“You really should wait, Charlotte. You need more rest,” he said through labored breathing.
“I don’t want to, Alex, please, please take me now. Right here,” I pleaded through my panting
He looked up at me, waiting for visual proof, and in response, I grabbed the back of his head, hard, and pulled his lips back to mine, shoving my tongue into his willing mouth.
Alex picked me up under my butt and placed me on the edge of his desk, never breaking our contact. When he finally did pull away, I whimpered a plea, missing his contact immediately, but, when he took his laptop off his desk and pushed everything else off with his forearm, I squealed in delight. I watched as the papers fluttered to the floor, looking like white leaves drifting to the earth in fall.
When he came back to me and gently laid me on the desk, I felt the coldness of the glass on my back and arched up. Alex took the opportunity to raise my tank top over my head, revealing my breasts. I watched as hunger invaded his eyes before his head came down to grab a tight nipple between his teeth. He sucked and licked and bit down lightly, causing me to writhe underneath him and cry out in pleasure. If he kept this up, I might orgasm just from that.
As if reading my mind he said, “Not yet, my beautiful, I’m not ready for us to be done so soon.”
I whispered a plea to him and he just chuckled. He continued the onslaught to my senses, rubbing my entire body softly with his hands and then, rubbing more vigorously, bringing my heated blood to the surface of my skin. When he licked and bit at my over sensitized skin, I nearly came off the desk, but his warm hands kept me pinned down. The cold of glass on my back mixed with the blazing skin of my front caused a whirlwind of sensations to swirl within me, begging to be let free.
Things were starting to get a little extreme and sensations were starting to overwhelm me when he finally pushed a finger inside of me and his thumb brushed against my clit. I shattered. Grabbing on to his shoulders, I rode the waves of pleasure crashing through me as he continued pushing one, and then, two fingers inside me. My orgasm rocked me to my core.
When the last of the tremors pushed through me, he started being a bit more aggressive and I felt another orgasm building deep within me. I wanted him in me, filling me.
“Alex, please, fuck me please.”
“As you wish, my beautiful,” he said, as he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. His behavior should have grossed me out, but it turned me on so much, it always did.
“Mmmmm, you are absolutely delicious,” he said, as he finished licking his fingers, and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs agonizingly slow.
“Now, Alex, now,” I said, squirming around the desk, bending my knees, and spreading them wider. I knew he could see everything and, for a split second, my embarrassment flooded me, almost making me cover up my nakedness, but then, I remembered how much I loved this man and lifted my hips up to him.
“You’re so greedy, Charlotte. Look at you, lifting up, ready for me to take you. You want me to take you, Charlotte?” he asked, fisting his length and rubbing himself, slowly and surely.
I couldn’t answer. His words and his stroking made speaking impossible. In response, I just lifted my hips a little more. When I felt him at my entrance, I tried to push into him, but he kept me still.
“Patience, Charlotte. Feel what I’m about to give you. Savor it.” He closed his eyes, experiencing his own pleasure.
I pouted at him, but he didn’t see it. He thrust into me with shallow strokes, never going all the way in and never coming all the way out. Everytime he pulled away, the emptiness in me built, ready to explode. I closed my eyes, doing as he suggested, savoring the feel of him, but my eyes opened wide when he slid in to the hilt, filling me completely. He sat there for a few moments, deep inside me, not moving, with his eyes closed.
“I’m feeling, Charlotte, I’m feeling all of you. Damn, you feel so good, Charlie. You’re so damn tight, You’re so beautiful.”
He slowly pulled out halfway, and then slammed back in, making my slippery back squeak against the glass protection on top of his desk and making me slide back slightly. His hands never left my hips as he pulled back out and dipped back in, driving me to the edge of the desk and pulling me back to him, driving me to the peak of madness before slowing down.
His control was waning and I knew it wouldn’t take long for either of us to be repleted. In a moment of pure desperation, the next time he came in, I grabbed him with my internal muscles, squeezing him, tucking my legs around his back, and holding him in place.
