by Exley Avis
Like the gentleman I am, I went to open the door for her but Allie had other ideas. She suddenly wedged one of her high heels against it and her briefcase hit the floor. Before I could wonder what was happening, her hand went around the back of my neck and she pulled my lips down hard onto hers.
Those sweet red mouth parted – as hot and hungry as I’d imagined – and her tongue swept across my closed lips, daring me to respond.
What can I say?
I’d spent hours fantasising about touching this woman and suddenly she had her hands either side of my face and was taking ownership of my mouth.
What was I going to do? Pull away?
Please!
My predictable hands went straight for that curvy arse of hers and I wrenched her against me. Pert but still sexily soft. A perfectly-formed handful.
A gasp escaped her at the pressure of my cock against her belly and she spread her hand across my back to pull me closer. Inch by sexy inch of her voluptuous body moulded itself to mine. Soft curves crushed against hard muscle and still she kissed me, her breath hot against my cheek.
And, believe me, this woman knew how to kiss.
Her ravenous mouth devoured mine, sultry and wet. When my tongue plunged between her lips she sucked hard and bit down, drawing me deep inside her, all the while grinding her lips against mine.
If this was only her mouth, imagine how her pussy would feel and taste.
My fantasies spiralled out of control.
I loved an element of danger but fucking a woman in chambers went too far, even for me. The only things missing from this hot scenario were a locked door and the privacy to play out those fantasies across her body. I needed to get her back to my apartment for some serious mouth to body contact.
But I couldn’t leave off kissing her for long enough to make the suggestion.
I’d never been brought so close to coming by simply snogging a fully-clothed woman. My rock-hard cock thrust painfully against my clothes, sore and raw and desperate for release. What I wouldn’t have given to have Allie’s insatiable mouth clamped around my shaft, biting and sucking hard until I came explosively against the back of her throat.
Desperate to take this further, my hands left Allie’s arse and slid up inside her shirt. Her soft skin burned hot and she squirmed against me, chafing my cock with her belly and driving me wild.
Not caring who might walk in on us I grabbed hard at one of her breasts and pinched her nipple through the shocking-pink lace. She moaned and arched her back toward me, leaving off kissing me for the briefest moment to catch her breath.
When her lips met mine again, passion exploded and gave her the strength to wrong foot me. I slammed back up against the door, the breath knocked from me. But she was on me again in a second and I didn’t put up much of a fight.
One slender thigh forced itself between mine and her hip bone ground against my leaden balls, The pressure forced pre-cum out of the tip of my cock. A hot, musky scent enveloped us – my cock and her pussy ready for sex – and her teeth clamped down hard on my bottom lip.
I groaned against her mouth.
“I want to fuck you,” I gasped at last. “Let’s get out of here.”
But the words acted like a deluge of cold water on Allie.
Her lips broke away from mine and she took a hasty step back, still breathing hard. I reached for her again but she ducked away and tucked in her blouse, suddenly back in brisk lawyer mode.
Only the lingering glance at my bulging crotch and the mischievous glint in those sparkling, green eyes told me she’d hated breaking off the kiss as much as I had.
“Thanks for the offer but I don’t think it’s a very good idea,” she said nonchalantly, although her body had been saying something very different five minutes earlier. “I’ve told you, I don’t play that close to home.”
“That wasn’t a game,” I said on behalf of my cock.
“Oh, yes it was.” She checked her lipstick in the mirror. One red-painted fingertip rubbed away the tell-tale signs from around my mouth too and she couldn’t resist swooping in for one last kiss. “I simply needed to prove my theory.”
“Which is?”
“That you’ve been desperate to do that since I arrived this morning.” She paused but I didn’t contradict her. “And no matter how much you tried to concentrate on the files, you’ve been thinking from the waist down, not from the neck up.”
As closing arguments went, it was a fair summation. She bent to retrieve her briefcase, giving me one last look at her skirt stretched across that perfect arse.
“So that’s it?” I said, unable to believe she was walking away from the greatest kiss I’d had in a long while. “Don’t I get leave to appeal?”
She laughed at this, throaty and sexy. A laugh most women reserved for bed. “Trust me, you’re appealing enough already. And now I know you’re a great a kisser, it’ll be very difficult not to do it all over again.”
“You could always give in to temptation,” I suggested. “I’m sure we could reach an out of court settlement.”
She opened the door onto the busy corridor, knowing I wouldn’t touch her while we were overlooked.
“Nice try,” she said, “but no deal. From here on in, I’m keeping it strictly professional. No matter how stiff the competition.”
And with a cheeky glance down at my groin, she turned on her very high heels and marched out of chambers.
Chapter Three
Quite frankly, I don’t know how I made it outside. Well not with any dignity anyway. My legs were ready to give way with unsatisfied lust of the filthiest kind, let alone the aftershock of a kiss that I’d be fantasising over for weeks to come.
Byrne by name and certainly red hot by nature.
How can a girl expect to be cooped up with such a perfect specimen of manhood all day long without wanting to touch? It wasn’t natural.
And nor were the reactions that man sparked in me. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve dated some gorgeous guys in my time – and had mindless sex with several more – but I’d never met one who drove me that wild on first acquaintance.
