Full Frontal Fantasy

by Lyla Sinclair

  “Oh my God,” I whispered.

  “No, it’s just me—Ryan,” he whispered back.

  My giggle was cut short when his lips landed on my clit. He sucked it hard into his mouth, causing me to buck upward like a wild horse. He caught me and managed to hold me up in that position with one hand.

  My eyes were still covered, but I could imagine the muscles in his arm flexing with the effort.

  His mouth found me again. His tongue flipped back and forth across my clit then circled around it. But when his lips latched onto my clit this time, I felt the little bullet in my ass move out then in. My butt muscles jumped at the zing caused when the two sensations collided. He paused.

  “More,” I rasped.

  He repeated the action, sucking while pulling then pushing. Every muscle in my body tensed. I was right on the verge—

  He paused again.

  “I need to come!” I cried out in frustration.

  He wiggled the bullet slightly. My ass tensed around it. “Beg me…and call me by name when you do,” he said tauntingly.

  I suddenly remembered I was his boss and he was my assistant. It was annoying that he wouldn’t assist me right now with what I asked. When I didn’t say anything, he ran his tongue up my slit from bottom to top while pushing the bullet farther up my ass.

  My body clenched, ready to go, but he stopped just in time.

  I couldn’t take any more. “Please let me come, Ryan… Please make me come… Please…Ryan—”

  He pulled at the bullet then thrust it in and out, over and over, while he tongued my clit. He kept up the thrusting as his lips closed over me once again and he sucked. Long and hard.

  The shudder began in my clit but quickly moved to my ass, then spread all the way through to my fingers and toes. I was sure I was dying of pleasure. Intermittent spasms continued for at least a minute after the orgasm faded.

  The bullets popped out. I felt Ryan moving off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “I’ll be in the bathroom,” he replied casually. “I’m going to get our toys washed up and put away. We might need them another time.” Another time? This was supposed to be the last time. “And I might take a shower while I’m in there. Worked up a sweat watching you come like that.”

  “What about me?” I asked. “Can’t I take a shower?”

  “You’re perfect just like you are. And besides, I’m not taking any chances this time. Not ’til I’m done with you.”

  I heard the bathroom door close. I was alone, shackled to the bed. While Ryan was gone, I managed to wiggle around until his shirt slid off my face. As much as I liked this scenario, I was too much of a control freak to tolerate being blinded for long.

  He stepped out of the bathroom completely naked and turned around to shut the door.

  Holy mother of God! He had the most perfect ass I’d ever seen on a man. An ass made in heaven. He turned and strode toward the bed. “I see you waited around for me this time,” he said. “I’m flattered.”

  “Yeah, it was like I was chained to the spot,” I replied, pulling at the handcuffs for emphasis.

  He chuckled, took a key from the nightstand drawer and released me. He caressed my wrists as he held them between his fingers.

  “We’re done with those, but I have a lot more planned for you and I know you’ll do exactly as I say, being a woman of your word.”

  My eyes flitted to his already-erect shaft. “Yes,” I murmured. “I am a woman of my word.”

  “I guess you can see I was thinking about you in the shower…and all the things I want to do to you.”

  My breath quickened as I wondered what those things could be.

  “Come with me.” He pulled me up by my hands. When my feet hit the floor, I was surprised to find my high heels were still on them. I’d been focusing so much on other parts of my body I’d completely forgotten my feet.

  The heels made a tapping sound as Ryan led me through the bedroom and living room to a door I’d never noticed. When we walked through it, we were no longer inside the “house set” but in the naked sound stage, which had a creepy warehouse feel. We turned a corner and the walls were suddenly black. The only illumination seemed to come from black lights reflecting off glow-in-the-dark graffiti.

  I felt chilled and realized I’d developed goose bumps on my arms, although I wasn’t sure if they were from the cool air or the strange atmosphere.

  We passed all sorts of scary objects hanging from the wall—whips, chains, the whole nine yards. “Flapjacks” was on the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to go this far.

  “Couldn’t we run into other people back here?” I asked instead.

  “No, it’s ours for the night,” he replied.

  He helped me onto a square pedestal, raised an inch or so from the floor. Two lengths of flowing fabric hung on my right and left from the ceiling.

  “You’ll need to grab on to those,” he said.

  He helped me wrap the fabric around my hands once. He pushed a button on the wall and the pedestal raised another inch or two. I gripped the cloth for stability.

  “With the heels, that should be about right,” he said. He positioned me so I was at the edge of the platform and he was just off it, facing me. I realized we were at exactly the right height for fucking. I’d never done it standing up, much less in a creepy, dark warehouse.

  In this darkness, his eyes were black pools. His face was stern. The other Ryan—the one with the sparkly eyes and great sense of humor—was the one I’d looked forward to seeing every day. But this Ryan knew how to make my pussy ache for him.

  “Do you know how hard it’s been, watching you parade around the office dressed like that?” he asked. His finger brushed down my clit and entered me, just a bit.

  “I thought my clothes were quite appropriate,” I replied. He thrust his finger deeper inside. I gasped. “Conservative,” I panted.

