by Mia Ford
I got up and went over to the fridge, staring into the bleak emptiness that it was. I had been so busy lately, I’d forgotten to get any groceries. Now, I was left hungry and housebound. It was a good thing I lived in New York where there was a delivery or takeout place on every corner. At the same time, I just wanted someone to make the decision for me. I was not in the mood to browse every single takeout menu in the drawer. I grabbed the last apple off the counter and bottle of water in the fridge and sighed as I sat back down on the couch. I guess I was destined for healthy food, since I couldn’t seem to make up my mind.
I glanced over out the window at the sunshine and wondered what Tanner was doing. I knew he was at the polo match, but I was curious about whether he took a date, what he did at events by himself, and whether he was thinking about me at all. I knew it was stupid to even entertain the ideas, but I was having a free day of thinking, so I allowed myself to indulge in the thought process. Besides, what could it really hurt to think about those things? Maybe it would help me stop obsessing over him if I made myself believe he was a huge douche bag.
I laid my head down on the throw pillow and set my apple on the coffee table, staring up at the romantic comedy playing on the screen. It was one of my favorites with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, but now, it seemed a little silly. Tanner was not the guy who was going to be the star in a real-life romance. He was more the one-night stand guy that everyone forgets about twenty minutes into the movie.
I laughed at myself as I thought about Tanner in any type of romantic comedy. As I humored myself, I looked up, hearing a knock at the door. Maybe I was wrong about my parents not checking up on me, but they should still be at the match, and my mother would never leave that match early, even if there was an alien attack or she was losing a limb. It was one of the biggest social days of the year for her. I walked over to the door and opened it up, sniffling just for added effect. Immediately, I stood up straight and smiled, seeing Tanner’s face looking back at me. He smiled charmingly at me as he held out two bags of takeout.
“I think you read my mind,” I said, taking the bags from him and inviting him in. “I was starving and couldn’t decide on what I wanted to eat.”
“Perfect timing, then,” he said, laughing. “I was coming to check on you.”
“You do know I’m not actually sick, right?” I laughed and peeked in the bags, feeling his presence in the room.
For some reason, I didn’t feel quite as hungry as I had before and just having him in my apartment sent chills down my back. He was so sexy, too, with his clothes on from the polo match and his hair pushed to the side instead of the normal perfect do on top of his head. I turned around and looked at him, hearing him close the front door and linger there in the living room.
“I know,” he said. “I wanted to see you again, out of work.”
I watched him walk across the room and look down at my mess in the living room. He watched the rom-com on the television that was on mute and picked up the remote, clicking off the television. The intensity between us was thick as he stood bathed in the evening light coming through the windows. He stuck his hands in his pockets and tilted his head at me, biting his bottom lip. Holy shit that was hot. I put down the bag and started to walk forward, first at a slow pace but then picking up to a jog. He took his hands out of his pockets as I hopped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing my mouth hard against him.
He wrapped his arms around me and gripped my ass, squeezing hard and groaning as his tongue immediately pushed through my lips and swirled around, tasting me. I could feel him pulling me in, breaking me down, and readying me for what was to come. I knew there was something about this that was wrong, but I didn’t give a damn anymore. We had wanted each other since the first day I had sat in front of him. I could fight myself over and over again, but I would still come to the same conclusion.
He walked forward through the living and toward my bedroom, carrying me in his arms, still kissing me feverishly. When he hit the hall, he set me down, and we stopped for a moment as he pushed me up against the wall and grabbed onto my tits, massaging them deeply as he ran his tongue up my neck. I moaned loudly as he pushed his hard cock against my body, groaning right along with me. I couldn’t keep myself contained, and I pulled my top off, letting my breasts bounce out freely. He dipped his head down and sucked on my nipple as my hands pulled at the belt of his pants. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to the other wall right by the bathroom door. He put his hand on the doorframe above my head as I took his pants down to his ankles and wasted no time reaching into his black boxer briefs and grabbing firmly to the shaft of his cock.
He closed his eyes and breathed heavily as I stroked it hard, my heart racing at the girth of the thing. I wanted it inside me so bad, and I wanted to feel him fucking the hell out of me. I yanked his boxers down to the floor and dropped to my knees, letting his dick spring out, catching it with my lips. My hand tightened at the base, and I pulled my lips over the head, flicking my tongue against him. He groaned louder and pushed down on my head with his hand, his shaft sliding down my throat. He knew what he wanted, and he was not afraid to take control. That fact alone was incredibly arousing. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock for several moments before he reached down and grabbed me under the arms, pulling me into the bedroom and throwing me down on the bed.
I looked up at him and smiled as he ripped off the rest of his clothes and stood stroking his cock as he looked at my body. I pulled my pants off and watched as his eyes widened, staring at my naked swollen pussy. I could feel the air hit me, and I knew I was already so wet. He licked his lips and dove down on the bed, pushing my legs over his shoulders and moving his lips fast and deep over my pulsing mound. I screamed out and arched my back as he pulled two fingers up and began to finger fuck me, his tongue running circles over my clit. He was not going easy, and I knew at that rate, I was going to come any second. He looked up at me and smiled as he fingered me harder and deeper, putting his whole mouth over my nub and sucking.
