by Cara Addison
“So much to learn,” he mused.
As promised, dinner was excellent. She was barely able to finish the seafood portion, having had a light snack on the flight. When dinner was finished, she cleared the table while he poured another glass of wine for each of them. “Would you excuse me?”
“Of course. I’ll get this.” He was placing dishes in the dishwasher when he glanced over his shoulder to see her walk to his bedroom. He heard her re-enter the room a moment later as he closed the dishwasher lid. He turned to see her taking a sip of wine, wearing one of his barely buttoned dress shirts. The curves of her breasts were clearly visible between the plunging neckline. “Holy fuck,” he whispered. He wasted no time, walking over and taking her into his arms, kissing her hungrily.
“Where’s your roommate?” she whispered.
“Kuala Lumpur.”
“Good. No interruptions.”
He pulled off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, watching Austin closely as she glanced around the room, pausing to look at the oversized windows.
He knew what she was thinking. “Don’t even think about it, Austin. I have neighbors. We’re only on the fourth floor. I am not fucking you against the window.” He walked over to the large sectional sofa and pressed a button on a remote, causing the curtains to instantly begin closing.
“You don’t trust me, do you?”
“Not one bit.” He laughed. “Come here,” he whispered, motioning her over to the area rug in front of the four large windows. He unbuttoned his shirt as she approached. His focus was on her breasts as she nimbly unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He kissed her urgently as she lowered his zipper. He felt his hard cock press against his boxers. He looked down to see her running her fingers against the soft fabric, pressing against his shaft.
“Oh how I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
“I can assure you, you’ve been sorely missed this week,” he murmured, reaching his hand inside the dress shirt she was barely wearing. He caressed her breasts, kissing her urgently before he pulled his phone from his pocket. His pants fell to the floor. He kicked them off, along with his shoes. He stepped on the toe of one sock and pulled it off before doing the same with the other. He pulled off his boxers, tossing them across the room. Finally, he unbuttoned the two remaining buttons on the shirt she was wearing, exposing her abdomen.
“I don’t know if I want to fuck you or make love to you,” he murmured, pulling her back into his arms and kissing her.
She glanced at the clock. “It’s early.” She smiled naughtily. “We have time for both.”
“Oh fuck, Austin, I have missed you.” He sat down on the edge of the leather sofa and pulled her toward him. He pushed back the tails of the shirt she was wearing to expose her hips. He slowly and delicately kissed and nibbled his way toward her fully waxed skin. He lifted one leg and placed her foot on the cushion next to his hip. He kneaded and pressed his hand up her thigh, his lips and fingers arriving at her pussy at the same time. He softly kissed and licked her as his fingers explored.
He heard her suck in a lungful of air. “I went to sleep every night this week, thinking of you kissing me,” she whimpered as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Me too,” he whispered, looking up into her eyes.
“I want you,” she begged, looking down into his steely blue eyes. “Please. I’ve waited six days. I - I can’t wait six more seconds.” She bent down and pushed him back against the sofa and hungrily kissed his lips. “I want you inside me, Brett.”
He didn’t argue. He pushed her back and stood up, reaching for his phone. He tore off the protective cover, revealing the new storage place she had shown him in San Diego. Three foil packets dropped to the table. He grabbed one and tore it open.
“You restocked.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder at him as she kneeled on the sofa.
“I did!” He stood behind her, spooning her lean body. He didn’t have to press hard against her thigh. She willingly spread her legs for him. “Oh fuck. You really do want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, his hard cock pressing between her legs. She was looking down, watching the head of his cock peek out between her legs.
“Damn, you’re wet.”
“Please, Brett,” she moaned. “I want you. I want you inside me.”
He pressed his chest up against her back, needing to feel her skin against his. He kissed her shoulder and then her neck as he plunged his hard cock into her pussy. He heard her gasp. He thrust, again and again, sinking deep inside her. A throaty moan escaped her lips. She braced herself against the back of the sofa with one hand while she reached back and pulled his ass toward her, wanting him deep inside. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Fuck! I need you.”
He thrust deep and hard. “You smell so good. You taste so good,” he moaned. “You feel so-o-o-o fucking good.” He was deep inside her, delivering long, hard thrusts. “I almost forgot how fucking tight you are,” he whispered. “Fu-u-uck.”
She was leaning forward, bracing against his thrusts. He could tell that she was enjoying the sensation of having him fill her. He smiled to himself as she pulled his hand to her pussy. “Please Brett,” she gasped. “I want to come.” His fingers expertly found her clit and began brushing and swirling against her hot piece of flesh as he thrust. Her moans matched the movement of his fingers. “Please, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” Her hands clutched the leather fabric. “Deeper. Please,” she cried. He thrust hard. “Fuck, I can feel you in my…” her voice trailed off as a spasm ripped through her body. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “I’m coming.”
He slowed his pace slightly. “I know you are.” He kissed her cheek. “I can feel you against my cock.” His hands moved over her body. “I missed you. Fuck, have I missed you.” Again, he pressed his fingers against her clit, knowing that it would unleash another wave of orgasm over her body. “Do you want to keep coming?” She glanced over her shoulder and nodded as a tiny whimper escaped from her lips. He licked his fingers and returned them to her pussy. He slowed his thrusts, pressing his cock in a more methodical and delicate motion.
