by Ami Snow
I gasped a little at the sensation—it wasn’t something women did often, but the jolt of pleasure it gave me made me wish that she would do it again. She did, to the other nipple, and I moaned a little, enjoying the feeling. Her hand moved up my thigh, reaching for my belt, and she undid it with a swift motion, her fingers pulling down my zipper. Before I could even say anything, she had my cock out, the cool air a shock against the hot, pulsing flesh, and her hand encircled it, stroking softly with her fingertips as her mouth made its way down my body.
By the time she was near my cock, close enough that I could feel hot, tantalizing puffs of her breath each time she moved, I was nearly ready to beg her to take it in her mouth. When she finally did, her hot, wet lips encircling the tip, I felt a little dizzy from the rush of pleasure that followed. She began to move then, her tongue swirling around the tip as she slid down and then back up, her fingers reaching into my jeans to tease my balls as she worked on my cock, bobbing up and down. I was panting, breathless, the pleasure almost too much. It was tempting to let her go on, to just keep feeling the sensation of her lips and mouth gripping my cock, her tongue sliding up and down, to just keep thrusting up between her lips until I came down her throat…
Oh god. That was close. I felt my muscles tense at the thought, and I knew it was time to take back control, or I wouldn’t be getting to fuck her tonight. She was too good at this. I reached behind her hair, took a handful of it, and grasped tightly. I heard her make a small, muffled noise around my cock, the vibration going straight down to my balls. I groaned, and tugged at her hair.
“Stop sucking,” I ordered, and she came up immediately. I could see from her eyes that she knew what was going on, and she didn’t look at all unhappy about it. In fact, I thought I could see a glimpse of excitement in her eyes.
“What’s the safe word?” I asked.
“Blue,” she responded quickly. She was sitting back on her heels, her head cocked a little to the side from my grip on her hair. My cock twitched, reminding me abruptly that it was being neglected altogether.
I stood up, pulling on her as I did so. She came up to her feet, and I let go of her hair. “Take off your pants,” I instructed. “Panties, too. Slowly.”
I reached for my cock as I watched her, running the tips of my fingers over the shaft as she pushed her black sweatpants off of her hips, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. She was wearing black cotton panties, nothing special, and it turned me on even more, the idea that she hadn’t been ready for me, but was fucking me anyway. The thought that I could turn her on so quickly.
She pushed her panties off and kicked them aside. I reached for her then, turning her and pushing her back onto the mattress. I reached down quickly and grabbed my belt out of my pants, and with a quick motion, made a loop out of it. I grabbed both her wrists, pulling them over her head, and lashed them to the bedpost. She lay there, hands bound over her head, naked, her eyes staring up at me.
I didn’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my entire life. I wasn’t going to be able to drag this out too much further.
I knelt in front of her on the mattress, reaching for her breasts, high and perkier even than usual from the effect of her hands being over her head. I reached for them, enjoying the feeling of them gripped in my palms, the nipples rubbing against my skin. She arched her back, whimpering, pressing her breasts up into my hands, and I gripped harder, drawing my fingers in until only the nipples were pinched between them, and I squeezed and twisted a little. She yelped, but she didn’t say the word.
I ran one hand down her stomach, fingers still idly toying with one nipple, and I reached between her legs, my thumb flicking over her clit. She moaned and twisted her hips, and when my fingers dipped lower, I found that she was already soaking wet. I breathed in, feeling my cock pulse with lust, and slid my fingers into her. She arched her hips up and pressed against me, and I knew she was ready. I moved over her, my cock brushing up against her lips as I nudged it between her legs, and she opened them wider in response, her hips lifting so that the tip of my cock slid easily into her, the heat and wetness engulfing me.
