Long for Me

by Stacey Lynn

  “Ah, that’s not so good. I think if you could be there, especially with your enthusiasm for the project, we’d be able to move forward immediately.”

  “Bummer,” Rebecca whispered.

  I hugged her tighter onto my lap and kissed her temple. She smelled like my mother’s bubble bath, which I needed to erase immediately.

  I covered her mouth with two of my fingers.

  “I understand, Anderson.” I turned back to the phone. “That’s why I’m sending Rebecca.”

  Beneath my fingers, her lips parted. I used her surprise and pushed them into her mouth. “Suck,” I mouthed, her eyes wide as saucers. Leaning closer, I whispered into her ear, “Pretend it’s my cock.”

  Anderson prattled on about the time of the meeting. I ignored him, too lost in the movements of Rebecca’s mouth working my fingers like she needed my dick in her.

  “Sounds good,” I said when Anderson was done. “Rebecca will be there and if you have any questions or need anything before then, don’t hesitate to call her directly.”

  We said our good-byes and once I clicked the phone off, I pulled my fingers out of her mouth.

  “Are you really sending me to the board meeting? That’s a big deal.”

  “I have full confidence you’ll nail it.” My praise covered her like a warm blanket. Her shoulders fell, amber eyes went soft. Her smile was a punch to the gut. Bright and wide, her white teeth gleamed like I’d bought her a Rolls Royce, not given her a professional task. “Now, get on your knees again. Facing me.”

  “Yes, sir.” She grinned and slid off my lap. As soon as she was on the floor, her hands went to my waistband.

  “Go slow,” I grunted, lifting my hips while she tugged on my pants. “I want to enjoy every moment of this.”

  “Funny.” She looked at me and winked. Her playfulness shot straight to my balls and they pulled tight, filled with cum. “I was thinking of doing the same thing.”

  “Damn it,” I groaned. My hand went to her hair, tangled in the mess she had pulled at the top of her head. She was so. Fucking. Perfect.

  Her small, hot fingers closed around my dick and her lips parted. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. “Everywhere, and I’m sorry if calling a man beautiful is a knock to your ego.”

  “It’s not.”

  “Well, good.” She grinned and leaned forward, inhaling deeply as she swiped her lips with her tongue. “I have to warn you, though, I don’t have a lot of practice.”

  Sexy, sassy and inexperienced at giving head. Fuck, yes. It was as much of a turn on as it was the night I’d learned she never been spanked.

  I thrust my hips up, unable to stop arching for her mouth, her wet, hot haven that would soon be taking me. “Fuck, Rebecca. Put me in your mouth and I’ll like anything. I swear.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Tip feels better, go as deep as you feel comfortable, and get your mouth on me. Now.”

  Screw slow. Knowing she didn’t have much practice at this made me want to shove my dick as I far as I could down her throat to claim her.

  She licked me then, her tongue swirling around the tip, the ridge and fleshy area at the bottom. “Holy shit,” I grunted.

  I forced my eyes to stay open, even though it took everything I had to not relax into the feel of her soft hands, the movement of her tongue.

  She slid me in further, sucking hard and holy shit I wasn’t going to last long at all. “Damn it, Rebecca. So good.”

  I swallowed harshly, and she hummed around my dick. Her eyes flicked to me.

  “Beautiful. Use your hand at my base or massage my balls.”

  She palmed them, took my instruction like she’d been waiting for it. Her soft touch on my balls made my hips jerk up, into her throat until she gagged. “Shit, sorry,” I said and she pulled off, eyes watering. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I just want it to be good for you.”

  “Fuck, Rebecca. You keep doing it and I’m going to come in a hot minute. You feel fantastic.”

  She bit her lip, eyes flickering at my praise. Hot damn. This woman.

  She took me again, without warmup, without nerves making her fingers tremble around my dick. Heat poured from her mouth, soaked into my dick and went straight to my balls as she massaged them perfectly.