She leaned back against his chest. “You’re too good to me.”
“Don’t kid yourself. This feels as good for me as it does for you.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” she murmured as the tension began building in her pelvis.
“Okay, almost as good.” He heard her suck in a jagged breath. “Come,” he urged.
“I a-a-am,” she moaned.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, grabbing both her hips. “That feels so good.” He gasped. “I…shit. I need to come.”
He felt her hands against his, pressing her hips back to meet his as he delivered a few more deep, deliberate thrusts, releasing his cum. Completely spent, he ran his hand up her body, pulling her back for one final kiss before he sank into the corner of the sofa. He pulled her down into his lap. “Come here, kitten,” he sighed, pulling her in close. They sat quiet for a moment. “You’re very chatty during sex,” he whispered as he kissed her.
“Chatty?” she asked quickly, a little surprised at his observation.
“Yes, chatty,” he responded immediately.
“Chatty…as in talkative?” She was enjoying the banter.
“Yes. You talk a lot.”
“I do?”
“Yes…you do.”
“Is that bad?”
“No,” he responded, kissing her to slow down the conversation. “I quite like it.” He kissed her again. “You swear a lot too,” he added with another kiss.
She paused for a quick moment. “Just so I’m clear, is that—”
He cut her off. “I like that too.”
“Why do you call me kitten?” she asked curiously, looking deep into his eyes.
“I don’t know,” he responded, softly kissing her lips. “It suits you.” He kissed her again. “Sometimes you’re a bad kitty. Sometimes you’re a sexy kitty.” He
delivered another long, sensuous kiss. “You’ve got one beautiful fucking pussy,” he murmured. “It works on so many levels.”
She smiled at him as she leaned into his embrace. “Me-ow,” she purred.
They sat quiet for a moment. “When do you get your next period?” he asked as he gently pushed a blonde curl back from her face.
“What?” she asked, sitting up a little to look into his eyes. “Why would you ask that?” She looked at the crumpled latex wrapped in tissue on the floor. “Did it break?”
He looked to where she was pointing. “No.” He turned her head and looked into her eyes before he kissed her. “I was thinking we should book some flights for next weekend.” He paused to kiss her again. “I was just trying to plan around your schedule.”
He snuggled her back into his arms. “Oh. I use a hormone IUD. I haven’t had a period in two years.” She delivered a soft kiss on his lips. “We can book any flight you like.”
“Seriously?”
She laughed lightly. “I’m not sure which part you’re questioning. I’m serious about it all. IUD…No period…Book a flight.”
“Remind me to thank my colleagues in the pharmaceutical division,” he said before running his hand across her belly.
She sunk back into his arms. It wasn’t long before she heard the elevator hum behind the doors. “How do you know when the door will open on your floor?” she asked.
“Only a key holder can access this floor.”
“How many keys are there?”
“Just my roommate and me.” He paused and then added. “I’m sure the superintendent has a master key for emergencies.” He kissed her. “The elevator dings when the elevator is destined for this floor.”
She heard the distinct sound of an elevator reaching its destination. “Like that?” she asked.
He looked over her shoulder at the stainless steel door. “Yes. Just like that.”
A second later, the door slid open and his disheveled roommate exited into the apartment. He heard the sound of a suitcase on the hardwood. They were both staring at the intruder, who stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
“I thought you were in Kuala Lumpur?”
His roommate looked up at them. “I was. We finished ahead of schedule.” He took another long drink from the long-necked bottle. “You must be Austin,” he said, raising the bottle to the air. “Cheers.”
She looked at the stranger and then at Brett.
“This is my roommate, Gregory,” he explained. “Gregory, this is Austin.” He reached for a blanket to pull over her naked body.
“Don’t bother,” Gregory said, draining the bottle. “I’m just too fucking tired to care that you’re the luckiest bastard in Manhattan. I’m going to bed.” He walked toward the hallway. “I lost my earplugs on the plane. There was a crying baby in first class on the flight home. Babies shouldn’t be allowed in first class,” he complained. “Wake me up on Monday. I’ve got about thirty hours of sleep to catch up on.”
With that, Gregory turned and walked down the hall.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“Give him an Ambien or two, and when he wakes up, he won’t even remember we’ve met.” She laughed.
He looked around the room. “I need to take you to my bedroom.”
“Is that better?” she asked. “His room is right beside yours.”
“He wears earplugs,” he explained, lifting his long, lean body from the sofa.
“Ahhh, he knows better.”
He playfully smacked her ass. “No. Most bankers who travel just get used to blocking out the noise. Geez, what do you think I am?”
She was running her eyes over his entire body. “I think you’re smoking hot. Smart. Expensive. I’d think you’d be a magnet in this city.”
He pulled her in close. “I’m a dime a dozen in this city, kitten.”
She didn’t seem convinced.
He led her down the hall, noticing her shiver as the cool ventilated air hit her damp skin. “Are you cold?” he asked, pulling her into his arms as they reached the bedroom.