There ought to be a legal limit to the amount of sexiness a man’s allowed to carry around in one body and, from where I’d been standing, Radford Byrne went way over his quota.
That tall, hard, muscular body of his belonged on a rugby field, not in a courtroom. It deserved to be hot and sweaty and worked to its physical limits, not wrapped up in a suit and made to behave.
Not that Radford Byrne believed in behaving himself. He had the makings of a very naughty boy under that sober exterior and I wouldn’t mind betting he’d soon be heading home to give that bulge in his trousers some manual attention.
The thought of him lying naked on a bed with his huge cock in his hand liquefied my insides and made my sex even wetter than it was already. I couldn’t wait to get home and slide my fingers into my pussy. I hailed a cab and crossed my legs.
From the minute Radford had laid eyes on me that morning he’d wanted to fuck me. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out, although I’d had a little help from my brother, a renowned psychologist. One summer he’d given me a crash course in body language, figuring it would be useful to work out when witnesses were lying.
In truth, it had given me the complete heads up on men.
I could spot the first signs of attraction at fifty paces and knew instantly how interested a guy was in me. From the look-but-don’t-touch brigade who only want to hurry home to their wives, right through to the heavy breathing, let’s-go-outside-now type of men who rarely left behind their phone numbers.
Although Radford Byrne didn’t fit anywhere along that scale.
He was right off the chart when it came to impure thoughts and had a body that could most definitely fulfil every promise his kissable mouth made.
When he’d first come into view in the clerks’ room, shouting about that damned woman, my mouth had gone into overdrive. Overwhelmed by the way my sex had cle
nched at the sight of that perfectly-formed body, and determined that he wasn’t going to intimidate me professionally, I’d replied far more sharply than I’d intended. But the effect on him had been electric.
He’d loved it. Been turned on by a woman answering back. And, furthermore, had liked what he’d seen.
He’d thought I hadn’t noticed him imagining the colour of my underwear, or memorising the shape of my bum, but I hadn’t missed a covert glance.
From that moment on, I hadn’t played fair. I hold up my hands and plead guilty as charged to that one.
Because he seemed to enjoy angry-sexy so much I’d launched into him again over coffee and watched him shift uncomfortably to hide his erection under the desk. When I’d uncrossed my legs, I’d let my shoe scrape accidentally-on-purpose down his shin. And when I’d read through my notes, I’d let my blouse gape to give him an eyeful of my shocking-pink bra.
Except he hadn’t been at all shocked. Only aroused.
And what an arousal it had been.
Careful observation over a number of years has given me the skill to rate a man’s trouser bulge along a sliding scale that starts with disappointing and goes all the way up to Oh My God!!!!!!
For Radford Byrne, I needed to recalibrate my measuring stick.
His cock was undoubtedly gargantuan.
My mind’s eye recreated a perfect picture of it jutting hard, thick and strong from a matt of black hair. The foundation stones of this mighty cock would be a pair of rock-like balls, straining with hot cum.
Radford Byrne’s huge erection was the image that carried me in through the front door of my flat where I could finally give in to lust.
I collapsed onto the sofa, wrenched up my skirt and plunged my hand down between my legs, desperate for release. My panties were already soaking and my fingertip slid deliciously along the folds of my sex. Two fingers sank into my pussy’s hot depths and found my G-spot, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure I hardly recognised as my own.
My ravenous mind conjured up a picture of Radford lying naked on crisp, white sheets. His fine cotton shirt had given me a glimpse of a broad chest shadowed by dark hair and I imagined that darkness narrowing down across his stomach, pointing the way to the ecstasy that lay below.
Breathing hard, my naked, fantasy self straddled Radford’s heavy, hairy thighs and watched his hand pumping his enormous cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum – I could almost smell its muskiness – and I licked my lips in anticipation. His eyes would be closed and the bed would reverberate with his deep groans of pleasure, turned on beyond reason by me watching him wank.
I thrust a third finger into my pussy, stretching it wider but it still didn’t measure up to my fantasy of Radford’s solid cock. I ground down on my clit, my deft fingers taking me closer to climax, my fantasy intensifying the nearer I got to orgasm,
When the excitement grew too much to bear, my fantasy self leaned forward and licked the length of Radford’s hot body, all the way up to his throat. I tasted salt and my mouth watered. My nipples rasped to hardness against his rough chest and I remembered Radford’s fingers pinching hard – too hard – through my bra when I’d kissed him in chambers.
My own fingers copied, the exquisite pain sending shafts of pleasure down into my pussy, propelling me over the edge.
Had Radford been with me at that moment, I’d have penetrated his mouth with my tongue while I buried his cock deep inside me. With my body above his, I’d slide down his shaft, inch by delicious inch, splitting my sex wide around him. My slow, measured movements would frustrate him but I’d hold him flat on the bed, drawing his cock in and out of my molten sex.
The thick, black hair around the base of his shaft would scrape against my shaved pussy until my clit threatened to catch fire. Only the sticky wetness of Radford’s pre-cum would stop my sex igniting at the friction of my soft skin against his unyielding body.