I couldn’t stop. I plunged into her, sliding in as far as I could go, my cock throbbing as I felt her grasping me. I was so close to the edge, I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold out, but I wanted her to come at least once. I pressed forward, rubbing my pelvis against her as I thrust, and she moaned and tugged at the belt. I knew it must be maddening for her, unable to grasp or scratch or hold on, nothing but empty air for her fingers as they curled with pleasure. Her hips were rocking against me, arching up to take me deeper with each thrust, and I could sense that she was close. “I can’t hold out much longer, Elizabeth,” I groaned, pressing myself deeper into her, rocking my hips, and she moaned aloud, her legs locking around my waist.
“I’m close, too,” she murmured, and I bent my head to her, kissing her lips, her jaw, her neck, taking my mouth even lower to suck at her nipple, my teeth scraping lightly against it. I felt all her muscles contract, her back arch, and she made a high-pitched noise as her hips suddenly went hard against mine, moving quickly and erratically, and that was all I could take. I thrust once more, hard, rubbing myself against her, and as I felt her muscles spasm around me, I poured myself into her, shuddering and panting.
It was the best orgasm I could remember having in some time. It seemed to not stop for several seconds, my body trembling in the wake of it, and I collapsed to the side, sliding out of her and breathing heavily. She was gasping, too, still shivering a little, and I reached out unthinking and pulled her to me, my arm around her waist.
She curled into me, her head pillowed on my chest. “Do you want to stay?” she asked, and I felt my heart stop for a second.
If any other girl had asked, I’d have made up some excuse. Her apartment was small and cramped, with a bed that barely qualified as a full size. Back at my loft apartment, I had a huge bathroom, and a king-sized memory foam bed waiting for me. But Elizabeth…Ellie…was here. And I realized with a sudden wave of emotion that I wanted to be where she was.
“Yes,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll stay.”
And to my surprise, I had no trouble falling asleep at all, with Ellie pressed against me, in the small bed.
Chapter 3
Ellie
And so that was how, the next morning, I found myself getting ready for work alongside Ethan. He hadn’t brought any work clothes with him, but he said he kept a spare suit in his office, and he’d just duck up in the elevator quickly when we got there. I pointed out that if we showed up, he in jeans and a t-shirt and me in my work clothes, everyone would immediately know what was going on.
“Is there anything wrong with me spending the night with my girlfriend?” he asked, looking up as he turned on the hot water in the shower.
Girlfriend. Was that what I was? It had all happened so quickly. His declaration of love had caught me handily off guard, before I could even really think of how to respond. “Is that what we are now?” I blurted out, unable to just let it lie.
He looked up at me. “Yes, Ellie. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want this to be a real relationship.”
It was the first time he’d ever used the shortened version of my name. I knew a lot of women out there were dying for the guys they were seeing to be so straightforward about their desires, to push the relationship forward like this. We lived in an age of casual hookups and are-we-or-aren’t-we relationships. I’d seen so many of my friends in college deal with it, wanting real, serious romances when the guys wanted to have one foot in and one foot out. And here I was, with an absolutely gorgeous man, one who was dying to make things serious with me. And I was frightened, waffling, unsure of what I really wanted. It was, frankly, somewhat ridiculous.
I breathed in. “Alright, then.” I said. “We’ll go to work together.”
So we did. We showered and he dressed, and made us toast with peanut butter a
nd sliced a banana for us, almost comically domestic, while I put on my work clothes—a grey sheath dress with black heels today—and did my makeup. His eyes widened visibly when I walked out.
“I’d like to have you right up against that wall,” he said.
I swallowed. “This is why you don’t stay over.”
“Next time we’re staying at my place,” he retorted. “I could have made you eggs.”
“Toast is fine.” Next time. He was already planning it. Like we were an established couple, one who regularly stayed over at each other’s apartments. I didn’t know how to feel about it. I felt as if I’d become an adult very quickly, with my grown-up job and my own place and a boyfriend who stayed over. It was a little unsettling.
I reached for the piece of toast he handed me and took a bite. “We should get going,” I said, when we’d finished it.
