Quid Pro Quo

by Rivera, Roxie

  "Come for me, Nez," he ordered, his voice gruff. "I want to feel this tight cunt squeezing my cock."

  "Greg!" I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. My nipples were so hard they ached now. His fingertip swirled over my clit at a quick, tight pace. My pussy started to rhythmically clench as that flutter of panic raced through me. "Yes! Oh! Yes!"

  I came hard, my pussy gripping his cock as he fucked me. He strummed my clit as I shrieked and jerked and only let up when I fell back to the bed.

  But he wasn't done with me.

  Greg pulled out of me just long enough to flop onto his back. He grasped me by the waist and hauled me on top of him. I couldn’t believe the way he so easily manipulated my body. He reminded me of a caveman as he picked me up and situated me in the way he wanted.

  Straddling his hips, I quickly realized what he had in mind. My wet pussy dripped onto his thighs. Even though I'd just climaxed, I wanted to come again. Greg had awakened the needy slut within me. I wanted more and more and more.

  He clasped my hips and drove up into me, shoving his cock deep into my slick pussy. I put my palms on his chest for support and tried to find the right rhythm. I'd never done cowgirl. My one and only sack session before Greg had been straight-up boring-ass missionary. I really wanted to give this new position a try.

  "Try it this way," Greg coaxed, his voice thick with desire. He gently pushed me back and then pulled me forward. My eyes widened as I discovered the perk to that swaying motion. His cock remained buried to the hilt in my cunt and my clit rubbed against his hard body. It was absolute heaven.

  "Oh! Oh!" I swayed like a belly dancer and snapped my hips. Greg encouraged me with playful smacks on my butt. I grinned and laughed as he showed his joking, lighter side. It was nice to see that sex didn't have to be so serious and deep all the time.

  He palmed my jiggling breasts as I rode him hard. When he pinched my nipples between his fingertips, I sucked in a shocked breath. The sharp pull made my toes curl and my clit throb. He rolled and tweaked my nipples until they ached and pulsed. I couldn’t believe the way a little pain amplified the pleasure of riding his dick.

  When his thumb moved to my clit, I lost it. He expertly flicked the pink pearl until I shattered atop him. Waves of ecstasy engulfed me. I struggled to breathe as the pleasure gripped me. Greg gripped my hips and started to jackhammer my pussy. His strong thighs and muscled calves flexed as he used his powerful body to rock my world.

  The way he fucked me was raw and passionate. The second I stopped coming, he lifted me off his lap and pushed up onto his knees. His big hand pressed between my shoulder blades until my cheek touched the bed. He lifted my hips high in the air, canting my ass to the perfect angle, and shoved my thighs wide open.

  Quivering and panting as the aftershocks of my climax ripped through me, I moaned with feverish delight. Greg gripped my hips and thrust into my pussy. I braced myself on the bed, fisting the comforter in my hands, and pushed back to meet his hard, fast thrusts.

  He took me like a wild man. This was a side of Greg I'd never witnessed. Always with me he was so gentle and patient. Tonight, as he fucked me senseless, he unleashed the feral alpha male he kept hidden. A never-ending stream of oohs and ahs burst from my lips. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't even form complete words as he ravished me.

  "Uhh! Uhh! Unnnh!" I came hard as Greg screwed me. The bed rattled beneath us. The wooden headboard whacked the wall in time with Greg's thrusts.

  "Take it, Nez." Greg pounded my pussy. "Take my cock!"

  "Love your cock," I said on a whimpering moan. "Love you fucking me, Greg."

  He growled again and jackhammered my cunt. I shrieked when he reached around to rub my clit. The waves of bliss rocked me as he forced another orgasm out of my helpless body. "Greg! Greg! Ah! Ah!"

  "That's it, baby. You keep coming for me."

  I couldn't deny him any request. Whatever he wanted, I would give. And right now he wanted me to come.

  When his fingers abandoned my clit, I groaned in protest. His palm cracked my ass and I yelped. "Ow!"

  He spanked me again, his hand slapping my butt as he fucked me. It was a wicked thing to do and made my pussy clench even as the prickly heat of his smacking hand blossomed on my ass cheeks.

