Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  “Typical bachelor pad,” I chided.

  “I rarely have anyone over to hang out. Sometimes a few professors come to play cards, but that’s about it.”

  I looked out the sliding glass door at a patio with a fire pit, pool, and brown wicker furniture with comfortable looking brown cushions.

  Austin read my mind as I wondered about the rest of the house. “I have a patio outside my bedroom and a terrace at the top of the house that I call the gun turret. I like to sit up there at night and look at the lights of the city down below the hills.”

  I gestured to the pool. “Is that where you learned to swim like a fish?”

  “I do laps several times a week. Would you like to go swimming?”

  “I don’t have a bathing suit with me.”

  “You don’t need one. The pool is secluded.”

  “Maybe later.”

  Austin fingered my skirt. “You should get comfortable. You can’t be comfortable in that suit of yours.”

  “I’m perfectly fine in this. It sounds like you want to get me naked.”

  He smiled. “More than you know.”

  I started to feel throbbing between my legs, and I was sure my core was starting to flood. I wanted him to fuck me, but this was becoming a thing between us. I would meet him with the plan not to have sex, and the moment I got near him; I became weak. He was my drug, and I needed a fix soon.

  “Do you have a shirt I can wear? Maybe a t-shirt? How about the one you’re not wearing.”

  Austin raised his eyebrows. “Is that a joke?”

  I smirked. “Yes, it is.”

  He took me up to his bedroom and into a closet which could rival mine. He went to the island in the middle and began to open drawers until he found a light blue tank top that looked like it was too small for him.

  “This will be big, but it’s a little too small for me.”

  He handed it to me and leaned against the counter.

  I stared at him. “Do you mind? I’d like to change.”

  “What about your skirt?”

  “What about it? I doubt you have a pair of shorts that would be close to fitting.”

  “How about a pair of boxers? Women wear them.”

  “How about I just keep on my skirt?”

  “Right. I’ll let you change.”

  When Austin was gone, I unbuttoned my top and took it off. I debated whether to wear my bra or not. The tank top hung low on my sides, and my breasts would surely show. I decided to remove it. Austin would get a flash of my side boob, and he would just have to deal. I left my shirt and bra on the counter and came out to find Austin sitting on the corner of his bed. He stared directly at my chest and smiled.

  “You took your bra off.”

  “I did.”

  “I’m not complaining in the least. You have beautiful breasts. I could look at them all day.”

  I changed the subject. “You mentioned something about dinner. Are we eating?”

  “There’s something I would love to eat,” he mumbled.

  “Pardon?”

  “I said we can order something to eat. Or I can make sandwiches.”

  “Sandwiches are fine unless you want to order.”

  “To the kitchen, we go.”

  An hour later, we were sitting on the patio by the pool under a canopy that Austin had in the corner. The couch was comfortable, and I was leaning against him while he had his arm around me and was caressing the side of my bare breast. I didn’t stop him because I wanted more and I hoped he would deliver.

  “It’s nice out tonight,” Austin said.

  “I know. It was cool the past few days. I like when it’s in the seventies.”

  “Want to go for a swim?”

  “It’s not that warm.”

  “The pool is heated. It’s like bathwater.”

  I got up and went to the edge of the pool to test the water with my toes. It was warm, like a bath. I turned to smile at Austin.

  He grinned back. “Told you. Would you like to swim?”

  “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

  “We’re secluded here.”

  “I don’t want to skinny dip.”

  “Then wear the tank top. Take off your skirt and panties. It’s long enough so that it covers you like a short dress.”

  He was right; it did hang low enough so that it came down to my upper thighs. I went into the house and removed my skirt and panties, leaving them on the arm of the couch. When I came back out, Austin was sitting at the edge of the pool and pushed off the side, making a small splash.

  “Join me,” he said.

  I walked down the stairs until I was submerged to my neck. The pool was deep toward the middle. The water plastered the tank top against my body, framing every curve. Austin began to swim while I leaned against the wall.

  He called to me. “Swim with me.”

  “I’m fine.”

  He came to me and put his arms on either side of my shoulders, holding on to the pool’s edge so that he caged me.

  “You look so fucking sexy in that shirt. I can see your nipples.”

  I looked down, and sure enough, the fabric had become see through. My dusky nipples were on full display.

  I pursed my lips. “I’m sure that was your plan.”

  Austin moved his face close to mine. “Stay with me tonight.”

  “I have things to do tomorrow.”

  “Cut the bullshit, Samantha. I know you want me.”

  “How self-righteous of you.”

  He fumbled with the hem of the shirt, and I felt his fingers on my cleft.

  “I can feel how slick you are, even in the water.”

  I grabbed his arm, but he already started to circle my throbbing nub. My body betrayed me as I thrust my hips against his hand, and a smile danced on his lips.

  “You want me to make you come, don’t you?”

  Austin started to pull away, but I gripped his wrist hard to keep his fingers pressed on me. He laughed but never let up. I buried my face against his tanned chest and softly moaned as he made me come.

