Montaine

by Rome, Ada

  “So, where is Vaughan anyway? Did you two not go out last night?”

  Marcie fluttered her hand in the air and shook her head. “First of all, don’t try to change the subject. I’m not an idiot. Second of all, Vaughan and I are having…um…problems, I guess you could say.”

  “Problems? What kind of problems?”

  “Well, my problem is that I caught him backstage at Squirrel with a pair of glossy lips eagerly sucking his dick.”

  “Are you serious? What did you do?”

  She inhaled deeply through her nose and placed her hands on her knees in a meditation pose with her thumbs linked and her fingers spread wide.

  “I maintained my composure. You would have been quite proud. I simply told him that we were through and that he should probably get his dick checked for herpes after seeing it in the mouth of that slobbering blond wreck of a human.”

  I laughed. A shadow of hurt crossed Marcie’s face.

  “I’m sorry, Marcie.” I patted her knee. “Vaughan is garbage. You can do so much better.”

  “Yeah, I know.” She sniffed and picked at the tufts in the bedspread. “Still burns though. It’s no fun to be alone.”

  “You won’t be alone for long. I promise.” I hugged her thin shoulders. “Hey, what about Tony?”

  Her expression was a blank.

  “My friend from work, the one we hung out with a couple of weeks ago. I think he likes you.”

  “Oh, Tony! He is cute and sweet. I’m definitely intrigued.”

  The chiming of my phone on the nightstand distracted my attention. I leapt from the bed to grab it. Marcie jumped after me and peeked over my shoulder. It was a text from Trent.

  Pick you up at 8?

  I hurriedly typed out a reply.

  See you then. ;)

  “A winky face. Bold move. Things must be serious between you two.”

  “Shut the hell up.” I threw my towel at Marcie’s face. She sailed dramatically backwards onto the bed with an agonized wail. We both dissolved into fits of giggles.

  “At least one of us will get laid tonight,” she said with a pout. “I’m glad it’s you though, Kat.” She placed a hand solemnly on my shoulder. “Fuck long and prosper, my friend.”

  ***

  “More wine?” Trent stood poised over my glass with a bottle of red wine. He was wore a tight button-down shirt that accentuated his firm pecks and muscular arms. His hair was slicked back from his forehead. A coating of thin stubble covered his jaw and chin. His cologne was a masculine mix of leather and charred wood.

  “Yes, please.” I watched the ruby liquid slosh into my glass, glancing up and catching his eye as it shifted to my cleavage. I wore my favorite dress, a skin-tight sheath in royal blue with a deep, low-cut neckline that pushed my breasts together like two bursting melons. Trent bit his lip and grunted with approval as I leaned provocatively forward.

  We sat at the dining table in his penthouse, enjoying a sumptuous meal courtesy of one of Manhattan’s most exclusive restaurants. I wasn’t aware that such places made deliveries, but they apparently did for people with as much money as Trent. Long tapered white candles flickered in carved silver candlesticks on either side of our plates.

  “Did you enjoy the dinner?” he asked softly from across the table, his blue eyes shining in the reflected glow of the candles.

  “It was delicious. Thank you.” I lifted my glass for a sip of wine, gently dabbing the red stain from my lips with a napkin.

  “Good.” His mouth curled into a subtle grin. Our mutually acknowledged passion made us quiet in each other’s company. Our usual light banter mellowed into a subdued hush.

  He rose and walked slowly toward me, reaching out a hand to pull me from my seat. My spiky high heels clicked on the tile floor. He eased one arm around my waist, his hand sliding down to my ass where it curved round and full in my short, slinky dress.

  “How about a trip up to the roof?” he asked in a gruff whisper.

  I nodded, swallowing hard with the burning lust that throbbed in my temples and between my legs.

  He guided me up the winding staircase. We emerged into the warm night, the thin moon providing a soft lunar glow. Trent dropped onto the futon cushion, settling himself with his hands crossed behind his head, his elbows spread outwards. He leered slyly, his eyes drinking in the full length of my body as I stood before him. I started to slip out of my heels, but he stopped me with a palm raised in the air.