  When he pulled my cheeks apart, I inhaled a nervous breath. I felt the warm dribble of something wet touching my virgin pucker. I realized it was his saliva a second later. He let a little more dribble onto my ass before smearing it around with is fingertips. A moment later, he penetrated my ass with one and then two fingers.

  "Greg!" I shouted his name in shock as he double penetrated me.

  "You like that, baby? Like my fingers in your ass and my cock in your pussy?"

  "Yes!" Oh, I really liked it. It felt so good to have my ass and pussy filled at the same time. I started to wonder what it would be like to have one of those toys he'd talked about inside my ass while he took my pussy. It would probably feel even better than the two fingers gliding in and out of my hole. "Please, Greg. Please!"

  I wasn't sure what I was asking for or even wanted. More, I supposed. More fucking, more fingering, more of everything. More of him. I wanted Greg. I wanted all he could give.

  Speared by his fingers and his cock, I went wild. I rocked on my hands and knees and welcomed every rough thrust. The fingers of his free hand twisted in my hair and tugged my head high. I relished the slight burn along my scalp and embraced the wantonness of our steamy fuck.

  Our grunts and groans ricocheted off the walls. The noisy slap of our flesh and the squeak of the shaking bed filled my ears. Greg leaned over my back and kissed my shoulder. I fell forward onto the mattress as he fucked me. Every thrust drove me into the bed. The new position made my pussy impossibly tight and amplified what we both felt. He swept my hair aside and nibbled and kissed my neck. Little zings arced across my skin.

  I shuddered as my climax exploded. Bursts of bliss rattled me. I shouted his name and reached back to clasp his forearm. He groaned my name and shoved deep into my cunt before spilling his seed inside me. The warmth spread inside me as he jerked and shot his cum.

  We collapsed on the bed. Greg pulled his fingers from me but stayed buried in my pussy. He kissed my neck and shoulders before finally pulling out of me and falling onto his side. He slid his arms around me and pulled me into his embrace. I let him haul me tight to his chest and enjoyed his heat and strength.

  For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Saturated with afterglow, I relaxed in Greg's arms and let my mind wander. The weight of what we'd done finally settled onto me. From the moment he'd first propositioned me to now, I'd been so lust-drunk I hadn't really given the consequences of our tryst much thought. It occurred to me now that things between us were irrevocably changed. There was no going back to the easy friendship we'd shared. We were lovers—for tonight, at least.

  "What is it?" His lips danced across my neck. I heard the reluctance in his voice as he asked, "Regrets?"

  "Never," I answered honestly.

  "Then what is it?" He swept his hands up and down my arm. "Did I hurt you just now? I think I got a little rough."

  "No, I'm fine." I glanced back at him and smiled. "It was amazing, actually. I never imagined…"

  He chuckled. "Yeah. It can be intense when it's good."

  "Obviously," I said with a laugh.

  "So it's not regrets and it's not because I was too intense. What is it, Nez?"

  "We can't go back, Greg. What we had before, where you were my protector and friend, is gone."

  "No." He pulled gently on my shoulders until I'd turned onto my back. He caressed my face and gazed down at me. "I'm still your protector. I'll always be your friend. Now we're just more intimate. Whatever happens, I'll always be here for you, Nez. If tonight was just tonight, I'm okay with that."

  "Really?" I doubted him. The sex had been beyond amazing. There was no way he could possibly be okay with never sleeping with me again. "I don't
think I'd be okay with it."

  He looked smug as he grinned. "I was that good, huh?"

  I whacked his arm but smiled. "Be serious."

  "I am being serious." He kissed me tenderly. "We'll figure out this thing between us. We'll make it work."

  I believed him. "What if it gets weird?"

  "Why would it get weird?" He looked genuinely confused.

  "Because you're going to be, what, my sugar daddy? What happens when you get tired of supporting me?"

  "I won't."

  "You say that now but people change, Greg."

  "Not me."

  I arched my eyebrows. "Oh, really?"

  "Apparently it's an annoying trait of mine."

  "I bet." His boyish grin made me smile. "So you support me and I do what, exactly?"