  “You’re so fucking hot. You know how much pleasure it gives me to make you come?”

  I focused on the beads of water rolling down his chest. “If that’s the case, you can do it as much as you like.”

  Austin cupped my face, raising my chin so he could gaze into my eyes. “Does that mean you want to spend the night?”

  “Possibly.”

  “What can I do to convince you?”

  “Keep doing what you’re doing,” I whispered.

  He pressed his lips against mine and pulled my bottom one into his mouth, sucking and biting. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trapping his erection in between us. Austin cupped my ass and held me up. I wanted him inside me in the worst way. He groaned as I moved my hips.

  “Dammit, you have to stop that or else,” he growled.

  I played coy. “Or else what?”

  “I’m going to fuck you right here in the pool.”

  “I don’t see a problem.”

  He looked at me with a frown. “You don’t?”

  I looked left, then right. “No, I don’t. You said the pool was secluded.”

  “Are you on something?”

  “For years. It’s safe unless you’re not.”

  “I’m always safe, which is why we should get a condom.”

  Austin unwound my legs from his waist and backed away. The tight look on his face told me I’d struck a nerve.

  “Did I say something wrong?”

  “I might as well tell you. I had a situation five years back.”

  I frowned. “What kind of situation?”

  A look of pain crossed his face. “A woman I was dating. She told me it was safe and that she was taking birth control. We were monogamous, and I was in love with her, so I gave up the condoms. Three months later, she told me she was pregnant. All at once, I was thrust into a situation I wasn’t ready for.”

  I was shocked. “You have a
child?”

  “No. She lied to me. She was fooling around with some guy from work. He got her pregnant.”

  “But how do you know it wasn’t yours?”

  “Because her due date was off. There was no way I could be the father. She was five months pregnant and telling me she was three. We started having sex four months before. I had no idea what her end game was. Then it all came out. The guy didn’t want the responsibility, so she latched on to me and told me lies.”

  I gaped at him. “Holy fuck! What a bitch. You think I would play you like that? You’re the first man I’ve been with in four years. I don’t want a relationship, and I certainly don’t want a child. I’m the ice queen, remember?”

  Austin ground his teeth. “Stop fucking saying that about yourself.”

  “It’s true. What kind of mother would I make? I don’t have a soft bone in my body. That kid would be miserable.”

  He roughly grabbed my face so I would look at him and stared into my eyes. “Would a woman who can make me feel so good be a horrible mother? Despite what you say, I know different. How long have you believed what you hear people say?”

  “It’s true. I have the perfect last name, Stone. Hard as stone.”

  “You can say that all you like but I don’t believe any of it. You’ve used that as an excuse to keep people at arm’s length. What did he do to you to make you so cynical?”

  “He who?”

  “That last asshole you dated?”

  “He didn’t do anything other than dump me for a younger model. I’m better off alone, and the sooner you figure that out, the better off you’ll be. I can’t give you what you want. I can’t be what you want.”

  Austin let my face go and swam over to the stairs. He disappeared into the house, and I watched him go. I hated what I said to him, but if he got in too deep, it would be worse. It was time for me to leave. I got out of the pool and took off the shirt I was wearing then grabbed a towel that Austin had stacked on a storage box near the seating area.

  He wasn’t in his man cave and didn’t show up as I slipped on my panties and skirt. I kept the towel wrapped around my chest as I went upstairs to his bedroom to put on my shirt and bra I left in his closet. The shower in the master bath was running, and I assumed Austin must be in there. When I was dressed, I peeked in the bathroom to find him in the large glass stall.

  “Austin?”

  He opened the door to the stall and looked out. “Where are you going?”

  “Home. I told you this wouldn’t work.”

  “You don’t want it to,” he growled.

  “I only want friendship, and you can’t seem to understand that.”

  He wiped water from his face with his hand. “If that were true, you wouldn’t come here with ulterior motives. Tell the truth.”

  I inhaled deeply. “You want the fucking truth? The truth is that you’re like a drug to me. The minute you shoved that big cock of yours inside me. I was addicted like I’ve never been before.”

  Austin blinked several times. “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “It is because I can’t lose focus. You make me lose focus.”

  “Come shower with me.”

  “I need to go home. It’s better this way.”

  I turned to go and heard the clank of the glass door as it closed, but it wasn’t what I thought. I thought Austin had given up and went to finish washing himself. I believed that until his wet hands grabbed me by the arms and pulled me against him.

  “I’m not letting you go. You have two choices, undress and join me, or I carry you in fully dressed.”

  “That’s not fair,” I cried.

  “I’ll take that as choice two.”

  Austin picked me up in his arms and carried me into the shower as I squealed. I tried to pull away before I got wet any further, but he pushed me under the spray until I was soaked.

  I slapped his chest with my hand. “You bastard. I have nothing else to wear.”