  “But I knew what was under there. I knew the wild things that were going through your head…and the tight body you were hiding.” He pulled out and thrust in again. “And you wouldn’t let me touch you.”

  “I was trying to keep—”

  His finger pushed completely inside me. I tensed around it and moaned. It was long and thick, but not nearly enough. I yearned for his cock.

  “So, this time, I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.”

  “What?” I asked, dazed by the movement of his digit, in and out, in and out.

  “You can hang on to these,” he tugged at the fabric, “but not me.” He slid his wet finger out of me and over my clit.

  “Please!” I cried.

  “Please what, Celeste? Please stay away from me, Ryan? Please talk to me in my doorway? Please send me an email? What do you want, Celeste?”

  “Fuck me, Ryan,” I pleaded. “Please fuck me!”

  Instead, he raised the finger he’d been using on my pussy to my lips, spreading my cream over them like lip gloss. “Open,” he said.

  I obeyed, parting my lips slightly. He pushed his finger inside then watched as I sucked my juices from it. His chest heaved. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. That was all that mattered. Everything and everyone else on the planet seemed to melt away in that instant, in that warehouse.

  His hand left my mouth and moved down to his cock. He guided it to my pussy entrance, paused and stared into my eyes for three breaths. Then he drove into me all at once. Grabbing the fabric above my hands, he fucked me with long, hard strokes. We weren’t touching elsewhere, except on and off as our hips or thighs collided.

  I struggled to steady myself on my high heels, pulling hard at the fabric.

  “Damn, your pussy is wet for me,” Ryan said as he continued to jam his hot cock into me over and over. “And you’re so tight. Just like I dreamed.”

  The idea of him dreaming of me made me shudder with pleasure. I watched the muscles in his arms flex with the effort of holding on. His speed increased, but the in
tensity of the movement stayed the same. I tightened around his shaft, feeling I could come at any moment.

  “You’re mine tonight, Celeste. Come for me, baby.”

  And with that, the shudders became spasms and I came, squeezing his cock inside me until he pulled out suddenly without allowing himself to orgasm.

  The abrupt departure was a shock to my senses.

  “Why?”

  “I didn’t want to come yet.”

  He stepped away and left me there, jerking and shivering in the chilly, dark air. He disappeared from view.

  “Ryan?” I cried out tentatively.

  “Stay there,” he commanded, and I realized he was still nearby.

  A moment later he was back. I felt the heat radiating from his body.

  “What were you doing?” I asked.

  “Had to lube up,” he replied. He put one arm around me and I felt his gooey finger circling my ass hole. I jumped and tightened. “Relax,” he said. “I’m going to fuck your ass, but we’ll do it my way this time.”

  “But Ryan. This isn’t necessary. I don’t know if I can take it after all this—”

  “Oh, you can take it,” he said. “You’re a hard worker. I have complete faith in you.”

  Strange. His voice, combined with those last words, reminded me of Mr. Murray. I shook my head to rid myself of the thought.

  Ryan pressed his hips to mine.

  “You don’t get to turn your back to me this time. It’s not anonymous sex anymore. I want you to know who’s in your most private place. I want to be the man in your deepest, darkest fantasies.”

  I started to tell him he already was, but I couldn’t form the words when the head of his cock popped into my ass. “Ow…ohhh!” I cried, not sure if this was really good or really bad. I hung onto the fabric for dear life. Ryan grabbed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers like he’d done before and squeezed, then eased his cock farther inside me.

  Strange how personal it felt this way, facing him. As he pulled out a bit and reentered me, I had to fight off the urge to grab him. I wanted to hold him…to kiss him…

  His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling our pelvises tightly against each other. I couldn’t resist him any longer. I released the fabric and ran my hands over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. His arms wrapped around my back, fingers weaving into the hair at the back of my head. His face was close now and I looked into his eyes.

  He plunged his cock fully inside me, his mouth stifling my cry as it covered my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue attacked mine, violently at first then it began moving in time with his cock. I grasped his head, holding his lips to mine. I’d never had such an intimate experience. We tongued and sucked at each other like two starving people. It seemed to go on forever, until we had no choice but to catch our breaths.

  He pulled me tight against him. “Don’t let this be it for us, Celeste,” he whispered into my ear—then he groaned and exploded inside me, jerking and shuddering in my arms.

  * * * * *

  This time I promised not to leave and Ryan allowed me to go take a shower, although he took my clothes with him into the other bathroom. I suppose I hadn’t exactly earned his trust in this area.

  As I showered, I tried to think clearly about our situation, although it was hard to think of anything other than his hands and lips on my body…and his cock inside me. He’d been everywhere now. I’d never felt so possessed by a man, and Gloria Steinem help me, I liked it. Loved it, in fact. The thought even passed through my mind that I might love him, but that was emotional overload under my current circumstances so I chased it away.

  What was I going to do? We were obviously both passionate about each other right now, but who knew what would happen tomorrow? Some twenty-three-year-old with giant fake boobs and long blonde extensions could cross his path and we’d be history.

  And what about work? There was something fishy about the whole salesman-assistant situation and I didn’t like being out of the loop. What if he had to be transferred from New York quickly and quietly because of some inappropriate affair with a boss or his corporate sales assistant or…?

