by Linda Verji
Chryssa licked her lips, her eyes on his dick now standing at attention, as she pushed down the straps of her pink lacy bra. Eli watched the cups of her bra slowly drop to reveal the heavy flesh of her breasts. The coffee tips were already peaked in attention as if awaiting his touch.
She patiently watched him appreciate her body with his heated gaze. She didn’t seem in the least bit disturbed that her breasts were too heavy to stand taut on her chest or that she had a deep dimple on her right thigh marring the otherwise smooth length of her legs. Her confidence only turned him on more. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, “Come here.”
“Mm mm.” She shook her head. “Your turn. Get naked.”
Her words were like a splash of cold water in his face. Eli knew his body was good by normal standards – he ran or swam everyday to keep in shape – but he just wasn’t comfortable flaunting his own flaws like Chryssa obviously was. The thought of someone watching him as intensely as he knew Chryssa would, gave him hives. She’d have to be really convincing to get him to do it.
As if she could read his mind, Chryssa offered, “For every piece of clothing you remove I’ll let you touch something.”
She should have led with that. Eli unknotted his tie quickly, folding it before laying it on the arm of the couch. “I want to touch your breasts.”
“Okay.” She walked closer to him. Even before she was firmly seated on his lap, he had his hand cupped over her ripe flesh. With her pants gone and only her panties and his slacks separating them, the heat was even more intense and paired with the feel of her flesh in his hands, Eli was in ninth heaven or hell, depending on where you were looking at it from.
It was unbelievable that this woman who he’d cursed as the devil’s apprentice hardly five days ago now had the power to make him feel this way. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to keep her. He wanted to never let her go.
Her breasts spilled out of his large hands, more than enough for one man. Her nipples knocked on his palm begging for a bit of attention. Never one to deny a woman, Eli flicked his fingers over them. Chryssa hissed with pleasure and he repeated the action. When he made a move to dip his head so he could lick it, she pushed his forehead away, “You’ll need to remove something else to do that.”
Eli made quick work of untucking, unbuttoning, shrugging out of then folding his shirt and placing it over his tie on the arm of the couch, leaving him in his under-shirt. The first taste of her skin against his tongue was like breath to a dying man – sweet and seductive.
She whimpered, cupping her palm over the back of his neck to keep him locked to her breast. His teeth rasped over her nipple before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. Her hips began to move over him in rhythm to his suctioning. When Eli moved his hand towards her ass to guide her over him she stopped him with a hand over his, “Take off something else first.”
By the time he was in his boxers, both of them had a thin sheen of sweat on their bodies. Eli had done the foreplay thing many times before. This was not foreplay. This was torture – delicious, spell-binding, heated – but still torture. He needed to get into her otherwise he was going to end up spilling in his grey knit boxers. Chryssa may be his teacher, but even he had more pride than that.
Chryssa ground her heat against his length. With only their underwear on, it almost felt like he was inside her. Almost. Her movements pushed his boxers lower down his body, until the head of his hard shaft popped over the edge. Eli couldn’t hold the loud groan when she placed her pussy directly over his leaking tip.
It didn’t matter that the fabric of her boyshorts prevented full penetration, it was still intense. Twenty Mississippi, nineteen Mississippi, eighteen Mississippi… Eli counted silently, desperately searching for control. Chryssa however was merciless in her taunting, she whispered in his ears, “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Please.” He tried to push the gusset of her panties to the side so he could bring her heat in direct contact with his rod. She remained planted hard on his lap preventing him from moving the fabric. He groaned. “Stop teasing me.”
Tagging slightly on his lower lip, she whispered, “All you’ve got to do is get it off of me.”
***
Chryssa would never have believed how fun it was to play teacher with Eli. He was so reserved yet malleable at the same time. Sure he needed a firm shove to get him to ignore the open drapes or to undress himself in the glare of light, but it was well worth it. She couldn’t wait to reveal even more of the reckless Eli.
There was frustration on his face as he tried to lift her off of him so he could strip her of her panties but she didn’t budge. Her forehead remained pressing against his, a small smile playing on her lips as she waited for him to figure it out.
Finally he did.
The ripping sound as he tore her panties off was almost as exhilarating as the feel of his steely length fitting itself in between her sleek wet lips. Shocked sparks of pleasure filtered through her subconscious, lighting up all the nerves of her body in peeked arousal.
First contact had never been this intoxicating and she couldn’t help rubbing herself on him. Her fluids coated him, mingling with his own pre-cum in swilling sounds. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, her arms around his shoulders, her breasts pressed against the firm planes of his chest as they played with each other.
His hands on her ass guided her until each upward stroke made her rock her clit against his length and each downward stroke pushed the head of him just a little bit exciting the nerves at that opening. On one of the downward strokes she let herself close around the head of him just a little bit milking him. It must’ve been too much for him because he groaned in reaction.
“Protection,” he explained hoarsely as he tried to stand to his feet.
She stopped him with a hand on his chest, “In my bag.”
He bent forward with her still in his arms as he reached for the large bag. His hands played with her breasts as she rummaged through her bag to come up with a sachet. She dropped her bag to the carpet before handing it to him. Pushing her a bit lower down his thighs, he strapped up then pulled her close to him and over his shaft.
