Insatiable

by Mirrah

  Insatiable

  An erotic short story by

  Mirrah

  Copyright © 2011 by Mirrah

  All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without the written permission, except in the case of brief quotation embodied in review. Due to copyright laws, you cannot trade, sell or give any ebooks away.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Warning: This e-book contains sexually explicit content which is not suitable for mature readers.

  Insatiable, Erotica Tales

  Chapter One

  January 14, 2011, Charlotte, North Carolina

  “Ms. Ruiz, this is unacceptable! These numbers are erroneous! I want a new spreadsheet on my desk first thing Tuesday morning,” Mr. Hart bellowed and met my stare head on.

  I was thunderstruck. His custom made suit fit his six-foot-two frame to perfection. He had the most sinful, ocean blue eyes that seemed to undress me every time he looked my way. The rich timbre of his voice was sexy as well as distracting. All I thought about was being alone in the bedroom with him, which made concentrating on business nearly impossible. My mind and body was mush whenever I was around him, and my treasure chest would throb and drip—instinctively soaking right through to the crotch of my panties. It had been awhile since I had some. Work became my lover as of late.

  All eyes were on me.

  Elaina gave me a sympathetic look; and my supervisor, Ms. Phillips, gave me the evil eyes. I knew I’d get a talking down for my actions later.

  “Meeting adjourned!” Mr. Hart left the conference room, followed by his minions, Robert and John.

  Everyone ran out of the conference room to the safety of their desks. Stunned, I sat at the table, took a deep breath, and counted to ten—embarrassed by today’s meeting.

  Drake Steven Hart, Chief Executive Officer of Hart Enterprises, was audacious, dogmatic, and haughty. I’d made a simple mistake, and he nearly ripped my head off, in front of everyone. I was mortified and wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

  Besides, all of the things that drove me crazy about Mr. Hart, I couldn’t deny the man was eye candy to look at. His body was as impressive as his face. He had cool eyes that pulled you right in like a vacuum cleaner, with thick long eyelashes, a proud nose, and high cheekbones. His sinfully sexy lips displayed the most dazzling smile for a white man. He wore his dark hair longer than most executives, pulled back into a ponytail. The diamond stud in his left ear was surprising. Yes, he wasn’t like most CEOs of a company.

  “Yo no puedo más—I can't take any more,” I said in my native tongue.

  He was forbidden territory. I couldn’t explore that avenue with my boss. It was time to polish up my resume, and scratch him off to the untouchable list. I can’t work for a man I secretly desire in my bed.

  §

  “Bella, are you all right?” Elaina asked, after quietly walking into my office.

  My friends called me Bella, short for Isabella.

  “The boss really gave you a dressing down.”

  I stared out of my office window and contemplated my next move.

  “Let’s get some arroz con pollo and pasteles. Spanish food will make you feel better.”

  I smiled over at Elaina. I’d met her over two years ago and bonded quickly after my move from New York City to Charlotte, North Carolina. We each shared a Latino heritage. She was full blood, where as I was mixed. My mother was African-American, and my father was Latino.

  “Not today, Elaina. I planned to eat at my desk. Besides, I have to revise a spreadsheet, something I worked on most of last night.”

  “Doctor’s orders. You need to get out of this place. I promise, you’ll be more productive after lunch,” she added.

  I stared into her fiery golden-brown eyes and agreed. I needed a break.

  “You’re right, Elaina. Let’s get out of here.”

  I grabbed my purse and followed her out of the office.

  §

  Later, I regretted taking that lunch break with Elaina. I ate too much and returned to the office feeling lethargic. Needless to say I wasted the afternoon. It wasn’t until four o’clock, an hour before quitting time, when I felt productive again. My coworkers left to begin their weekend. Monday was Martin Luther King Day, which made it a three-day weekend for us. I refused to take work home that weekend, so I stayed inputting numbers on a spreadsheet.

