by Tilly Pope
I lick my lips and he watches my tongue trace my mouth and shifts a bit in his seat. The tiny motion is so slight I can convince myself it didn’t really happen.
“I’d rather be here with you.”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
I nod. Miranda will forgive me. That is, she’ll forgive me if she even remembers the party. She’s pretty wasted right now.
“I meant it when I said I’d rather spend the night with you.” I’ve never said anything like this to anyone before. I glance up as the bartender sets a line of shots in front of me.
She gestures toward the table Miranda’s at. “Your friends said you need these.” Her surly tone stuns me and I notice how she’s quick to ignore me and focus on my boss. “And would you like another?” She leans toward him, displaying her cleavage and I look the other way. Damn she’s rude..
“No thanks.” He dismisses her without even glancing at her and she stalks off in a huff. He’s focused on me and I smile and pick up the first shot.
“Cheers!” Liquid courage, here I come!
I swallow the fiery liquid and press the back of my hand to my mouth to cover my cough. “I don’t usually drink. At all. But it’s Miranda’s bachelorette!”
He nods and lifts his drink. I clink the edge of my shot with his and swallow it in one drink. The burn stings my nose and my eyes water. The burning sensation blazes all down my throat and hits my stomach hard.
I shudder and slide a shot his direction. He moves it right back, his eyes on my face. “I have to be able to drive.”
“You don’t. Stay here with me.” I want to get a room with him and make good on the promises his eyes are whispering. As the alcohol warms me up and things get a bit hazy, I put a hand on his. “I want you to fuck me tonight. I don’t make bad decisions. I don’t do things like this. But, I wanna be a bad girl tonight.”
He lets out a little growl and stands up. I take another shot and stand up. The whole world tilts crazily and I grab his arm, giggling. This is fun! The next thing I know, he’s got my shoes in his hand and an arm around my waist.
I lean into him, inhaling his thick, male scent and enjoying the tingling hum between my thighs.
The world jumps and we’re in front of the front desk. I might be singing a song only I can hear. I’m a freaking rock star and the world is my stage.
The elevator almost knocks me off my feet and the sickening sensation of it stopping twists up my insides. I’m swaying and he’s got his hands on my hips, keeping me on my feet. I lean into him, loving the way his hands feel on me. Standing behind me, he wraps an arm around me and a feeling of absolute safety and calm wash over me.
Then we’re in a room. I’m on the bed, watching him lock the door before turning and approaching in a way that sends my heart into my throat. As my pulse thunders in my ears, he pulls me into his arms and nearly across his lap like I weigh nothing. Then his lips are on mine.
I sigh, melting into his touch. I want this. I want this so bad.
His tongue presses past my lips and I open to him. Nothing is off limits. I’ll give him anything he wants. Anything he demands. Hell, I’ll get on my knees and beg if he wants me to.
His fingers tangle in my hair and tug gently. I giggle as his lips leave mine to touch my throat. The sting of his teeth stuns me even as he kisses the spot and the warmth eases the pain. He growls deep in his throat and kisses me again.
I’ve never been so turned on and desperate for another human being in my whole life. I’m pretty sure I’m soaking wet right now and it’s all his fault.
I whimper and he swallows the sound, his tongue swirling around mine in an aggressively claiming motion that makes me weak inside. His hand slips up my thigh and finds my thong. I feel him hook a finger in the material and pull it aside. His blunt, thick fingers slide easily across my wetness.
“So wet,” he murmurs against my lips.
I can’t speak, but I moan as his fingers find my clit.. Oh, God, no one has ever touched me like this.
He masterfully begins to rub circles around my clit and fireworks of sensation pop off through my body. Pleasure screams through me and I move my hips, fucking his hand.
He growls and ducks his head. Down to my nipple and his lips close around it with the barrier of my favorite little black dress still between us.
His teeth tease the hard nub and his fingers keep working in and out of me, his thumb circling my throbbing clit. Never in a million years did I think he’d be such a freaking incredible lover.