“Fuck, Charlie, Fuck!” I felt him pulsate within me, and before he finished, he reached his thumb around and found my sensitive nub. With three or four gentle flicks, I came again, all around him, while I continued to pull every drop from him. My limbs felt like jelly and I couldn’t lift my head. He stayed buried in me with his head on my chest.
After our breathing returned to normal, he slid out of me and walked to the attached bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it under the warm water. When he came back, I reached for the rag, but he batted my hand away. The act of cleaning me was so incredibly intimate, it made my heart soar. I loved this man so much.
After he cleaned us both, he threw the washcloth in the sink and gathered me in his arms. I barely had the strength to put my arms around his neck, but I wanted to melt into him, so I lifted my arms and embraced him. He carried me into the living room and placed me on the sofa, still sitting in his lap.
I felt safe and happy, and, for the first time in forever, I felt like everything in the world was right. My world was perfectly balanced on its axis, never on the verge of teetering. I took a deep, calming breath and let the weight of the last few months slip off and away. I felt lighter and I savored every second of the incredible bliss.
“When we get to work tomorrow, Charlotte, I’d like you to speak with the aircrew and set up flight times for New York for the both of us. I’d like us to leave tomorrow night and return the following Sunday,” he said into my hair.
“Business or Pleasure, Mr. Porter?” I said, quoting one of my favorite movies ‘Pretty Woman’.
He laughed at me before saying, “A little bit of both. I have a meeting on Tuesday afternoon, and a possible followup on Wednesday, but the rest of the week is just you and me. Have you ever been to New York, Charlotte?”
I shook my head. I had wanted to go so bad for many years. Even though I was only ten when the towers collapsed, I remember watching my mom cry and feeling incredibly sad. When I grew up and learned the significance of the attack, I made a promise to come to the sight to pay my respects. Anytime I flew to New Jersey to visit my mom, we never got the chance, and now Alex was going to take me. I was thrilled!
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Even though I was met with heavy resistance, Alex finally agreed to take me home to gather some clothes for our trip. The clothes he bought me were wonderful and fit like a glove, but I wanted to have some of my own clothes for the trip. Besides, most of the items he bought would get me arrested for public indecency. I also wanted some work out clothes and, even though Alex assured me we would be doing enough naked workouts, I told him I loved running and the opportunity to run in Central Park was too good to pass up.
When we got to my apartment, Danny and Jerry were there, sitting at the bar, each with a beer. Danny’s eyes widened when I told him my destination.
“New York! OMG, I’m so jealous, Charlie!” he laughed, wrapping his arms around me. I noticed his lip was starting to heal, but I still felt bad about it.
I reached up to touch his mouth and cringed when I saw him wince. “I’m sorry about that, Danny. I should have been more attentive and then none of this would have happened.”
Grabbing my chin and forcing my head back to look at him, Danny stared me in the eye. “It’s not your fault that some psycho is stalking you, it’s not your fault that you were drugged, and it’s certainly not your fault that I lost my shit and hit Bracks. I was worrie
d about you and he wouldn’t let me in. We’re cool now, so please, don’t apologize.”
He wiped a tear that had fallen from my eyes. “I love you, Charlie, so much.”
“I love you too, Danny!” He pulled me into his embrace and we stayed like that for a few minutes. Just being close to Danny always made me feel better. I could never ask for a better friend than him. When I finally pulled away, I looked over at Jerry and winked at him. I could see the sparks of love in Jerry’s eyes, they matched mine.
I left the kitchen and made my way to my room to grab everything I might need for a week in New York. Everything I might need included just about everything I owned, from workout clothes to formal wear. I could only hope Alex may take me to a show and, on the way here, I may have dropped a few hints. I included a few pieces of my more risque lingerie and some insanely high heels to go with it.