  It was eight o’clock when I saved my final draft and printed two copies. I tucked one in my desk, and the other into a folder to place in Mr. Hart’s inbox. First thing Tuesday morning, I wanted it on his desk for review. I grabbed my coat and purse and closed my office door.

  “Hello, Helena,” I greeted the company’s cleaning lady on my way to Mr. Hart’s office.

  “What are you still doing here, Bella?” She chastised me, “It is a three-day weekend, and everyone has long gone home.”

  “I had to finish up a report for my boss, Helena.”

  “A woman as beautiful as yourself should be out to dinner getting wined and dined.”

  “I’m leaving. A bath and glass of wine have my name on it,” I replied.

  “Bella, a hot bath and wine are fine, but what you need is a man with a big cock to remind you that you’re a woman!”

  I chuckled. Helena always said the same old thing.

  “I’ll work on that.”

  “You give too much of yourself to this job! You must make a life outside of this place.”

  I looked down into her tired grey eyes and saw bags under them. Helena was a mother of three young kids. Her husband walked out on them over a year ago. She worked hard to provide for her family. I pulled out a fifty dollar bill and slipped it into her pocket.

  “Bella, you don’t have to do that.”

  “This is my treat. Buy your kids a hearty dinner tonight.

  “Thank you. God will bless you.”

  “He has blessed me, so I’d like to bless you.”

  Helena’s smile softened her face. Her eyes sparkled when she pulled out the bill from her sweater pocket.

  “This is too much,” she said as she tried to give me back the money.

  “My treat; and no, I won’t take it back.”

  “You have a good weekend. Don’t forget to get laid.” Those were her parting words when she rolled the cleaning cart to the other side of the building to finish up the floor.

  I shook my head. I needed to get laid, all right; but I wasn’t the type of girl who indulged in one-night stands.

  Chapter Two

  I was surprised to see Mr. Hart’s light on, but I was sure he had left for the weekend. Closing the door, I walked deeper into his domain. I immediately inhaled the intoxicating scent of his sandalwood cologne as I took everything in. Rich, expensive, light blue Berber carpet on the floor silenced my steps. His office was spacious with an ebony desk, a wall unit loaded with books, a large leather sofa, and three wingback chairs placed in front of his desk. On the walls were canvas abstract pieces of art to complement the décor.

  This is Drake’s space. I call him by his first name when I am alone.

  Walking around the desk, I slid my index finger across the edge of his magnificent desk, checking for dust.

  Clean as a whistle.

  I dropped the file in his inbox and sat down. Immediately, Drake’s chair molded to my body, especially my back. After sitting in my chair for hours, I had to place a small pillow to cushion my lower back. His chair didn’t need a cushion. It was a perfect fit.

  Adrenaline rushed from my body. I leaned back and closed m
y eyes. Soon, my body was weightless. Being surrounded by his personal things brought me closer to him. Images of Drake and me flashed before my eyes. With one hand, Drake swiped the desk clear pinning me to it with gentle finesse. His hypnotizing eyes locked me in place. My skin sizzled everywhere Drake pressed his tongue. He licked at my pulse point on my neck. My head tipped back as he nibbled his way down, until our lips met. His slow, drugging kisses sang through my veins, as he took my mouth with a savage intensity. I opened my legs to invite him to move lower to that place that hadn’t felt a man’s touch in months. My senses reeled as if short-circuited. My toes curled, and I wanted him deep inside of me.

  I let out a frustrated sigh.

  “Ms. Ruiz?”

  Startled, my eyes fluttered opened. Drake stood before me. The first three buttons on his shirt were open, revealing his hairy chest. Still caught up in my dream, I reached out my right hand to him and caressed his strong chin. I missed being kissed and held in his strong arms.

  “Ms. Ruiz, what are you doing here?”

  The darkened intensity of Drake’s eyes, the flare of his nostrils caused me to shake myself awake. Naked desire warmed the dazed expression in my eyes.

  “Sir, I must have fallen asleep.”

