“Just what I said,” Tobias replied. “I want you to be my label representative.” He paused. “I also want you to spend the afternoon here.” He paused a moment, and the sardonic smile returned to his face. “Have a few drinks, answer my questions. Your choice. Do it or I won’t show up to that stupid fucking event no matter what threat you make.” Josie thought for a long moment. She drained the last of her beer in a long swallow, setting the bottle down. She took her cell phone out of her purse and dialed out.
“Adam?” she said when she heard him come on the line. “I just spoke to Tobias. He wants me to be his label representative.” She handed the phone over to the musician to confirm. Adam was sputtering on the other end of the line as she held the phone out. Tobias chuckled lowly and took the phone, holding it to his ear.
“Yeah Adam, it’s me,” he said. He listened for a moment. “That’s right. The deal you’re offering me, but I want it from Josie, not you. I have no interest in dealing with you anymore.” Josie finished her cigarette and stubbed it out, leaning back in the chair. “Then fucking promote her, asshole.” He took the phone from his ear and pressed the ‘end call’ toggle on the touch-screen, placing it on the table between them. He finished his beer and grinned. “I noticed you didn’t mention the other part of the deal.” Josie felt herself blushing, fought it down and smiled.
“If I’m your label rep, then that part of it is none of his business.” She grimaced. “Though you may have overplayed your hand. I might just get fired outright.” Tobias shook his head, leaning back into a stretch, his arms extending over his head.
“I know my value to the label. Adam will try and squirm out of it, but his boss will promote you and that’ll be that.” Josie realized with a start that Tobias had not only gotten Adam out of his life with the simple gambit—he had also made it so that Josie was no longer dependent on her boss’ goodwill to develop the contacts to make her own way in the industry. She would have clout of her own.
“So,” she said, trying to keep the elation out of her voice at realizing the power she was being handed, “what do you want to know?”
Tobias smiled slowly, turning that intense, watchful stare on her again. “We need more beer,” he said, standing up and ambling in the direction of the kitchen. Josie tried not to watch him, but found her gaze drawn to his muscular ass covered in worn denim, his thighs flexing as he strode across the floor. It was so rare anymore for guys to wear pants that actually fit them; Tobias was proof that more men should pay attention to that detail.
He disappeared around a corner and she heard him open the fridge, heard the clinking of bottles. In a moment he was re-entering the living room, a bottle opener in one hand and four bottles of beer in the other. He opened two and extended one to her. “Let’s see,” he said thoughtfully, sitting back on the couch and staring off into space a moment. “If you are so interested in pursuing a music career, why haven’t you ever shown anyone your material?” Josie took a quick sip of her beer.
“You mean, why haven’t I ever shown you my material,” she replied. Tobias gave her a quick smile. “You and I have never been on the greatest terms, even before Nick decided to go solo.” She picked up her phone and opened up the app that held her demos. “Nick’s heard them, and so has Adam.” She looked over the small list of songs and selected them all, tapping the command to e-mail them. She quickly put in Tobias’ address and sent them off. “You can listen to them whenever you want to now.” Tobias nodded.
“Next question: did you have sex with Nick?” Josie knew he had implied that to several of his friends; it made her the perfect target—the complete Yoko Ono. She snorted, digging a cigarette free of her pack and lighting it.
“I have never been Nick’s type. I was attracted to him—hell, isn’t everyone? But I knew from the get-go that I’d never have a chance anyway.” Tobias raised an eyebrow at her answer.
“What do you mean you’d never have a chance?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and lit a cigarette of his own.
“I’m just not the type of girl Nick would go for,” Josie said slowly. “He’s always after the gorgeous model-type women, you know—tall, skinny, bug-eyed.” Tobias rolled his eyes.
“If Nick’s never had the hots for you, he’s blind,” he said. Josie sat back, startled at the comment. She almost asked him what he meant by it; but as if he hadn’t complimented her at all, he started again. “Next question…”
The apartment was getting dark, the late afternoon sun disappearing behind neighboring buildings. Tobias stood up mid-question and turned on the lights, casting a yellowish glow over everything. Josie was getting tired of the ceaseless questions; they had been going at it for at least two hours. Empty bottles were scattered over the coffee table, the ashtray was rapidly filling with butts. Instead of returning to the sofa after turning the lights on, Tobias sat down on the coffee table, inches away.
“Have you ever been attracted to me?” he asked her softly. Josie, exhausted by the sheer volume of information she had already given him about herself, sighed and decided she might as well be frank about this, too.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve always thought you were ridiculously hot, and it always kind of hurt me that you were not the slightest bit interested in me—that you even considered me an enemy, kind of, from the very beginning.” Josie looked away from Tobias’ face, thinking that she had expected a great deal of struggle from this errand, but she hadn’t expected to be taken apart, piece by piece. She should have known better.
Tobias’ hands closed on hers. “Look at me,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse from all the talking they had already done. Dreading what would come next, Josie tore her gaze from her own lap and looked at the musician. The same intensity she knew so well was still there, but there was nothing mocking about his gaze on her face.
