Tech Support (Working Stiffs Book 4)

by S. L. Carpenter

  As he continued to toy with her, she was helpless to do anything but enjoy the physical torment.

  “Do you want me to lick your hot, tasty pussy, or just fuck you?”

  Meredith swallowed and let the images run through her mind. It had been so long since she had either that she felt torn. She answered for her entire gender. “Can I have both?”

  They staggered into the kitchen…Chad’s hot breath cut through her and made her blood boil. He was tender then rough as he played with her nipples—toying with each one, flicking his tongue over the hardened tip then forcefully sucking it into his mouth. He nuzzled between them and licked her breastbone with a groan of pleasure.

  Meredith saw his wicked grin and it made her want to attack him even more.

  “I wasn’t about to ignore your beautiful breasts. Besides, they’re on the way…I’m heading south to where I plan to spend a lot of time.”

  She shuddered as her bare back hit the marble top of the kitchen island. The cold sent shivers through the heat radiating from her body.

  Chad spread her legs apart and made a harsh sound in his throat. He was like a lion eying its prey. “Damn, you have a beautiful pussy. I bet it tastes as good as it looks.”

  “Go ahead and find out…” she moaned when his lips began to kiss their way up her legs.

  Her mind blanked as his mouth began to suck and pull at her labia. His tongue flicked over her clit sending shocks of pleasure through her, like waves splashing over her body.

  “Mmm, good.” His voice vibrated through her, the humming and growling adding to her wild pleasure.

  She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him harder against her, hanging her head back over the edge of the countertop and gasping aloud. She was lost in bliss as his tongue darted in between her folds of flesh like forced torture. She was on the brink of exploding.

  His finger slid in and out in rhythm with his tongue. The combination was too much as she felt her legs begin to shake and quiver.

  Her eyelids fluttered when he stood up. “Oh God, don’t stop now,” she begged.

  Chad kept massaging her dripping pussy and moved to her face, kissing her sweetly, with surprising tenderness.

  She could taste her own passion on his lips and ached for more. She reached her arms toward him, but he swatted her hands away.

  “No. I tell you what to do.”

  She lay bare and exposed, and turned her head to watch in anticipation as Chad unfastened his pants and tugged them down. “Open your mouth.”

  She almost came with his words. He was certainly in control, demanding but not degrading. He was telling her what he wanted, and she was hungry to oblige.

  She closed her eyes and began to lick the tip of his cock, tasting his anticipation. Her head hung from the end of the counter and she welcomed his thick cock as it slid into her mouth, even though she was pretty much upside down. His groans fueled her fire.

  “Oh fuck” he moaned, squeezing and toying with her warm, sensitive breasts.

  Then he reached down and began to use his fingers to probe back into her inner sanctum. As he moved his hips forward, he pushed his fingers into her. Her legs spread wide as she wanted to feel him deeper inside.

  With a sudden wave of pleasure, she felt herself let go and release all the pent-up passion. She clenched her body tightly and shook, letting the orgasm take her over.

  She heard an odd sound as the tremors lessened and she opened her eyes.

  “Teeth….” He whispered carefully.

  Meredith opened her mouth and released his cock. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

  Chad looked down at his cock and whimpered. “Are you okay, little buddy?”

  She couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s nothing little about him.”

  As she climbed off the counter Chad quickly stepped behind her. With a hard smack on her ass he bent her over the counter. “My turn”

  He admired the curve and shape of her rear. The rosy pink mark from his hand lingered there. “Damn you have a nice ass. I’d love to…”

  The animal had risen, and Chad pressed his cock along the split of her cheeks and pushed her down against the counter. He could tell she wanted more from the way she shuddered and spread her feet apart wider.

  “Are you going to tease me or fuck me?” she mumbled.

  Chad laughed and dragged his fingers along the slope of her spine.

  “That tickles.”

  With a single hard thrust he sank his hard, thick cock into her and they both let out groans of pleasure that echoed through the room. “Fuck, your pussy is tight.”

  Grabbing a handful of her hair, he yanked her head up and leaned in. “You feel fucking incredible. I’m going to savor this.” He slammed harder, in and out of her wetness, his balls slapping against the back of her hot thighs.

  He was abusing her pussy and she loved every minute of it.

  She loved being taken by Chad and pushing back against every deep thrust. She loved the way he relentlessly pounded harder and deeper each time. It dawned on her that she loved everything he was doing. A smile spread across her face and she willingly let him have his way.

  Her legs ached from standing and her breasts were sore from being pressed against the counter, but as she felt him tightly squeezing her hips she knew he was close.

  His breath quickened and the slapping sound between them echoed through her apartment. With a few hard, jarring thrusts she heard him groan and felt his heat release erupt over and over within her.

  He caught his breath, then lay on top of her for a moment and kissed the back of her neck. Finally he stepped back, falling from her slippery haven. She wobbled and tried to straighten stand, holding on to the counter for support. The remnants of their sex trickled down her inner thigh.

  “By the way…you’re the one that’s going to have to clean this countertop. Especially before you make me breakfast.” She carefully staggered away.

  “Breakfast?”

