by Sloan Storm
Without wasting a second, Gabe descended upon me, pressing his mouth into mine. I inhaled as he did, half-shocked, half-lustful. His lips were soft, moist and seemed to fit against my mouth as if by design. I flinched at first, thinking I ought to know better, do better, be better, but as Gabe’s tongue invaded my mouth, I felt my desire to be right slip away.
In its place, just a desire to be… desired… took its place.
Twisting our heads from side-to-side, Gabe and I continued to kiss for several seconds. His firm embrace eased as his strong fingers trailed along my curves. I reached up, squeezing the hard roundness of his biceps as he explored me. As the seconds drifted on, Gabe’s hands made their away around my backside and up towards my head where he snaked them amongst my silken strands, clutching small handfuls as he went. When at last we broke for an instant, I leaned away from him.
“I don’t understand why…” I muttered, as I looked at him through a lustful gaze. “You can’t want me.”
Gabe licked his lips in frustration.
“Oh Fiona, for fuck’s sake,” he said in disgust. “It's obvious I’m going to have to use words to communicate this to you because you literally think everything to death.”
“No I don’t. I…”
“Fiona, shut the fuck up. Right now. And listen. Don’t speak. If you say another word, you won’t enjoy what happens next. You got me?”
Gabe’s words offended me but his tone… commanded me. My jaw slackened as he spoke. I nodded.
Wordless, Gabe reached towards me, sliding his fingers in the space between my ears and my shoulders and hooking my neck with a gentle tug. I felt my pulse thump against the tips of his digits. My breathing stopped as he leaned in and started to speak.
“Fiona…” he began, in a voice not much above the sound of a whisper. “I don’t give two shits about what you think about what I want. Understand? My mouth literally waters when I see you. There’s not a pure thought in my mind when I watch you walk by me. Not a single one.”
Gabe paused for a moment and moved in closer. Hairs prickled along the back of my neck as he hovered. Goosebumps erupted along my arms.
“Do you know what I want in this moment, more than anything?”
I licked my parched lips, searching for any hint of moisture. I felt small before him, vulnerable, but still, safe. I drew my gaze towards Gabe, locking my eyes on his deep blue pools.
“No,” I whispered.
Gabe chuckled at my discomfort. As he finished, he pointed toward the leather couch where my lab coat hung. He licked his lips like a wolf. With a predatory intent, he made his carnal intentions clear as he drew his mouth near my ear once more. Shivers raced along my spine, causing me to tilt my head in his direction as he advanced towards me. The soft skin of his lips brushed against the curvature of my ear as he divulged his secret.
“I want to pin you down and fuck you until you lose consciousness.”
My eyes fluttered closed as I leaned into him. Turning my cheek towards him once again, I met his lips. Gabe claimed me, sliding his tongue in my mouth with a smooth, easy stroke. As he did, I moaned in submission, softening my entire body into the hardness of his embrace. Our bodies intertwined, fusing together as we began to grope one another in earnest.
I sensed his hands circle around my waist and before I realized it, he reached the front of my pants. In seconds, he had them partially undone. I gasped as Gabe slid his fingers between the fabric of my thong and against the delicate skin just above my pussy. His brazenness took me by surprise and as if on cue, my mouth fell open as he reached my swollen folds.
“Fuck baby, you’re soaked,” he hummed.
I hissed a whisper, a barely audible gesture of my agreement. Whether he’d known what I’d done in the lab or not, it didn’t matter, because as soon as the thick pads of his fingertips pressed into my wet flesh, I nearly came on the spot. As if he sensed the precariousness of my situation, Gabe let out a satisfied grunt and yanked at my pants as he ripped them from me.
In a semi-stupor, I acquiesced and stepped free of my clothing as Gabe walked me back and pinned me to the wall. Everything I’d worn from the waist down lay in a haphazard pile several feet away. I blinked myself back to a state of awareness as Gabe dropped to his knees and flung one of my thighs over his shoulder. As he did, I let loose with a high pitched moan, bordering on a squeal, as his mouth pressed against my clit. My upper body sagged against the wall while I sunk into the solidity of his broad shoulders. Wanton need surged within me. Any pretense vanished as I shifted my hips away from the wall and into the heat of Gabe’s lips with a hard snap. When I did, he paused for an instant, breaking his mouth free of my folds with a tender smack.
“Fuck, you’re ready aren’t you, Fiona?”
My eyes fluttered closed. “Mmm, hmm,” I moaned. “Yes.”
Just then, Gabe pressed his mouth into the aching heat of my pussy lips once more. As he did, I banged the back of my head into the wall. Not caring, I began to let it roll from one side to the other as Gabe consumed me. He licked and flicked and savored me until, with a masterful stroke of his thumb against my swollen bud, I slipped close to surrender.
“Oh God, oh Gabe… oh fuck, oh fuck.”
He paused again and pressed the heat of his palm against my belly. My breath came to me in gulps and fits.
“Are you coming, Fiona?”
I sucked in my lower lip. “Mmm, hmm…”
Just then, Gabe chuckled and stood before me.