Once my bag was packed with all of the essentials, I heaved it into the living room where Alex came over and grabbed it from me. Danny and Jerry each gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before I headed out the door. I couldn’t help the smile on my face. Danny and Jerry looked happy and, for once in quite a while, I felt truly happy. In less than 24 hours, I was going to be on a plane to New York with the man I loved more than life.
Sunday June 21, 2015- I’m going to NY!!!
Chapter 32
Work on Monday morning dragged by incredibly slow. Alex still had some things to do and I needed to get our flights in order, but now that that job was done, I was bored out of my skull. I sat at my desk and alternated clicking my pencil on the desk and chewing on the eraser. I looked at my work on the computer screen and couldn’t even begin to process any of it. Alex told me I could go home, to his house, but I knew I would be just as restless there. At least, if I was here, I was close to him.
Instead, I told Alex I was going to Starbucks and collected his order. I rolled my eyes when he made me take Bracks with me, but secretly, I was glad to have someone watching out for me and glad he cared enough about me to send someone.
I ordered my coffee and Alex’s without incident and, for good measure, ordered one for Brigitte. I hadn’t talked to her since the club on Friday and I wanted to thank her for coming to see me on Saturday.
When I walked into the lobby and set the coffee in front of Brigitte, she looked up at me and smiled. Her warmness filled me up inside.
“Hi, Charlie! How are you feeling? I can’t believe you’re here today, and why didn’t you tell me you were dating Mr. Porter?” She folded her arms over her chest and gave me an amused glare.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m feeling great, Brigitte. Thanks for asking, and thank you for coming to see me Saturday. It was a hard day, so I’m really sorry I didn’t get to talk to you, and, as far as Mr. Porter goes, well let’s just say I’m really happy,” I beamed at her.
“I’m so happy for you, Charlie,” she said, looking down at her hands in her coffee cup.
I felt like she wasn’t being honest with me. She wasn’t really happy for me and I wanted to ask what was going on with Steve. She didn’t strike me as an individual who would begrudge someone’s happiness because she was miserable.
“I’m going to New York tonight, want me to bring you anything?” I asked, hoping to bring back her smile.
“No, that’s ok! Have fun, Charlie, and thanks for the coffee! I needed a pick me up.” She waved at me as I walked to the elevator and stepped in.
When I sat Alex’s coffee in front of him, he grabbed it and took a long gulp. I couldn’t help the giggle that came from my mouth. He loved his coffee so much.
“What are you laughing at?” he said, grinning at me.
“I love you,” I said. I know it didn’t answer his question, but I needed to tell him again. I watched as he closed his eyes, seeming to savor my words like he’d just done with his gulp of coffee, and when he opened them, they were blazing yellow.
“I love it when you say that to me, Charlotte. I don’t deserve it, but I love it.” He whispered it so soft, I wasn’t even sure I had heard him correctly.
“You DO deserve it, Alex, I love you. I never thought that my past would allow me to love anyone, but I do. I love you.” I walked around his desk and sat in his lap, pulling his chin to me. I kissed him, long and hard and deep, pouring my love into it. I wanted to prove to him that he deserved everything and I would do anything to give it to him.
When the kiss ended, I saw the love flow back through his eyes, and I knew I had completed my mission, for now. He would need constant reminders. He refused to tell me the secrets of his past, but for now, it could wait. I only wanted him to know that I loved him and that we would squash the past and create a future together.
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The plane ride to JFK airport was uneventful. We boarded his private jet and took a seat on the loveseat, which seemed strange with the seatbelts poking out. On the left side of aircraft were two rows of Captains Chairs facing forward, and behind that, four more Captains Chairs were facing inward at a table. On our side was the loveseat and a couch in an L shape. There was also a bolted down table as well. Towards the back was a small hallway with a door on each side and a main door in the back. Alex said the doors were the closet and the bathroom and the back door was the bedroom. When he winked at me and said maybe we could use it later, I blushed, not because of his suggestion, but the thought of doing that with the crew and attendants close by was sort of hot. Maybe I could join the illusive “Mile High Club”?
