by Lila Younger
“No worries,” I murmur, but now my eyes are drawn to his chest, where he’d unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. I fought back the urge to help him unbutton the rest of them, seeing just how far the light scattering of chest hair went.
“So, let’s see here.” He clicks on a few things on his computer, then turns to me. “We’ve got a few different positions that you might be interested in but I figure I should ask you what you prefer.”
I drop into the soft leather chair in front of his desk. It’d be a great chair to sink into and relax with a cup of hot cocoa, not discuss business in. I have to work hard to sit up straight in it. I guess that’s a good thing though, because this meeting was supposed to be about my internship and not about undressing my dad’s best friend. I pretend to dig through my purse for a notebook and pen so he can’t see the blush that always shows up on my face.
“Well, I originally went into business so that I could learn how to launch my own jewelry line. But I’m starting to discover that the classes aren’t really meant for that. It’s all about working for or managing a big company. And that doesn’t interest me. At all.”
“You don’t want to expand your jewelry line into a big brand one day?”
“No way,” I say, warming up to my topic. “Drawing it out and getting it manufactured in China or somewhere else has zero appeal to me. I want to be the one who works on it from start to finish. Maybe I could have a few people help me. I wouldn’t mind that so much. But I don’t want to expand so big that I lose touch with the creative process. That just makes me sad to think about.”
“Do you think you can make a living off of that?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe all it will be is a hobby or a side job to what I’ll have to get for a few years. I’m okay with that. I don’t mind working on it at night after I get home, and selling my stuff at a craft market on the weekend. I’m not in it to get rich. I’m doing it because, well, I need to. Making stuff with my hands makes me happy, and I’ll always keep doing it, even if nobody ever buys my stuff. I mean, I think it’s good enough that people will want it. I hope. I just can’t imagine being a cog inside of a big corporation for the rest of my life.”
I falter a little bit. Am I getting sidetracked here? Maybe this isn’t what Andrew’s looking for in an intern. I mean, what do people want in interns anyways besides someone who’s going to follow orders and do whatever the business needs it to? And I’d just shot my mouth off saying how I had no interest in that. I stop talking and glance at him beneath my lashes. Instead of frowning however, Andrew was all smiles.
“You sound just like me,” he says, leaning forward. “Building things up from scratch was always my favourite part too. I wanted to get my hands dirty, know how everything was going, really understand the guts of my company. I know exactly how you’re feeling because that’s where I am at right now too. It’s a hell of a lot harder to extract yourself from it though when you’ve already got it all built up. But don’t worry. I think I know what we can do to make sure you can get the experience you want out of all this Noelle. It’ll be a pleasure to help make that happen for you. In fact, I’m going to get Miranda working on that right now for you.”
He stands up and goes around the desk, his hand outstretched. I stand up too and shake his hand. It’s quick and light, and then he drops it. I see him turn as though he’s going to lead me out in dismay.
“Wait. That’s it?” I ask, not wanting the meeting to be over. My throat closes up and I have to force out my words. This was all turning upside down. He was supposed to kiss me again and we’d somehow end up in his bed and he was going to fuck my brains out. I could feel it slipping out of my hands like water.“What about yesterday...”
“Noelle. Look.” He pauses. “You’re a nice girl. And you’ve grown up into a nice woman.”
His words hang in the air, and I want to hold my hand up to stop them because I know what’s coming next. I don’t want to hear it.
“But your father and I... It just wouldn’t be right. I’ve been there your entire life Noelle. I’ve seen you when you were a baby, a kid. I mean, I’m almost twenty years older than you for Christ’s sake. You’re young and beautiful.” So why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing? I thought as he continued. “You deserve someone who’ll keep up with you, as much as it pains me to think about that.”
My heart skips a beat.
“Pains you? You mean, you feel the same way? Since when?”
Andrew closes his eyes and sighs.
“That kiss wasn’t the kiss of someone who gave a damn about how young I am.”
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t deny it. Finally he opens his azure eyes again.
