by Paige North
Ajax moves his mouth from mine to my exposed breast, kissing my skin, giving me goosebumps. When his mouth covers my nipple and he sucks on me, I have to lean back against the desk just to hold myself up. Soon enough I reach up to hold his head closer to me, pushing myself into his mouth.
He gives one long, deep suck, pulling hard on my nipple before letting go. It almost hurts—instead it feels amazing.
“Tell me what you do when you get in bed at night,” he says, his breathing heavy, his mouth red from our kissing, from sucking my tit. “Do you touch yourself? Is your pussy wet now, Ellie?”
I may be embarrassed from the forthright way he’s speaking, but I am also insanely turned on. I am not myself. So I nod. “Yes.”
“Is that pussy wet for me?”
“Yes,” I say.
He cups me with his hand. “I can feel how wet you are, all the way through your panties and these tiny little shorts—both of which you’re going to take off for me.” He takes my hand and moves it to his crotch. “This is what you’re doing to me,” he says.
My jaw nearly drops when my hand is on him. He’s hard, yes—like steel. But he’s also huge and thick. My hand has to stretch wide to feel all of him. I have limited experience—and am a virgin—but I’ve never known this was even possible.
His hand goes back between my legs. My center’s throbbing for him, aching in a way I’ve never felt before as he cups me again. He moves to inside of my thigh—I part my legs slightly for him—and lets his fingers lightly brush my skin.
“Do you like me touching you?” he asks. I nod my head yes. Suddenly his mouth is on mine again, and we’re kissing ferociously, arms wrapped around each other, his dick pressed into me again. Without meaning to I let out the smallest little moan. Ajax pulls back. He wipes his mouth, steps back and says, “Take off those shorts. The soaking panties too.” I hesitate and he says, “Do it now. I want to see you, Ellie.”
I nervously look toward the door. I hadn’t realized I’d closed it when I came in, or maybe it shut on its own.
“No one will come in when that door is shut,” he says. “They know better. They also know better than to disobey me. Now take them off, or I’ll punish you by asking you to leave. Is that what you want?”
“No,” I say.
“So do it,” he says. “Show me that sweet pussy of yours.”
Ajax
Ellie hooks her thumbs into the sides of her shorts and slowly lowers them, along with her panties, to the floor. She is perfectly shaved, and all I want to do is taste her.
Her robe is still hanging off her shoulders, and with her tit hanging out and naked from the waist down, she’s definitely exceeding my fantasies from the other night. I don’t understand this intense attraction for her—there’s something different about her that’s drawing me in, and I definitely need more of her. The least I can do, after what she’s putting me through with the building, is tease her a little.
I lean toward her, my hands on either side of the desk. I keep my hard dick away from that bare pussy. Instead, I kiss her soft lips lightly, and when she reaches for more I pull back. I look at her face, her glowing skin and sweet but heavy-with-lust eyes. My God she is beautiful. I hold my lips a fraction of an inch from hers, and she learns quickly that if she moves toward me, I will move away. So now she waits for me, and when I finally kiss her I kiss her deeply, tasting her. I even let her touch my neck, pulling me in the slightest.
I love that she wants me so bad. It’s making my cock painfully hard but the little whimpers from her throat are worth it.
Finally my fingers go to her pussy. With just a slide of my middle finger I feel just how soaked she is. I can’t help but let out a soft moan of my own. I let my finger slide slowly back and forth the length of her, and I watch her. Her eyes have fallen closed, her mouth hangs open as her breathing is slow and deep.
“Look at me,” I whisper. Slowly her eyes open as if from a dream. I take my wet finger and suck her juices from it. Just as sweet as I imagined. She watches my mouth with fascination, and I kiss her again. She’s going so deep into my mouth that I know she loves tasting herself. I wonder if she ever has?