  "Oh, I don't know." He tossed his leg over my thigh and pushed up onto his knees. He was hard again and his cock nudged my pussy. There was no mistaking the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Have sex with me whenever and where ever I want?"

  I let him bring my arms overhead and capture my wrists in his big hand. A thrill of submission shook me. "But, Officer Berenger, isn't that prostitution?"

  He laughed, his lips hovering just above mine. "Let's call it quid pro quo."

  The End.

  Thanks so much for reading Quid Pro Quo!

  LEGAL BRIEFS EXCERPT

  She smelled like lime and coconut and it was driving me crazy. The long elevator ride up to the top floors of the skyscraper and the firm's offices sorely tested my resolve. It was the first time we'd been totally alone since Skye had started interning at the office.

  For three weeks, I'd been fighting my attraction to the nearly nineteen-year-old daughter of the firm's biggest client. I thought of her as nearly nineteen because it made my forbidden attraction so much more palatable. It wasn't easy to admit to even myself that I was lusting over the barely legal beauty.

  With those bright green eyes and pouty lips and dark hair, Skye de Santos was trouble. She flirted outrageously and flouted every single one of my rules of conduct at the office. If her billionaire oil and gas baron father hadn't twisted my arm, I never would have taken her under my wing. She wasn't even remotely suitable for this position.

  I'd been forced to push highly qualified summer intern candidates onto my colleagues to make room for Skye at the firm—and she wasn't even interested in law. She planned to attend some elite art school in the fall but her father held onto the hope that a summer of "real" work would persuade her into a proper career. I wasn't so sure.

  "So, Skye, what did you think of your first deposition?" I glanced over at her as the elevator climbed higher and higher. She leaned back against the gleaming silver wall of the elevator and tapped at her phone's screen. I allowed my gaze to linger on the stretch of tanned skin revealed by her criminally short pencil skirt. She had legs to die for and those cherry red fuck-me pumps were not helping matters any. "Was it what you expected?"

  Skye shrugged and combed her fingers through the loose waves of her dark hair. "It was okay, I guess."

  "Okay?" I didn't miss the boredom in her voice. "Just okay?"

  She glanced up at me. "What do you want me to say? That it was more fun than sunning on a yacht in the South of France?"

  Was that what she'd given up to be in the office Monday through Friday for the entire summer? "Is that where you want to be?"

  "Wouldn't you?" she shot back with a playful smirk. "I mean, come on, Linus. I know you're a workaholic but even you have to let loose every now and then."

  "I suppose."

  She studied me for a long moment. "Linus, when was the last time you went on vacation? Or had some real fun?"

  Her piercing gaze left me discomfited. "I don't know."

  "I'm sorry, counselor. I didn't hear that." She put a hand to her ear, mocking my style of aggressive witness questioning. "Can you please speak up and clearly state your answer."

  I narrowed my eyes at her. "Funny, Skye."

  She shrugged. "See? I was paying attention."

  The elevator dinged and the doors parted. She stepped through them into the bustling lobby. I spotted our receptionist, Cristina, waving at me. Before Skye could get away, I touched her arm. "Wait for me in my office."

  She nodded. "Okay."

  I watched her leave. I tried not to let my gaze drift but it was impossible. The enticing swing of her hips captured my attention. The sultry sway left me momentarily dazed. Only the knowledge that I was asking for a sexual harassment lawsuit pulled my attention from her sweet little ass. I turned to Cristina and took the messages and files left for me. Having an assistant on vacation was such a pain in the ass.

  Back in my office, I found Skye perched on my desk. She faced the floor to ceiling windows lining the back wall. The view of downtown Houston was stunning from up here.

  "Make yourself comfortable," I remarked rather dryly and dropped my files and notes on the desk.

  She snorted with amusement and crossed her legs. "You think Daddy can see us from here?"

  I glanced at the glass wall. The headquarters of her father's multinational oil corporation was right across the street. "Doubt it."

  "We should test it out. You have any craft paper in the copy room downstairs?"

  "Craft paper?"

  She tilted her head and studied the panes. "I bet a ream of paper would work."

  I shook my finger at her. "Don't even think about it. We're in a recession. You're not wasting our office supplies on some art project."