“Since your first year of college. That’s why I disappeared. I was falling for you too fast. I owe your dad so much Noelle, I don’t think you can even begin to understand... I just couldn’t do that to him. I had to be loyal to your father. I was afraid if I stayed that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself anymore. I clearly couldn’t, since last night was the first time we’d been alone and I couldn’t keep my hands off of you.”
I’m staring at him. He was saying everything I wanted him to say. Right of out my teenage fantasies. Only this time it wasn’t a fantasy. It was all real. And here I was, thinking he’d detached himself from our family because he was in love with his work. When really, he was in love with me.
Before I could sort out the thoughts in my head and ask him, he closed the gap between us. He pauses, letting me stop him if I really want to, but I don’t. Not one bit. Slowly, slowly, he press his lips to mine. I tilt my head, pressing back this time. His hand moves to my neck, cradling my head and pulling me close. My breath is hot and ragged, a low moan escaping from my lips. Arousal is spreading through me, causing wetness to leak down my thighs. His tongue sweeps forward, tasting me again, and I let my head fall back to receive him. My hands run all over him, up the back of his neck and into his hair, along his jaw and back down over those broad, broad shoulders and down his hard biceps. After a long moment, he pulls back.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” he whispers, his voice crackling with lust. It’s a feeble attempt to stave off the inevitable.
“Maybe we should.”
“Your dad. He’ll kill me for falling in love with his daughter.” He’s trying, I’ll give him that. But his eyes are straying down to the front of my blouse.
“It’s too late,” I say when his eyes finally drift back up. “I already have.”
I can feel his breath whisper over me. Everything is still and quiet, waiting for Andrew to decide. My eyes search his. I’m here, they say. I’m yours. And just when I think that he’s going to do the good thing, the right thing, and step away, he doesn’t. He kisses me back, hard and potent and fast.
And just like that, we tip over the edge.
My hands are searching his body, pulling off his jacket, tugging at fistfuls of his shirt. I know that I need to undo the buttons, but I can’t seem to make my fingers work fast enough. I want us skin to skin, to feel the heat of him against my own. His kisses are getting messy and careless, raining down along my jaw and down to my neck. I work off his shirt at last, popping off a button, and then I’m exploring everywhere, trying to memorize all of the exposed skin. He’s all muscle everywhere, hard and smooth and strong.
We fall backwards against the desk, and he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, depositing me on the hard wood. All the while, little nips on the soft skin of my neck make my back arch and my breath turn to gasps. His hands are all over me, tugging apart the bow at my blouse, pulling it up over my head and throwing it onto the ground. The pink lace does nothing to cover up my nipples, hard and begging to be touched. He cups them gently, his thumb caressing over the pink tips before traveling downward. His hands are tugging at my skirt now, the stretchy fabric giving way as he pushes it up to my hips.
I remember that I’m not wearing any underwear just as his fingers discover the same thing. His eyes widen. I like that I su
rprised him.
“Did you have this all planned?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips.
“No,” I say truthfully. “But I hoped.”
Andrew couldn’t wait any longer. He drops down into the chair and pulls me close to his face.
“Lean back,” he orders. His breath is hot on my exposed folds, kissing down one side of my inner thigh and up the other. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his lips on the sensitive skin. He’s in no rush, and the anticipation concentrates to a single spot between my legs. I can feel every breath, every single touch of his tongue and his mouth. It’s driving me crazy, and I buck up my hips towards him, trying to show him where I need his attention to be. Here’s a man who knows how to please a woman, I think for a brief second before he kisses my waiting folds.
“Wait,” I plead when he withdraws his tongue. “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures me. “I’m right here.”
And he was as good as his word. His fingers part me slightly, and his tongue delves in again, deeper than before. A shock of pleasure races up my spine into my brain, and I instinctively arch my back against the hard wood. I had sex all wrong the last time I tried. That boy hadn’t even touched me down there before jumping in with his cock. And here was Andrew, still fully clothed, about to make me come. We aren’t even fucking yet. My first time was not sex, that’s for sure. Sex was supposed to feel good. It was supposed to feel like this.