  “Yes breakfast. Let’s get to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”

  Chapter Six

  Chad rolled over in bed and found his pillow somewhere around his knees.

  Opening his eyes he glanced around, recognized Merry’s bedroom, and grinned. It had been one hell of an amazing night, with one hell of an amazing woman. He allowed himself five minutes to wallow in his personal masculine afterglow.

  The sound of water running from the bathroom alerted him to the fact that she was mostly likely in the shower, and he toyed with the idea of joining her. Could be fun…

  He was relaxed. Very relaxed.

  Pffffffhhhhhhhhttttt.

  Uh, maybe a little too relaxed?

  And he also wasn’t in his own bed, or even a hotel bed, but at least the running water muffled the sound and Merry wouldn’t need to inhale his manly aromas.

  Pushing the mess of sheets aside, he stretched and sat up, scratching those male places that always itched in the morning.

  A buzz from his phone distracted him. He vaguely remembered putting it on the bedside table, but couldn’t recall at what point…maybe when she was helping him take off his pants or something. Or had that been in the kitchen?

  Whatever. The phone buzzed again. He picked it up and stared at the screen. It was a text message.

  Denise: 911 EMERGENCY. Call immediately.

  Whoa.

  He quickly hit her speed dial number. It was barely eight in the morning, on a Saturday. That meant it was five am in Sacramento. What the fuck…?

  “Denise. What?”

  “We need you here, like now,” she answered immediately. “There’s been a tender for a hostile takeover. The board is meeting today. I managed to put them off until four thirty. I have a flight booked for you from Logan, direct, departing at eleven. A car will be meeting you when you arrive. It’s gonna be close, Chad. You gotta get your ass here ASAP.”

  “On my way.” He hung up, shocked to his core.

  Fuck.

 
The world crashed back into Chad’s lovely haze of sexual afterglow. He had to leave, and he had to leave now. Right this minute.

  Rushing around, he grabbed his clothes, and struggled into his shirt, socks and—fuck it, his underwear was somewhere, but not where it should be.

  He figured commando would do. He’d need to stop by the hotel, pick up his gear and then go straight to Logan.

  Grabbing his phone again he hit up a ride share, blessing the “Use this location?” feature, because he had no idea of Merry’s address. Rushing too fast, he zipped up his pants without paying attention. Which wasn’t a good thing.

  He would have screamed, but the sound caught in his throat and came out as more of an “eeeeeep”.

  Visions of his dick looking like pulled pork instead of human flesh darted through his mind as he gently undid the zipper and checked out his best buddy.

  Upon close inspection, he realized it was only a tiny scratch. Sure, sometimes guys can be babies about pain, but when it comes to a certain part of their anatomy…no pain can go unnoticed. Ever.

  Shoving his tie in his pocket and grabbing his jacket and wallet, he glanced around, making sure he had everything.

  Shit. Merry.

  He hadn’t told her yet. She had no clue who he was. And they’d just spent the most extraordinary night together exploring each other in ways that were probably illegal in at least ten states.

  He wanted her again and knew this was something that might just be very important in the normal course of events.

  But he hadn’t had chance to reveal his true identity. Perhaps he might have done it over dinner tonight. Cleared the decks, got everything out in the open and see where it left them.

  Now? Now he had to haul ass and try not to make it seem like he was walking out after hot sex. And he sure couldn’t tell her anything about his real life when he was about to fly cross country.

  He could just imagine…”Hey honey. I have to fly to California to avoid a hostile takeover. Why? Oh because I own the company you work for…”

  Yeah. No. That conversation would take a helluva lot more than three minutes.

  He took a breath and opened the bathroom door, finding it full of steam. She was still in the shower. “Merry?” he yelled, “hey, Merry?”

  The curtain slid back and revealed her wet face surrounded by locks of shining dripping hair. “You’re awake, I see…” She grinned. “Wanna save water?”

  “Honey, I can’t.” He shook his head. “I just got a call. Er…family emergency. I gotta fly out this morning.”

  “Chad?” She frowned at him. ”Is everything okay?” She reached for a towel. “Fly out? Fly out where?”

  His phone buzzed an alert that his ride was two minutes away. He had to get going. There simply wasn’t time to get into details.

  “I’ll call you or text you as soon as I know anything. I’m really sorry, babe. This has been so awesome. Can we do dinner when I get back? Should be Monday or Tuesday at the latest if all goes well…” he was already backing away from the door.

  “Uh…sure…”

  “Okay. Gotta go. Thanks…”

  He hurried away, deliberately blocking out the vision of a wet and naked Merry and turning his thoughts to his corporate dilemma.

  This threat had hung over their heads for a couple of years, but it had been so quiet that Chad—and everyone else as well—had been fooled into believing it was no longer an issue.

  But now it was.

  He had to take the helm and once again steer TechNow through the murky waters of high finance, stock offerings, profits and losses. Which sucked at any time, but especially now that he’d discovered something he really really wanted, and it had nothing to do with corporate earnings.

  He wanted Merry.

  *~*~*~*~*

  Well shit.

  Merry walked out of her shower wrapped in towel, wondering what the hell had just happened.