We landed in New York late on Monday night. With the time difference, it was still only 7 pm in California, but it was 10 pm here. Bracks, of course, came with us, and when we exited the plane, there was a black limousine waiting for us. Bracks climbed into the passenger seat while the driver opened the back door for Alex and I. The inside consisted of all leather and, across from my seat, was a mini bar. I thought about asking Alex for a drink, but thought better of it. We could drink when we got to the hotel.
The partition between us and the driver was down, but with a glance at Bracks from Alex, it slowly started to raise. I was getting used to Bracks being around and within earshot, but I didn’t know the driver. Once the car started moving, I climbed into Alex’s lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Thank you, Alex. Thank you for bringing me.” I pecked his lips.
“You’re more than welcome, Charlotte,” he said, kissing my head.
At some point in the drive to the hotel, I fell asleep. Alex must have carried me up to our room because, when I woke up in the morning, I was laying in silky soft sheets and the sun was high in the sky out the windows.
I felt around the bed for Alex, but found his side empty. The covers were crumpled, so I knew he had been in bed with me at some point, but he was always an early riser so far as I could tell. That would take some getting used to because, if I wasn’t at work, I definitely enjoyed sleeping in.
I sat up and stretched, letting the blanket fall to my waist, noticing I was naked. I smiled to myself, knowing Alex had undressed me and taken care of me. He could have woken me up, but he knew how much I needed the sleep.
I headed to the bathroom first, jumping into the shower and giving myself a good scrub. My toiletries were already inside, making me grin again. He was so attentive. After I got out and brushed my wet locks and my teeth, I donned the robe on the back of the door and headed into the other room. Alex was sitting at the table, reading the paper, with an array of covered dishes adorning the table.
“Good morning, beautiful, would you like some breakfast?” he asked.
I walked over to him and leaned down for a kiss, “I would, thank you, Mr. Porter.” He smiled up at me, sending jolts of electricity through my blood. Before my mind could come up with anything dirty to consider, I sat down at the table and lifted the lids.
He bought a little bit of everything, since he wasn’t sure what I might like. I settled for scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and a bagel. I sat, eating and watching h
im read the paper. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and no shirt. He looked stunningly gorgeous. I pictured taking the small container of syrup and dripping it down his torso, before licking it off. My thoughts were frisky that morning.
He looked at me with one brow cocked, trying to read my mind. I blushed, as usual, making his grin turn to a full blown smile.
“What are you thinking about, Miss Hightower?” he said, his eyes dancing in merriment.
He was so cute in this mood, but I had to gain control of the situation fast. My goal was to knock him off his feet. “I was thinking about how good it would be to lick syrup off of your nipples.” When his mouth dropped open, willing the proverbial flies to enter, I knew I had accomplished my mission.
It didn’t take more than a few moments for Alex to pull himself together and close his jaw. I knew I shocked him and I couldn’t help the cocky grin that spread the width of my face. For once, I surprised Alex Porter.
“Well, Miss Hightower, aren’t you full of surprises this morning?” He slowly stood up, stalking me around the table. When I reached out my hand for the syrup, he beat me to it, grabbing it and slowly easing around the table. His grin was infectious and, even though I knew I was about to end up covered in syrup right after a shower, I didn’t care. I ran around the table and threw myself into his arms.
Alex had just enough time to place the container down before catching me, so he wouldn’t spill the sticky maple liquid. We both laughed and kissed, and laughed some more. When he finally set me down, my cheeks and my stomach hurt from laughing so much. I finished my orange juice and stared at Alex. I loved him so much it hurt.
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Alex had meetings most of the day, so I spent the day enjoying the sights. Bracks offered to drive me around and Alex gave me his company card to go shopping. I wasn’t really comfortable using company funds to buy personal items, but Alex reasoned that this was a business trip and I should buy some more business clothes. He also said that, with how many under garments he had ripped off of me in the past few weeks, I should stock up on those too.
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