“OK. I’m going to leave because you got my dick hard and I may have to put you on the hood of this car and fuck the shit out of you.”
My eyes bugged out and I gasped. “Oh, wow . . .” That was all I could get out.
His smile relaxed me. “Don’t be afraid of me, Chyanne. You don’t ever have to be afraid of me. You just have to come to grips with the fact that I’m a man that says whatever is on his mind.”
“I get that . . . now.”
We both laughed. “Go ahead and unlock your door so I can make sure you get in safe. Do I need to come and check for monsters and shit,” he joked.
I laughed as I pushed my door open and deactivated my alarm. “No. I’m good.”
“Cool. See you tomorrow.”
Once we had said goodnight and after I was in my bed I had time to think. I wondered if April had made it home safe so I picked up the phone to call her. After two rings, it went to voice mail. I tried twice more and the same thing. So I called Jo-Jo’s phone a little later and he told me that she was outside talking to some guy. I assumed it was Gabriel since Aric had said he had volunteered to bring her home. As long as she was home, I could sleep.
Chapter 5
Aric and I were sitting in a part of his office that I didn’t even know existed. We had gotten to the office a little early and he didn’t want to be bothered before the meeting today at eleven. Needing some privacy, he had asked me to step into this room with him that looked like a very small apartment. A small stall with a shower was in the far right corner with a toilet next to it. A small desk was on the other side of it. An oversized loveseat that turned into a pull out bed sat by itself against the other wall. We had been sitting there going over the agenda for the meeting and his schedule for the day. He was dressed down in a pair of loose fitting dark denim jeans, a red polo style shirt and he was bare foot. The sexiest thing I had ever seen.
“So, tell me again how many numbers we are away from being in the black again,” he asked as he typed away on his laptop.
I answered. “Over two hundred million.”
“Damn!” He had been frustrated all morning. “As soon as I get one thing fixed some more shit happens! How many days have we been in the red?”
“Four hundred and seventy-two days,” I answered him. I watched as he shook his head and kept typing.
“Did you send the figures down to accounting this morning?” He turned to look at me.
I stood and stretched. “I sent them last night before I went to bed and I also hand delivered the disk before I came up this morning.”
“So did Katie send the report back up yet?”
I shook my head. “No, but she said she had to correct something that she had overlooked before. She said she would have them up before the meeting.”
He nodded. “What about production? How are they on things?”
I moved over to the files on the desk that I had brought in earlier and pulled out the papers on production, telling him what he wanted to know. He was pleased that they had come in under budget without slacking on the quality of things, but his happy mood didn’t last long when I told him that the marketing side of things was going way over budget. He moved his laptop from his lap and removed his glasses before groaning his frustrations out loud.
“These fuckers are going to kill me early!”
I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I walked over to him and straddled his lap, trying to kiss away his frustrations. I caressed his bald head and then his face as I slowly and methodically intertwined his tongue with mine. I moaned into his mouth and took the kiss deeper. I didn’t have on my work clothes yet. Only a white T-shirt and some sweats. My kiss became greedy and I pulled his face closer to mine and him closer to me. He had fully sat up on the couch and it didn’t even seem like the kiss broke when he removed my shirt. I quickly went back in to taste his tongue and just as quick he was removing my bra and had both hands gripping and squeezing my breasts. He pushed me up to look in my eyes.
“You better tell me if you are sure this is what you want because I don’t stop once I get started.”
The area between my thighs felt heavy and it was throbbing . . . aching. My mind really screamed HELL NO! But my body was saying otherwise.
“It’s what I want,” I manage to get out.
He quickly shifted us so that I was underneath him and he made quick work of removing my sweats.
“Damn, Chyanne! You are thicker than a motherfucker,” he said as he looked down at me. My hands were covering my breasts and he removed them, taking my right, then left one into his mouth.