  The guy she’d spent many hours of the night fucking, with a great deal of pleasure, had just poofed out of existence. Or at least that’s what it felt like.

  She stared at the bed and started pulling off the sheets. Saturdays were for laundry and errands, so it was a routine movement she did without thinking much about it.

  Suddenly one sheet snagged on something, then broke free and slipped off the bed, depositing a pair of tighty whities on the floor in front of her.

  Okay. Chad had been here. She didn’t dream the whole thing.

  Reassured, she spent the rest of the morning trying to do normal stuff, while not worrying too much about Chad.

  She didn’t know where he was from, so she had no idea where he would be going in such a hurry. Who did he have in the way of family? Was one of them sick? In an accident perhaps? Where did they live that he had to fly to see them?

  She didn’t know because they hadn’t really touched on personal topics in their conversations. Which now seemed odd, but at the time…there’d always been something to talk about.

  Dressed in her weekend sweat pants and top, and with her laundry in the machine, Merry poured a third cup of coffee and sat at the island, trying not to remember the spot where she’d been so thoroughly smacked and then fucked.

  The mug clattered as she put it down on the granite. God, that had been one incredibly hot night. She shivered at the memory.

  But, when she really thought about it, she knew pretty much nothing about her recent sexual partner, other than he was good-looking, very smart, funny and hell on wheels in bed.

  So points for him because of that, but it still left her in the dark about his personal life.

  Her cellphone rang, the theme from “Gilligan’s Island” announcing that it was Mrs. French from across the hall.

  “Hi Mrs. French. How are you?”

  “I’m fine dear. Thank you for asking. I am sorry to bother you, but I wanted to let you know that I’m away for the weekend. So would you take my Sunday paper? I’d hate to leave it outside and tell everyone my apartment’s empty.”

  “Of course. No worries. And I think I’ll be in most of the weekend, so I’ll keep an eye open.”

  “You’re a darling. You should be out partying…just a sec,” there was a pause for a moment, then Mrs. French came back on the line. “Sorry, that was Maurice. Such an impetuous man, if you know what I mean.” She giggled.

  “Uh…” Merry swallowed. Mrs. French was over seventy, and Maurice—who Merry had met twice—was even older. “Well, you two have fun, okay?”

  “Oh we plan on it, dear. Thank you. See you soon.”

  Merry stared at the now-silent phone. Even her geriatric neighbor was getting it on. Must be something in the air.

  Although she had better luck keeping her guy in one place than Merry.

  Still at least she’d get to read the Sunday paper this weekend. One day she might subscribe herself, even though it was terribly anti-environmental. But the feel of a paper, the lazy hour to oneself, it seemed a little luxury that Merry looked forward to.

  With that in mind, she added a couple of things to her shopping list and took off to continue her Saturday.

  She did her best not to check her phone more than once an hour.

  She failed, of course. The damn thing refused to reveal any texts or missed calls or even the weather forecast. She punched the app and found out the temperature was barely fifty degrees and there was an eighty percent chance of frost during the coming week.

  She rolled her eyes and put her groceries in the car.

  Since there was no Chad, she decided to pass on any other outings, turning down an invite from Kat to join her at their favorite wine bar. It was a wee bit too soon for a blow-by-blow analysis of the launch party, and Merry knew she still hadn’t managed to control her anger at her bosses.

  Last night with Chad had been…well, there weren’t too many words left to describe it as far as satisfaction went. But it had also been tiring, exercising muscles she hadn’t used in quite some time.

 
So a long soak in the tub, a favorite movie and a thorough wallowing in some expensive body lotion later, Merry yawned and tucked herself into bed.

  She checked her phone one more time.

  Not a damn word from Chad.

  Well fuck him, then. If it meant so little to him, why should she get her panties in a twist when he didn’t call?

  Although he had promised to let her know stuff…

  She fell asleep wading her way through similar, and equally useless, questions.

  Chapter Seven

  Chad’s flight landed on time, but with the wait for a gate it was another twenty minutes before he could rush down the jetway and out in the glaring California sun.

  His phone showed twenty messages, another three dozen texts and a scream meme from Denise.

  Yeah, the shit was certainly hitting the fan.

  He’d barely made a dent in all the media when the car arrived at the office. Apparently, he wasn’t allowed time to go home and change. Fortunately, the ever-efficient Denise always kept a clean shirt in one of her office closets. He’d spilled coffee more than a few times, so it was a godsend, and one he intended to take advantage of as soon as the elevator got him to his floor.

  “Thank the Lord,” said Denise, practically dragging him through the doors. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it in time.” She started dragging his coat off him.

  “Uh…”

  Foggy from the flight, where he’d slept off and on, and muddled about the whole time thing, he stood there, letting her undress him.

  “You want my pants too?”

  She frowned at him. Then sniffed.

  “J’Adore.”

  “I love you too, darlin’, but is this time to tell me in French?” He put his arms into the blessed clean shirt.

  “No, the perfume. You smell of J’Adore. It’s one of my favorites.” She spun him around and started buttoning the front. “Who is she?”

  “Er…well…”

  “Someone you picked up?”

  “No.”