  “Wait,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “Leave the heels on. Take off the dress.”

  My pulse raced through every extremity. My cheeks flushed hot from the intensity of his stare.

  “Come on, Kat,” he growled. “You have to do what I say. I’m your boss, remember?” He broke into a wide smile.

  I reached around my back and slid the zipper of my dress slowly downward. Then I shrugged out of the tight sheath and pulled the top down, revealing my black balconette bra. I pushed the dress over my hips, past the tiny strip of my sheer black panties, and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it in my high stiletto heels. I breathed heavily, my breasts heaving above the thin shelf of lace.

  “Now take off the bra.”

  I did as told, savoring the delicious and tantalizing force of Trent’s penetrating stare on my naked flesh. I unhooked the clasped and let the bra fall into the space before me, the silky straps slithering easily down my bare arms. My breasts were fully exposed in the moonlight.

  “Now the panties, baby,” he crooned.

  I bent forward and shimmied my hips from side to side in my best stripper imitation, hooking my thumbs under the lace and lowering the panties over my thighs, knees and ankles. I kicked them flirtatiously from my heel and onto the cushion where Trent lounged. He caught them with one hand and held them up to his lips.

  “You look fucking amazing, Kat.” I ran my hands over my naked breasts and stomach. Trent gave a satisfied groan. “Turn around, honey. I want to see the whole picture.”

  I raised my arms and lifted my hair, turning slowly, my hips swiveling. I stopped with my back to him, letting his gaze linger on my arched back and naked ass.

  “You like what you see?” I asked with a lilt of feigned innocence.

  “I want to taste every part of you. I want my tongue inside of your sweet, wet pussy. I want to make you feel things you never thought possible.”

  He unbuttoned his shirt, showing his strong, well-worked chest in its canvas of tattoos, and slipped it off over his thick, muscular arms. He hooked a finger in the air, gesturing for me to come closer.

  “Lie down, baby,” he directed. He removed my heels as I settled backwards onto the cushion. He slipped out of his jeans and briefs, tossing them to the side. He was erect and huge.

  I gazed up at the scattering of stars as his fingers gripped my knees and spread my legs wide apart. He balanced my thighs on his shoulders and lowered his face between my legs. He licked me softly and gently, sending shivers of insane ecstasy coursing through my body. I closed my eyes and moaned through parted lips.

  His tongue circled me in an agonizingly pleasurable rhythm. His lips massaged me while his tongue smoothly caressed me both inside and out. I spread my legs wider, my knees out to the sides. My fingers dug into the cushion. My back arched as I gasped and panted with the steadily increasing tingle and pressure of my building orgasm.

  His strong hands gripped my thighs. The cool stars spun above me, the moist summer air stroking my naked body. I closed my eyes and pleaded for him to keep going. He licked me faster and harder, his mouth warm, succulent, and sure. I moaned with abandon, tossing my head back and forth. A wave of unbelievable satisfaction rocketed through every nerve in my body. I cried out with an uncontainable delight. My legs clenched, Trent’s face buried deep between them, prolonging my orgasm with a few final swipes and plunges of his expert tongue.

  He lifted his head and climbed atop me, kissing me hard and deep. Then he smiled and smoothed a sweat-dampened tendril of
hair off of my forehead.

  “Good?” he asked, the corner of his lip raised in a crooked smirk.

  “Yeah, it was alright,” I gasped sarcastically.

  He grunted lustily and kissed me again.

  “I guess I’ll have to keep practicing,” he said.

  “Practice makes perfect. But now it’s my turn to practice on you.”

  He raised is eyebrows, the crooked smirk turning into a full grin.

  “Have at it, baby.”

  He rolled over onto his back. I settled onto my knees and took him in my mouth, sucking and massaging him with my tongue.

  “Oh god, Kat. You don’t need practice.” He groaned and placed his hand on my neck, holding my face between his legs.