“A little.”
He walked to the en suite to turn on the shower. “Are you joining me?” he asked, peeking his head around the corner. He held out his hand and led her to the steam-filled bathroom. They took turns standing under the hot water, kissing and lathering each other before rinsing. His dick was hard again. He smiled wickedly as she pushed him back against the tile and kissed her way down his abs to his pelvis. He watched her flick her tongue across his long cock before kissing up and down his shaft. He heard her moan softly as her fingers explored his dick.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered.
“Very much.”
He swallowed hard as she massaged her hand up his shaft, releasing a drop of pre-cum. He watched as she whisked his cum away with her tongue, swirling and kissing his hot, swollen head. He felt his muscles twitch as she slipped her lips over his head, melting as she looked up to observe his expression. She played and sucked and thrust him into her mouth until he could no longer catch his breath. His legs began to tremble just before he spewed his cum into her mouth. He pulled her to her feet, watching her stand under the hot shower for another minute before she stepped out to towel off. He stepped out after her, dried off, and led her to the bed. He threw back the sheets and pulled her up into the bed. His hands were moving across her body. “I still need to make love to you,” he whispered.
“You’re not hard.”
He rolled onto his back. “Patience. I will be.” She straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He propped himself up on one arm to kiss his way down her neck and then to her breasts. He watched her eyes as he kissed and flicked his tongue across one perky breast and then the other. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he gently slid a nipple between his fingers, manipulating and twisting it playfully. “And so much fun to play with,” he added as he brushed a nipple between his lips.
She was moaning at his touch, running her hands across his chest and shoulders.
He kissed his way down her belly. He shuffled her forward until her pussy was right in front of him. He gently kissed her. Then, he ran his tongue over her swollen lips. He pressed his finger into her slit. His fingers were instantly wet with her juices. He heard her moan as he nuzzled her clit. He slipped his moist fingers up and around, exposing her hot, swollen, pink flesh. He brushed his tongue up and down, and then side to side across her clit.
She sucked in a jagged breath. He kissed her clit, drawing a long moan from her.
They were both startled when his phone rang. He saw her glance at the screen that he couldn’t see. “It’s Dale,” she whispered. She swiped the screen and handed him the phone.
He paused long enough to answer, “I’m busy. What’s up?” He kept kissing her pussy.
Dale wanted them to go out to a club later on. Brett was barely listening, completely focused on her clit.
“Do you want to go to Darbys or 1-OAK?” Dale asked.
His tongue ceased briefly. “Darbys.”
Dale kept talking, making detailed plans for the evening. Brett kept kissing. He pulled her clit into his mouth and gently tugged. She let out a long moan. There was silence on the phone.
“Are…are you eating pussy?” Dale asked, having heard Brett’s tongue against skin.
She took the phone from his hand. “He is. Send a text, Dale. We’ll see you later tonight.” She swiped the screen and dropped the phone to the sheets.
“Are you going to focus now?” he asked, noticing how distracted she had been by the call.
“I am.” She smiled bashfully.
“Good. ‘Cause this really is my favorite position, and I’d like to know that you’re enjoying it as much as I am.”
“Favorite?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she brushed her finger across his cheek. He glanced up at her as he nibbled her finger. “As you were,” she murmured.
He loc
ked his eyes on hers and went back to pleasuring her. She whimpered as his tongue moved in a pattern, swirling round and round, and then pressing hard against her clit. Again, swirling his tongue around in a counterclockwise motion and then pressing against her. “Sweet Jesus,” she murmured. “You’re good.” His hand skated up her belly, his fingers reaching for her hard nipples. It was only another moment before he knew that she could barely catch her breath. He pulled her clit into his mouth one more time, unleashing a deliciously violent tremor throughout her body.
“What is it that makes that a favorite?” She gasped, falling to the sheets beside him.
“Because,” he explained as a wicked grin crossed his face. “I can see, and touch, and reach everything. Your eyes, your breasts…everything.” He reached for a black foil square on the nightstand. He lay down beside her, face to face. He pulled her close and draped her leg over his hip before he made love to her.
She was drifting to sleep when his phone pinged. Her eyes fluttered open as he read the text. “Fuck, he needs to get laid.”
“Who does?”
“Dale.” He showed her the text. She read the message in which Dale asked him if he had made her come. She punched out a reply on his phone and sent the message before Brett could read it. He squinted at the screen. “You are a bad kitty. Poor Dale.”
She snuggled back against his body, resting her head on his chest.
“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked.
“I brought two dresses. Plus the one I wore.”
“Let’s see.”
She crawled out of his bed and returned a moment later with the dresses she had hung in his closet. They were both minidresses. One was black. The other was the Michael Kors dress she had bought with him in San Diego.
“My personal shopper dropped off a dress at the office today.”
“She did?” He could tell that she was curious to see what he had picked out. “I’m waiting,” she said, laying her dresses down on the bed.
He hopped up and retrieved the Alexander McQueen dress from his closet. The spine lace jacquard minidress was a rich purple, offset by black lace. “Try it on,” he urged.