by Jamie Knight
"Leaving already?"
Oh my.
"No." That comes out without me thinking about it. “I mean... I just... sort of.”
There were a lot of things I was expecting, but this is not one of them. He has me dumbfounded, wanting and guilty between one breath and the next. Dumbfounded because he has scrambled my thoughts, wanted because he makes me feel like a bundle of walking hormones, and guilty because he looks betrayed by the fact that I was about to leave.
He doesn't acknowledge anything I say. Instead he regards me, holding my gaze, before looking past me, and walking towards the cab driver. I watch like I am stuck while he talks to the driver, hands him a few bills, and taps the car twice as the driver peels off.
I am not supposed to notice this, but Liam Thorne has an amazing ass! One I would like to grab a hold of while he fucked me.
"Like what you see?”
There is still a bit of mystery in his tone, but there is also a smile on his face as he rakes his eyes over me. I stand there like I am waiting to pass some test before his eyes find mine and he cocks an eyebrow like he is waiting for an answer. I am tempted to respond, but I can't think of a witty comeback now that he is standing right before me.
"How do you know I was leaving?”
He points to the camera facing the gate.
“I have been watching you since you got here.”
When he gets to me, he takes the bag I have slung over my shoulder, slinging it over his own shoulder, then wraps both hands around me, drawing me close to him. His musky scent mixed with his body wash hits my nostrils and I almost moan. It is so him. My chest meshes with his and I feel embarrassed to feel my nipples harden against his. He holds me so tight that he almost crashes me against him.
We have worked together for three years, sometimes in close quarters, but I have never been this close to him. The only other time I felt him this close was when he had leaned over me in the office to point out a mistake I had made in the company name. The clean smell mixed in with the musky sandalwood had the effect it has on me now.
He lets me down slowly until my feet touch the ground before I notice they were dangling in the air as he was hugging me. He doesn't know it, but he has always had this effect on me- making me forget everything except him.
"You look really beautiful, Anna."
What do I say to that when he can tell from the red creeping over my skin how I feel already?
"Thank you. You look beau... handsome, too.”
The look he gives me is slightly amused as he puts a hand on the small of my back before leading me inside.
The house is even better inside than I would have thought.
He leads me through a grey mudroom with dark grey chairs to a large living room that looks like it belongs in a penthouse rather than a Georgian. There is a large l-shaped sectional encased in beige fabric that he leads me to. The minute his hand leaves my back, I immediately feel empty and strangely a little bit lonely.
"Is there anything I can get for you?”
I feel a little parched, so I say, "Water, please.”
He rounds the couch I am seated on to the massive kitchen that starts a few feet behind it. I hear him open a refrigerator door behind me and some more commotion before he hands me a glass of water and takes a seat on a single armchair facing me.
"Are you tired?” he asks me.
His head is cocked to the side and he regards me again with a curious look holding my gaze. I live in the city, but it is not that far to the suburb he lives in. He makes it sound like I came in from another state or country.
"I am fine.”
My voice comes off oddly quiet in contrast to the thoughts in my head. Liam is looking at me like I am the sole focus of his attention and I don't know whether to feel nervous or flattered. A man who looks like he just came off the pages of a GQ magazine, lives in a place like this, and runs a company like his- do I even measure up?
Besides, in the three years I have worked at Thorne tech, I have seen him with a model in his hands a time or two at events. Always tall, slender, and refined to boot.
Do I really measure up? I’m petite and curvy- some might say plump. And I hardly have looks stunning enough to model.
It wasn't that hard to know that he had a crush on me before, but apart from sex, what other use would a man like him want with an average person like me?
He is still looking at me when I glance up at him, almost like he can read my thoughts, his head tilted slightly to the side like he is observing me, and I squirm again.
Just fun, right?
I am here to explore this attraction between us, so I may as well.
Resolved, I maintain eye contact and place the glass on the glass table before me.
"Thank you.”
Another lingering glance and he stands up, asking me to follow him as he carries my bag.
"We will take it slow, Anna.” He says it like he can read my thoughts, but before I can say anything back to that, he continues, “Let me show you around.”
This time he keeps his hands to himself and a distance between us. It is such a contrast between the man who received me when I arrived and the man showing me around the house.
He is still friendly as he shows me room after room, but his voice is quieter than it was, and he seems reserved. Still, I follow him, admiring the graceful way he walks, feeling like I am in a dream I don't wish to wake up from. I say nothing, listening to his voice go on and on, until he shows me to my room.
"My room?”
My eyes must be wide because he gives me a strange look before answering me.
"Yes. Your room.”
I am never so obvious, but I find myself blurting out, “Is it your room too?”
Again, with that amused smile, he says, “No Anna, it is not.”
Okay, now I’m very confused. I really thought I would be spending my nights with him until the quarantine period ends. I want to know how this will happen. I want to ask him if he will even touch me, but I keep my mouth shut and follow him inside.
It is a nice room and a contrast to the rest of the house.