There was something softer about it, at the same time. “You pretty little idiot,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his full lips. Before she could react, he had closed the tiny distance between them, and Josie felt her mouth claimed by Tobias’ firm, strong lips. He coaxed her mouth open, plunging his tongue past her lips to explore.
Josie felt Tobias’ hands move to her waist, and he pulled her up off of the chair, standing with her as he deepened the kiss. His grip on her body tightened, and Josie felt herself relaxing into the attentions, kissing him back. She had an impression of carefully leashed strength in his arms, in the demanding, hungry way he took control of the kiss. He pulled her close, pressing her body against his.
Josie felt her pulse pick up as his hands wandered across her back. His body felt so right, flush against hers; she was consumed with curiosity, with the need to know what he looked like without all the clothes on. If anyone had asked her before today if she was attracted to Tobias Dekker, she thought as she swayed up onto the balls of her feet, needing to feel more of his body, she would have thought they were crazy. She would have told him that no amount of his personal charm was enough to counter the bile and bitterness he directed at her.
Josie noticed that they were moving; unwilling to break away from the kiss, she opened her eyes slightly and realized that Tobias was edging them around the coffee table, towards the couch. She closed her eyes again, moaning softly when Tobias’ hands worked their way up under her shirt, caressing lightly against her waist and upwards. She could feel her skin tingling, feel her nipples already tightening without any touch from him.
Tobias smiled against her lips, and she felt his hands move to her back, unlatching her bra underneath her shirt. She gasped, almost breaking the kiss when his warm hands slipped underneath the loose garment, cupping her breasts. Tobias ran his thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into tight little buds; jolts of pleasure shot from Josie’s breasts directly to her pussy, already beginning to become wet with arousal. She could feel the firm ridge of his hardening cock pressing against her through his pants, and she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more in the world than to see it f
reed of its confines.
Tobias broke away from the kiss suddenly, looking down at her with his dark, intense eyes. “Do you want this?” he asked, his hands moving to hold her by the jaw, keeping her from looking away. Josie nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. Tobias’ lips descended on hers again, his warm hands slowly undressing her where she stood.
When he broke away from the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, his lips moved down to her jaw, and then her neck, his hands briefly detouring to cup her breasts once more. Josie tilted her head to the side, leaning up almost onto her toes to give him the best access to the sensitive spots along her throat while she worked her hands up underneath his clothes, exploring his back and his chest. She could feel the flex and compress of his muscles, the sparse hair of his chest soft against her skin.
Impatiently, she pulled away from him, tugging his shirt up. She needed to feel the contact of skin on skin. Tobias chuckled at her ineffectual efforts and took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head and crushing her to him once more. Josie felt his hands at the waistband of her jeans, and then felt them sliding down over her hips, falling to the floor in a heap. She loved the way Tobias’ chest felt pressed against her breasts, the heat and strength of him, tightly wound up.
She reached up and began to slowly massage his shoulders, appreciating the bulk of him. Tobias moaned against her skin, pulling away from his attentions to her neck to lower his head to her breasts. He claimed one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking. Josie cried out in pleasure, arching up into him, her hands tightening on his shoulders involuntarily. His hand snaked down from her waist to cup her pussy through the thin, lacy fabric of her panties, gently stroking her.
Josie felt the lust pulsing in her veins, the pleasure ringing through her body from Tobias’ hands and mouth. She slipped her hand between their bodies and felt the bulge of his hard cock, giving it a careful squeeze. Tobias moaned out loud, shuddering against her. “I have to have you,” he said roughly, pulling her panties down and away from her body in a quick movement. His hand moved back to her pussy and he quickly thrust a finger inside of her, his thumb finding her clit and teasing it slowly. Josie swayed, her legs like jelly, her mind a fog with all the sensations.
“Oh, oh—ah—Tobias,” she whimpered as he moved his thick finger in and out of her, probing deeper and deeper. She was panting, soaking wet under the onslaught of his touches. She pushed him away abruptly, answering his concerned look with a dreamy smile as she attacked the waist of his jeans with her hands.
Tugging them down over his hips along with his boxers, she feasted her eyes on the thick, hard cock that sprang up between them. “You’re huge,” she gasped. She had not ever thought that he could possibly be small—he had none of the personality traits of a man overcompensating for something—but she hadn’t reckoned on him being so big. She glanced up at his face and caught the pleased gleam in his eyes.
Josie licked her lips, overcoming her sense of intimidation—must everything about him be intimidating, she thought, half-amused. She knelt down quickly, not giving herself the time to really consider what she wanted to do in light of new information. Glancing up at Tobias’ intrigued, anticipatory face, she took him in hand, bringing her lips to the swollen head of his cock. A bead of pre-cum had formed there and she lapped at it, tasting his sharp saltiness.