While teasing me, he used his lips and tongue to pull on each nipple. He kissed my neck down to that area between my breasts and let his tongue trail down to my navel before slightly brushing his lips across the area hidden by my lace thong. I hissed, arched, and moaned before he came back up to kiss me. He used his hand to stroke me through the lace. I reached for him to bring him closer but he stood and my eyes opened when I heard the sound of his belt buckle clink. I watched as his jeans dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. His body was sick. His abs contracted as he pulled his shirt off and I giggled when he made his chest jump.
Then my eyes nearly jumped out of my head when he pulled his boxer briefs down and his dick sprang forward like it had new life. It had a slight curve and it was two toned, like a chocolate and caramel mixed. The head was big like the fattest mushroom I had ever seen. He had thick veins going down the side of it and I could actually see it throb. He was blessed beyond measures. His thighs were masculine and yelled that he was all male. I closed my eyes and inhaled when he turned out the lights and brought his body back down over mine. He slid down the couch and placed his face where I had soaked my panties. His hands gripped my thighs as he spread my legs apart and pulled my thong to the side and sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I cried out. Against my will my back arched and made me grind into his face.
When his fingers found their way inside of me, and his tongue and lips continued to suck and dabble on my swollen clitoris I was near tears. Moaning, screaming and pulling on my own hair. He removed his fingers and stuck his tongue in and out of my body. I was so wet I could feel it running down in between my cheeks.
“Want to see what you taste like,” he asked me before coming up to kiss me. His lips and tongue were wet with my juices. Reaching down, he ripped my thong away from my body. My heartbeat sped up and I got nervous. I looked up and into his eyes as he seductively smiled down at me. Those hazel brown eyes were pulling me in to his allure and seduction. He pulled my left leg up and cupped the back of my knee with the inside of his elbow. I wondered if he noticed that my body was tensed and had started to shake. I closed my eyes as he placed butterfly kisses on my lips. I could feel the head of his swollen dick right at my opening and it gave me the chills. I almost yelled out when his head first tried to break skin.
Between bated breaths I gasped out, “Ahh . . . Aric . . . Ow . . . wait . . .”
I had almost come up off that couch. I didn’t know if he had caught on yet . . . but he was coming close to killing me. He inched his way inside, before he finally broke skin. I was clawing at his back and beating on his shoulders. I had started to sweat and with every inch of himself that he pushed inside of me, it was more pain than I cared to take.
“Wa. . . . Wait . . . Aric, wait! Ouch . . . shit. Damn, please wait!” I yelled out loudly as he found his way all the way inside of me.
I almost bit half of my damn tongue off, and that’s when I assumed he realized what was going on.
“Damn it Chyanne! Why didn’t you tell me you were a fucking virgin?!”
I tell you no lie when I tell you me, a grown woman, was crying right now.
“Aric, it hurts. . . .”
“Fuck,” he yelled out. I could feel his dick flexing inside of me and that made it worse. I cringed when he punched the arm of the couch. I didn’t care. I was in so much pain that
I wasn’t able to think straight and found myself trying to push him off of me.
“Wait Chyanne! Shit, I can’t just snatch my dick out. Relax baby please. Just calm down.”
“Just hurry up and . . . come out. Please!”
I cringed, groaned, and bit down on my lips as he started to slowly pull out of me. It hurt so badly that it made my stomach hurt, made me dizzy, and gave me a headache. I could hear him groan and cursing under his breath. When I thought he was coming out he slid back in and slipped deep into me. I screamed out and jerked myself forward to bite down between his neck and his shoulder. He growled and roughly stroked inside of me, making it hurt me worse.
I backed away from his neck and loudly called his name. “Aric!”
He said nothing.
“Aric . . . this hurts,” I cried.
Yes, I was in tears. He leaned into me and kissed my tears.
“I know, but you really should have told me this before now . . .”
He relaxed into me and wrapped his arms around me almost like cupping my shoulders in his hands. My body tensed even more and I tried to squirm away from him.
“Do me a favor, baby, and calm . . .”
“This hurts, Aric . . .”
“I know, but you have to calm down so I can fix it.”