I go back to her pussy, and this time I slip my finger into her, and goddamn if she isn’t as tight as a fucking virgin. It feels incredible, and I’m only using one finger. She wants more, though, as her hips press forward. I go deeper inside her, and when I’ve stretched her walls a bit more, I insert another finger. I’m rewarded with another whimper of a moan.
“Jesus, your pussy is so fucking tight, Ellie,” I tell her as I slowly go in and out of her. “So wet and so tight. All I can imagine is my cock inside you, stretching you out to fit me. I wonder if you could take my cock. What do you think? Put your hand on me again. Feel me.” She reaches out and cups my bulge through my suit pants. “Stroke me. Feel that? I am fucking aching for you.”
My hand picks up speed as I pump her pussy. Her hand is firm on me, but the pleasure I’m giving her makes her lose concentration, because it falls away and she steadies herself on the edge of the desk. Her face is scrunched, eyes closed, panting—all like she’s being properly fucked. I go deeper inside her, which sends her eyes wide in surprise. God, I love this. It’s like everything is new and amazing to her. When I move my finger to the hard nub of her clit, circling it just a few times, I know I’ve got her. I can make her come now…or I can take it away.
I take it away.
Her eyes flash to me, almost hurt.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Sit your ass on that desk,” I tell her, and she moves up on it. I scoot one of the guest chairs closer to her. I can smell the heavy, needy scent of her pussy, and all I want to do is bury my face in it.
I pat the armrest on my chair. “Put your foot here.” She hesitates.
“I’ve never…” she begins. The lusty, heated look on her face from moments ago has faded, and she now looks shy, unsure.
Still sexy.
“Never spread your legs for a man? Never showed him all of your pussy? Is that what you were going to say, Ellie?”
“No,” she says. “I just…I’ve never had a guy…”
She can’t even say the words. It’s so cute, it’s so sexy.
“Never had a guy eat your pussy?”
She literally covers her face with her hands, an embarrassed smile on her pink face.
And it makes me want to eat that pussy even more.
While she’s busy being embarrassed, I take her leg beneath her knee and lift it, placing it on the armrest.
“Look at me,” I tell her. She lowers her hands. “Lean back on your hands.” She does as I say.
I look at what is spread before me: a beautiful, wet pink cunt. I run my hands on the insides of her thighs, and chills immediately appear. I kiss the inside of her thighs, licking her lightly as I move closer to her core. When I get to the very top of her thigh, where that narrow bone is, I skip over her cunt and start going down on the other thigh. Her slow sighs and tiny movements make me hotter with each moment.
When I finally go back to her center, I give her clit the lightest flick of my touch. Her breath catches. I do it again and she moans, “Yes.”
“Feel how hard your clit is,” I tell her. I take her hand and place it over her wet nub. “You’re so fucking horny—feel how swollen you are. Feel that, Ellie.” I move her hand so that she’s circling her clit. “Is this what you do at night when you’re alone? Is this how you touch yourself?” I watch as our fingers together tease her, watch as her lust coats her finger. I move her hand away. “Suck that,” I tell her, and with my hand still on hers we put her fingers in that delicate mouth of hers and damn if she doesn’t suck all her juices right off.
I can’t take it anymore. I practically dive for her pussy. I lick her up and down, tasting all of her. I suck on her clit until she’s panting again, then I go back to licking, swirling my tongue across her. When I feel her hand in my hair, wanting more, I nearly go ma
d. I fuck her with my tongue, going as deep inside her as I can. Her panting and kitten moans are making me want to explode in my pants. Without warning I insert two fingers into her cunt and make good work on her clit, sucking it, flicking it, pumping her pussy and going deep. She’s writhing on my desk, desperate for it. When she cries out, her fingers digging into my hair, I feel her pussy walls pulsate, and she’s coming, hard, all over my mouth.
When she finishes she leans back on her elbows, her head falling back.
“Jesus Christ,” I say, wiping my mouth. “You want me to fuck you again? Ellie, you are so sexy.” I really want to take my dick out and stretch out that pussy right now, but I refrain.
“No,” she says, “I can’t.”