“Ah, fuck, Josie,” Tobias said, his voice lowering into a moan as he sank down onto the couch. Josie followed his movements, taking him into her mouth slowly. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, enjoying the velvety feel of his skin, the taste and heat. She quickly figured out that she would not be able to take all of him in her mouth—he was simply too big. But she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and slowly rubbed him up and down as she sucked and licked his cock, swiping her tongue along the sensitive head with every upward movement.
Tobias reached out and began playing with her breasts, and Josie moved around so that she could manage to tease him with her mouth and still give him access to her. She moaned into his flesh as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending little shocks of electric pleasure throughout her body.
He tasted so good, she thought, taking in as much of him as she possibly could. She could feel the tension in his thighs as he fought down the instinct to thrust up into her mouth; glancing up, she saw his head tilted back to his shoulders, his eyes closed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. It gave her a sense of power, the obvious pleasure he was feeling.
Just as her jaw was beginning to get sore, Tobias reached out and pulled her up, bringing her face close to his and kissing her deeply. He lifted her up onto his lap and Josie straddled him, holding herself up over his hard cock, letting her hands roam all over his body. His hands fell to her hips and he pressed down, moving their bodies as close as possible.
One hand moved away from the crest of her hip and she felt his erection sliding between the folds of her pussy, teasing her. “I want you,” Tobias murmured, pushing down on her hip with his other hand as he guided himself against her slit. Josie cried out as he penetrated her, the size of him momentarily robbing her of speech—leaving her breathless with the sensation of being filled. He bucked his hips, driving himself up deep inside of her.
Josie rested her forehead against his broad shoulder and rocked her hips slowly, getting used to the feeling of his hot, hard cock. She heard herself panting harshly, felt her muscles yielding to his cock as he moved in counterpoint. His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts again, and she leaned back, letting him bring each breast in turn to his mouth.
He sucked and lapped at her nipples, caressing the incredibly sensitive underside of her breasts as he thrust up into her slowly, taking his time. Josie heard the moans leaving her throat as if they weren’t her voice at all; she tried to focus, but Tobias’ touch made it impossible for her to form coherent thoughts. She began moving more quickly, riding Tobias’ hard cock, hearing the needy little moans that left her lips. Tobias pulled her in for a deep kiss, spreading his legs slightly to give him the ability to thrust even more deeply into her.
In a matter of moment, Josie could feel her arousal building towards climax, could feel the way her muscles flexed and released Tobias with every thrust becoming more erratic. Tobias’ hand slipped between their bodies and Josie cried out as he pressed his thumb up against her clit, rubbing it firmly as he speared her over and over again.
He buried his face against her breasts, kissing her everywhere her skin came close enough, controlling the pace of her movements with one strong hand on her waist. “Oh, Tobias,” she murmured, throwing her head back and gripping his shoulders as she rode him. She could feel little thrills of pleasure running along the nerves in her legs, her thighs twitching from the unexpected pleasure.
Finally, after an agony of the arousal building up in her body, she cried out, clamping down on Tobias with her hands and the muscles in her pussy, rolling her hips to get the best contact with his fingers against her clit as she came.
Tobias crushed her body against his and pressed his face against her neck, moaning out loud as he followed her into orgasm. She felt the warmth spread through her as he shot load after load, his whole body shuddering, his arms locked around her as he held on as if for life itself.
Suddenly he relaxed, breathing heavily and pulling her down with him to lie lengthwise on the couch. Josie slowly caught her breath, her whole body still shaking from the power of the orgasm. Somehow in their movement, Tobias was still inside of her, his cock twitching with after-shocks of his climax. He found his voice first.
“Next question,” he said in a low drawl, his hands already wandering over her body, thoughtfully exploring her curves. “Can we do that again in like, ten minutes?” Josie laughed out loud.
“Anytime you want.”
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Taming Jane
by
Monica Austin
Losing cell service was the last straw. Jane had been in the middle of a call with Zoe, that inept monkey that masqueraded as an assistant, trying to get confirmation on her meeting – in what was that podunk town called? Merken? Merton? When the call dropped and NO SERVICE blinked across the screen, Jane growled and flung the Blackberry. It hit the opposite window with a clunk and popped onto the lush, carpeted floor of the sedan.
She considered grinding the phone with her heel, but let it lie there. One broken Manolo Blahnik was enough for the day. Jane looked down at her less-than-satisfactory replacement shoes and grimaced remembering the pleased look on Zoe’s face when she’d come in with the shoe box containing the $19.99 bargain-basement heels. Well, at least they matched her suit. Thank God the girl wasn’t colorblind as well as stupid.
What else could go wrong today? The deal on the Grant Street high-rise had fallen through after months of negotiations, the market had taken another dip and she’d lost a considerable sum, and Jasper was on her ass about the quarterly reports. She’d ruined her favorite pair of shoes on that stupid grate in the parking garage, and the morning staff meeting was long and boring and unproductive. On top of all of that, her regular driver, Curtis, was out sick. He was never sick! She depended on him. He was respectful and did his job.
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