  “Yes,” I grunted, as she bobbed on my dick. I spread my feet wider, ripped off my shirt. She was burning me up from the inside until my orgasm coiled in my spine, shot straight to my groin.

  I clenched my hand on her head and held her still. “I’m going to come.”

  She hummed again, took me deeper and as she swallowed, I lost control.

  Fuck, fuck, shit. “Rebecca.” I gave her one last warning. She squeezed my balls harder, and my orgasm hit. I came, shooting my seed down her throat, and kept my eyes on her.

  I held her against me until I was done. My orgasm drained me of my energy but my dick was still hard when she pulled off me and rested back on her heels.

  But when she looked at me, I wasn’t just re-energized. I was a new fucking man.

  So sweet. So innocent. Her vulnerability and insecurity was written so clear on her face, I was going to be that man that erased all of it from her. I was going to be the man that brought out all her confidence, all her desires, and I wasn’t going to stop until I was certain she believed exactly how fucking amazing she was.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rebecca

  I drifted awake with warm, quiet breath puffing against my neck and a strong arm heating my abdomen. In one day, Bennett had completely sucked me into his orbit. He infuriated me as much as he enthralled me. He bossed me as much as he served and took care of me. In the haven of his large and ultra-comfortable bed, his body heat surrounding me, I lacked for nothing.

  Last night, after he’d thrown me for one loop by telling Jakobs I’d take care of the board meeting, he’d essentially tossed my world upside down when he went straight from that to demanding I get on my knees and suck him off.

  Nothing could have confused me more than afterward. He curled me into his lap, laid us down on the couch, and grabbed the remote. He clicked on the television, turned it to a news channel, but then muted it and we’d spent the rest of the night talking, playing pool—where I lost every game—and laughing.

  Laughed. With Bennett. His chuckle was glorious, his unhindered laughter was out of this world. The way he tossed back his head, his corded throat on display was exquisite.

  God. There was nothing I wanted more than to see that look on him every day. It sent crazy, wild tingles slashing through my body and settled low in my stomach so much that the first time I heard it, I actually did a full body quiver.

  Which he’d noticed, and immediately proceeded to turn that quiver into an even wilder and crazier orgasm.

  In the morning, darkness filled the room, the sun not yet risen outside, but I didn’t need the light. I couldn’t find a single thing wrong with moving forward with him. I was wracking my muddled brain, spinning all of his pros and cons in an attempt to untangle them into two clear lists, when his hand moved.

  Fingers splayed wide on my stomach and his lips brushed from my neck to my shoulder.

  A delicious shiver spiked across my back. “Morning,” I muttered, leaning into him.

  “Thought for a moment, I’d wake up and you would have snuck out in the middle of the night. Nothing better than waking up with your hair all over my face, though.”

  He put pressure on my stomach and pulled, rolling me to my back and then he was there. Right there on top of me, his legs and arms caging me in. Braced on his elbows, his face was inches from me but I didn’t have a moment to treasure the sleepy look on his face before he kissed me.

  He groaned as I let him in, tongue swiping against mine. Heaven. Caged in
his strong arms, beneath his large and muscled frame, my body succumbed to the passion he offered.

  “Bennett,” I whimpered, arching into him. He dropped his hips, his perfect, hard dick rubbing against my sex. “Shit.”

  He pulled back, nose brushing against mine. “You too sore today?”

  I ached everywhere. I had sore muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed. Bennett’s dark eyes, holding the promise of wicked pleasure, evaporated all the pain.

  “I’m not too sore for anything,” I forced out.

  “Good, because it’s been over a week since my hand has tanned your ass and I want you at work today, feeling me every time you shift in your chair.”

  And God. I shouldn’t have liked it. No woman should. As breath flooded my chest, Bennett’s hand cupped my cheek. “You want that.”

  I did. God, help me, I did. “Yeah.”