When the leisurely strokes of my silken sex up and down his shaft became too much for him to bear, he’d take control. In one swift movement he’d roll me over and pin me to the cool sheets. He’d force my thighs wider and ram himself into me. I’d protest and beg him to slow down but he’d hold my arms above my head and pump harder, shoving himself deeper inside me.
His cock huge. His heavy balls slapping against my arse. His taut body taking complete control.
In real life and fantasy, I pitched into orgasm, falling down into a chasm of pleasure that engulfed me in dark, sweet sensation.
My back arched, my heart soared and my pussy shuddered around my fingers. I cried out – the sounds barely recognisable and distorted by rapture. Waves of fulfilment crashed over me. My hips bucked against my hand. My fingers rubbed harder and faster across my clit draining out the final shards of sensation before I collapsed breathless against the sofa cushions.
I lay there, eyes closed, unwilling to surrender my fantasy.
Radford lay back against the pillows, alone again in my imagination. Sweat glistened on his skin. His chest heaved with exertion as if he’d run a marathon and goosebumps stood out all over his hot body.
Thick cum soaked into the hair on his belly and made his fingers sticky. Fingers that still grasped around a throbbing cock reluctant to lose its hardness. He rubbed his hand through his cum and massaged it into his balls and cock, liking the slippery sensation of it sliding up and down his shaft.
Just like my hot pussy.
His full lips curved into a sexy smile and I wanted to roll him over and start all over again. If he was half as good in real life as he was in my imagination, sex with Radford Byrne would be mind-blowing. Up against the wall in chambers, our bodies had been a perfect fit. Imagine how well they’d connect without clothes to get in the way.
A second fantasy of stripping Radford naked and fucking him in his office chair took hold but I needed reinforcements for this. Dropping my clothes as I ran to the bedroom, I fell naked onto my bed. I pushed my longest, thickest vibrator deep inside my drenched pussy, guessing that even this wouldn’t measure up to Radford’s cock.
With my vibrator switched to full power, and my imagination going into overdrive, I lay back against the pillows and came twice more.
I didn’t bother getting dressed after my marathon fantasy session and spent the evening walking naked around my flat in an agony of indecision.
The problem before the jury was balancing my golden rule against missing a golden opportunity. And I argued every point, both for and against.
Men like Radford Byrne don’t come along every day of the week – and certainly not in those large portions. It was all very well having principles, but there came a time when laying down the law had to be interpreted literally by a girl.
When it came to the perfect package, this sexy barrister had it all. A great body, a strong jaw line, baby blue eyes and a cock that had already made my mouth water.
Added to which, he was intelligent.
My brain has always been my biggest erogenous zone and I’ve long had a thing for super-intelligent men. Believe or not, there are surprisingly few around – big muscles and massive intellects always seeming to cancel each other out.
With Radford, however, he certainly had it going on above the collar, as well as below the trouser line, and I can’t tell you how big a turn on that was.
My golden rule prohibits me dating either a colleague or a client. But strictly speaking, Radford Byrne was neither. We were two professionals from different branches of the law working on one case. Once it was over, we need never see each other again. There’d be no awkward moments in office corridors, no accusations of sleeping my way to the top and no reason to explain why I’d gone out with him but not Mike.
In fact, this one degree of separation could be the very thing that would ultimately bring us together.
Or so I told myself.
But I didn’t want to rush into anything. I had to play it very cool next time I saw him.
I therefore didn’t know whether to be reli
eved or disappointed to find Radford in court on Wednesday when I arrived at chambers. I was psyched up for that first encounter – had a witty riposte ready and waiting – but instead I was shown into his empty office and told to work alone.
Not that I didn’t have plenty to be getting on with. One of the expert witnesses I’d interviewed had touched upon an area of building defects we hadn’t fully explored so I got down to some serious research. Nothing concentrates a girl’s mind more than compiling evidence in a building negligence case. A couple of hours making a list of further questions on site specifications, materials analysis and stress tolerance levels drove all thoughts of Radford’s sexy body out of my head.
Unfortunately. Because I missed the excitement.
Rather than upset Radford’s meticulous filing system, I began laying out the new evidence across the floor, making neat piles according to where they might fit in the case. So there I was, three hours later, on my hands and knees with my backside in the air, when the door opened and Radford walked in.
“Well that’s a lovely big smile,” he said, staring pointedly at my bum as he flung his court gown across a chair. “I hadn’t realised it was my birthday today.”
“Would you have made that kind of comment to Mike?” I asked, forcing down the thrill at his obvious appreciation of, what many men have called, my best feature.
“No. But I don’t find Mike’s arse half as appealing as yours.”
I deserved that, I supposed. It was my own fault for kissing him. In my experience, that sort of thing always gives a man ideas.
I sat back on my heels and watched Radford shrug off his jacket, catching a glimpse of a Saville Row label. I expected nothing less: he struck me as a man with expensive tastes.
The movement stretched his shirt tight across his broad chest and drew my attention to the way his body narrowed to a taut waist and trim hips with tightly rounded bum cheeks. I deliberately kept my eyes off his groin, terrified I might give myself away by unconsciously licking my lips at the thought of what off-the-scale delights lay inside his trousers.