“Hmm?” I muttered as I drew my head forward off the wall, uncertain as to why he’d stopped.
But as he did, I discovered the reason. Within seconds, Gabe peeled away his clothing and soon stood before me. A specimen unlike any other, everything about him screamed ‘fuck me’. Bulging muscles rippled with definition before my eyes as he pressed the hardness of his body against the softness of my curves.
My pussy… hurt. I’d never wanted to cum so bad in my life.
And I wasn’t altogether certain I’d survive it when I did. As I contemplated my fate, Gabe shocked me back into awareness as he slid his palms beneath my ass and hoisted me in the air with a single, violent motion. Friction from my back sliding along the wall warmed my backside as Gabe moved between my thighs.
Cradling me with his strength, Gabe began to lower my hips as he held my ass firm in his palms. It wasn’t long before I felt the tip of his hard dick press against my slick folds. And then, all of a sudden, the moment was upon me. I flipped my eyes open and snapped my head forwards as he lingered there, restrained, on the precipice of claiming me.
“Gabe,” I began with a whisper. “I’m not... I’m not a virgin.”
Just then, he inserted the swollen head inside of me. I sucked in a gasp of air, forming an ‘O’ with my lips as I exhaled almost as quickly. Gabe edged in another inch or so. As he did, the grooves and ridges of his shaft shook me. And then, he stopped and responded.
“I know,” he said, with a smile.
Before I had a single second to react, Gabe angled his hips and drove his cock inside of me, taking me with his length.
“Oh, ah…” I gasped, as I flailed. “Oh my… Oh God.”
His cock was absolutely… breathtaking. My pussy lips vacuumed around his long, thick shaft when it penetrated me. The friction of it entering caused my toes to curl as I hooked my heels low around Gabe's hard, round ass. When he could go no further, Gabe leaned in and pressed his lips against the edge of my ear.
“Mmm, hmm. At last, Fiona,” he whispered. “At last.”
A tender breath escaped from my lips as he staked his claim.
“Are you to going come on me, Fiona? On my cock?”
“Uuunnnhhhh…” I groaned as he began to slide in and out of me. His words were like sexual incantations, drawing me closer to climax with each syllable he uttered.
Framed accolades of his company’s achievements adorned the wall and rattled as they threatened to crash to the floor while Gabe thrust up
within me, over and over.
The feel of him inside thrilled me beyond words. As I bounced up and down on his dick I realized this is what it meant to be wanted, taken… fucked. I eased into Gabe’s strength while he suspended me in mid-air, as if I weighed next to nothing. The sound of his muscled thighs crashing against my supple flesh filled my consciousness, bringing me to the brink.
“Cum for me, Fiona,” he grunted. Gabe leaned into me, pumping with several hard jolts. “Cum on me now.”
And then, as if on command, my entire body started to shake. Violence consumed my limbs and caused my hips to lock hard around his waist. Gabe grunted in understanding and began to increase the ferocity of his thrusts. The shudders drew closer together and before I realized it, bliss crashed into me, obliterating my need for everything in that moment except pure satisfaction. I cried out as I lurched forward off the wall and into Gabe's arms.
My entire body buckled and shook as the orgasm caused by the raw power of Gabe’s passion ripped through me. I wavered at the edge of consciousness as a kaleidoscope of colors flickered across my mind. Whimpering and gasping for breath, I clawed and grabbed at Gabe as he pounded away at me with relentless effort.
“Yes, fuck yes…” he said in a hiss of approval as he leaned into my ear.
The power of my climax held me in a state of semi-awareness as it began to recede from my body. As it did, my arms drifted down the hard lines of Gabe’s muscled upper back and shoulders. Humming with satisfaction at the feel of him inside me, I tilted my head forward and nuzzled it into the space between his neck and shoulder. Peppering small kisses on his moist flesh, I licked my lips between my smacks, savoring the delicate salt of his effort.
Once again, Gabe pressed me against the wall. Only this time, with a pressure much greater than the first.
He groaned.
With my pussy lips already swollen from my climax moments before, I felt Gabe grow inside of me. He angled his head down, pressing it into my tits. On instinct, I latched onto his round shoulders and hard trapezius muscles and gazed down upon him as he fucked me like a single, sinewed piston.
Gabe rocked my body back and forth, pounding my curves against the wall as his moment approached. As he did, it was as if I floated above, anchored in place only by the hardness of his thick cock between my thighs. Releasing my grip from his back, I reached into his hair, curling my fingers under, deep into the thick waves. Sprinkles of perspiration formed across his brow as he held me aloft, driving his hard cock inside me with purpose.
And then, quite suddenly, Gabe cried out. Without warning, he began to thrust harder and faster than ever. My body shook, rocking against the wall as his pace quickened. It wasn’t long after that he squeezed my ass cheeks with a mighty grasp, spreading them apart and sending the entire length of his cock inside me. A deep, sustained moan sputtered from his lips as his entire body, including his dick, flexed at once.