He’s moving fast and slow now, thrusting and caressing my slick mound in a rhythm that builds and builds the pressure inside of my core. His tongue probes deeper inside, to some hidden spot inside and I moan again, louder this time. It occurs to me that Miranda can probably hear me on the other side of the walls, but then the thought is cut off as he lifts his tongue up to my clit, sucking hard on the nub and making me see stars.
I have trouble keeping it together. I barely remember to breathe. I’m writhing on top of this stupidly uncomfortable desk, but I don’t even care. Andrew is making me feel things in places I didn’t know existed. Pleasure courses through my veins, rising like an ocean tide. And then it crashes over me, washing me away. My vision explodes as my whole body tightens up and releases all at once, flooding me one last time with pleasure. My back lifts off the desk one last time and then I fall back. The whole time Andrew is there, lapping me up.
Even when I’m by myself, it never feels this intense. My gasps are shallow, and it takes a minute or two before I’m able to blink and open my eyes again. My legs are trembling as I ride out the last shock waves of my orgasm. This, this, was why people had sex all the time, I thought, finally understanding.
“You taste amazing Noelle,” he murmurs into me.
Andrew stands up and gathers me up with a kiss, my own sweet taste on his lips. I can feel his groin press against me, hard and unyielding. I grind lightly into him, craving more. Andrew fits perfectly in my cleft, radiating heat. It’s like I’m in the desert dying of thirst, and only he can quench it. Already I feel like we’re tied together, a chemical reaction that can’t be reversed. It’s good, really good. When he pulls away, I can’t help but whimper.
“Wait just a second,” he says with a laugh.
I hear the clink of a belt buckle and sit up on my elbows. Wow, I think, eyes wide, as he drops his pants down. His member bulges beneath the black boxers. I can see the thick curve of it rising from the thin fabric. And then Andrew tugs off his boxers and he’s standing in front of me, naked. There’s a lot there, I think with a gulp. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with all of it. He whirls me around, pressing me against his desk. My legs are still weak from my orgasm, and I’m glad that the desk can hold me up. There’s a crinkle of foil and then he steps forward and slides his cock against my still wet folds. His hand cups one breast, giving my nipple a light pinch between his thumb and finger that sends pleasure shooting down my belly and deep between my legs. I want that cock inside of me, stretching me wide already.
“What are you waiting for?” I whisper.
“I just wanted to remember this moment,” he says. “Seeing you like this, open and vulnerable just for me.”
And then Andrew enters, swift and commanding, his cock driving into me. I gasp, taking him in all the way. It’s painful and pleasurable, the sensations mixing together as he pulls back and pushes in again. This time I moan. I can’t help it. He’s stretching me out and filling me up with his cock. Each time he thrusts, another pulse of pleasure reverberates through my body. I’m gripping the edge of his desk as he speeds up. Soon he’s slamming into me, shaking the desk with his momentum. His hands are on my hips, the only only thing keeping me up. My eyes flutter closed, and I’m gasping and crying out his name, on and on, until the bursts of pleasure come so close together that its continuous and my stomach tightens and oh! OH!
“Oh my god!” I scream, and the earth shattering orgasm overtakes me, sweeping me away with it. Everything explodes, and for a few seconds I cannot see or hear anything. All I can feel is Andrew riding me faster, each stroke setting off another orgasm inside of me, each peak higher than the last. And then I feel him come too, my body clamping down on his cock to receive his seed.
I’m tired suddenly, and I let myself fall limp completely against the desk. Andrew staggers back into the leather chair behind him. I hear his breathing, just as jagged as my own. It’s at least a few minutes before I’m finally able to sit back up.
“That was incredible,” I say, smiling at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good.”
“Me either,” he says with a lopsided grin.
Andrew gets up and downs the glass of water. Half of it sloshed onto the table, but he doesn’t seem to care. I take a second to just admire him again. This is mine now, I think with wonder. He’s all mine.