  “Good. Roll over, hold on to the headboard. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”

  Apparently I didn’t move fast enough because Bennett moved back, his hands went to my hips, and he flipped me.

  “Ah!” I squealed. “Bennett!”

  His hand came down. Searing heat smacked my backside. “Sir.”

  Damn it! Pain laced through me and I ground my teeth together until it diminished. “Sir, Bennett! Ouch.”

  His lips came down on my backside, tender kisses smoothed away the heat spreading down my thighs. “Shit,” I moaned, arching into him.

  “Hands on the headboard, Rebecca. Now.”

  I reached for the wide, wooden slats and curled my fingers around them. I waited. And waited.

  There was no movement behind me, no sound, no heat from his hand landing on me.

  Crazy. He was driving me crazy with anticipation and when he finally touched me, it was with a gentle, swooping caress of his palm.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, arching into him. I pulled my knees up, presented myself to him.

  “Beautiful. You’re glorious. You have no idea what it does to me, to see you offer yourself to me like this.”

  He had no idea what it did to me to have him talk to me like that. I couldn’t tell him, either.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Christ, Rebecca.” One more kiss to my ass and he shifted his weight. His hand came down.

  Finally. The pain intense, I fought against it as I cried out. Pleasing him, wanting to hear that roughened voice of his so damn pleased with me, made me fight against fleeing.

  Every hit landed in a different spot, random patterns I couldn’t predict until heat flooded my system, radiating from my ass to my toes and stealing all conscious thought from my brain.

  “More, sir. Please.” I wiggled, arched into him, seeking more. Something. Him.

  God, I needed him inside him.

  Another spanking hit just beneath my ass. “You’re drenched,” he grunted. “I can see your wet pussy. You want more or you want me to fuck you?”

  My mind scrambled. His words a tangled jumbled mess, but God I loved it.

  This was wrong. Beautiful and right. The mess in my head kept me silent until he spanked me again.

  I yelped from the sting of it. “Please, Bennett. Sir. Mr. Ashby. Please.”

  “This?” The tip of his dick pushed against my entrance. He slid himself through my folds, to my clit where his finger pressed it while he tortured and teased. “You want this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Lift your hands to the top of the headboard.” I complied immediately. The promise of him too delightful to hesitate.

  “There you go. Fuck, Rebecca. Your ass is red. I can’t decide whether to kiss it and make it better or fuck you.”

  Both sounded superb. “Yes.”

  His chuckle vibrated against my shoulder, quickly followed by his lips, kisses to heated skin. I’d lost my mind. If this was submission, I’d do whatever he said, whenever he wanted. He tempered the pain with patience and passion.

  “When you come,” he said, his lips at my ear. “Scream Mr. Ashby. I’ve missed that falling from your sweet red lips.”

  My blood was boiling. He spun me into his orbit and flung me out into the wild with no sense of reclaiming stability or direction. And yet, as he entered me, sheathed and hot and so freaking large it was a struggle to take him, I didn’t want it.

  I flung away my stability and my safety and carefully ordered life in a heartbeat, in the time it took for him to hit the end of me. Nothing. Nothing would be as glorious as Bennett, nobody held the promise of anything more explosive or protective or so damn perfect for me.

  His thrusts turned jagged. One of his hands held me at my hip, fingertips digging into sensitive and burning skin. He moved his other hand to my front, his fingers at my clit, his hand spanning my lower stomach. He held me to him, by fingers and his dick, took me with frenzy and when I came, I threw my head back, pressed it to his shoulder and shoved my lips to his throat.

  I screamed his name like he’d commanded, unable and unwilling to do anything to bring him disappointment.

  “Mr. Ashby!”

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned. He rode out my orgasm, hips turned jagged and wild, grunts echoing in my ear.

  Then his lips hit mine, forcefully, sucking the breath from my lungs while filling them at the same time. “Shit, Rebecca. So, so fucking good.”