“Yes,” I screamed out, pushing my hand down on his head. “Don’t stop.”
With the sound of my voice, he growled and moved even faster. My body tensed and arched, and my head rolled back as the orgasm exploded from my body. I screamed loudly grinding my hips against his mouth as the pleasure moved through every inch of me. He pulled his fingers out and licked the juices flowing before growling loudly, moving up and plunging his huge cock into me. It slid right through the juices and filled me completely. He picked up my hips and began to thrust, moving his hips like a wave against my clit that wasn’t even recovered yet from the first orgasm. I was writhing in absolute pleasure, and I ran my hands up my stomach and grabbed my breasts, massaging them as I moaned in rhythm with his thrusts.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered with a groan.
“Fuck me hard,” I said, looking up at him and biting my lip. “I want you to feel me come again.”
He chuckled but with a tone that said he was ready for it. He began to fuck me hard and deep, pulling my legs up on his shoulders and slamming his body into me. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room and heightened my arousal tenfold. His grip on my waist was tight and I pushed my arms over my head, screaming in pleasure. It was even better than I had imagined, better than I had thought when I was rubbing my own pussy late at night.
I grasped my hands together and looked up at him as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. I could tell his mind was past the point of satisfying just me, and he had a serious mission for release. I unhooked my legs from his shoulders and spread them wide as he pushed his body over top of me, grinding against my clit as he pushed deeply into me. He gritted his teeth and grabbed onto the sheets around my head as he arched his back with every thrust. He was raw and uncensored, and I could have fucked him like that all night long. However, as his eyes grew needier and his body pulsed against my nub, I gripped onto his shoulders and breathed heavily, feeling ano
ther orgasm teetering on its edge.
He groaned, pulling his hips back and slamming into me, holding himself deep inside of me for a moment before sitting up and pulling out. He grabbed his cock and stroked it with one hand as his other rubbed my clit furiously. As his seed sprayed me from tits to belly button, I arched my back and screamed out, feeling his fingers push me back over the edge in pleasure. The feeling of his hot stream and the sound of his deep groans made the ecstasy that much deeper.
As my body relaxed, I looked up into his eyes and gave him a coy smile. I already couldn’t wait until the next time.
Chapter 11
Tanner
I sat at the table, my mind completely lost in thought. I had fucked the hell out of Ava the night before, and I couldn’t get it off my mind. It was so hot, raw, and needy, and even afterward, as we ate takeout and talked, I wanted to fuck her again. Usually, when I had satisfied my want for a woman, it was easy for me to walk away, but this woman had latched herself into my brain and my cock, and I couldn’t even begin to describe how bad it was driving me crazy. I thought it was annoying before when I couldn’t get her off my mind, but now it was ten times worse.
I ran my hands over my face and grabbed my cup of coffee, walking through the open living room of my penthouse and standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows. I looked out over the cityscape, thinking about the last couple of weeks. It had been nuts, and Ava had changed everything from the first moment she stepped into the room. How could someone so young, so inexperienced in the world, grab my attention with such force and ferocity? I was starting to think I was losing my mind and my grip on the reality of the situation.
A yawn escaped my mouth, and I leaned my forehead against the cold glass. I was exhausted, but I didn’t foresee any sleep coming to me. After we had finished eating, I left, neither one of us saying anything about me spending the night. I hadn’t spent the night with a woman in a very, very long time. She was worried her parents would show up to check on her and find me there in her bed, something I couldn’t help but chuckle about when I imagined Dean’s face. When I got home, I took a long, hot shower, still finding my cock wanting to struggle past being rock-hard and knowing it wasn’t getting any more of Ava that night. I had climbed into bed and switched on the television, thinking that taking my mind off her would help me relax, but as I flipped through late-night movies and terrible infomercials, all I could do was replay that hot sex over and over again in my head. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep but maybe two hours, and that was after my body was so exhausted from struggling that it finally gave out.
The sun came flooding through my windows a couple of hours later, and as soon as my eyes opened, I started thinking about Ava again. I lay there, letting my brain go wherever it wanted, not wanting to fight it. Finally, I had drug myself out of the bed and fixed a pot of coffee, figuring if nothing else, I would call her in a bit and see what she was doing. We had ripped into each other, all the restraint that had been there days prior just falling to the ground. It was the first time since I got divorced over twenty years before that I had fucked a girl and actually wanted to see her again. It wasn’t forced or wanted, it just was there, and I couldn’t control it. Her eyes, her smile, her hair, those hips, it all ran through my mind repeatedly without any internal power to stop it. I was almost going crazy thinking about how bad I wanted to see her face and hear her voice.