“Can’t?” I say. I lean over her so our faces are close. I kiss her neck, and she caresses my jaw.
“I can’t take anymore,” she says. “It’s too much. You’re too much.”
“Actually,” I say, “I’m just getting started.”
Ellie
I move out from under him and bend to get my discarded shorts and underwear. Now that I’m out of the fog, I’m wondering what the hell I just did. What happened between us? That was not what I had in mind when I stormed in here this morning.
I can hear office life outside his door, and I realize I’m going to have to walk through it all in my robe and bare feet. Not awkward at all.
When I pull my shorts back on, my private bits still soaking wet from all that just happened, I tighten my robe. Ajax is standing to the side a little, hands in his pockets.
“So…” I begin.
“Um…yeah,” Ajax says. Is he feeling embarrassed too? It’s like he can’t even look at me.
He regrets it. Or at least feels lame fooling around with someone like me, and why wouldn’t he when he has supermodels and actresses on speed dial?
I have no idea what to say after what just happened. Thanks? And what about the construction? That was never resolved. It’s too weird to bring it up now, and he’s not being at all helpful.
I smooth my hair back and make sure my robe is covering me.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” I say.
“Yep,” he says. “I’ll show you out.”
“No,” I say quickly. That would draw even more attention to me, walking across the office in my pajamas with Ajax Remington showing me out. At least if I got out alone, if anyone sees me they’ll be curious. If they see me with him, they’ll know exactly what happened. “I’ll just try to slip out.”
I expect him to put up a little fight, at least in the name of chivalry, but no dice. “Okay, then. Have a good day.”
“You too,” I say, and I walk out the door as if we’d just had a truly civilized meeting. It’s so bizarre.
When I open his door, the guy stationed at the desk just outside turns and give me a once over but otherwise doesn’t seem too surprised to see a woman slipping out of Ajax Remington’s office wearing sleepwear. I remind myself that this is what this guy does all the time—women. I am only one of many.
As I hustle out the door and down the hall to my apartment, I realize I can take comfort in one thing: I got off, and Ajax is left with a stiff cock as his work day begins. I’d call that a win.
Later that day, as night approaches, I start to get anxiety. Despite whatever happened between us in Ajax’s office this morning, I don’t expect the workers to be gone tonight. Surely they’ll be back in full force. Two nights of no sleep have left me pretty wrecked. (Maybe that’s why I let myself be taken in Ajax’s office this morning? Sleep deprivation can make a person do strange things.)
I have never done any of the things I did with Ajax Remington. Yeah, I’m a virgin, but I’m not a total prude. At least, I don't think I am.
I had a boyfriend in high school—Tyler Daniels. We were together for three years. That’s a long time, but we didn’t go far, physically speaking. We made out a lot, and he went up my shirt but never under my bra. Lots of fully-clothed grinding happened too, but other than that—nothing. I knew it was a bit strange. A high school guy not pressuring his long-term girlfriend to have sex seemed contradictory to every teen movie ever made. In the beginning, Tyler told me he just wanted to take it slow. “I respect you,” he’d said, “and I respect your boundaries.”
Which was all good and well until my boundaries were down and I was giving him a diplomatic passport to come on over and have a good time. He still said no. He came up with more excuses. He was in baseball training and physically exhausted. He had a game and didn’t want to lose that intense energy. He was worried about an upcoming test. It was always something.
I never believed the excuses, but I was too embarrassed to press him about it. Clearly he wasn’t turned on by me. We got along great at school and when we were hanging out with our friends, but once we were alone the excuses started flying.
I finally got up the nerve to really confront him about it—oh my gosh, talk about being nervous as hell. I would have rather given a presentation to the entire school on STDs. But we loved each other—I really felt like he loved me—so I gathered my nerves and confronted him.
“It’s kind of weird, don’t you think?” I’d said to Tyler. “We’ve been together three years and we haven’t had sex. We’re both still virgins.”
