by Kerri Sharpe
Hallie swung around to face him. By now he had taken off his T-shirt and stood proudly before her. She caught her breath at his rippling muscled form. Swallowing hard, she said, ‘You can’t keep me here.’
‘Can’t I?’ he smirked.
‘You have no right to take me prisoner.’
‘You’re not my prisoner … yet.’
‘Mr Bartlett –’ she began in stern warning. But, even as her words were hard, her eyes were aflame. They dipped over his chest, focusing on his cock.
‘Didn’t you say you always listened to your boss?’ he questioned logically.
‘Yes, I did, but –’
‘If you don’t listen to me, listen to your body.’
Hallie stood silent. She was terrified – terrified of the passion inside her. This was Peter. It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with one’s boss. No matter how badly she wanted it to happen, it could ruin her career.
‘Fine, then come and get the key and unlock the door,’ he said when she held silent. His words were harshly delivered but a gleam entered his wicked eyes.
‘Where is it?’ she stammered.
‘Hidden in a very safe place,’ he said. Then with a cheeky glance he motioned to his protruding trousers. ‘Though you are most welcome to try and find it.’
‘Don’t think I won’t,’ Hallie said, trying to intimidate him. Inside she shivered with lust.
‘I won’t stop you,’ he paused meaningfully. With a flick of his fingers he unzipped his blue jeans, before continuing, ‘But I must insist you use your mouth.’
That stopped her. Turning from him with uncertainty, she took a deep breath. The more he spoke, the more she wanted to forget decorum and fuck his brains out. But this was Peter she had to remind herself – her irritating boss who hardly said two words to her unless it was to criticise her work.
‘Why are you doing this now?’ she asked.
‘Why not now?’ he answered.
‘We have been working together for three months. You have never shown interest before.’
‘I’ve been waiting to get you alone,’ Peter answered.
‘We have been alone in your office plenty.’ Hallie turned around to face him, sure that she could keep her face composed. Her eyes automatically drifted to his crotch. His pants hugged at his tapered waist in a snug fit.
‘I thought about it,’ he admitted. ‘I’ve thought about it a lot. Especially at night, with a raging hard-on.’
‘Then?’
‘There are too many distractions in the office during the day. My office door doesn’t lock. Janice always walks in unannounced.’ He took small steps as he spoke. Hallie stood enthralled by his low, husky voice. ‘How would she like it to find you bent over my desk with my dick in your ass?’
‘You could have said something.’ Hallie licked her lips. ‘There were other times.’
‘When?’ he questioned urgently. ‘You always work late.’
‘You could have said something.’ Her resolve continued to slip. Silently, she wondered, Why not take him into her mouth? Why not control him for once? Who would know?
‘Yes, I could have. I could have asked you out on a proper date, took you to a fine restaurant. But I don’t want a date. I want to fuck you. I want you to suck my rock-hard cock. I want to bend you over and taste your wet pussy.’ Peter stopped in front of her, letting his bold words sink in. ‘I want to lean you over the side of this building and –’
‘But –’
‘And,’ he began again with impassioned emphasis. ‘I want to shove my dick in your hot and willing body.’
‘Peter,’ she stated with a blush fanning her cheeks. ‘Who put you up to this? This is an office dare, right? Everyone is hiding behind the door, listening.’
‘Would you like it if they were?’ he asked. ‘Would it excite you to have them watch?’
‘No,’ she stammered. The lie was obvious.
‘Who would you like to join us? Gladys from copying? My secretary, Janice? Your secretary, Stephen?’ He pulled the phone from his pocket, and smiled as he shook it at her. ‘I could call them. Tell them to come up here for an emergency meeting.’
‘That’s preposterous,’ Hallie shot in confusion.
‘No, I’ve seen the way Stephen looks at your ass. I’ve seen you bend over a little extra when he is around to let him.’ Peter laughed when she pinked in slight embarrassment. ‘Tell me, have you had him yet?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Have you called him into your office? Taken off your panties and sat on your desk while making him eat you out?’ Peter persisted.
‘No,’ Hallie said, barely able to believe the way her boss was speaking to her.