Inhaling, I froze, and cradling him in my bosom, I felt Gabe’s warmth stream upward inside of me. Powerful spurts jetted forth, reaching deep inside and delivering me a kind of satisfaction I’d never experienced as a woman. With each twitch of his cock, I fell deeper into a primitive trance as Gabe claimed me in a way no man ever had. And yet, through it all, he held me aloft until as the peak of his orgasm left him, he lowered me with tender care.
We kissed for several minutes and cradled one another in the warmth of our shared afterglow. It seemed so hard to believe, the way it had happened. It certainly was the last thing on my mind when I came to his office. We made a bit of small talk and got dressed as the minutes ticked by until I couldn’t help myself and had to ask.
“Gabe,” I began. “Why did you ask me to come here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you told me to come to your office. That it was important.”
He smirked and walked over towards me. Grabbing me by the upper arms, Gabe leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
“Fucking you isn’t important?”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, yes. Of course. But that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh right,” he said, snapping his fingers. “I forgot to mention. I’ve had some cameras installed in the lab.”
I swallowed hard as I waited for the rest of the bad news.
“We’ll begin testing them in a few days. They’ll be operational sometime next week.”
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
“Oh,” I said, as I stifled a hard swallow. “They aren’t... operational right now?”
“Hmm?” he said as he buttoned his dress shirt. “No. Why?”
I shrugged. “Oh no reason.”
Oh my God, oh my God, ohmyfuckinggod….
He nodded. “Oh yeah, there’s one more thing.”
Still unable to speak, I tented my eyebrows in his direction.
“I’ll be making the announcement about the contest on Monday,” he began. “But I wanted to tell you first. You’ve won, Fiona. Get ready. Your life is about to change, forever.”
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I watched as the slender fingers of her hand grabbed the inside of the limo door a split second before her leg appeared through a slit in her dress. I could see the muscles in it flex as she made her way inside. Her legs were long, lean, slightly tanned and obviously fit. I don’t suppose I could have hoped for more, especially on such short notice.
As she took a seat across from me, I allowed my eyes to travel wherever they saw fit. Aside from her tempting legs, she had ample tits, a great ass and a helluva smile. She was a damn beauty, that’s for sure. The picture hardly did her justice. This was going to be a good first night. An unexpected and enjoyable end to an otherwise pain-in-the-ass day.
“Mr. Sinclair,” she began, as she raised her hand and draped it across her chest. “I’m really sorry about what happened out there a moment ago. Please believe me when I say I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”
Just as she finished speaking, the car lurched forward. The tires squeaked on the slick surface of the tarmac and in that same instant, her purse fell from her lap, spilling its contents onto the floor in the process.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
For a split second, I almost reached down to help her, but when I got a look at her cleavage, I thought better of it. While I got an eyeful, she corralled a stack of paper and an assortment of other random knickknacks and jammed them back into her bag.
Returning to her seat, she flung a handful of her blond hair out of her eyes. It came to rest in an even split along her shoulder, with half of it covering her breast and the other half concealed from my view as it draped down her back. A hint of crimson flushed to her cheeks as I studied her attempt to compose herself. She flashed a closed-lipped grin at me once the fidgeting ceased.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she began. “I’m so sorry about that, Mr. Sinclair, about what happened when you got off the plane, I’m just… sorry. Can we start over?”
Spreading my legs, I unfolded m
y hands from their position in my lap and covered my kneecaps with my palms.
“Sure thing,” I replied. “We can do that.”
“Oh, thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” As she spoke, she broke eye contact with me just long enough to start fishing around inside of her purse once again. Within a few seconds, she produced a handful of paper, now tattered at the edges from the mishap moments before.
“What do you have there?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said, as she jumped in with eagerness. Clutching the half-folded stack in her hand she smiled and said, “Well, I… I’ve compiled a list of activities based on the proposal I sent you. You know, stuff you might be interested in seeing or doing in town when you’re not working.”
Raising my hand, I motioned for her to pass the information to me. I took the papers from her, spun them around and placed them in my lap for a closer examination.
“Got a pen?” I asked, as I started to scan the list.
She cleared her throat, and then I heard the now familiar sound of her rummaging through the loose items in the bottom of her purse. After a few moments, the noise ceased as she located a writing instrument.
“Here you go,” she said, extending the pen in my direction.
As I perused the list, it became obvious she’d put a fair bit of time into it. Under ordinary circumstances, I might even enjoy some of the items she’d laid out. Of course, I’d have no interest in doing any of them by myself no matter what. In any case, I decided to have some fun with her about it.
“Yeah,” I said with an exhale as I pressed my back into the seat. “This list… it’s not gonna work. Not at all.”
“Oh,” she replied. Her tone sank.
This would be easier, and far more fun, than I suspected.
“Yeah, for example. You’ve got daytime activities in here, like visits to the museum.” I paused mid-sentence and began to cross items off the list one at a time. As I wrote, the sound of her sinking into the seat across from me filled the air. “You see, I’m working all day when I’m here, so this kind of thing is out.”