“I’ll call my driver.”
I was tempted to argue, but making the walk in heels didn’t sound promising, and I knew Ethan wouldn’t go for taking the bus. That left a taxi, and he’d insist on paying anyway. I let him call the driver.
When we were in front of the building, climbing out of the car, I took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment when the staff would all find out that I, the new employee, was sleeping with the CEO. Dating the CEO, I reminded myself. Rumors would fly, and people would have things to say. I’d have to buck up and deal with it, if this was what I really wanted.
And deep down, for all my uncertainties, I knew it was.
So I lifted my chin, and we walked through the doors together. Not holding hands, that would have been too much. But side by side, arriving at the same time, I dressed for work, while Ethan was clearly unprepared. The doorman raised an eyebrow, the security guard seemed to be hiding a smirk. We ducked quickly into the elevator, and when it hit my floor—several below Ethan’s—I tried to exit as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough, not before at least five employees walking past saw us. I tried to reassure myself that Ethan and I could have simply been on the elevator at the same time, but I knew everyone would assume the most scandalous reason possible.
And this time they would be right.
I went to my desk to prepare for the morning meeting, intending to go about my day as normally as possible. It was difficult, though. I saw two of the other girls snickering to each other, and I caught glances towards my desk from coworkers walking by as the day went on. It could have been unrelated, but I had a strong feeling that they were. And midway through the day, I got confirmation of it.
“Did you see them come in together?” I heard one of the girls who sat nearby me whispering to another, who’d scooted her desk chair up. “I did,” the other girl said. “She must have been sleeping with him all along!”
“I wonder if it was going on when she was here before.”
“I mean, I can’t say that he isn’t gorgeous. But I wonder what it’s like knowing you only have your job because of who you’re sleeping with?”
I caught similar snippets of conversation throughout the day. Ethan texted me off and on, and when I mentioned it, he shrugged it off as jealousy. I thought that was a bit conceited on his part, to assume that the girls were jealous of me. But I let it go. I was beginning to feel exhausted from all of it.
I knew he could tell, that night at his house. He’d insisted that I come over for dinner, which I knew would undoubtedly turn into sex and spending the night, so I swung by my apartment first to pack a few things. He’d already started dinner by the time I got there, and it smelled delicious. Hot, good in bed, and he can cook. I’ve definitely gotten lucky.
After dinner—lamb burgers with sweet potato fries—we sat in his living room on the couch, with my head in his lap. A movie was playing in the background on the giant flat-screen television, but I couldn’t have said what it was. I was too tired to pay attention.
“You’re letting them get to you,” Ethan said.
“I have to sit and listen to it all day. I’m not up in an ivory tower like you.”
“Are you regretting it?”
I took a deep breath. “No. But I wish people didn’t have to be so petty about all of it.”
“They’re going to be like that. People enjoy gossip. But it will die down. Something else will happen and it won’t be the most interesting subject anymore. Don’t worry, Ellie. Just give it time.”
He was quiet then, his fingers idly running through my hair, and I could tell he was thinking about something.
“What is it, Ethan?”
“I was just thinking…” he trailed off.
“I know,” I teased. “About what?”
“I found out today that I’ll need to take a trip to Amsterdam for a few days. Would you like to come with me?”
“What about work?”
“I own the company. I’ll give you a few days off.”
“Ethan, these are the kinds of ‘perks’ that are going to make people upset with me, and make my work life more difficult. This is why I thought that coming to work for you wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“Are you really going to let your choices be made by what other people think?”
“It makes it harder for me to work.”
“Just say you’re going on a business trip, if anyone asks.”
“They’ll notice we’re both gone.”
“They won’t, actually,” Ethan said dryly. “I make a point of not letting everyone know my schedule. Keeps them on their toes.”