‘But you want to, don’t you? Between us, admit it. You want the power of being in charge. That is what really attracts you to Paris. You want complete control.’ Peter eyed her lips. His words fanned over her in a low, seductive murmur. ‘Be a woman – admit it.’
‘Fine, I admit it. I’ve thought of him naked. I’ve thought about almost every man in the office naked. It doesn’t mean I would act on it. It’s human nature to be curious,’ Hallie said.
‘Shall I tell you what I would think about when you come into my office? Shall I tell you what I’ve been waiting to do to you?’ Peter looked unashamedly at her breasts as they coloured with her excited breath. ‘Shall I tell you how you affect me?’
Unable to stop herself, Hallie nodded.
Peter smiled that devilishly wicked grin that made her flesh tingle.
‘As you would speak, rattling on about financial proposals and stock options I would stare at your mouth. I’d imagine jumping over the desk and sticking my cock in your face, making you talk around it until I came in your throat. As you spoke I would secretly masturbate under my desk, asking you questions so you wouldn’t stop moving your lush, full lips. And I’d stare at your breasts, perky and round as they moved under your blouse, wondering what kind of bra you had worn for me that day.’
Peter grabbed her by the arm, and this time she didn’t move. His low voice entranced her as he spoke forbidden words of passion. Gently, he raised his fingers to her blouse and undid a button, letting the breeze pull apart the material to discover her lacy white bra. His eyes narrowed, his breath deepened.
It amazed Hallie that he’d thought of her in such a way. But she read the truth of it in his wildly fervent eyes.
Continuing, he said, ‘I’ve often wondered …’ He paused to press a kiss on her exposed collarbone. Licking her chest in a long hot stroke, he trailed up her neck to claim her parted lips.
‘What?’ she breathed in a low murmur when he almost kissed her.
Moving his lips lightly against her mouth, he said, ‘Are you as hot as I want you to be?’
She pulled back. ‘Now you’re just teasing me. Game’s over, Peter, give me the key. I’ve got to go. I’ve got a long hard day tomorrow.’
‘I’ve got a long hard night for you here,’ he shot back just as smoothly.
He took her hand and held it to his cock. She jerked away.
‘Let me show it to you.’
Hallie froze, curiosity causing her to look down to his exposed black silk boxers. He pulled back his fly, groaning slightly when his dick sprung free. Hallie licked her trembling lips. Her eyes grew wide with interest. Tilting her head to the side, she stared at his protrusion, waiting for him to pull it free from its silken prison.
He stroked himself over the silk, starting deep at the base before slowly moving to the head of his shaft. Unbidden, Hallie’s hand strayed to the valley between her breasts.
‘Just pretend you have to work late,’ Peter said. He massaged himself again with a groan. ‘I’ll tell Kenton I kept you late and the report won’t be done until noon.’
‘How late?’
‘I just might keep you here all night.’ Grinning, he asked, ‘How many times can you orgasm?’
‘Depends on how good the man is,’ she said with a matchin
g smile.
‘I’m good.’ Peter lifted a hand to undo another of her buttons. He growled when he laid bare her heaving chest. ‘Let me taste your skin.’
He didn’t wait for her to answer. Leaning over he licked the valley of her breasts. Then, trailing his caressing lips over the edge of her bra he dipped his tongue underneath the thin material to lap her pointed nipple. Hallie gasped and her knees weakened as she stumbled back. Peter smiled and caught her. She fell to press against the hard metal door.
‘You’re trapped,’ he told her. He placed his hands on either side of her head. Looking down at her chest, he moistened his lips. ‘You need a man to free you.’
‘I –’
‘Shhh,’ Peter hushed. ‘It’s all right. A lot of women haven’t been with a man secure enough in himself to give her real pleasure. I can feel the hesitation in your body. You’re scared of me. You’re scared of what I am offering you.’
‘And just what are you offering?’ she threw back.
‘Pure –’ he stopped to kiss the rapid pulse at her neck, ‘– pleasure without any commitments or attachments. No phone calls to make the next morning or awkward moments after. Just a good, solid fucking and no one will ever have to know unless you want them to.’