  I fumbled, knocked his chair to the floor, and stood quickly. After setting the chair back in place, I walked around his desk. But Drake blocked my escape.

  “Why are you here, in my office?” His voice was unbearably sexy.

  “I-I completed the spreadsheet, so I thought I’d leave it on your desk.”

  “And?” His 100-watt smile made me tingle all over.

  “I-I sat down.” I laughed when I was nervous. “Your chair is comfortable, sir. I apologize for invading your office.”

  He continued to smile down at me.

  “About earlier…I owe you an apology. I had other things on my mind. Needless to say, I took my anger out on you. Will you accept my apology?”

  “Excuse me.”

  “Will you accept my apology?” he repeated.

  “Ahh, certainly, sir,” I said, and stared into his eyes.

  “You’re a stunning-looking woman, Bella. I heard Elaina call you that. It is a beautiful name.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re a distraction I don’t need in my life, right now.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Drake was confusing me. One minute, he was a bear; the next he’s sweet and apologetic. Now, he was coming on to me? He can’t be flirting with me.

  “Have a good weekend, Mr. Hart. It’s getting late, and I need to get home.”

  I attempted to walk around him, but Drake once again blocked my exit. He pulled me into his arms. His fingers cupped my ass, bringing me into his body. His manly scent consumed me, and I found myself trembling—tingling all over, and he’d just held me. How will it feel to be kiss by Drake—to make love with him?

  “You have the most striking amber-green eyes, Bella. Your dark curls cascading down your shoulders beckoned my hands, and I can’t resist touching them,” he whispered in my ear.

  He slid his hand through my hair, and the balls of his fingers began to massage my scalp. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of his fingers working their magic on my head. In seconds, I was caught between a sigh and a moan when he tugged me closer.

  “Your honey-colored legs enticed me when you crossed and uncrossed them in the budget meetings—teasing me to no end. I found myself thickening and hardening. You’re a serious distraction, lady. I imagined my lips touching yours, my fingers dipping inside of your honey, Bella, and our sex joined together making sweet love. Have you ever fantasized about being with me—a white man?”

  “No, that thought has never crossed my mind,” I lied through my teeth.

  “Liar!” His voice became even sexier if that were possible. “I’m drawn to the chocolate-vanilla scent of your skin.”

  Tugging me closer, our lips were nearly touching when I stared into his irresistible eyes. It was the blue-green color of the Caribbean Ocean, and his thick, long blond lashes stared back at me—hypnotized me. They didn’t waver as he met my gaze. His pale skin next to my golden skintone was a startling contrast—like a bowl of vanilla ice cream with honey topping oozing down the side.

  “I’ve watched you watch me. The attraction is there, so let us be perfectly honest about that.”

  “You are my boss!”

  “It is after five o’clock, and we’re not working now.”

  “I-I have to go.”

  I closed my eyes on a moan when Drake’s teeth caught my right earlobe. He bit down on it, and lavished it with the sweep of his hot tongue.

  “You won’t admit that I arouse you like no other man. Yet, you’re trembling in my arms. Why is that?” He stared at me again with those mesmerizing eyes.

  “I’m being practical.”

  “Put practicality aside. I need to taste your lips, Bella,” Drake said moment before he clamped my face in his large hands. His tongue slowly rimmed my lips, several times, and then he swept inside.

  Just as eager for a taste of him, I opened wide. Our tongues met and tangled deliciously.

  Minutes later, seduced by the hot, deep gliding of Drake’s tongue, I savored the bittersweet taste of him. The beer he drank earlier was on his tongue.

  Drake’s mindless, drugging kisses left me shaking, breathless, and begging for more. His fingers worked quickly to remove my blouse. He reached out and unsnapped the front clasp of my bra to release my breasts.

  “Yes, I knew your breasts would be beautiful,” he groaned.