I was still squirming and praying that he would get up as we both just laid there. I could still feel him flexing inside of me. My walls and muscles were contracting. Felt like my vagina was inhaling and exhaling. Aric placed his mouth on mine and began to slowly move in and out of me. I moaned into his mouth and still tried to move away but he kept me locked in place. He moved slowly with a disciplined motioned that broke through the pain and introduced me to pleasure . . . and then pain . . . and then pleasure again. He would pull out a couple of inches and go deep again, but when he brought my knees up to my shoulders, I literally backed away as far as I could, which wasn’t far on that loveseat. I backed away enough to make him come out of me. I was aching and throbbing like jumping beans down below. He caged me in between his arms and hovered over me, while we stared into each other’s eyes. No lie, I was scared . . . .nervous.
“You started this, Chyanne,” he said to me. His eyes held me hostage. “Now you running? It’s your first time, baby. Let me take you where you need to be. You got me chasing you like a junkie right now. You gave me a taste and now I want it all.”
He brought his face closer to mine and moved my head to the side so he could nibble on my ear. A soft moan escaped from within, as chills shivered up and down my spine.
“Can I taste that fat pussy again?” he whispered in my ear.
That same feeling in my spine was shivering down amid my thighs.
“Tell me, Chyanne. Tell me I can taste your pussy.”
All I could do was squirm around under him when I felt his hand cup my pussy and stroke me.
“Tell me Chyanne . . . tell me what you want me to do.”
That baritone in his voice was messing me up. Mix that with the fact that his fingers were making my insides quake and sucking on my breasts at the same time—if I had the secret of the Nile I would have given it to him. I told him to take what he asked for and he went down south, taking me to a whole other level. My back arched and I felt like I was free falling. There was this aching feeling like I had to pee and then the urge to scream out and clamp my legs around his head.
“Oh my God . . . oh my God . . . oh shit! Oh. . . .” I panted over and over again.
Before I could come down from such an overwhelming feeling, Aric quickly came back up and slid so deep into me that even he moaned and growled out. He had pulled me close to him so that I couldn’t run away and although the mixture of pain and pleasure was new to me, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get away. The way he moaned out my name on top of that thick New York accent, and the way he was hitting that one spot as he systematically stroked and grinded his hips into me, it was enough to bring water to my eyes. He had control of my ample hips, moving them to the speed and tune that he wanted them. As he pumped harder into me, I felt him swell and get harder inside of my sugar walls. I bit down on my bottom lip and dug my nails into his back until he let out a primal groan, giving one last hard push into me. Exhausted we lay sprawled out on the couch for a long while. I thought he had fallen asleep while he was still inside of me. I actually fell asleep with him resting between my legs.
The sound of an alarm woke me. It took a while for me to gather my thoughts. The soreness in between my thighs and legs surprised me. I looked around and realized that I was in my boss’s hide-a-way office at work and we had just had sex. I looked around for Aric and did not see him. I noticed his gym bag was on top of the desk and his suit was gone. It was thirty minutes past twelve and I had missed more than half of the meeting. I sat up on the couch and then tried to stand but I was dizzy. My legs were wobbly but I somehow managed. As I was walking to the shower, the door opened and Aric walked in with bags in his hand. I smelled food. It was obvious he had been to the meeting and it was over with. I realized I was naked and moved back over to the floor near the sofa and reached for my T-shirt to pull it on. At the moment, I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. I was nervous. I had just had sex with my boss. How was I supposed to feel? I heard him maneuvering around behind me.
“You OK,” he asked as he stepped closer to me and enclosed one arm around my waist.
I lied nervously as I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled and peeked back at him.
He kissed my neck before answering his ringing phone and I listened to him threaten to fire half of the accounting department if they didn’t get numbers that made sense by the end of the day. He handed me a Target bag and I looked inside to find a pair of red cotton boy shorts and a pack of Maxi panty liners.
“Thank you,” I said in a whisper to him.