Hallie’s breath deepened as his lips continued a reckless course over her tender flesh. The hard metal door pressed into her skin, holding her steady in the strong wind blowing over the skyscraper’s roof. Her heart raced in excitement as she anticipated being discovered. She imagined someone listening on the other side of the thick steel.
The movement of his bold lips entranced her and his body shielded her from the harsh glow of the rooftop’s fluorescent lights. Behind his head she saw the dim poke of stars as a helicopter flew in the distance. Her will slipped and she felt him taking over.
‘Spread your legs, Hallie,’ he commanded. ‘Open them up for me.’
Hesitantly she complied. Parting her thighs under the tight black skirt, she moved her heeled shoes to the side. Peter chuckled as his hands rose from the door to touch her slender frame. He caressed her body in long, worshiping strokes. Slowly, he made his way down to her hips to kneel before her.
‘Lift your skirt,’ he ordered.
Hallie shivered. Following the trail he had blazed over her body, she moved to touch the hem of her skirt. Her hands trembled, unsure.
‘Show yourself to me,’ he growled harshly. ‘Now.’
Hallie obeyed. She was so wet, so hot. Her hands grasped the fine material and slowly began to lift it.
Peter avidly watched the unveiling of her athletic thighs. Her skirt inched higher to show the rim of her white lace panties covering her mound of trimmed blonde hair.
‘More!’ he demanded fiercely. ‘Show me your pussy. Show me how hot it is for me.’
Growing empowered by his attention, she slowly inched the skirt higher. The thin straps of her panties hugging her hips came into view. The cool night breeze caressed her skin. She felt powerful, conquering, as if she were on top of the world.
Peter grabbed her hips, his thumbs hooked under the thin straps. He sniffed delightedly in the air. Hoarsely, he said, ‘Touch yourself for me. Make yourself moist with desire. I want to watch you give yourself pleasure.’
Hallie followed his instructions, unable to resist her body’s longing. Her flesh swam with too many sensations not to comply. Placing a finely manicured hand on her flat stomach, she brought it down over her panties with agonising slowness. Pressing her middle finger into the lace to part her moistening lips, she moaned in delight.
‘Go under,’ he urged in a throaty command.
Once more she obeyed him. She raised her fingers and looped them inside the lacy barrier. His mouth moved closer to pant hotly on her thighs. His eyes bore into her, watching as she stroked herself. With a mischievous glint shining from his dark eyes, he raised his arms and pulled roughly at her blouse. The last clinging buttons caught in the wind and blew away as he ripped her shirt open. The wind hit her aching breasts and she ground her hips wantonly against her probing hand.
Peter touched her flesh in heated strokes, liking the way her heels lengthened her legs. His penis stirred in delight and strained to be free from the confines of silk. He wanted to push himself roughly into her, but held back; waiting was half the pleasure.
‘Are you wet for me?’ he asked.
‘Mmm,’ she hummed her assent.
‘Are you hot for me?’
‘Yes,’ she answered in a tortured pant.
‘Then show me,’ he said grabbing her hips. ‘Let me taste you.’
‘OK,’ she said. ‘Taste me!’
With an almost inhuman growl, Peter ripped the panties down. The torn lace flew away in the wind, disappearing over the edge of the building. Her fingers kept up their agonising pace and he watched as her manicured nail rubbed the swollen nub of her clit. Her finger dipped inside her opening. Then, seeing a glint of metal, he licked his lips in playful surprise.
‘You’ve got a piercing,’ he said looking at the curved barbell hanging from the top of her arch. ‘That excites me very much. I didn’t think you would have been that type of girl.’
‘What type is that?’ she questioned in distraction. Her fingers continued to stroke, moving faster now that the panties no longer pressed into the back of her hand.
‘My type,’ Peter said.
He took the circular barbell into his lips, and sucked the metal ring in between his teeth. Hallie groaned in encouragement, her fingers stroking faster. Peter sucked his lips fully onto her cunt in an opened-mouth caress. Licking and lapping next to her fingers he pushed his tongue inside her moist velvet lips.