Most of the rooms I have seen downstairs have modern decor, but this room looks traditional and feminine. From the soft cream hues to the beige bed with matching sheets, this room is an exception.
"Did you decorate your home?"
"No. Some interior designer did, except this room. My mother decorated this one.”
I nod, deciding that makes sense, and feeling oddly relieved.
There are two other guest rooms, and small desk adjoined to his bedroom. The last room he finally shows me is his bedroom. It is so dark yet alluring and I can't help thinking that it captures him exactly.
The varying shades of brown mesmerize me alternating with a few strategically placed whites here and there. But what captures my eyes is the large four poster bed at the centre of the room. The silks and the deep colour of mahogany look as tempting as sin and I want to be with him here. I have no right to be, of course, but a girl can want.
Out of the corner of my eye, I find him looking at me like he wants to throw me on the bed himself.
Despite the sexual tension between us, though, lunch time finds us seated on opposite sides of the massive desk downstairs. It finds me already settled down in the guest room and working hard to now concentrate on work as we keep stealing glances of each other across Liam's desk.
He hasn't tried anything else all day, but has been a perfect gentleman, and I am hating it more than I can say. He orders lunch or the both of us, and we eat in silence, but I am not fooled.
Whatever has made him reserved has not made him want me less. He might think I am having second thoughts just because I am being reluctant, but that is not it at all. He might put me in a different room, but I know he wants me here. I can tell from the sexual tension clouding the air between us and it makes me more confident than he knows.
At night, he hugs me goodnight like a proper gentleman, and I
let him.
Perhaps I should give him time, but I hope he knows that I intend to explore whatever this is between us.
Chapter Five – Anna
My legs dig into the bed and I moan so loud at how good I feel. Vaguely I wonder if he can hear me through the walls, but I can't make myself care at all.
My fingers swirl around my clitoris again and again and my eyes glaze over while remembering how his lips curled around the strawberry we had for dessert last night. I remember the way his tongue licked the whipped cream from his fingers. I close my eyes, imagining that wicked tongue of his in between my legs and those long fingers dipping into me.
His voice was so dark and sensual, I feel it all over me as I imagine him telling me to push my fingers inside me. In my fantasy, he says he’s close, and that he needs to see it.
The weight of the blanket is nothing like his, but I allow myself to pretend I have Liam on top of me just as I detonate into a thousand pieces, feeling every piece of me fall away. My orgasm steals over me just as I imagine what his darkened eyes would look like if they were watching me cum.
"Damn you,” I say to empty air.
I feel so wound up all the time that I’m like a bomb that needs to go off nearly every time I’m near him. Liam effing Thorne does this to me and in the past three days he has been doing nothing about it and it is frustrating the crap out of me.
I catch my breath slowly, feeling like I have only succeeded in taking the edge off. Peeling my sweaty body from in between she sheets, I drag myself to the bathroom, turn on the shower and get into it when the water is warm enough.
Every part of me feels sensitized, and again, I’m choosing to blame all of this on him. The water might feel good on my skin, but I know it’s his fingers I want on my body.
Then a thought occurs to me- why don't you show him you want him?
After all, he never took action before, until the day I started flirting with him. Maybe I need to express my interest in exploring the attraction between us so that he can take some more.
I walk into our shared home office downstairs feeling all sorts of cheeky and naughty. Liam looks at me, then does a double take inhaling sharply. I want to smile, I really do, but I’m determined to make this look as innocent as possible.
I am wearing a red lace bra and a matching pair of panties behind a sheer dress that hits my upper thighs just right. Instead of the normal Mary Jane's that I usually wear, I am in black high heels.
I am dressed the exact same way I was dressed when we had our online sex session. Even my hair is fanning around me the same way it was that night and my lips have a sinful red coat of lipstick on them. If this doesn't let him know I want him, I don't know what will.
Feeling empowered, I make my way to my desk feeling his eyes follow me and stay with me as I sit down.
"Good morning, Sir.”
The way he blinks like he cannot believe I just said that makes me want to do it again.
"Anna... you look...” He clears his throat, looks down at something, then back up again at me. He leans forward a little then before my very eyes, his own eyes darkening and making him looking so wicked and so damn hot. “You look different.”
That’s it? I look different?
I could shake him if I could. I can tell he knows he has annoyed me because he looks amused at my expense.
"I thought to experiment with new office attire,” I retaliate, trying to seem as innocent as possible.
I even have my sweet smile on.
"I can see that. Let me know if you need a hand... or something.”
The subtext is not lost on me, but not one to break first, I open my laptop and start working. Except I cannot concentrate at all. I try to type an email to my immediate boss and my mind, and eyes, go to the main boss right in front of me.
I try to type something, my mind and eyes going to my fingers moving in front of me.
Time ticks by so slowly when I want it to go fast. I want it to be lunch time so that I can have an excuse to walk around. I don't last that long though because at around eleven o’clock, I feel tired of sitting down and I want to make him acknowledge me. So, I stand up, announcing that it is coffee break and stride to the door with every intention of getting to the coffee pot.