  He slammed inside, grunted. His dick twitched as he came and our lips fused together, both of us fighting for breath and me, my sanity.

  I’d just handed it to him, without hesitation, because he fucked like a God and drove me mad for his dick.

  What was he doing to me?

  Our breathing returned to normal, and he slid out of me, peppering my spine with kisses. He lifted me up, massaged my shoulders and adjusted us so I was straddling his lap, his back to the headboard and propped up by pillows. He bent his knees, caging me in and I relaxed against his thighs.

  “Hi,” I said. “Good morning.”

  He pushed hair off my face, kept his hand at the back of my head. Smiled.

  My belly flipped and flopped.

  “Good morning.” He tugged me to him, kissed me. It was the perfect kiss, the perfect amount of pressure and softness and firmness all wrapped up into the scent of us mingled together, and I melted into his hold.

  “I need to get home,” I said, pulling back, “so I can get ready for work today.”

  “Then you better get off me before I take you again.”

  A moment, I debated. Sex twice in the morning?

  He laughed, ran his thumb over my heating cheeks. “As much as I can see you like that idea, you’re right. We’ve got a busy day and we need to get in early so no one realizes we came together.”

  Ah. Good point. Considering he was the owner and President, and our company didn’t have a fraternization policy, it wasn’t a huge deal.

  But no girl wanted to be the cliché assistant banging her boss, even if the banging was fantastic, and she was the cliché.

  I climbed off him, cringing from the aches throughout my body and grabbed his shirt on the floor.

  He stood up and walked naked to his dresser, digging through a drawer and then tugging on a pair of boxers. “Brush your teeth and get ready, whatever you need to do. I’ll go get coffee made.”

  * * *

  I put the PowerPoint printouts in the file and tapped it on my desk. The movement was difficult with Bennett’s hand on my ass distracting my every thought. It was Thursday, and Bennett and I had spent the last hour going over the presentation he was sending me to do on his behalf.

  Apparently, he’d grown tired of working.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked, his hand making another sweep across my hip, down th
e curve of my ass, to my thigh.

  I looked at him over my shoulder. “You’ve mentioned it.”

  “Swear it, Rebecca. Your ass in these tight skirts, you could drive a man to a heart attack when you walk on by, the sway of your hips.”

  Somehow, he made sexy talk sweet and thrilling. I stood, propped my hip on my desk. He was throwing me into one of the biggest days of my career so far. “Can I do this today?”

  “Wouldn’t send you if I didn’t think you could.”

  I had to leave soon, and my nerves had reached mach-freak-out level approximately ten hours ago.

  I tried to push down the nerves swirling in my gut. “You think that much of me?”

  I couldn’t screw this up. One wrong move in front of the board and I could succeed in losing the first client Bennett ever made me responsible for. Talk about screwing the boss.

  “I think, Rebecca, that you could probably do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it enough. You have that fortitude in you. Something I admire.”

  I blinked my lashes so rapidly he fluttered in front of me. “You—you admire me?”

  “Wouldn’t have told HR to hire you if I didn’t.”

  “What?” My God. This man. My mind was whirling. “I thought, but, Cami said you didn’t want to be bothered with finding a new assistant and since I’ve been here longest, that’s why I was promoted.”

  “Do you think I’m the kind of man who would just leave that kind of decision up to anyone?”

  My God. I couldn’t handle this. Not now. From the day I walked into his office he’d been so rude. Now he was saying this was his plan all along.

  “I think you’ve had too much sex lately, Mr. Ashby,” I snapped. “It’s making you too nice, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

  “You can thank me by taking my dick hard and fast later. And keep it up with the Mr. Ashby while we’re in the office. I like it.” He pushed off the desk and stood full height. He scanned my body, lingering on my breasts before he met my gaze. “How’s your ass feel today? Tender?”

  With the tone in his voice, I knew exactly the response he required of me. Somehow, he’d made me his in every sense of the word. “Yes, sir.”