“Don’t stop.” I whimper the words as I teeter on the edge of unimaginable pleasure. I’m pretty sure this is impossible. I never get this close this fast. Masturbation takes me a half-hour plus, easily. I might be drunk, but there’s no way this has been more than a few minutes.
“I’m not going to stop.”
Hi growl sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m so close.” My cheeks burn as I say the words, but the feeling of being so open and honest turns me on even more.
“I know. Come for me.”
As if he’s hit a magic button with those words, my body tightens up. Pleasure screams through me and ripples outward in waves as I buck against his hand, his fingers.
I cling to him, pulsing with pleasure and gasping as wave after wave crashes over me until I’m sure I’m going to drown in the incredible feeling. His touch is freaking magic and I’m pretty sure I’m hooked.
“More. I need more.” I shiver as the waves continue deep inside me.
His lips are on mine again and I melt.
6
Pax
Her body flutters around my fingers and I’m ready to taste her. Some small part of me whispers that I shouldn’t do this. That she’s drunk.
I gently lay her down and her legs fall open for me, her black dress almost up around her hips. She looks fucking delicious and beautiful and I want her so goddamned bad. I can’t remember wanting anyone or anything more than I want her.
Without another word, I move between her legs and bury my face in her sweet, warm wet pussy. Her fingers comb through my hair and grip me like she wouldn’t let me go even if I want to back off. Which only enflames my need.
Her sweet scent fills my nose and my lips close around her clit and forms a seal around the little button. It’s still throbbing from her previous orgasm and I want to feel that fresh flood of pussy when she comes again. I need to please her. I want to please her. The shock in her eyes when she came on my fingers tells me she’s not used to being pleased like this and that’s a crying fucking shame.
“Right there, oh, wow.” She moans the words and my cock pulses painfully. I reach under myself with one hand and press a palm to my aching hard on. There’s no relief, but her body coils up and her belly goes taut. I glance up, loving how she looks spread out in front of me like this. The black dress hugs her tight and shows off every sexy curve.
With one hand I reach up and tug her dress down until her tits pop free. She lifts her head and stares at me in shock with eyes so clouded with pleasure I’m not sure she’s even aware where we are. Her nipples tighten the second the air hits them and I palm one breast before tugging on her nipple.
Her back arches and she lets out a low moan of pleasure as my tongue works harsh circles on her clit.
“I’ve never…” she trails off, her whole body jolting as she lets out a moan. “I’ve never come like this.”
No one’s ever made her come from oral? What the fuck kind of assholes has she been with? Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling almost painfully as she inhales sharply. I double down on her clit and feel the trembling of her thighs as she nears the edge.
I reach up with my other hand and grab both her tits in my hands a bit rougher than I should. But her back arches as I rub the pads of my thumbs across her taut nipples.
She lets out a low moan and her hips buck as she lets go. Her belly tightens, then relaxes as ripples roll through her. Moisture rushes my chin and I lower my tongue to
spear it inside her. She’s so sweet and juicy I want more. Her walls tighten around my tongue. The squeeze, release, squeeze, release pattern is more intoxicating than any alcohol, more addicting than any drug and I know I’m fucking fucked. This woman’s got me hooked.
Her fingers release my hair and she reaches for me. “Please,” she whispers and I rise up. I pull off my jacket and sling it over the chair. I can taste her on my lips. I pull off my tie and unbutton my shirt while she squirms. I watch out of the corner of my eyes and realize I like it when she squirms. I might have to make that a regular thing.
I stop, stunned by my thoughts. No. Not a regular thing. I know the rules. One and done. No feelings, no strings. But the sinking sensation that it might not be that easy with her fills me as I toss my pants over the chair.
If I’m smart, I’ll walk the fuck away right now.