I don't make it there, though.
A harsh “fuck it” is the only warning I get before I am pressed against the door whose handle I am gripping. I am trapped between the door and a very hard and hot body pressed against my back.
I turn my head to look at him and his lips clash against me so hard that I feel bruised. The jolt of electricity that shoots from my core to my womb is almost immediate and it makes me release a loud shameless moan before I can stop it.
I kiss him back, too dazed to resist, before he slowly turns me around, holding my waist, with his lips still on mine. I go with him as he turns the rest of my body before his weight is on me again, crushing me against the door, our lips twined. He wrenches his lips away from mine and I blush at how raw they look.
"You have a nice ass," he whispers.
"Thank you," I whisper back.
This time when his lips descend on mine, I see it coming and I welcome them with mine parted. My eyes slip shut at the pleasure he submits me to as he takes me in and then pulls away.
"You taste good.”
He dips in for another taste. This time, he slips his fingers into my hair and wraps his other hand around my waist, crushing me to him. This time he is really kissing me.
He deepens the kiss, making me feel like my entire body is on fire. His tongue licks both of my lips and I part them for him, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth. The lick of his tongue against mine is the only warning I get before he entwines it with mine and erases all thought from my mind.
I have been kissed before, but it felt nothing like this. This feels like fireworks are exploding at the ends of my nerves. His licks and sucks go straight to my core, making me feel like he is making love to my mouth. I moan again into his mouth and it comes out muffled and desperate.
Finally, after the sweet torture he has subjected my mouth to, he lets go of my mouth with a final sweep of his tongue on my lips. I am about to complain and maybe yank him back to me when I feel his mouth donning kisses on my jaw before he licks my neck.
The feeling is such a shock to me that I find myself letting out an audible gasp. He licks it again, and again, and yet again, rendering me useless. My eyes are closed tight, and I am helpless to do anything but give into the feeling of pleasure that overtakes me.
A second later, my eyes fly open as my bra hits the ground. I’m startled and surprised at his expertise. The hemline of my dress has been tugged down to expose my breasts like they’re an offering and I bite my lip at the wanton sight I must make.
We are such a contrast, Liam and me. But I couldn't evaluate those differences if I wanted to, because his breath hits me dead center on the left nipple.
"Liam?”
His eyes find mine even as he licks the tops of my breast. It feels good, but it also feels like torture.
He holds my eyes as he licks around my nipple, never quite touching it. He moves to my other breast and does the same thing, leaving me to chase his mouth. He knows what he is doing, and it is making me desperate with every passing second.
"Please.”
The minute I say that, his lips close on my nipple and he gives it a hard suck, pulling it deep into his mouth. My head falls back to hit the door behind me as he murmurs something I can't make out. Or is it moaning?
The pain and the pleasure combine in my womb, making me squeeze my legs together. He gives it another hard suck before letting my nipple go with a pop. He pulls his head back, smiling at his work and I look down to see what he is smiling at.
My normally pink nipple looks reddish and swollen. It feels so sensitive, yet I want him to hurt it a little more if means I’m going to feel that sharp pleasure again.
Without warning, he takes m
y other nipple into his mouth and gives it the same rough yet sweet treatment he gave the first one and something inside me squeezes as I feel my panties become awfully damp. I am embarrassed at how wet I feel and even more so because I am becoming even wetter.
I’m surprised to feel his fingers on my belly, trailing down. It feels light like he is barely touching me, but there is no mistaking his touch or its destination. Still, I wait tortured by both anticipation and the feel of his mouth still sucking my nipple.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I release a breath I hadn't known I was holding in when his fingers slide into my panties and he cups me. His lips disentangle from my nipple, still holding my gaze just before he blows cool air on it at the same time his finger draws a straight line down there, parting my folds slowly.
All strength drains from me and he holds me tighter to him, lifting me off the ground. I would be very concerned with falling if my concentration wasn't on where the palm of his hand is resting.
He carries me, clothes bunched up and all, to the enormous desk we both use, before laying me on it. Not even once does his palm leave its position.
The way he keeps looking at me is almost reverent, tinged with a touch of disbelief. He draws a circle on me before dipping his finger and sinking it deep. My eyes roll back into their socket as I feel muscles I never knew I had squeezing him.
"Look at me.”
I open my eyes, obeying almost immediately. And he is so wicked because he drags his finger out, only to put it into his mouth and suck on it. His eyes close like he is eating his favorite dessert and when he draws the finger away, there is a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I want to run away.
I want to scramble off the table because the dark promise in those eyes unnerves me. But before I can move an inch, he sinks on my chair, grabs my legs by the ankles and holds them apart.
He can read my thoughts.
There is no other explanation.
His gaze settles on my pantie clad crotch as he moves his head close. I watch transfixed and unable to look away till his teeth find my clitoris through the panties and he nips.