by Mia Ford
I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles rippling through him. I couldn’t get my mind to slow down. It was like part of me was freaking out while the other part of me was throwing a party, wanting more and more. Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe this was happening for real and not a fantasy. What in the hell was I doing? But, I knew the answer to that. I was enjoying my life and giving in to my urges, that was what I was doing. I was finally being a mid-twenties woman who had everything on the right track and was making decisions based on what I wanted, not what everyone else wanted for me. His lips were so damn soft, and his hands felt so good around me, I couldn’t even begin to think of backing away from him.
He ran his hands up my sides and lifted my dress up, tickling the skin above my thigh high stockings. I leaned my head back, and he trailed his lips down my neck, making my heart beat wildly in my chest. I had to stop. I had to get control over what I was doing, but it was so difficult. Between the alcohol and the fact that I had wanted this since the first day, my mind was the only thing saying stop while the rest of me was screaming for him to take me. I could feel his hand shifting to the inside of my thigh, and I slowly moved my legs apart, letting him run his fingers up to the edge of my panties. He slid his fingertips right next to my wetness and a gasp and moan escaped my chest. I opened my eyes and brought my legs back together, trying to get myself into a place where I could control myself.
He leaned back, grabbing the back of the chair next to him and breathed deeply. I could tell he was trying to control himself as well, and I was fighting myself to keep my hands to myself. I wanted to pull him back in, keep going, and just let the night take us. Then, there was my conscious, and it was starting to rear its ugly head.
“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I need to have better self-control than that.”
“Don’t apologize.” I smiled. “It is not your fault that I want you so badly. This attraction is out of control.”
“It is,” he said stepping forward, his eyes darkening again.
Slowly he reached his hand up, pushing the rogue strands of hair from my face and leaning in, kissing my lips ever so lightly. I could feel electricity move through my entire body, and I held my breath, not wanting the moment to end. He pushed his mouth harder against mine, but before I could reach my hands forward to pull him in close, the phone on the counter next to us went off. I looked over and saw my father’s name on the screen. Tanner started to laugh, and I turned the phone over, allowing it to go to voicemail.
“If that isn’t a sign,” he said, “I don’t know what is.”
“I had a really good night.” I reaching up and kissed his cheek. “Maybe this is all for the best.”
He smiled and grabbed his coat off the chair, wrapping it around his shoulders. I walked him to the door and stood there as he leaned over and kissed me softly, pulling away before we could get ourselves lost in another kiss. I watched as he left, blushing when he looked back and flashed me a charming smile. I closed the door and locked it, leaning my back against the cold metal and sighing. That man was going to drive me absolutely insane. Just as that thought passed through my mind, I could hear the beeping of my phone, letting me know I had a missed call. I sighed and walked over, figuring I should probably call my father back before he called again. I dialed the number and sat down on the couch in the living room, bracing myself for the conversation.
“Hey, baby girl,” he said.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“I just wanted to call and see how your first week at work went,” he said, sounding enthusiastic.
“It went great,” I replied. “We did a lot of financial analysis, some workups for clients, and I met a lot of the other staff.”
“That’s so great, honey,” he said. “What’s your boss’s name?”
“Oh, uh, Rick. Rick Tanner.” I slapped myself in the forehead. Should have been prepared for that question. “But he’s barely ever there.”
“They usually aren’t.” He laughed.
“How’s Mom?” I wanted to change the subject drastically, since I was feeling overwhelmed by guilt for lying.
My father had always been one of the hardest-headed people I ever met, but he was also the biggest family man I had ever seen as well. He and I had been really close through the years, especially once he realized I was more like him and nothing like my mother, except for the way she looked. We were both dark-haired beauties, as my dad like to call us. I knew he was proud of me, but I felt absolutely terrible for lying to him. If he found out, he would be so hurt. I didn’t have a lot of close relationships, and damaging ours would be devastating.
“She’s good,” he sighed. “You know, being your mother.”
“Is the new cook making good meals?”
“Your mother fired him his second day,” he said. “She’s a tough one.”
“No kidding,” I scoffed.
“Well, kiddo,” he said. “I’m going to head to bed. Just wanted to check in on you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied, smiling. “Have sweet dreams.”
“You, too.”
I got off the phone and looked down at it, shaking my head at both his wit and my guilt spilling out everywhere. Well, I guess I had to make my own decisions at some point, and that point was now. I tossed my phone to the side and stretched, realizing how alone I was in the apartment. Tanner had just been there, pressing his body against mine, moving his lips over my skin, and letting me know just how much he wanted my body. As I sat there thinking about what could have been, the heat rose again in my stomach. If only I had asked him to stay, we would be rolling around on my bed in throes of passion right now. Instead, I was sitting here, thinking about rolling around in the bed, and he was on his way back to his place.