That’s when all thought stopped for Chryssa.
“Sssssss,” she hissed as she sank down on his length. He watched her intensely as her walls closed around him. She let him into her slowly, dragging out the process. In his eyes she could see impatience but he let her control the pace of entry with just a hand on her waist.
There was so much of him – almost too much. Chryssa wouldn’t let his long thick length defeat her and she pressed on. They both groaned in pleasure when her groin finally met his. His head was thrown back resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed and hands on her waist enjoying the sensations ricocheting through his body. She sat still on his lap, her palms on his shoulder with his dick tucked deep inside her as she waited him out. She didn’t move until he opened his eyes again.
Then she began to move.
Up. Down. Up. Down. In. Out. In. Out.
She started out slow but hardly ten minutes later, her pace had accelerated into a full out ride.. Only the erotic sound of their skin slapping against each other and their matching grunts filled the room. He groaned as his hands tightened around her waist, and Chryssa immediately knew what was coming.
“Mm mm Eli…” She shook her head because she wasn’t there yet. “…hold it.”
“I…I can’t.” His breaths came in heavy gulps as he rose to meet her, pressing deeper into her with each downward stroke she made. He lifted her slightly higher, pistoning into her with quick, almost clumsy strokes.
“Sssss,” Chryssa hissed as one of his strokes hit just the right spot. She slapped the back of his head as she ordered, “Hold it.”
She knew that it would’ve been much more effective if she’d risen and stopped working on his cock. But he felt so damn good in her. He was just the right size to stroke a woman into bliss and her juices were flowing so fast out of h
er she could feel the sticky moisture coat both hers and his thighs. There was no way she could’ve stopped the oncoming tide. Neither could Eli.
“I ca…” His groan this time was long and deep, seemingly from somewhere deep down in his belly. His fingers bit into her waist as he held her immobile over him. Though she wasn’t there yet, she used her inner muscles to squeeze and suck his cock as Eli came. His orgasm was long and drawn out.
When he finally lowered her back on his lap, his dick still twitched slightly in her. He tucked his head into the crook of shoulder as he took deep breaths. Chryssa couldn’t deny the small twinge of disappointment as she stroked the nape of his neck. She was proud that he’d been able to lose himself but her senses still pulsed with unfulfilled desire. She wanted to reach between them and stroke herself to satisfaction but some part of her told her that Eli wouldn’t take it well. She’d just have to hold it till she was safe in her bed.
The price of being a teacher. She gave a heavy sigh just as Eli lifted his head.
“How did I do?”
“Very, very well…” She smiled then leaned forward to kiss his lips. “…but you still have a lot to learn.”
***
Eli was still on her mind even as made herself comfortable at her therapist’s office on Saturday morning. She lay on Dr. Martin Stiles’ dark brown couch, her bare feet propped on the arm as she traced the pattern on the roof with her eyes.
“Don’t you think Eli is just another way for you to hide from having a real relationship?” Dr. Stiles asked as he jotted down quick notes on his pad. Chryssa was silent for a moment as she mulled over the question.
“He is,” she sighed in agreement. “But at least I know with him there’s no chance of me getting pregnant.”
Dr. Stiles didn’t even bother going into the question of her being afraid of getting pregnant. They’d already beaten that horse to death and Chryssa still refused to budge. She was not having kids. Period.
Instead he said, “There’s no reason you can’t have a real relationship without children.”
“What world are you living in?” She turned to meet his startlingly green eyes as she added “I don’t know any man who would marry a woman and not expect kids. Add in my condition and I might as well be looking for that needle in a haystack.”
“Have you tried?”
“Tried what?”
“Looking for that needle in the haystack?” he asked calmly. “There are many women who-like you-are living with bipolar. Yet they also have rich fulfilling lives with men who accept them for who they are. Have you tried looking for one?”
There was a brief pause as Chryssa started to imagine the kind of man that would be willing to live with a woman like her. But she shut down the thought almost immediately. No. It wasn’t worth wasting her time thinking about it.
That man didn’t exist.
CHAPTER 7
“I’d like to see Hanna Clayton, please,” Chryssa announced as she stood at the reception desk at Green, Green & Becket.
“Who’s looking for her?” the brunette receptionist asked.
“Chryssa Williams,” Chryssa said, “acting for Kian Harper. She’ll know who I am.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No.”
“Please take a seat while I confirm her availability.”
Chryssa settled on the long black leather couch. Her attempts to get to Hanna via telephone had yielded no results. Today she’d decided that it was time for the mountain to come to Mohammed. Twenty minutes later, she was still seated at the reception. Chryssa contemplated walking but that would be giving Hanna what she wanted, so she waited.
It was almost an hour before the receptionist stood up and called out, “Ms. Williams, this way.”
Chryssa followed the leggy brunette down the long hallway lined by several doors. The receptionist stopped at one. A gold plaque with black lettering marked the office as Hanna’s. With one quick rap of her knuckles against the door, the receptionist pushed it open.