He nodded and pointed to the Red Lobster bag on the desk and mouthed for me to eat. I was starving and had already opened the bag and pulled out two containers. They both had the same thing, lobster tails with shrimp scampi and brown and wild rice with those biscuits that were going to go right to my thighs. I gave one of the containers to him and I sat down next to him to eat. We didn’t say much to each other since he was still on the phone cursing people out.
After eating, I jumped in for a quick shower noticing that I was bleeding a little. I was thankful for the panty liners and the black wide leg pant suit I would be wearing today. I hid behind the curtain that separated the couch from the rest of room and put my suit on. It was the shortest work day I have ever had. I gathered the rest of my things back into my bag. As I was about to leave, Aric put the caller on hold long enough to stand and hug and kiss me. I didn’t know how to feel and what to expect, but I was glad that he had put my mind at ease. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I left Aric. I hid my bag on the side of the leather sofa in Aric’s main office before walking out to my desk. My head and the spot between my legs were still hurting a bit so I popped a few Tylenols. The rest of the day went by uneventfully. It was back to work as usual. Although for the rest of the day my mind played back this being my first time having sex and I was still in a state of shock. The lower half of my body kept reminding me that she had been pried open. The throbbing never left and every time Aric walked past me, my lower region jumped. A nervous feeling took over and I wondered how he would look at me now. Wondered if his image of me would change? By the end of the day, my stomach was in knots and I had a migraine that just wouldn’t quit.
That same night, at about ten o’clock, Aric was at my door. He had knocked on the door in my kitchen and as soon as I opened it he pulled me into his arms. All I had on was a T-shirt. The wind was attacking me left and right, but when Aric put me on top of the hood of my car, pulled my T-shirt off, and spread my legs, heat rushed all over my insides. I clawed at the car when his lips enclosed around my lower set of lips and he sucked, licked, and ate all around my wetness. All you could hear was heavy breathing, me moaning, Aric
smacking, and the wind howling. It was like the wind was a voyeur and I didn’t mind one bit. Aric and the wind were taking turns fondling my body. My hand grabbed a hold to both sides of his face and tugged at his ears. I pulled his face closer to my pussy. I guess I was trying to either saturate his face in my juices or smother the man. He didn’t seem to mind though. He kept right on fingering and licking. Licking and eating. Eating and drinking. I looked down and saw my juices had his face shining. It made me come harder, especially when he used his fingers to spread my lips and suck down on my clit. I moaned so loud. . . . I knew the old man across the street could hear me. I could feel and hear Aric going for his belt buckle and I was scared, but antsy. I wanted it . . . but I knew I couldn’t handle it. His belt buckle clinking alerted me to when his pants were down. As he came up to kiss me, he pulled me to the edge of the car, and I braced myself for impact. I let out a startled moan when his head broke skin.
“My fucking . . . God . . .” he roared out with his eyes closed with his head thrown back.
I was panting and trying to catch my breath as he slid in and out of me with precise motion. I was clawing at his back so hard, I heard his shirt rip. I was literally on the verge of slobbering out of the mouth if I wasn’t already slobbering. Once he got the position that he wanted, his rhythm changed to a steady beat. One minute his mouth was open and the next he was biting down on his bottom lip. I pulled his shirt over his head revealing nothing but muscles. My ankles were placed on his shoulders and he pulled me closer to him without breaking a stroke. The coldness of the hood gave me chills, but the feel of him inside of me, hugging my walls warmed me all over.
“Damn, Chyanne . . . umph . . . good pussy,” he said to me with one hand on my breasts and the other massaging my clit. My back was arched, head back, and my body was convulsing at the way he entered me. I knew when he was about to come. The harder he pumped and the fatter he swelled on the inside of me let me know he was nearing the edge. I placed my hand against the panel of his stomach to try and push him back a bit, but to no avail. He simply moved my hand and rode me deeper . . . harder . . . and faster. I yelled . . . no scratch that . . . I screamed his name out and it seemed as if it stilled the night with my orgasm. The wind stopped blowing and with one last push Aric fell against my breasts. I was already sore from earlier. Now my inner vaginal walls were twisting and shouting in pain, but the feeling that I had just experienced was well worth it.
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