  One thumb tweaked my aching nipple, and his tongue lavished the other until the taut tip burned. Frissons of fire and ice raced up my spine. Then, his fingers slid further south, and eased my black, pencil skirt down my bare legs. I hated wearing stockings. Very soon, I stood before his hungry eyes in just my black lace panties—which barely covered the cheeks of my ass.

  “Bella, you-are-absolutely-breathtaking,” he said in staccato style.

  Drake lifted me, and I clasped my arms around his neck.

  Our eyes locked and smoldered.

  Slowly, he rocked his sinful hips against mine, allowing me to feel his package. It throbbed at the center of my already quaking core. My desire for him had soaked right through to the crotch of my panties.

  “Baby, fuck me,” I cooed to Drake in Spanish.

  “Yes, your wish is my command, Bella,” he groaned.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips while he carried me over to the sofa. He laid me horizontally, my ass cushioned against the large, buttery soft leather of his sofa, as Drake quickly stripped. His body was nice to look at fully clothed, but even more so when he stood before me in just his white boxer shorts. His underwears fit snug against his hips and displayed for me how aroused he had become.

  “Take it off. I want to see what you got underneath there, Mr. Hart.”

  “I want to hear my first name from your sweet lips,” he crooned.

  “Drake,” I cooed in my sultriest voice. I was flowing generously and eager for us to become one.

  “Damn, you turn me on, Bella.”

  He teased me for a moment, cupped his hands against his erection, and then he pushed his shorts down his firm thighs. His desire bopped as he gave me an eyeful.

  Horny for him, I grabbed his hand, and he fell on top of me. Reversing our position, I straddled his hips. My womb contracted with need at the sight of Drake.

  He moaned when my wet tongue trailed slowly down his body. I sucked my way down his taut body—paying attention to his right nipple, slowly nibbling on it, and then lavishing it. Drake shuddered when I took his left nipple into my mouth and treated it to the same pleasure. When I had enough, I eased down his chest and stomach to the apex of his thighs, tasting him everywhere—until I held what I wanted most: his rigid flesh. He was just the right size for me, throbbing, and needing my fiery touch.

  It has been some time since I have
given a man pleasure.

  “Come, do me,” he groaned.

  Drake lay back on the sofa. His upper body propped on his elbows and his long muscled legs were spread wide apart. His erection protruded, beckoning me closer.

  “Damn!”

  I moaned, and ran my fingers through his hairy, corded chest, and felt his heart flutter underneath my fingertips. Locks of his dark hair unraveled from his ponytail and lay invitingly across his shoulders. He appeared even more handsome to me. I was awestruck when I gazed deep into Drake’s shimmering eyes that had darkened a shade or two.

  I kneeled before Drake. His erection seemed to grow before my eyes as he guided me toward his extended sex—thick, pulsating, and hard inside the palms of my hands. The texture of his burgeoning cock was smooth just the way I liked my white chocolate.

  Drake’s breathing became labored with anticipation as I began to lick the head. I tasted his salty release, and then lifted him to lick every angle. He was as delicious as a vanilla ice cream cone.

  My tongue dipped below his steel to taste the sack holding the seed of his future children. His skin was soft and vulnerable there; and like my last lover, his reaction was the same.

  Drake’s body jolted forward from my warm moist lips.

  Eventually, I eased the tip of his sex into my mouth and teasingly sucked him in slowly. I alternated between sucking him with my tongue, and using my teeth to gently nibble on his thickness.

  His fingers tugged at my hair when I pressed my teeth a little too hard.

  “Careful, Bella,” he groaned.

  My teeth grazed his flesh again, and I eased the hurt by sucking on him slowly until his full erection lay within my mouth throbbing and trapped. I grabbed his balls and squeezed him.

  Drake groaned.

  I had him where I wanted him: right in the palm of my hands. I found his erotic spot and watched him shudder before my eyes. His sack was full, and from his reaction, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew.

  Not so gently, he pushed out of my mouth. I found myself flat on my back. The thick carpet cushioned my fall as I lay there. My eyes closed as I took a deep breath.