I sighed. A few days in Amsterdam? It was hard to turn down. I’d never done any real traveling, other than family vacations, and only one of those had been overseas. I knew, deep down, that my objections would be easily overturned. If anyone asked, I could say I was going on a business trip. It really wasn’t anyone’s business what I was doing, and I was sure Ethan would inform my boss of what was going on. It might annoy her, but she wouldn’t do anything to me. Ethan would find out, and she’d be the one in trouble.
I didn’t know how to feel about all of it. My relationship with Ethan, and the necessity of not spilling all of the details of our activities in order to avoid more gossip, meant alienating myself from my coworkers on all but the most strictly professional basis. No friendships or after-work happy hours with the girls. But I wasn’t all that fond of my coworkers anyway, and I had plenty of friends outside of work. Keeping my work life strictly business wasn’t going to impede my social life in any way.
And if I wanted to see if this would work with Ethan…really, truly work, then I had to give it my best shot. And that meant letting myself enjoy all the trappings that came with a relationship with him.
“Yes,” I said finally. “I’ll go with you.”
I could tell he was happy that I’d agreed. “Good. I’ll have my secretary make the arrangements tomorrow.”
Ethan
I was ecstatic that Elizabeth had agreed to go on the trip with me. I’d been eager, for some time, to make her more a part of my life, to share the kinds of things that I did with her. An impromptu business trip to Amsterdam, while a bit grand, seemed like a good thing. And it would get her away from the gossip, which had been getting slightly more pernicious in the last few days.
I insisted we go to work together when we stayed the night over at one or the other’s home. I didn’t like letting the attitudes of others determine what I, or Elizabeth, did, and after some conversation she admitted that she felt the same way. But I could still tell that it bothered her. I wished I could tell her that I would have hired her even if we’d never slept together, and have her believe it. I knew she was confident in herself. But I also knew she had some small doubts about why exactly she’d gotten this particular job. I had a feeling that, at some point, she’d move on to another company to put some professional distance between us. But I didn’t want that to happen until I’d gotten her closer to me personally. I didn’t want the space between us if she left to cause us to split up before we’d
even really had a chance to be together. This trip seemed like a good way to cement our bond.
It also meant we’d learn things about each other that we hadn’t previously known. For instance, I hadn’t known that Elizabeth was a light packer, only bringing one small suitcase and a carry-on with her laptop, a book, and a few odds and ends. I also hadn’t known that she had to take Xanax before a flight. It was going to be a long one, and I hoped she wouldn’t be too bothered by it.
As luck would have it, she had one glass of wine and slept for a good deal of it. I put in my earphones and watched a movie on my iPad, enjoying the solid presence of her next to me, her hand near mine, her warm skin brushing against mine occasionally when she shifted. It was the sort of comfortable, everyday thing that couples did, taking a small vacation together, and it made me happy. I felt at peace, truly relaxed, for the first time in a long time.
We arrived at the hotel in Amsterdam at last, a quaint nineteenth century building that had been converted into a luxury hotel but lost none of its charm, and I was immensely gratified to see Elizabeth’s reaction. She shed her clothes in no time, heading for the giant claw-foot tub, and I followed her in after a few minutes, my cock getting hard immediately at the sight of her naked body in the steaming water, her hair pulled up and pinned back loosely on top of her head. She wound up on top of me, straddling me in the water as I thrust up into her, until we came at the same time, her teeth sinking into my shoulder and muffling a scream.
We fell asleep that night in the expansive bed, with the antique velvet comforter pulled up over us, Elizabeth mumbling something about how she loved hotel pillows before she sank back into sleep.
I had meetings the next morning, but I took the time to have breakfast at the hotel with Elizabeth before leaving, outlining a vague itinerary over waffles and eggs Benedict. I’d scheduled her some spa appointments at the hotel while I was gone, and she protested at first, but I could see her wavering. “You’ll like what I’ve put down for you, I promise,” I said, kissing her on the mouth and then on the cheek as I stood to go. “Go out and buy something new for tonight, too. We’re going out on the town.”