  "A recession?" She scoffed. "I've seen the retainer your firm earns from Daddy's company. You're not hurting for cash."

  "How the hell would you have seen that?"

  She rolled her eyes. "This place isn't Fort Knox, Linus. Your accounting department was super easy to infiltrate."

  I didn't like that reply one bit. What the hell was going on down there? If Skye could get into our files and nose around, we were in big trouble. I dropped into my chair and interlaced my fingers behind my head. "I saw you taking notes at the deposition. Let me see them."

  She pushed the legal pad she'd been carrying earlier behind her. "They're not that interesting."

  "Skye," I said carefully. I recognized her tell in the way she dropped her gaze and acted nonchalant. "Let me see them."

  She held my gaze before sighing and handing over the legal pad. I leaned back and started flicking through the pages. She had been paying attention at first. There were actual notes on the second and third pages of the pad but then I discovered the caricatures and comic book-style panels. I wanted to be annoyed with the way she emphasized my nose but couldn’t deny that the caricature was uncannily on-target. The narrative of her hastily sketched comic revealed her acerbic, razor-sharp wit. I tried not to laugh but couldn't squash the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

  "Hmm," I murmured. "This isn't quite what I had in mind when I told you to take notes."

  "The meeting was boring, Linus. I had to do something to amuse myself."

  "On my dime." I caught her with a pointed stare.

  "Your dime? I'd like to see these phantom paychecks."

  I frowned. "You're not getting a check?"

  She shook her head. "I'm here on my Daddy's dime, technically."

  "I thought—"

  "Nope. The lady in human resources told me this position was unpaid. I didn't argue with her." Her shoulders bounced. "Like I need whatever crummy salary you pay interns."

  I grunted in agreement. She probably spent in a week what we paid the interns in three months. The thought of her living on an intern's salary was laughable.

  I turned the page and read another comic panel from the deposition. "These are good." I wasn’t blowing smoke. They truly were. Apparently, this was Skye's true talent. "This is what you're planning to study in college?"

  Skye shook her head. "I applied for the printmaking major. It fascinates me."

  "Printmaking?"

  "The college I'm
going to has one of the best programs in the world."

  "And what are you going to do with that?"

  She smiled coyly. "Make good art."

  With her family's deep pockets, she had the luxury of chasing that dream and developing her talent without worrying about paying for food or rent or supplies. I scanned the comic panels and stopped short when I spotted the bold lettering in one of them. Liar!

  "What's this?" I turned the legal pad toward her and tapped the panel. "Who lied?"

  She looked at me as if I were dumb. "The guy giving the deposition."

  I recalled the accuser's statements. Nothing struck me as obviously false. "How do you know?"

  She reached for the file on my desk and started to flick through the pages in it. "He says he's a whistleblower who spotted the company accepting illegal hazardous waste from another company in January of this year, right?"

  "Right." I wondered where she was going with this. "The company's contract and permit to accept and process hazardous waste expired in December. He has pictures snapped from his cell phone to prove they were accepting waste in January and illegally profiting from it."

  "I call bullshit."

  I snorted with amusement. "You've seen the pictures in the file. They have time and date stamps on them."

  "Cell phones can be hacked, Linus." She pulled out one of the glossy photographs from the file. "But this?" She tapped a bit of graffiti on one of the warehouse walls behind the sinister looking hazardous waste drums. "This can't be faked."

  I sat forward and stared at the picture. "What am I looking at here?"

  "This tag?" Her perfectly manicured fingernail circled a bit of graffiti. "I know the guy who uses it."

  "You know a graffiti artist?" I couldn't believe it. Miss Trust Fund slumming it with a some gangbanger tagger? Never.

  "Know? I used to run in his crew."

  "What? You?"

  She laughed. "Don't look so surprised. I'm not exactly a goody two-shoes, Linus." She hesitated. "Linus, you know I've been in trouble before, right?" She must have seen the shock on my face. "I got pinched for graffiti when I was fourteen, fifteen and seventeen. I've never been officially arrested or books but I've paid a shit ton of fines or, rather, donations to beautification projects around Houston."