As the movements of his mouth became more pleasurable than those of her fingers, she tore her hand away and shoved them into his dark hair. Pressing at his head more insistently she thrust herself against his probing tongue. His pulled on her ring with his teeth and his tongue delved inside her, stroking keenly at her core. A rumbling growl escaped his lips, reverberating off her flesh like the fine-tuning of a vibrator.
Hallie yelled as she thrust her hips faster and faster. Peter grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder to better angle her to his searching mouth. She pressed his head into her cunt, smothering him with her slick juices.
He felt her tense in ecstasy then tasted the flow of her desire. He grabbed her hips, refusing to let her back away from his mouth as the pleasure began to shake in her body.
Hallie shouted her climax high into the night. They were surrounded by a city of millions and yet no one would hear her gratified cry. Peter pulled his mouth away with a delighted smirk. As her eyes flew down in wonder to look at him, he licked his lips. Slowly her leg fell back to the ground.
‘I told you I could give you pleasure,’ he said with a confident smirk.
Hallie grabbed her skirt and tugged it over her hips. She smiled back playfully. ‘Thanks, I needed that. Now can I have the key?’
‘Oh no,’ he said. ‘We’re not done.’
Peter looked down at his cock, still hard and straining with a violent need.
‘I already told you,’ Hallie said. ‘You are not my problem.’
Peter grunted his denial as he shot up to grab her about the shoulders. He pressed himself into her black skirt. ‘I am, if you ever want to get off this roof.’
Hallie grinned wickedly, taking control. Feeling liberated by the delight that still coursed in her veins, she pushed him backwards. Peter grew confused.
‘Are you going to push me over the side?’ he asked, unconcerned.
‘I’ve thought about it,’ Hallie answered coyly.
Peter’s back hit the concrete of the building’s wall. He placed his arms over the side to hold himself steady. Glancing down at his crotch, he said, ‘Well, get the key if you want to leave.’
Hallie pressed her body near him.
‘Use your mouth,’ he said in a heated whisper.
Hallie drew her face clos
e to his. She could smell the traces of her wetness on his lips. She kissed him, licking her tongue over his teeth.
‘Kiss me lower,’ he urged.
Her hand found his hard cock. She freed it from its black silk prison. Peter’s eyes bored into her, urging as she fondled him. His hips ground into her hand, teased by the warmth of her palm and the contrasting coolness of the night air.
Hallie’s torn blouse whipped behind her in the breeze. Her free hand moved over his smooth chest, caressing the rigid folds of muscle. Behind his head was the distant pattern of countless windows, some illuminated, but most as dark as night.
‘I see you work out,’ she commented with a coy smile.
‘Suck me, Hallie,’ he said, ignoring her appraisal of his physique and growing more insistent. His used his strength to push her to her knees before him. Holding her steady, he edged his hips to her tauntingly lush lips. ‘Suck it, now.’
Hallie spread her knees apart, sensually thrusting her hips in the air as she licked lightly over the taut flesh of his cockhead. Peter’s stomach tensed and flexed with excruciating torment. He gripped the ledge for support.
Hallie continued her gentle licks as she grabbed his jeans. Pulling them roughly down, she exposed his balls, smiled at his vulnerable position and took them in her hands. Squeezing gently, she elicited a moan of delight. Then, after trailing her lips over the length of his erection, Hallie took the large tip into her mouth.
Peter felt the moist slickness surround his shaft like the opening of a snug, moist cunt. Her teeth grazed him lightly; her hands stayed with his balls. Gripping the wall, he grimaced in satisfaction as she blew lightly and sucked heavily in turn. Nearly gagging her with his length, he thrust deeper within her throat. Then, as an orgasm approached, he pulled her roughly off.
Hallie looked up in surprise.
‘You’re much better at that than I would have thought,’ Peter said. ‘I should have had you beneath my desk rather than on the other side of it.’
‘Let me finish it,’ Hallie returned huskily. Her eyes were clouded with an aroused light. Opening her mouth, she hissed, ‘Give me your cock. I want to make you come.’