I walked over and plopped down on the couch, setting my coffee on the coffee table. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, trying to shake all of it from my mind. The sex had been hot, raw, and amazing. There was no question about that, but there was more to it, and that was what was making me nervous. There was a chemistry between us that I couldn’t get off my mind. We clicked, every step of the way, and we had since the first day. She was ambitious, realistic, and didn’t live in the fantasy world that most girls her age did. She had been brought up in a world where she was spoiled and rich, but knowing her father, he’d been honest and forthright about how life really was when you were out on your own. This may have been her first real job, but she handled herself like a veteran, and that crossed over into her personal life as well. It wasn’t necessarily that she was extremely grown up, but she was responsible and put her dreams ahead of her wants at every turn. Well, almost every turn. Last night, she definitely gave into something that she had wanted just as long as I had.
I could sit there all day thinking about her, or I could give in to my nagging need to see her. There was no use fighting it anymore. That ship had sailed as her pouty lips ran over the head of my cock the night before. I reached down and adjusted myself, my dick already hardening at the thought of her sucking it. I was torturing myself, and it was absolutely useless. I got up from the couch and tucked my half chub into the waistband of my boxers before walking into the kitchen and grabbing my phone. What was the worst that could happen? Maybe she doesn’t answer, but if she did, I could take her out to breakfast and maybe bring her back to my place for a little Sunday fun day. I didn’t have any problem spending all day banging her all over my penthouse. There were a lot of rooms, and I was more than ready for her.
I dialed the number and sat there, listening to the ring. There was a good possibility she wasn’t even awake yet. Finally, around the fourth ring, she picked up, the sound of the shower going in the background. Immediately, I pictured her naked body glistening through the hot steam in her bathroom.
“Hey there, sexy,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied, something strange in her voice.
“Whatcha’ doing?”
“I was getting ready to jump in the shower,” she replied. “I just woke up a few minutes ago.”
“Sleep well?”
“Like a freaking rock.” She laughed.
“You’re welcome,” I teased. “When you’re done showering, why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll pick you up for breakfast? Then, we can come back to my place and lounge around.”
“That sounds nice, but I can’t,” she said with little emotion. “My father called this morning, and he wanted to talk and check on me. He’s on his way over now. I think he’s bringing our normal Sunday bagels and coffee that we did when I was home from college in the summers. I don’t want to disappoint him.”
“Of course not,” I said, covering up my disappointment. “How about dinner? We can go out to the water and eat at one of the restaurants out there.”
She was silent for a moment, and I felt my stomach drop, sensing that our time apart might have changed her outlook on everything. I didn’t think that one night would make her run screaming in the other direction. However, as a young woman new in the business world, I could see her pushing back from sleeping with her boss.
“Tanner,” she sighed. “Look, last night was fucking incredible, but I don’t think I can do this. I mean, between you being my boss and my father hating your guts, I feel like this is a recipe for disaster. I want to be a part of your company, someone who makes a significant difference, and I want to be taken seriously. I don’t think anyone will take me seriously if they find out I’m fucking the owner of the company. I’ll end up falling to the wayside, being labeled as the girl who made her way to the top by sleeping her way there. That’s not the life I want. I think you are great, super sexy, and I can’t get last night off my mind, but I have to. I have to keep this professional. Well, as professional as I possibly can at this point.”
“Okay,” I said, not sure what to say. “You sound pretty resolute in your decision, so I’m not going to try to talk you out of it. I’ll see you at work tomorrow then.”
“Thank you for understanding,” she said with a sigh.
When we hung up the phone, I stood there staring down at the blank screen. Hell, I didn’t want to be understanding. What I wanted was to go to her house and rip off her clothes and melt that resolve right away, but I couldn’t. Not because her father was there, but because I needed to respect how she felt about it. Besides, maybe it was a good thi
ng. I was getting incredibly wrapped up in this woman, in a way I had never done before. I was starting to forget things at work, not being as productive as I wanted to be, and catching feelings when she didn’t return my affection. I had told myself a long time ago that I wasn’t going to fall for that. I wasn’t going to get involved with anyone, especially not someone who worked for me.
My company had come leaps and bounds above what I had thought it would be, but I wasn’t at a stopping point yet. I knew if I stayed stagnant, if my mind fixated on other things, I would never make this merger work to its top ability. I had the opportunity to expand my company across the world, and that had been a dream I never thought I would be able to reach. For the last couple weeks, though, I found myself becoming complacent, happier to have Ava on my mind than to keep pushing through the stagnation that would happen every so often with the company. It was hard to spend over twenty years pushing every single day with unwavering motivation. Sometimes, it got exhausting, and I was pretty sure I was using Ava as an excuse to give in to that.
I shook my head and tossed my phone in my bag. I walked into the bedroom and grabbed some office casual clothing, brushed my teeth, did my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. Through the aged skin and peppered hair, I could still see that young kid determined to make his dreams come true. Though I felt more like Dean than that kid recently, I knew it was time to step up my game again. One too many days off was a weakness, and I could easily lose everything I was working so hard for.
I grabbed my bag and left the penthouse, getting back to my normal schedule of working at the office on the weekend. I needed to do this for me, for the company, and to get Ava off my mind before I completely lost it for this girl. She had made her decision, and I had to respect that. Sitting around moping and wishing wasn’t going to change that. There was no time for crap like that in my life, and going into the office was what I needed to remind myself of that fact.