“Yeah, and?” he’d said, and already I knew he was annoyed.
“I don’t know. Is something wrong?”
“Look, my shit works just fine,” he’d said.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” I said quickly. “Is there something wrong with me? You can tell me.” I didn’t really want him to tell me, but I needed to know what was going on.
“Ellie, I can’t do this anymore,” he said.
“Do what?”
“This. Us. I have too much going on in my life. Now that we’re seniors, I need to focus on college.”
“What are you saying?” I’d asked, stunned.
“That we shouldn’t see each other anymore. Okay? We’ll still be friends but this,” he waved his hands between our bodies, “is over.”
I couldn’t believe it. Since then I’ve been convinced that there’s something repulsive about me or my body. I dated a little in college but never made it far with any guy. Then Dad got sick, and he was all that mattered.
All this is why I’m so confused by Ajax. If something is wrong with me physically or sexually, why did he do the things he did to me in his office this morning? A dare? A bet? (I think I’ve seen too many of those teen rom-coms.)
I finally decide that Ajax Remington is just a normal horny adult playboy, and I was a willing woman, and that’s all there was to it. No real attraction, just a warm body.
But why didn’t Ajax get off? Isn’t that the whole point for men—to get their rocks off, as they so crassly say?
I’m still thinking about it when I go to bed. No boom box, no hammering or drilling or ripping down of walls. Once again it’s quiet enough that I can fall asleep peacefully.
Unfortunately Ajax is still disturbing my thoughts. I can’t stop thinking about this morning, and what he did to me. I could never admit this to anyone, but that was my first-ever orgasm. I’m getting excited just thinking about it, remembering looking down and seeing his face between my thighs, his wet tongue on my already wet pussy, the intense sensations he sent through the core of my body…oh my gosh.
And when he took my hand and made me touch myself. That’s also not something I do. Why should I bother when my body is so clearly repulsive?
Although Ajax did tell me I was beautiful. But my hand was on his cock, so his mind was probably mush. He didn’t mean it.
Now, lying in bed, I slip my hand beneath my panties and tentatively touch myself where Ajax put my fingers. He told me to feel how hard my clit was. I’ve hardly even considered my clit before, but now I do. I touch myself there, and circle my finger like Ajax showed me.
I remember the feeling of his hard dick on my hand, how incredible it felt even thr
ough his suit, and how intimidating too. I picture myself rubbing up against his dick, our bodies moving together. I picture him kissing me so deeply, holding my face in his hands, then looking into my eyes and telling me that I’m beautiful.
My hand moves faster the more excited I feel. When I picture his head down between my legs, the shock of it at first, but the pure ecstasy of it once he started. His tongue inside me…his finger going so deep…sucking on my clit…. In my mind I’m holding his head closer to me, pushing him deeper, and maybe I did that today. I can’t remember—it’s possible I blacked out at some point, everything was so intense, so heightened.
And I want more. I want more of Ajax. I want more of his lips and tongue, his fingers and—God—his mouth. I want more, and my fingers move faster on my clit, which is a hard little nub now. When I picture myself coming this morning, I come again. I explode, groaning out into the emptiness of the apartment.
I lay limp for several minutes afterward. I fall into a half sleep. Then a smile gathers on my face. That’s the first time I’ve ever done that—gotten myself off. And now I’ve had two orgasms, both in one day.
I know I will never see Ajax again—not in that way. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe he came into my life to open me up to my own body and sexuality. Because today was a good day, in part thanks to him. I will acknowledge that, but only to myself.
I sleep peacefully. Nothing wakes me up.
Ajax
I could not sleep last night. Thoughts of Ellie flooded my mind. They wouldn’t leave.
Before the night workers arrived, I called off the job. Making Ellie miserable isn’t going to make me happy. I still need her apartment, but I can’t let her suffer like that. I suppose I’ll come up with some other way to get what I want, but for now I don’t want to think of her as the enemy, or something that needs to be conquered—unless we’ll talking about sex, that is.