I got up, deciding bed was probably my next best course of action since I was feeling pretty tipsy and self-serving at that moment. I took off all my clothes and climbed in under the covers, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and imagined Tanner there in my bed, his hands moving up and over my body. I could almost feel every one of his fingers caressing my thighs and pushing down against my wet mound. I sighed and slid my hand down my belly and through my folds, rubbing my clit with my palm. Immediately, fire went through my belly, and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this without an orgasm. I took my other hand and sucked on two of my fingers, rubbing them down and then pushing them inside of myself. I moaned softly enough that only I could hear it and then went back into my head where Tanner was underneath the covers.
He moved his head up my legs and hovered over my pussy, his breath hot against my wetness. I reached up out of the covers and into the drawer of my nightstand. I pulled out a medium-sized pink vibrator and clicked it on, rubbing it softly against my nub, pretending that it was Tanner’s tongue. I tore the blankets off me and spread my legs wide, leaning my head back and moaning loudly as the pulsating action of the rubber head bounced softly against me. I pushed down on it, sliding it downward and inside of me, wanting to prolong the feeling of building pressure even though I could come right then if I wanted to.
I began to fuck myself with the vibrator, sitting up slightly in the bed and wrapping my whole hand around it as I plunged it deep and hard inside of me. I imagined Tanner there, his hard muscles flexing as he thrust his hips over and over against me, his cock sopping wet from my juices. I moaned loudly, turning myself on by the sounds coming from my own throat, picturing him there doing it to me, as hard and fast as he could. I slipped the vibrator out and back up to my clit, rubbing it in circles, wishing I had more than one. Wishing even more that I had Tanner there to do it for me. I leaned back against the bed, wanting to feel the buildup nice and slow, imagining that I was getting ready to come all over his cock. I reached out with one hand and grabbed the bed as I used the other hand to control the vibrator.
The rubber on the head was smooth and slick from my wetness, and it easy slipped back and forth over my hard nub,
while swooping down and moving deep inside of me where it vibrated against my walls. I closed my eyes once again and imagined Tanner fucking me so hard he was ready to explode. I gripped the bed next to me imagining him thrusting deep and holding it there. I pulsed the vibrator inside of me, pretending it was his cock, exploding, and pumping his hot seed while pleasure ran through his body. The vision in my head was too much for me to hold on any longer. I pulled the vibrator out and flipped myself onto my knees reaching back and rubbing it hard against my clit. I arched my back as the pleasure began to spread, my body erupting in orgasm as I pushed the dildo in and out, over and back, allowing every single part of my body to feel the sensation.
I screamed loudly, grabbing my nipple and twisting it as the erotic feeling of release flushed through every part of my body. I sat there for several minutes, unable to move, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me and causing me to shake and tremble. When my body began to relax, I turned the knob and dropped the vibrator into the bed, collapsing onto my stomach and groaning in defeat. God that felt so good. If only it were Tanner’s doing. Instead, I opened my eyes and remembered that the house was quiet, and he was on his way back to his place. How depressing to be twenty-five and have your Dad cock-block you.
I thought that would have satisfied me, help me give up on the idea of having Tanner like I wanted to, but as I lay there thinking about him, I realized nothing but his cock was going to satiate this lust.
Chapter 7
Tanner
Normally, I was excited to see Monday. It meant work was going to get done, people would be more responsive to answering their phones, and the company could stop pausing and move forward. However, after spending my entire weekend thinking about nothing more than the fact that I could have nailed the hell out of Ava, but I didn’t, I was feeling drained and worn down. The upside to it all was I had plenty of meetings to keep me busy all day. The downside was, the first meeting of the day was an executive meeting talking about the upcoming company events, and I was sitting right across from Ava. She looked tired but gorgeous as always, having done her makeup and hair and wearing the perfect business attire. She always looked the part to a tee, something that was more important than people realized. I didn’t mind because her clothes were tight and form fitting, and I could see her perfect curves.
As the head of HR talked to the crowd, I glanced up from my notes at Ava who was sitting across the table from me. She was leaned forward, and I had a perfect shot of her amazing cleavage. She looked so damn sexy, it was insane. She glanced up at me and swatted me with a piece of paper, her mouth curled up in a smirk and her eyes wide. I chuckled and looked around, making sure no one was paying attention. Ava then turned back to the HR director who started talking about the charity event this weekend. It was a polo match in Greenwich, and they were hoping employees would come and show support since our company was sponsoring it. That was perfect for me because that meant I could spend time with Ava at an actual event outside. However, as she turned around, she didn’t seem to share the same enthusiasm. She looked perplexed, almost stressed, and I furrowed my brow at her in curiosity. She shook her head and looked back down at the paper.
The rest of the meeting was slow and hard to get through, but I was more concerned with figuring out what was going on in Ava’s head. Was she worried that she was going to be there with me? Did she already make plans and not want to disappoint? Did she terribly hate polo? That last question made me chuckle to myself, wondering who did like polo besides the people who played it. I watched her face move back to normal as she continued to take notes, now not paying much attention to me at all. I wasn’t sure why, but it bothered me when she didn’t pay attention to me. I was like a child playing with his crush during school time, only I couldn’t get in trouble by the teacher because I was the head of the school.