  For all I knew he could be a serial office lover who was being protected because he was such a damn good salesmen. Men could get away with things women couldn’t dream of.

  Not that any of that mattered. He would still be a coworker, regardless. Although I only saw the sales team here and there, officially they were my subordinates. Then there was the fact that he was notably younger than I was. In ten years, I’d be in my fifties and he’d be at the age where men turn their forty-year-old wives in for younger models.

  I sighed and shut off the water. There was no good answer to this. No happy ending. After I dried myself off, I tied the towel around me and trudged miserably out of the bathroom. I stopped short when I saw him.

  He turned toward me, naked except for the towel around his waist, his skin aglow from the light of a dozen candles set around the bed.

  “Come ’ere,” he said softly.

  I took several steps toward him and he enfolded me in his arms, pressing his lips gently to mine. His tongue coaxed my mouth open and he touched me, not just with his body and his lips and his tongue. He touched me somewhere deep inside that I’d never known existed. I tried to hang on to those sensible thoughts of a few moments before, but the heat of his kiss melted them away.

  When he finally released me, he said, “Celeste, the fantasy is over.”

  What did that mean? Were we out of Fantasm time? Or had he fulfilled his fantasy of fucking the boss in every way and now we were through? What about the candles?

  “I…um…” I mumbled.

  “What I mean is you’ve fulfilled your promise. You don’t owe me anything. You can leave…”

  Leave?

  “Or you can stay here with me because you want to. No ‘woman of your word’ or ‘we had an agreement’ excuses.” He ran a finger down my cheek. “I want you to stay here for the reason I’m here…because there’s nowhere else in the world you want to be and no one on the planet you’d rather be with.”

  Relieved, I sucked in a shaky breath. Apparently I’d stopped breathing for thirty seconds or so when I thought he was through with me.

  Of course I had to stay with him. I couldn’t possibly have left him there in the candlelight, his blue eyes sparkling sincerely, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world.

  Who was I kidding? I couldn’t have left him even if his request had been, “Hey, babe, why don’t you give me one last blow for the road?”

  Yeah, I was hooked all right. And I was screwing up the rest of my life but, at that moment, I didn’t care.

  I ran my hands up his cheeks to the back of his head. Then I pulled him down to me and took control of a long, slow kiss. He allowed me to explore his full lips, his smooth teeth, his warm tongue, then he kissed me back just as thoroughly.

  When he’d finished, he led me to the bed and removed both our towels. He lifted me off my feet and laid me gently on the sheets.

  “No handcuffs this time?” I asked.

  “No, this time I want to know that every second you’re here is by your own choice.” He lay down next to me and leaned on one elbow, facing me. “Do you want to talk now or afterward?” he asked.

  Talking was so complicated. I had no idea what we should say to each other about whatever was happening between us. But his body was so enticing…

  I reached out and traced a line down his chest, letting my finger slide over each ab muscle. As I did, I watched his penis go from half-erect to fully functional.

  “After,” I said.

  He moved over me and placed his hands on each side of my face. Then he bent down and kissed me as he entered me slowly…almost tentatively this time. Something shook inside my chest. This felt too monumental. Fear overtook me for a moment, but then he sank into me and all thoughts receded. I was aware of nothing but his tongue and his cock inside me…and his thumb g
ently caressing my cheek.

  When the kiss finally ran its course, his mouth went to my ear. “I wish I could stay inside you forever,” he whispered.

  I melted into his voice as he nibbled and sucked at my ear. For several minutes I experienced the sweetest lovemaking I’d ever known, until the arousal overtook us and he kissed me again, more intensely. He moved faster and deeper inside me and I responded by thrusting my hips up to meet him. He grabbed my right leg and pulled it over his shoulder. As he reached new depths in me, I silently thanked my yoga instructor for keeping me limber enough to enjoy the position.

  I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of Ryan. I realized how much I’d needed him in my life, with his sparkling eyes and his sense of humor and his enthusiasm to please me in bed.

  Suddenly he released my leg and rolled us over. I was lying flat on top of him. “Fuck me, Celeste,” he said.

  I hesitated. I’d tried to stay in shape, but I wasn’t completely comfortable with the changes my body had experienced in the last two decades, especially when a younger man would be inspecting them up close and personal while they were hanging over him. I didn’t even want to imagine the fresh, young breasts and abs he’d be comparing me to. I lifted my face and looked at him, wondering if I could talk him into another position.

  He beat me to the punch. “I dreamed about you. You came into my room and straddled me and fucked me until I woke up and you weren’t there.”

  Damn, he had me at “dreamed about you”. I pulled my knees under my body. His cock was only partially inside me, so I eased down the rest of the way.

  He sucked in a quick breath. “Perfect fit,” he said. Did he mean our personalities or our private parts? And was it crazy that I was starting to feel like it could be both? “Fuck me, Celeste.”

  With that encouragement, I placed my hands on the headboard and began moving up and down, hoping nothing seemed too jiggly. He grabbed my breasts immediately and rubbed his thumbs over the nipples. Desire rippled through me and I went for it, fucking him as wildly as I could.