  I sucked him in a steady rhythm as he grunted and moaned with approval. I enjoyed giving him pleasure, feeling his hips rock beneath me as my lips caressed his long, hard shaft. I loved the rush when he stiffened and pulsed in my mouth while his fingers pressed the back of my head and twirled in my hair, forcing me downward. I relished the tasted of him as he came with a deep moan and a hot torrent straight into my throat.

  I kissed him and flopped to the side as we both breathed heavily with the final quivers of orgasm coursing through our muscles. The faint sounds of the nighttime city floated up to our temporary haven on the roof.

  When I turned my head, I found Trent’s luminous blue eyes watching me. He didn’t turn away, and neither did I. We stared at each other as our heart rates slowed. A shadow crossed his face, the briefest tremble of concern. I saw it and wondered what it meant. I was afraid to ask. I was afraid to say anything that might destroy this perfect moment.

  Trent broke the silence first.

  “This isn’t something that I normally do, Kat. I want you to know that.”

  “What? Have sex?” I propped onto one elbow and placed a hand gingerly on his forearm. “Trent, are you a virgin?” I opened my eyes wide in mock surprise.

  “No, you asshole.” He gave a hearty laugh and shook my hand away. “I’m trying to be real here, and you’re ruining it. I meant that I’m not some sleazy boss who goes around banging interns all the time. This is different.”

  “Well, you are kind of a sleazy boss. I mean, you are banging an intern.”

  “Touché, my dear. You’re kind of a sleazy intern. Banging your boss and all.”

  He closed his eyes and grinned when I let out a startled huff. We both laughed. I watched the rise and fall of his chest and the shifting of his abdominal muscles. He really was too beautiful for words.

  I lay back and closed my eyes, listening to the soft swish of traffic and snatches of conversations far below. After a few minutes, I felt Trent’s fingers playing lightly over my skin from my shoulder to my bare breasts. He massaged and squeezed my nipples, then ran his hand over my stomach and rubbed two fingertips gently over my clit. I moaned softly, my eyes still closed.

  “Do you like to touch yourself?” he whispered, his breath hot on my ear as he leaned closer. I nodded, swallowing hard as his fingers stroked me more firmly. I opened my eyes and met his intense blue gaze. “Show me, baby.”

  He lifted my right hand and placed it between my legs, guiding my fingers inside. I spread my legs apart. He guided my fingers in deeper, pushing and pressing them as I groaned with pleasure. I continued to finger myself, plunging steadily in and out as he watched me intently.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said softly. He sucked on each of my nipples as I fingered my smooth, slick walls and rubbed my clit with my thumb.

  He loomed above me and pried my knees wider apart. He was erect and enormous. He pulled my hand away, gripping each of my wrists and holding them out at my sides. Then he plunged into me, full, long, and hard. We groaned together as he pulled out and pushed in even deeper. He went slowly at first, savoring the easy wet slide as I moaned and squirmed with erotic ecstasy. Our bodies moved together in a gradually increasing rhythm. He filled me up as I clenched tight around him. I panted and whimpered. He grunted and growled. I watched his chiseled stomach muscles flex and grind. He pushed into me forcefully, faster and harder as he held my wrists down firmly. I felt completely within his control. I loved every second of it. We came together, our bodies tensing and tightening as one, our satisfied cries twining and drifting into the night sky.

  As the clock spun past midnight and the pearlescent moon rose high and white, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. This time, when I awoke to a soft pink sunrise, I was not alone.

  Trent slept right beside me.

  Chapter 11

  “I’m sorry. You were right.”

  I heard Kill’s voice through the half-open door of Trent’s office as I made my way down the hall on Tuesday afternoon. I slowed my steps, trying to catch as much of the conversation as possible without visibly spying.

  “It’s alright. I get it. I overreacted anyway.” There were a few beats of silence as neither spoke.

  “So, what’s the deal with that girl anyway?”

  I paused mid-step, my toe pointed into the gray carpet.

  “Who?” Trent asked with breezy unconcern.

  “Who? What do you mean, ‘who’? Who do you think? I’m talking about Kat.”

  “What about her?” Trent spoke in a flat monotone. My heartbeat quickened, my pulse pounding in my temples. My throat was sandpaper dry.