“You know, I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet,” he says. “What’s the matter with me?”
“I don’t mind. We can go right now,” I say. “Who cares if it’s a little out of order?”
But we never make it to dinner. After we cleaned up a little, we leave the office. Whatever Miranda heard, she knew enough not to show it. Instead, she busied herself with a phone call postponing Andrew’s morning meeting. Smart girl. Once we got in the car, we can’t decide what to have. And really, dinner’s not what we’re hungry for. So he takes me back to his penthouse apartment. We open up a bottle of wine, but before I even take a sip, the clothes are coming off again.
Chapter 5
I remember to text my mom at some point in the evening that I’m going out with some friends in university and will crash at theirs so that I don’t set off a panic. During my brief stint as a party girl, I’d be out every weekend, so it wasn’t too surprising for my parents. Lucky me. I have no idea how I would even begin to explain what was going on. I couldn’t.
The next morning I’m woken up by feather light kisses all along the back of my spine. They start at the curve of my ass, meandering slowly upwards until they reach my neck. I roll over and smile.
“Good morning,” I say.
He’s big and golden and strong enough to take my breath away all over again. The fact that we’re in bed together, mere inches from one another, has me light headed. If I wasn’t in love before, I definitely am now. I can smell him, feel him, hear him, and I can’t believe that it’s real. It’s not just a figment of my imagination this time. I reach out hesitantly and touch the rippling muscle of his chest just to be sure anyways.
“Good morning beautiful,” Andrew doesn’t say anything more, just looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. Lust spreads a flush across my cheeks and breasts and heat between my legs. That’s all it takes for him to reduce me to a puddle of desire.
He draws my hand down to his erection, the velvety shaft warm in my small hand. The spongy tip has a bead of precum. I lean down and take him into my mouth, tracing around the rim with my tongue. He sucks his breath in hard, and I know I’m doing i
t right. I bob my head, my hand moving along with my mouth up and down. He gives an appreciative groan, raking his fingers through my hair and lifting it away from my face. I give a light little twist to the performance, my tongue sucking on the swollen head as I massage his shaft. Andrew’s getting even stiffer in my mouth. It’s hard to take all of him, but I try, until he’s bumping up against the back of my throat. Then it’s back up again, moving faster and faster until I feel him tense up.
“Nuh uh,” I say, popping off of his cock. “You’re not the only one having fun.”
I let him have his way with me last night, moving me from position to position. It was hot; I felt like I was all his to do with as he pleased. But this time I want to be the one in control. Sucking on his cock, having him tremble from my mouth, has got me feeling powerful. It’s exhilarating, and I let it make me do something I’d never done before. Holding onto him with one hand, I sit up from the bed and swing a leg over his thigh, poised above him. I lock my eyes with him and angle his cock against myself. I grind onto him a few times, teasing him with my womanhood until his hands slide down to the swell of my hips, tugging me down impatiently. For just a moment I savor the anticipation of his cock in me, and then I slide down over him, slow and measured.
My breath hitches as he breaches me again. His cock was hot and thick, spreading me wide inch by inch. I’m still quite sore, but my body responds, stretching to accommodate him. Jolts of pleasure shoot through my body. I can’t help but gasp a little as his cock impales me, bottoming out against my cervix. I press against his cock deep inside of me, filling me to the brim and completing me. I keep my eyes open the entire time, memorizing the contours of his face. Watching the bliss spread across his chiseled features. That’s my body doing that to him.
Once I finally feel comfortable with Andrew inside of me again, I start rocking against his body. I’m gripping onto his cock, riding him slow at first, then hard and fast. Andrew’s large hands hold onto my hips tight. It’s going to leave bruises, but I don’t care, because he’s using it as leverage to slam up into me. I’ve never been on top before. I’ve always been too nervous to display my body so completely in front of a guy. But Andrew makes me feel like a sex goddess, beautiful and natural and strong. He lifts a hand up to my bouncing breasts, cupping them and pinching the nipple lightly. I moan in sheer ecstasy.