monroe’s father.”
Alice may have been too young for a heart attack, but she wasn’t too young for a stroke.
Chapter 6
Alice had never been so glad to be home. Home was a refuge. Even if Ms. Clayborn had transgressed that refuge by bringing Monroe into her space, Alice was still relieved to enter her quaint abode and remove her shoes by the front door.
Candice popped out of the kitchen holding a cocktail shaker. “Back already! Well, don’t get too comfortable. I made margaritas.”
Alice wandered toward the kitchen, feet dragging across the thin carpeting. “Good. I need alcohol.”
“I figured.” A small martini glass was shoved into her hand. “No lime, how you like.”
The alcohol burned a lot more than Alice anticipated. As soon as the fire in her mouth and throat calmed down, she wheezed.
“Extra strong. For you.”
“Holy fuck,” Alice muttered, handing the empty martini glass back. “Get me another. Stat.”
She retreated to the living room where the comfy couch awaited. Alice didn’t bother to change. A cushion called her name. By the time she was comfortable, Candice emerged with another martini, a toothpick spearing a green olive clenched between her teeth.
“So. Tell me what happened.” Candice sat down. She didn’t gulp down her alcohol like Alice had, but that wasn’t Candice’s style to begin with. The woman had been a bartender for years on top of hosting and waitressing. It’s how we met. Both Alice and Candice worked at Luxe, a bar catering to white collar workers, before it was bought out and the original staff all laid off at once. Some of the best tips in town. Especially since Alice had been the only full-time hostess. Benefits and tips! Who had heard of such a thing?
Sighing, Alice dangled her martini glass over the edge of the couch, eyes pointed toward the ceiling. Her legs spread open, thighs straining against her pencil skirt.
“I…”
“Hey, weren’t you wearing tights when you left? Where are they?”
Alice jerked up, gin and vermouth almost splattering from her grasp. “You keeping track of my outfits?”
“I am when you’re being summoned to see some horny billionaire you’ve already fucked.”
What could Alice say? Besides, “You done caught me. I wore tights out of here. I ain’t got them now.”
“Knew it.” Now Candice shot that martini down her throat. So much for appreciating her own mixology skills. “Knew that was a booty call. Just didn’t think it would be over so quickly.”
“What did you expect?”
Candice shrugged in her sweater. “Thought maybe he was taking you out on a date. You know. A real one. Not a fuck summons.”
Alice couldn’t help but chuckle. That would be a feat. “I don’t think Damon Monroe is the kind of guy to go on romantic dates. He would say he doesn’t have time for that.” More than likely his idea of a hot date was picking her up in his limo and fucking her curbside. That way she could be on her way, and so could he!
“So you ain’t his new main squeeze.”
“Why would I be? I guess he has some fascination with me. Certainly didn’t think he would go out of his way to send his assistant to pick me up for a round two quickie.”
“So you did fuck him again!”
Alice rolled her eyes.
“Please tell me you at least used a condom this time.”
The only person to roll her eyes at now was herself. “I should probably get better birth control.” What an assumption. But so far Alice was 0/2 in being proactive with the prophylactics. Monroe definitely did not concern himself with condoms. Yet he goes barebacking with any woman he wants? Guy was brave, and must have had a vasectomy. Even so, Alice wasn’t about to rely on some guy, no matter how hot or rich he was.
“Well oh my shit, Alice, you’re certifiably dumb.”
“Hey, if you were on the receiving end of that guy’s sexual strength, you would be dumb too.”
“Apparently, but I’ve gotta admire your long term game here.”
Alice turned her head. “What are you talking about?”
“Huh? You mean you’re not scheming a way into a big payday?”
“No. Do tell, though. I’m still unemployed.”
That grin was both maniacal and completely silly. “You gonna get knocked up and make him your billion dollar baby daddy, right?”
“For fuck’s sake, no!”
“Keep up your bad habits and you might be singing a different tune in a few weeks.”
Alice put her hand on her stomach. Get. Birth. Control. She had been on it during college for hormone regulation. Wasn’t a bad idea to have it with the boyfriends, either… not that she ever needed it in that regard. Aft
er getting serious with Matt, she decided to forget the birth control when her doctor told her she wouldn’t need it anymore outside of, well, birth control.
“I’m not ready to be a mom, for any amount of money.”
“Ah, come on. You’re almost thirty! Pretty soon those eggs will start drying up. Worried about having no career? Who cares when the dad’s a billionaire paying for everything!”
Even though Alice knew her roommate was joking – such was Candice’s humor – she still blanched in abject horror. “I may not know much about this man,” Alice began, realizing how much more worse that made the situation sound, “but I have a feeling he wouldn’t be the greatest father in the world. For all I know he’s got other babies out there. If he does, he definitely hasn’t claimed them and I never once saw any pictures of kids in that apartment… condo… penthouse?”
“Apartment-condo-penthouse?” Candice rested her elbows on her knees, chin in hands. “Tell me more. Tell me everything, you slut.”
“Hey!”
“Kidding. Kinda. I’m jealous.”
Alice needed to finish her drink before divulging any details.
When she was properly tipsy on gin, she went into greater detail about what it was like to be the fancy of Damon Monroe. She talked mostly about his scent… did Candice remember that boutique they went to in New York? Yeah! He was totally wearing a woman’s perfume! What? What was so funny about that? Didn’t she get that it was burning hot? What was the real difference between men’s and women’s perfume anyway? Nothing that mattered!
Candice didn’t care about that, though. She wanted to know about his body, his manner of making love, and whether or not he lived up to all of Alice’s virginal fantasies. His body was barely revealed to her, ever. His manner of making love? Even Candice would blush, and she did assistant work on porn sets. As for living up to any fantasies… Alice was aware that her first time having sex would probably be boring. Hopefully not too painful, since she was well educated in how her body worked and had taken countless spins on silicone boyfriends, but that would be up to her partner, wouldn’t it? But any discomfort Alice experienced had only added to the moment. Hair pulling and spanking? Well, shit. Sounded like a nightmare if someone else was telling her that. “Men getting too many so-called lessons from porn!” she would have spat. She didn’t get that impression from Monroe, though. He was a man who knew what kind of experience he wanted and how to deliver it to his partner as well. So happened Alice was into it… and thus ready to succumb at any moment.