  “Are you serious?” There was a smile in Kill’s voice. I heard the creak of a chair as he settled into it.

  I was no longer concerned that anyone would notice me snooping. I needed to hear Trent’s response. I pressed against the wall and inched closer to the doorway, my ear trained for the slightest sound.

  “She’s just an intern.”

  His cold, disinterested tone stabbed my gut like a knife. I nearly doubled over with shock.

  “Are you fucking her?” The chair creaked again. I pictured Kill leaning back, one ankle resting on his other knee, an amused thin-lipped smirk flashing across his weasely features.

  “What do you think?” Trent sounded droll and mocking. I imagined him raising one thick eyebrow.

  “I think you are.” Kill let out a long wolf whistle. “I wouldn’t mind burying my face in those tits. Is she a good fuck?”

  I slid down the wall and gripped my stomach through the thin fabric of my lilac blouse.

  “I’m just kidding, man.” Trent laughed. I heard two loud thumps, probably his feet plopping onto the desk as he leaned backwards, his tattooed arms crossed behind his head. “I wouldn’t fuck her. Not worth the trouble.”

  “You sure about that? With that ass?” Kill emitted a satisfied grunt. “I think she’d be very worth the trouble. Can I fuck her if you won’t?”

  They both chuckled.

  “You can do anything you want, my friend.”

  “What about all that stuff you said about her being such a great writer and my needing to show her some respect? Did you change your mind?”

  “Yeah.” Trent breathed a long sigh. “Forget that. I overrated her. Maybe you were right. I was thinking with my dick.”

  “Happens, man. I’m glad you came to your senses.”

  I couldn’t listen anymore. My heart couldn’t stand it. My face burned with embarrassment. I pushed myself away from the wall and hustled past the office and down the hall with hurried steps. I didn’t know if Trent or Kill had seen me pass. I didn’t care. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away, taking deep breaths to calm my racing pulse. I felt light-headed, no longer aware what I was doing or where I was going.

  “Kat. Everything alright?”

  I ran straight into Tony’s narrow chest as I rounded the corner into the main room. I really needed to gain control over my emotions. I couldn’t have the whole office thinking that I was a basket case.

  “Yeah, totally.” I smiled and swiped a lock of dislodged hair away from my forehead. “I was just running back to my desk. Got a little overexcited.”

  “I’ll say.” He laughed
. “Your face is bright red. Maybe you need to get more exercise.”

  I grinned sheepishly. My pulse began to slow. I tried to compartmentalize and avoid thinking about Trent’s words for the time being. I would save that for later.

  “So, Marcie and Vaughan broke up.” I changed the subject to lighten the mood and deflect Tony’s attention.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  We began walking toward my desk.

  “No, you’re not!” I elbowed him in the ribs. “I swear we will get you two together. It’s meant to be. I’m sure of it.”

  I stopped at my desk and settled into my chair. Tony perched on the corner of the desk.

  “I’ll take your word for it, matchmaker. But what about you, Kat? Isn’t there a special guy for you?”

  I hesitated. His voice carried a knowing edge. I wondered how much he suspected about me and Trent.

  “Oh, there’s a guy out there for me somewhere.” As I said this, I caught a glimpse of Trent’s figure moving quickly past the windows and toward the elevator. “I just haven’t found him yet.”

  Tony nodded and patted my shoulder.

  “Well, I’ll let you get back to work.”

  His warm smile eased my heartbreak just a tiny bit.

  ***

  “Late at the office again, Miss Raney? I should give you a raise.”

  I was just emerging from the ladies’ room that evening when Trent’s voice startled me from a distance of a few inches. I raised my eyes, level with his muscular chest, and then raised them further to his handsome, grinning face and his penetrating blue eyes.

  “A raise, huh?” My tone dripped with suppressed anger. “Why would you give a raise to such a talentless piece of shit?”

  His eyes flashed a hint of surprise.

  “Excuse me? Why would you say that?”

  I edged around him, my back to him as I took a few steps farther down the hall. The office was nearly empty, just one or two reporters huddled over their crowded desks. I turned abruptly. There was no point in being coy.