When the meeting was over, I waited until everyone else had left, looking over at Ava in a way that told her I needed her to stay behind with me. She had acted so strangely when they talked about the polo match, and I wanted to find out what was up. I hoped it didn’t have anything to do with me or with what happened between us on Friday night. She was important to the future of the company, and if I had screwed up, I wanted to make it right. She stood up and smiled at me.
“What’s up?” She was trying to act like nothing was wrong, but I could see right through it.
“When they talked about the polo match, you looked a little bit upset,” I said. “Is it me? I can stay home if it's something you want to go to.”
“What? No.” She chuckled. “My parents go to the polo match every year, and I’d already told them I would go with them. I mean, I don’t really have a choice since they don’t know I work for MJ. I either have to go with them or not at all.”
I nodded my head, just relieved it had nothing to do with me. I’d had an amazing time with her the other night, and though I knew it would be stupid to continue anything, there was still that small hope there. Just as I was about to say something, one of the employees walked in to get the meeting room straightened up. I nodded toward the door and walked side by side through the office, talking low as if we were discussing business. Finally, when we reached the end of the hall, we ducked into my office and shut the door. At first, we were standing enticingly close together, and for a moment, my breath caught in my throat, and all I could think about was pressing my mouth against hers. She smiled and put her hand on my face, leaning forward and kissing my cheek before walking over and sitting down in the chair across from the desk.
I walked over and sat down, leaning back in my chair and taking in a deep breath, my hands folded in front of me. I wasn’t sure what to say so I was giving her the opportunity to talk first. She stood up and walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the walls. She stopped at the last one and smiled. It was her father and me when we first opened our office in Brooklyn. Regardless of how things had ended, we had been best friends back then, and I missed him from time to time. She moved past that and looked at my shelves, running her fingers along the spines of the books I kept up there. For some reason, even though I never read them, it felt right or comforting to me to keep the classics on the shelf. Some people thought it was a décor thing, but it was more of a home away from home kind of thing. I cleared my throat, grabbing her attention. She walked back over and took a seat.
“First of all, go with your family to the polo match,” I said. “I forgot how much your dad liked that event, and I know it's important for him to do family things together. I’ll just pull you behind the bathrooms in the afternoon and steel some of your time.”
“That’s so romantic, Tanner.” Her sardonic tone said how unromantic she found the idea.
“Well, you know how I am,” I replied, laughing. “I want to apologize for Friday night. I mean, I don’t regret it in the least, but I also felt like it was something both of us did after a lot of alcohol and a really long week at work. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”
“It’s okay,” she said, standing back up. “I don’t apologize at all, actually.”
I looked at her as she stepped forward. She had a playful look on her face, and she leaned forward on my desk, her shirt sinking low and her breasts heaving forward. I wanted to stick my face in it, but I refrained, instead of looking up into her eyes. She was biting the edge of her lip, and she reached forward, grabbing my tie. As she pulled me forward, she took my bottom lip in her mouth and sucked it hard and slow. As she released it from her mouth, mine was hanging wide open, shocked at her response.
“I didn’t mind it at all,” she whispered. “Probably because I wanted it so bad.”
She glanced down at my cock that was, at that point, rock solid and throbbing. Instantly, my mind went somewhere else. I pictured her walking around the desk and kneeling out of view, unzipping my pants and putting those luscious lips around my cock. Without a doubt, she knew what I was thinking and let go of my tie, winked and turned, s
ashaying out of the office. I watched her ass move back and forth in her skirt, and I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my hand down my hard cock. If it wasn’t a day full of meetings, I’d lock the door and jack my cock right there, bringing her in to watch, but I knew that was something we would easily get caught for. I was the owner of the company, but I didn’t make a habit of fucking people in the office, well not very often at least.
I sat for at least fifteen minutes trying to get my cock to go down. I had several more meetings to get through that day, and I didn’t want to do it with a raging hard-on the entire time. When I finally emerged from the office, I didn’t even look over at her room, but I could hear her giggling as I walked past. I did the best to hide my smile and then went into the meetings, immersing myself in the information that was being given, even though I knew it all already. I was, after all, the one who wrote the schedule for the meetings. When the last meeting was over, I went back to my room and found that Ava had already left for the day. I was disappointed until I saw a note on my desk that read, “Check your phone.”
I picked my phone up and looked at it, not sure what she was talking about. There were no new messages, no missed calls, nothing. I had left it in my office while I was in the meetings, more by accident than on purpose. I sighed, not sure why, unless she hadn’t sent me anything yet. I looked at the note again but that was what it said. I scratched my head and put it down, gathering my files and putting them in my briefcase. As I piled the files in the bag, I stopped, thinking about the other places something could be left on my phone. I pulled it back out and went to the camera roll. My mouth dropped open as I stared down at the photo. Apparently, Ava had come into my office and snapped a pic of her tits and left it as a gift for me on my phone.