  “Good. Then you can stay in my bed until your clothing dries.”

  He turned me to him, and I gave in, letting him unbutton my shirt and take off my bra. He left my clothing in a wet heap in the corner of the stall and began to kiss my body. When he got to my ear, he whispered.

  “I want to shove my big cock inside you and fuck you against the wall. How do you like that?”

  I melted against him. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Fuck me, please.”

  The edges of his lips curled up in a wicked grin. “You drive a hard bargain, Miss Stone, but I’m up for the challenge.”

  Austin backed me against the wall and lifted me in his strong arms. His penis was rock hard, and he held me above him while I guided him inside me.

  “I love this tight pussy,” Austin murmured.

  He was by no means gentle, and I knew that our argument had something to do with it. He thrust hard time and time again, battering my swollen tissue with his massive cock.

  “I want to fuck you all night.”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  “Rub your clit.”

  I reached between us and rubbed myself. Austin stared but never skipped a beat in his rhythm. He continued to fuck me until I exploded with his name, passing from my lips as he filled me with his creamy semen. When he finished, he held me tightly in his arms while I placed my head on his shoulder.

  “You’re staying tonight. Sleep in my bed.”

  I chuckled. “I don’t have a choice since my clothes are soaked.”

  Austin kissed the hollow of my throat. “If that’s the case, then I’ll drop them in the pool.”

  I lifted my head to look at him. “I have a lunch on Sunday. It’s for work.”

  “Cancel it. I want you all to myself this weekend.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t. It’s with the chairman of the board. I have to go.”

  “I want you back here after you’re finished,” he growled.

  “Is that an order?”

  “Only if you want it to be. You can still be hard at work, but I want you soft when you’re in my bed. Can you do that?”

  “I think I’ve proven I can.”

  “Let me wash you. I want to shampoo that beautiful long hair of yours.”

  After a quick shower, Austin wrapped me in a towel and carried me to his bed. I was exhausted and fell into a fitful sleep.

  5

  “You’re in a rather chipper mood today,” Hassan said

  I was at The Garden Room, having lunch with Hassan Jindal, the chairman of Spotlight’s board. He was a heavyset Indian man with thick black hair pulled back in a ponytail. We were discussing business, but my head was somewhere else. I had just left Austin’s bed where I had been almost exclusively since Friday night. He took me home on Saturday afternoon to get some clothes, and our passions got the best of us for the rest of the evening.

  I dug into my cobb salad and smiled at Hassan. “I’m having a good weekend.”

  He took a sip of his wine and grinned. “Bite the heads off a few old ladies?”

  “Not recently. I’m just happy.”

  “I can see that.” He chuckled. “The board is impressed with the revenue projections for next quarter.”

  I frowned. “Do I sense a but in there?”

  “No buts. We plan on rewarding you for your efforts.”

  “A raise?”

  “That and a bonus outside of your contract terms.”

  I felt giddy inside. “I don’t know what to say.”

  He stopped eating his fettuccini alfredo and put his fork down. “Say you’ll continue to helm Spotlight. I’m aware of some murmurings about other companies courting you.”

  I shook my head. “If that’s the case, I haven’t been contacted.”

  Hassan stared at me with his dark eyes. “Would you tell us if you were?”

  I returned his stare. “Of course. The board has treated me well and given me the latitude to implement the changes to make Spotlight successful.”
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  He picked up his fork again and began twirling fettuccini around the tines. “And we appreciate it, which is why we’re rewarding you. If anyone contacts you, I do hope you’ll come to me first before you make a decision.”

  “You have my promise.”

  We finished lunch, discussing other items regarding future Spotlight business, then parted ways with a handshake. The company car service took me back to Austin’s. He was sunning himself by the pool, and it made me think of our time spent together in the Maldives.

  “How was lunch,” he said as he removed his sunglasses.

  I removed my white jacket, tossing it on one of the patio chairs. “I’m getting a bonus for my efforts.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “The chairman also mentioned he heard I’m attracting attention from other companies.”

  Austin twirled his sunglasses in his hand. “Is he afraid they’ll try to poach you?”

  “He sounded like he was. I love working at Spotlight; I have no intention of leaving.”

  He gestured to my dress. “It’s nice to see some color on you. I miss those bikinis you wore on vacation.”

  I looked down at the pale-yellow dress I was wearing. “I thought you preferred me naked.”

  “I do, though if I can’t have you naked, then bikinis are the next best thing.”

  “I can change now. I brought one in my bag.”

  Austin winked at me. “Please do unless you’re interested in something else.”

  My belly clenched, but I was sore from his cock constantly being inside me for the past couple of days.

  “I want to do something else, but I’m a little sore. That massive organ of yours has bruised me.”

  Austin frowned. “I’m sorry if I was too rough. I’ll be more careful.”

  I chuckled. “It has nothing to do with being rough or gentle. It has to do with your sheer size.”

  “Nothing I can do about that, sweetheart.”