I move back to her and climb on top of her. Lowering to my elbows, I enjoy the softness of her body under mine. Her hips tilt under me and she pulls me into a hungry kiss that kills me. I know she can taste her pussy on my lips, but it doesn’t atop her at all and my cock is so fucking hard I can’t hold back anymore.
I break the kiss to line up. She touches the corner of her lip with her thumb before smudging the wet spot there and shoving her thumb between her lips. I watch as she slowly draws it out, her eyes locked on me.
I growl. “Knock that the fuck off or I’m going to have to use your mouth.”
“I dare you,” she whispers, a wicked sparkle in her eyes.
Instead I push inside her to the hilt. She cries out in shock, her nails digging into me as her body yields to me. Her soft, slick walls are warm and welcoming around me and I exhale in sheer pleasure. Fuck, I’m going to have to focus to keep from just exploding inside her. She feels so damned tight around me.
Her legs grip my hips and I drive into her while nestling my face in her neck. I inhale her scent and press my lips to her soft skin. She’s so fucking perfect. I pull back and press home in her, biting down on my tongue to hold back the rush. It’s been too fucking long.
But I need to please her. It’s an almost fanatical desperation driving me at this point. I need her to enjoy this as much as possible.
“Am I hurting you?” I touch my lips to her chin then lick the spot.
She shakes her head, but I stop and stare down at her. Her whole body is tight and tense and I know she’s not being honest. “Truth now or I stop for good.” I’m not going to hurt her. Not unless she likes it and wants me to—but that has to be decided beforehand and when she’s not drunk.
“It hurts.”
I back right off her and she sits up on the bed, looking dazed and ravished and oh so fucking horny.
“I don’t want to stop.” With a drunken giggle she slips off the bed and grabs the shoes I’d dropped near the bed. She slips them on while I watch, curious where she’s going with this. With more than a little wobble and seriously uncoordinated thanks to the alcohol in her system, she wiggles out of her dress and stands up, totally naked.
All the air squeezes out of my lungs and my cock leaps. She stands up in nothing more than her black heels and gives me a sexy smile before turning and bending over the bed.
“This was what I want,” she says, giving her ass a little wiggle. “I wanted you to bend me over the table and fuck me in the interview.”
Without another word, I walk over and grab her hips. Pushing my cock in her, I feel her knees buckle and hold her upright with only my hands. She cries out in pleasure and shock as her fingers find her clit and begin to work it while I plunge into her. Her ass bounces perfectly and I imagine shoving myself deep into her tight pucker. Another time. I’m going to have her ass. I’m going to have all of her. Fuck the one and done rule. I’m going to ride this out until we can’t anymore.
Her ass bounces with every thrust and my cock trembles inside her. I’ve never been so fucking hard—it fucking hurts. But she feels incredible and the little muffled moans she’s letting out only turn me on more with every passing second. The pressure in my balls builds and builds as the intensity increases.
“Fuck me harder.” She glances at me over her shoulder and I almost fucking blow my load in her right then and there.
Digging my fingertips into her hips so hard I worry I might leave marks; I fuck her harder. Her whole body bounces and I love the way her tits swing. She looks fucking good like this and the heels give her the perfect height.
“Oh, yes.” She moans and I feel her body clench tight around me. There’s no holding back as her body milks my cock and the flood of moisture from her orgasm lubes me up even more and makes the sliding sensation too intense to handle.
With a growl of pleasure and surprise I explode into her as my balls draw tight to my body. With her walls milking my cock she draws every last drop of come out of my cock and I groan at the overwhelming pleasure.
Fuck.
Her body goes mostly limp and I slide out of her, scoop her up, and place her on the bed. Almost instantly her breathing deepens and she falls asleep.
But I don’t.
I lay next to her, holding her, stunned by the flood of emotions rolling through me.
But that’s not part of it. Emotions have no place in my sex life.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
7
Holly
The pounding in my head pulls me out of sleep and I blink up at the ceiling.