The office was large – actually twice as large as Chryssa’s. Dark wood, steel, brown drapes and brown leather melded seamlessly to create a masculine feel to it. The petite very feminine woman in a blazing red suit who sat behind a polished desk was a direct contradiction to it. Hanna seemed not to notice their entrance. Her gaze didn’t rise from the pile of document on top of her desk that seemed to have entirely taken up her concentration.
“Mrs. Clayton?” the receptionist called out. “Chryssa Williams.”
“You can go, Jessica.” Hanna waved the reception away without raising her head.
Jessica closed the door behind her leaving Chryssa and Hanna bracketed in the room - alone. For a while there was nothing but the sound of shifting paper as Hanna continued to read, acting like Chryssa wasn’t standing there waiting for her. Rude. Chryssa had half a mind to stomp towards her and slap the papers out of her hand. But her clients always came first and keeping cool was the only way to resolve RJ’s custody issues without going to court.
“Thank you for seeing me Mrs. Clayton.” Chryssa moved towards the desk. Hanna’s gaze snapped upwards with the movement. Chryssa stretched her hand to greet Hanna. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you one on one.”
Hanna looked at her hand then upwards to her face. “Is there something you wanted?”
Rage clouded Chryssa’s thoughts. She’d just been snubbed and insulted within one minute of meeting this…this thing. It took everything in Chryssa to bite down on her instinctive anger. She tasted blood on her tongue, realizing that she’d literally bit on her lip to keep from yanking Hanna out of that leather chair and flinging her bodily towards the wall like a useless Frisbee.
Licking her lip and taking a deep breath, Chryssa asked, “May I take a seat.”
“No.”
“I think I will.” Chryssa was surprised that her voice sounded so even in the face of such provocation. This is for Tasha. She reminded herself as she settled on the seat opposite Hanna. “I’d like us to discuss this issue with RJ.”
“There is no issue with RJ.”
“Look Hanna, we could spend time arguing back and forth over whether there is an issue or we could try to find a way to resolve it outside court.”
“You have no case.”
“I have a paternity case.” Keeping her tone reasonable, Chryssa said, “Kian doesn’t want to file a suit against you because like you and I, he knows the effects of a court case on RJ and everyone else involved. He’d prefer that you-”
“He signed an agreement.” Hanna’s eyes flashed with sudden anger.
“We both know that agreement can’t stand up anywhere. He signed it under duress.” Reaching into her bag, Chryssa pulled out a file and slid it towards Hanna. “We don’t want to make this any more complicated than it already is. All we’d like is for the three of you to take independent DNA tests to confirm paternity then we can use a mediator to negotiate a shared custody agreement. Here’s a list of the independent labs we thought we could use as well as a list of court-approved mediators.”
Chryssa’s words drifted off leaving the room in silence. As much as she was itching to say more and convince Hanna that her proposal was the most viable solution to their shared problem, she let the silence reign. Hanna needed the time to think.
Chryssa could understand Hanna’s reluctance to come to any sort of custody agreement. According to Aaron’s cursory research, the woman was married to a senator’s son. Chryssa could only imagine the kind of drama that was going on in the Clayton household as a result of RJ’s sudden discovery of his father and Kian’s determination to pursue a relationship with his. Complicated was an understatement for Hanna’s situation.
Hanna’s response, when it came, was surprising and unexpected.
She laughed.
It was a deep bellyful of laughter that seemed to start in a pit somewhere in her body and reverberate through her petite form. It seemed to light up her whole face emphasizing
how beautiful Hanna was despite the severe vibe she put out and its ringing echoed in the office sending shivers up Chryssa’s spine.
The laughter came to a halt just as suddenly as it had begun and once again the cold light filled her unsettling gaze. “You really think you have me, don’t you?”
“It’s not a matter of having you. It’s a matter of doing what’s right. Kian and RJ deserve to have a relationship.”
“What’s so right about trying to snatch a child from his mother?” There was a bite to Hanna’s tone as she asked, “Do you have children, Williams?”
“No.”
“No wonder.”
The two words were like a slap to Chryssa, taunting her with all the reasons why she would never be a mother. Swallowing the sudden bile that rose to her throat, Chryssa said, “This isn’t going away, Hanna.”
There was another long pause, but this time Hanna reached for the documents that Chryssa had laid on her desk. Hanna skimmed through the sheets of paper, once and then twice. Finally she set them on the desk again. Chryssa almost jumped up and pumped her fist in the air when Hanna covered her face with her hands and deeply exhaled. Lawyers loved that deep exhale because it was often the mark of surrender.
Hanna’s next words weren’t surprising but they were just as satisfying. “I’ll think about it.”
Chryssa smiled as she exited the office. The ‘I’ll think about it’ was just a technical delay but Hanna had as food as capitulated. Wrapping up the custody case was going to be a piece of pie.
***
“Do I have to dress up for this dinner?” Eli asked.
“When you say dress up what exactly do you mean?” Chryssa asked as she balanced her phone on her ear and shoulder while typing on her computer. “Cause I’ve never seen you dressed down.”
“I dress down sometimes.” The rhythm in his deep voice was like liquid dark chocolate washing over her senses. A woman could get addicted to it.