Where the fuck am I? I’m not at home, that’s for sure. This looks like a hotel room. But how…? I glance over and my heart sinks as I notice there’s someone in the bed with me. He’s facing away so all I can see is strong muscles and black hair with a smattering of white among the black.
What the hell happened last night? I slept with a stranger?
I vaguely remember being at the bar last night. I remember drinking. Shots. Miranda’s bachelorette. It’s all a blur and coming back in patches.
Shifting a bit, I feel my thighs slide together sexily and know that I had sex last night. I’m sore in all the places I shouldn’t be sore and an awful feeling rushes through me. Who did I sleep with? My heart sinks in my chest and I let out a curse.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I try to sit up the pounding in my head stops me from making too much progress. Blinding flashes fill my vision and the stranger rolls toward me.
And I see it’s not a stranger at all.
“Oh, fuck, no.” What did I do?
My bosses blue eyes meet mine and I sink in the bed, holding my head. I’m fucking naked and I’m pretty sure my boss and I fucked last night.
This is why I don’t drink. When I have one, I tend to like the feeling and it’s just too easy to keep going and have too many. But I don’t stop once I start unless I’ve got a friend to cut me off. Last night, there was no one to stop me and I had too many. I’ve never slept with anyone while drunk, but I think I always knew it was a possibility it would happen, thus how careful I am. Usually, at least.
“Did we…?” I can’t even ask.
But I don’t need to ask as flashes of fucking fill my mind. His head between my legs. My stunned surprise as I came with his mouth on me. His fingers in me. Him on top of me. Putting on my heels and bending over the bed like a fucking whore and wiggling my ass at him while begging him to fuck me.
Who am I? I don’t know anymore.
“Oh, God.” I press my palms to my eyelids and put slight pressure on my eyes in hopes of relieving the headache and pain. Humiliation stings my cheeks and I know I’m bright red. How the hell do I deal with this awkwardness?
“We did.” He reaches on his nightstand table and opens a bottle that rattles. Then he presses something into my hand and offers me a bottle of water. “Tylenol and water. For your head.”
The oddly sweet gesture stuns me. I take the medication and drink the water without even thinking about making sure the pills are what he says they are. “Thank you,” I say.
“You’re welcome.”
> “About last night…”
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He’s as calm as can be and I relax a bit. I expect some awkwardness, some weird feeling. But it feels natural as breathing being here with him like this.
“I do want to talk about it. I’m not usually like that.” My cheeks burn hotter like I’m coming down with a fever.
“That’s a shame. I really enjoyed myself. And I’m pretty sure you did to.” A wicked smile crosses his lips and I remember orgasm after orgasm at his mercy. I remember feeling sexy and hot and wanted. I remember how he’d touched me in all the right places and in all the right ways to draw out my pleasure.
“I did. I remember that. But it’s all flashes. They’re coming back, though.” I study his handsome face. “What now?” He’s still my boss—I didn’t forget that part. How can I work with him after we’ve slept together? Won’t it be forever weird?
“What do you want to happen now?” His serious expression makes me want to kiss his lips. I want him to fuck me again. The realization and the way his eyes narrow and tell me he knows exactly what’s on my mind turn me on even more. I inhale sharply and he leans in and presses his lips to mine.
The kiss manages to be hungry and sweet. My head flares and I wince. He holds onto me, his hand gently kneading the back of my neck. “I’m sorry your head hurts.” He presses his lips to my forehead and I want to melt into him.
I need to clear the air and come clean about the interview mix up. “The interview… I realized it was supposed to be for someone else. I’m sorry I tricked you.” I blink and meet his gaze, expecting to see anger in his eyes.
But I don’t. He’s not mad, but there is a hint of amusement in his expression.
A smile tugs the corners of his lips and he pulls me close. His embrace is strangely comforting.
This time I do melt into him as a wave of need washes over me. Goose bumps break out up and down my arms and I inhale in surprise at my body’s reaction to his touch.